White Hedge Dream

Chapter 14 Morning Rise

The morning light gradually filled the room, Chunyue woke up suddenly, rubbed her eyes, adjusted to the light, and hurriedly got out of bed.

"Oops, why did you oversleep?"

After being a maid for so many years, she has always been careful about her duties. She only gets up earlier than the prescribed time and never wakes up late.

Maybe it was because the dream she had last night brought her back to her childhood. She sat on her father's shoulders and went to the city to watch the lanterns. The lanterns were so beautiful. Her father lifted her very high. She was so happy to watch them that she wanted to keep watching them. So I don’t want to wake up and oversleep.

In fact, her father didn't take her to see the lanterns when she was a child. He once said he would go, but then her mother fell ill and the family couldn't survive, so she was sold.

In fact, I was very lucky when I was sold to the Dongyang Marquis Mansion. I didn't get beaten or starved very much. I was also chosen to be the eldest girl next to the prince. When I walked out, I was more glamorous than the young ladies from the rich man's family in the countryside.

In recent years, not only can you go to the city to see lanterns, but the lanterns in the Dongyang Hou Mansion are also very beautiful.

However, watching the lanterns with dad should have a different feeling.

Chunyue looked at the girl in the mirror with a smile on her lips. The next moment she straightened her face, neatly **** her hair and walked out.

There were sounds coming from Zhuang Li's bedroom.

"Ma'am, you're awake."

Chunyue said, waving to the little girls who were already waiting in the yard. As she walked into the room, she saw Zhuang Li wearing pajamas, with his hair loose, standing by the window picking the scroll.

"I'm here, young lady." She hurriedly stepped forward.

Zhuang Li also helped her pick out the words.

"Why don't you hang up?" Chunyue asked, looking down and making a sound, "Why are you confused?"

The originally clear words became blurred, as if they were stained by water.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch the paper, and found that her tentacles were also wet.

"Is it raining?" Chunyue couldn't help leaning forward and looking out the window.

There was dew rolling on the banana leaves outside the window, maybe it was so light that she was sleeping deeply.

"Put it away." Zhuang Li said, "I'll write another one."

It was just a set of words, so Chun Yue ignored it and nodded and said, "You just have to write more words. The more you write, the better."

The little girls outside also came in holding basins of water and brocade handkerchiefs for washing.

Zhuang Li sat down to wash up. Chun Yue took out the clothes he was going to wear today. Chun Hong and Chun Xiang also came in, but Xue Liu was nowhere to be seen.

"Madam asked her to deliver new tea from the house to Miss Ajin." Chunxiang explained in a low voice.

Chunyue sighed in her heart, there were so many people in front of Mrs. Hou, no one could go. It didn't matter that there was no young lady before, but now there is a mistress in the yard. As a maid, she only wants to serve others.

Chunhong hurriedly smiled and added: "The main reason is Madam's grace, allowing her to go home and see her parents."

Xue Liu was born in Ding'an Bo Mansion, and her parents were over there. It made more sense to go back to see her parents.

Zhuang Li just hummed and didn't care. After washing and changing clothes, he asked the two maids to serve the food while Chunyue took the little girls to clean up.

"Sister Chunyue." A little girl suddenly said, holding the clothes she had changed, "Young Madam's clothes..."

"Just put it over there." Chunyue tidied the bed curtain without raising her head.

"No, the soles of the young lady's shoes are dirty." The little girl said hurriedly.

The young lady didn't even go out of the house. How could the soles of her shoes be dirty? What's more, they were soft shoes worn in the bedroom. What nonsense was this little girl talking about? Chunyue turned her head and saw that the little girl was holding two soft shoes in her hand. The embroidered shoes turned out to be stained.

Why? This... Chunyue couldn't help but touch her forehead. The rainwater drifted in and wetted the words and the ground. The dust was mixed in. Just now, the young lady stepped on it by the window and dirty the soles of her shoes.

"Take it and wash it." She ordered, calling another girl to come over, "and wipe the floor of the bedroom well."

The little girls responded and were busy on their own.

When Chun Yue came to the hall, Zhuang Li had already eaten and was letting Aunt Mei in.

Having made a rule to greet her every three days, Aunt Mei came over on time, and Zhuang Li didn't leave her alone.

After saying a few common words, Aunt Mei looked at the maids in the room. Xue Liu was not there, so she handed over a pair of socks and said, "Young madam, I made you a pair of socks in my spare time."

He said and smiled innocently.

"I make all the prince's underwear. I only have a few skills in needlework. Don't dislike it, young lady."

Zhuang Li let Chunyue take it and took another look: "Thank you, you did a great job."

Aunt Mei was even more happy: "It's fine if you don't mind it, young lady. I've done it for the former young lady before, and she was only used to Xueliu's." She said with joy, "But Xueliu's needlework is really better than mine. She's really good." Well, I can't compare with her." Chunyue coughed from the side: "Auntie, don't belittle yourself."

Aunt Mei hurriedly lowered her head: "I just talk a lot."

Not only did she talk a lot, but she also provoked others. Chun Yue felt helpless.

Zhuang Li looked as usual and wondered if he didn't understand. He didn't answer the words about Madam Xian and Xue Liu. He just said, "Auntie, you don't have to work too hard to do needlework. There is a sewing room at home."

Aunt Mei didn't say anything more. She was only grateful to Mrs. Xie for her thoughtfulness. Zhuang Li brought the tea and she left obediently.

Chunyue asked softly: "Shall we let the people from the sewing room come over now?"

A lot of new clothes were delivered before, but some of them didn't fit. Today I asked people from the sewing room to change them.

Zhuang Li shook his head: "In the afternoon, I'll take a rest in the morning."

You just got up and took a rest. Are you feeling tired, Madam? Chun Yue didn't ask any more questions, and signaled the maids to retreat. Before she retreated, she smiled and asked, "Did you sleep well last night, Madam?"

Zhuang Li, who was sitting by the window, nodded: "I slept well and was still dreaming."

As long as you sleep well, your heart will be at peace. Chunyue breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but say: "I also had a good dream, this slave."

Zhuang Li smiled at her: "That's great. It's nice to have a good dream."

Chun Yue nodded, smiled shyly and left, then stood in the yard and looked through the window to see Zhuang Li holding his chin in his hand, seemingly in a trance.

What is the young lady thinking?

Zhuang Li was thinking about his dream last night.

Although I haven't gone where I want to go, it's a good thing as long as I can fall asleep again.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve.

Immediately, I thought of Mrs. Zhuang's words again.

"You must not be reckless. You are lucky to survive."

The corners of Zhuang Li's mouth sank. She was lucky to be alive again. If she were to turn into a dream again, she would be afraid of losing her soul.

But so what?

She survived because she was unwilling to give in. She wanted to know clearly, otherwise, what would she be doing with her life!

Zhuang Li sat up straight, focused his scattered eyes, and looked at the book on the table that he hadn't read much in a few days. The words on the book were neatly written, but when his eyes fell on them, the neat words burned like fire, and then seemed like It turned into countless sharp arrows and stabbed into her eyes one after another.

It was hot and stinging, and Zhuang Li felt like she was going blind. But she opened her eyes wide, facing the fire and sharp arrows, and used her sight to gather the jumping words into shape, and read them line by line, absorbing the essence of the ink words.

The two little girls squatting in the yard and playing, remembering Chun Yue's instructions, looked inside from time to time, and saw that the young lady who was sitting motionless by the window picked up a book to read again, so they continued playing with peace of mind.

The young lady reads very slowly, taking a long time to read.

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When Xue Liu entered Ding'an Bo's Mansion, she was welcomed to the old lady's side. She was surrounded by people asking questions, and now the questions were naturally about what the new young lady of Dongyang Marquis Mansion was like.

Although Lu Jin had seen him before, he was not as good as Xue Liu who was waiting by his side.

"It's nothing, it's just like that." Xue Liu said with a smile.

Mrs. Ding'anbo snorted and pointed at Lu Jin beside her: "Are they like our children?"

Xue Liu called out to her ancestors: "Who can compare with the children you nursed!"

Mrs. Ding'anbo smiled, but when she thought about Zhou Jingyun's refusal to take the child she had nursed, the smile on her face turned angry: "I don't know what is good or bad, but I want to see if he can survive."

Lu Jin fed a piece of melon to the old lady and nodded vigorously: "He can't survive anymore. Grandma, please stop caring about him."

That's right, her desire to choose another granddaughter to marry Zhou Jingyun was just to pity him and to want someone who knew how to serve him. She was not coveting him, guarding against ghosts, and not knowing good people! Mrs. Ding'anbo snorted heavily, but her expression softened.

The atmosphere here is just right, there is some noise outside, some people are talking about calling a doctor, dead people, etc. Mrs. Anbo is old, and she is most taboo to hear this, and she suddenly looks down again.

Several older girls in the room hurriedly went out, and soon it became quiet outside.

"Don't worry about it, madam, there is a little girl who is sick." The older girls said.

Mrs. Ding'anbo frowned: "What's wrong? If it doesn't work, just move out as soon as possible."

I have been sick and in pain since I was young, and have bad luck.

(End of chapter)