In late September, as a rain falls on the Xiangjiang River, the weather becomes colder and colder.

The boat was docked along the Xiang River, and the maids hid in the boat building to shelter from the rain.

Zhu Manzhi sat alone on the edge of the boat, holding an oil-paper umbrella in the misty rain, and fishing for big fat fish in autumn.

The two dogs were lying on the edge of the boat, sticking out their tongues and looking forward. The big white goose was thrown directly into the water and showed off their might on the water.

On the second floor of the building, Xiao Qi sat by the desk at the window, watching the news sent by spies from all over the country.

The little secretary Song Yufu, holding a letter, sat beside him and whispered:

"Sister Qiqi, Nanyue sent a letter of fence over and said that we would send troops to the southwest, which made the people of Nanyue uneasy and asked the reason. What should we respond?"

The letter of nationality from Nanyue should have been sent to Chang'an, the capital of Dayue. But Prince Dayue was only nine years old and definitely could not make the decision by himself. In the end, King Su's final say.

King Su was busy regulating the court inside and governing the Northern Qi outside, so he had no intention of dealing with the small country in the border area of ​​Nanyue. The decision-making power naturally came to Xu Buling. In order to avoid unnecessary running around, the letter of state from the Nanyue court was sent directly to the boat as soon as he entered the pass.

Xiao Qi was too lazy to read the content of the letter, but just said calmly:

"Just let's talk about training troops in autumn and wander around southern Xinjiang so that they don't panic."

Song Yufu nodded, took out the rice paper, and began to carefully consider the words and sentences, and brew drafts.

Below the study, in the room on the first floor of the building.

Lu Hongluan sat on the soft collapse, holding a sewn robe in her hand and embroidered with patterns on it. She lived alone in Chang'an City for many years, and she was not bored at this time. She just occasionally looked out the window and saw that the treasures far south had not returned.

Yuenu sat next to Ruopo, holding needles and thread in her hands. Her fair cheeks had a hint of melancholy than before.

Yuenu and Lu Hongluan were the same age as Lu Hongluan. They grew up together since childhood. They are both master and servant and best friend. Among the high-ranking clans, they are even closer to their own sisters.

Lu Hongluan was meticulous and naturally realized that Yuenu was wrong and asked softly:

"Yuenu, what's wrong? He was bullied by Qiao'e again?"

Yue Nu lowered her eyebrows and looked at the needle and thread in her hand. After hesitating for a while, she shook her head gently:

"No, well... Qiao'e said something to me last night, and I think it makes sense."

Lu Hongluan put down her robe and looked a little helpless: "Just say something directly, what's the point of doing?"

Yue Nu's face turned a little red, and she was a little embarrassed. She thought about it:

"In another half month, it's the lady's birthday again. A year has passed in the blink of an eye. I feel that time passes so fast."

Lu Hongluan blinked her eyes and thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was indeed the case.

Last time I celebrated my birthday, I was still on the sea of ​​the East China Sea, and she was still a young man; before I knew it, she was one year older, and even gave it to Linger.

However, Lu Hongluan is already married as a wife, so she doesn't value this very much, so she just nodded and smiled.

Seeing that his wife was not enlightened, Yuenu thought about it and said:

"That girl Qiao'e is so crazy about her men. She is worried about looking in the mirror all day long, for fear that she will not be able to marry someone in the future. Madam, why do you think Qiao'e is anxious? She is one year younger than me, and I am about to be thirty, and I am not as anxious as her."

If you don't understand it, there will be a problem.

Lu Hongluan was stunned when she heard the sound. She kept thinking about giving birth to Xu Buling, but she really forgot to take care of the maids around her.

Lu Hongluan looked at Yue Nu for a few glances, and then she realized that the playmate who had grown up with her since childhood was already ripe and would be abandoned if she didn't pick it.

"Yuenu, do you have someone you like?"

Yue Nu shook her head quickly: "I said Qiao'e. I'm just a maid. It's up to the wife to do this. I've been with my wife for more than 20 years, and I can't live without her, and I don't want to marry outside."

Don't want to marry outside...

That's to want to marry into the family!

Lu Hongluan narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at Yue Nu twice:

"I am Aunt Ling'er. You are a generation older than Ling'er. Whether I have messed up with etiquette and law, you are not feeling uncomfortable with it?"

I'm too happy!

Yue Nu lowered her head a little twistedly: "What are you saying about Madam! Why are you so embarrassed... But if the little prince wants a maid and Madam is not jealous, what can I say as a maid?"

When Lu Hongluan heard this, she was immediately unhappy and raised her hand to pinch Yue Nu's arm:

"You are my maid, why am I jealous? You should be a maid, so it's not right for Ling'er to want you? How could I not even understand these rules?"

Yue Nu pursed her lips: "It's good that my wife is not jealous. Since that's the case, then... the maid's lifelong affairs are all decided by the wife." ??

Lu Hongluan blinked, feeling something was wrong.

But after saying everything, it was not a big deal, so I could only nod at the moment:

"I understand. When Ling'er comes back, I will say something to him."

"laugh……"

The river is full of mist and rain, and the autumn scenery is desolate.

On the terrace behind the boat building, the golden petals are still gorgeous, but as the autumn gets deeper, it gradually becomes a little haggard.

The woman in a plain long skirt leaned on the lounge chair and stared at the mist and rain outside the terrace. She didn't know how long she had been looking at it, but she didn't even notice that the small mahogany sign in her hand fell to the ground.

In the room, Xiao Xianger was wrapped in a big red dress and carved small bells carefully in front of the table. Nearly ten sets of colorful sets were neatly placed in small wooden boxes with exquisite workmanship, which was a New Year gift for the girls.

Although they were both inside and outside the window, Cui Xiaowan was less and less talkative, and Xiao Xianger was very focused when working, and the room was so quiet that there was only the sound of the wind outside the window.

"Ahem"

I don’t know how long it took, two slight coughs rang out from the terrace.

Xiao Xianger was stunned, and a little confused, then quickly put down the bell, took the shawl from the side, and came to the terrace outside the window, and said with concern:

"Xiaowan, it's raining so heavily, why are you doing something outside? What should you do if you catch a cold?"

"Thank you, my mother."

Cui Xiaowan raised her hand to take the blanket, wrapped herself around her, with a curved corner of her mouth with a smile:

"I didn't catch a cold, I just thought it was raining and didn't want to go in."

Xiao Xiang'er looked at her for a few times, then raised her hand and held Xiaowan's wrist to check it out. After not seeing anything unusual, she sat down next to her, brewing for a while, but she didn't know what to say.

Before Xu Buling left, he told Xiao Xianger to accompany Cui Xiaowan more, but for this reason she didn't even play mahjong and lived with Xiaowan all day.

But no matter how many stories there are, there is still time to finish them. There is nothing on the boat. Xiaowan has no hobbies and is not even interested in planting flowers. What else can she say?

Cui Xiaowan is actually very understanding and can see what people think. Seeing that her mother was a little worried, she took the lead in provoking the topic:

"Xu Buling has been away for twenty days. Now he should have entered Nanyue."

Xiao Xiang'er smiled: "I went in a few days ago. I heard the news coming back and was looking for anything. I ran to the capital of Nanyue."

Cui Xiaowan looked at Nanfang, thought for a while, and asked curiously:

"Mother, do you think Xu Buling will bring back another beautiful girl this time?"

"Um……"

Xiao Xianger must have thought about this, and even warned Xu Buling before leaving. At this time, she was naturally full of confidence:

"No, he just went to Jiujiu's parents' house to do something, how could he bring the girl back again? He said that there are only a few now... a dozen, and he will not mess with her anymore."

"A dozen?"

Cui Xiaowan supported her cheek with her hands and asked curiously:

“Are there a dozen that?”

Xiao Xianger sighed, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and calculated with her fingers:

"My sister, jealous jar, Dabai, Xiaojiu, Baizhi, Yufu, Qingye, Chuchu..."

After counting this, Xiao Xianger felt something was wrong, so she looked up at Cui Xiaowan and stopped talking.

Cui Xiaowan saw Xiao Xianger’s thoughts and didn’t mind. Zhan Yan smiled and said:

"Actually, it's not too much. It's just a bit boring when you always go out to run around."

Xiaowan looked at the two flower pots next to her:

"Just like flowers, I planted flowers, but I didn't take care of them in front of me. Over time, the flowers will be raised to death."

This sentence naturally touched Xiao Xianger's heart. Who doesn't want to stay in front of Xu Buling every day?

But men always have to do serious things. If they don’t go out and run around, they will not have the opportunity to stay together safely.

Cui Xiaowan also understood this truth, but just talked to her mother a little. After saying a few words, she gently tapped the ground with her toes, making the recliner start to shaking, and continued to stare at the rain curtain in a daze.

Xiao Xiang'er sat in front of her and sat with her for a long time, but after thinking about it, she couldn't find a suitable topic. She could only shake her head, get up and go back to the house, and continue fiddling with the small objects.

The breeze is still on the terrace, blowing the golden flowers, and the branches sway gently in the wind.

I don’t know whether it was because of the wind or when it was the season when the flowers fell, the gorgeous petals fell silently and fell next to the recliner.
Chapter completed!