"Girl, you are polite.
Young Ming Quan'er is the eighth master's attendant."
On the second day, Zhu Rui was on duty in the Yilan Pavilion, and a man of about thirty years old came to look for Zhu Rui.
"My father-in-law is polite.
I wonder what your father-in-law has ordered."
After hearing his identity and looking at the person's attire, Zhu Ji roughly understood that this person might be the personal eunuch brought out by Ba Beile when he left the palace to build his mansion.
His status may not be high enough.
Low.
"Don't dare."
Ming Quan smiled apologetically, then took out a small and exquisite rosewood box from his sleeve and said, "I ordered this item to be delivered to the girl as compensation for the girl."
Seeing that she was confused by what she said, Zhu Rui understood it.
Saying "compensation" was really far-fetched.
Yesterday, she was startled by Ba Beile.
Unexpectedly, the hairpin happened to be unsecured and broke into two pieces when it fell to the ground.
Ba Beile didn't say anything at that time, and Zhu Rui didn't take it seriously, and she didn't expect that he would send anything as compensation.
Zhu Rui hurriedly said: "Please, father-in-law, please convey this to Zhu Rui.
I am very generous if I don't blame you.
Zhu Rui is very grateful.
Please bring this wooden box back to your father-in-law."
Mingquan stuffed the small box into the bamboo basket's hand and said, "My master has ordered that this object must be handed over to the girl.
Otherwise, I will be punished for being incompetent in doing things.
Please accept it.
If If you have anything to say, I can tell you personally."
Without waiting for Zhu Rui to say anything else, Ming Quan said "goodbye" and disappeared.
Bamboo Hairpin couldn't help it, so he closed the door and entered the house, sat down in front of the dressing table, and opened the box to find a wooden hairpin.
It looked extremely simple, with no trace of pattern, but Bamboo Hairpin found that the wooden comb exuded bursts of long and dark fragrance.
She didn't like fragrance very much, but the fragrance of this wooden hairpin smelled very comfortable.
Zhu Ji couldn't tell what kind of wood it was, nor could he guess the value and meaning of the hairpin.
Although she was a maid in the Chuxiu Palace, she had only met Ba Beile once.
He didn't blame her for losing her sight in front of his master.
Instead, he gave her a wooden hairpin.
Could it be that Ba Beile seriously treated the palace man to such an angry state?
Zhu Rui put the wooden hairpin back into the box and put it away, planning to find an opportunity to return the wooden hairpin to Babeile.
Her hands are slender, but she doesn't look like the average pampered boudoir lady.
Instead, she has a faint tenacity and strength, and she doesn't look like Hui Qing.
She has to be strong in everything.
Even when she writes, she feels like she is competing with someone.
Ba Beile sighed slightly in his heart, and smiled when he saw Zhu Rui's expression.
I have never seen a girl write like this.
The girls always walk and sit upright, and when they write, they look calm and graceful.
But this girl was leaning against her chin, her brows furrowed, as if she was disturbed by something, and she pursed her lips as if she was embarrassed.
Although she was not in the style of a lady, she was rare in her natural ease.
Babeile turned his attention to the hand holding the bamboo pen.
The vermilion water gall agate wolf-hair pen was really pleasing to the eye.
The posture of holding the pen was not only correct, but also showed a bit of casualness.
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It was obvious that the person writing the pen was not only knowledgeable.
A good calligrapher and a good hand should be a good hand, but her character Baile stood with her hands behind her back, her right thumb groping for the thumb of her left hand.
"What would it be like if everyone in the girl's family wrote like you?"
Ba Beile took the brush from Zhu Rui's hand and said.
Aunt Huashu wanted to embroider a handkerchief, but she didn't have time to draw embroidery patterns, so she asked Zhu Rui to draw some for her.
Zhu Rui wanted to refuse.
She could draw a cartoon, but if she were to draw the pattern of ancient embroidered handkerchiefs, she would have no idea how to start.
It's just that Zakuta Zhuri came from an official family.
It seemed unreasonable to say that he couldn't draw embroidery patterns, so he had to bite the bullet and accept.
She was on duty today, but the good concubine didn't come over, so Zhu Rui thought to take care of this errand while there was nothing else to do.
He didn't want Ba Beile to suddenly make a sound, which would startle her, and he hurriedly got up to plead guilty.
Ba Beile shouted and walked around to the desk, only to see that the rice paper was completely blank with not a single word on it.
He asked suspiciously, "Why, I took the pen but didn't even write a single word."
He glanced at the bamboo paper and said, "When I return to you, Aunt Huashu asked me to draw some embroidery patterns.
I didn't know what to draw at the moment, so the paper was empty."
Babeile rinsed the pen he had just taken out of the bamboo basket in the celadon pen washer on the desk, hung it on the rosewood pen holder on the side, picked another bamboo tube and brushed it, moistened the pen, and said: "Embroidery Those butterflies and flowers are too tacky, not as elegant as a little poem."
"I still have an idea, but I can't think of it."
I flattered you, but in my heart I wanted to shout, "Master Ba, don't make trouble."
Zhu Rui cursed, but she was pulled by Ba Beile to sit down.
She struggled to get up, but Ba Beile seemed to be holding her wrist easily, but she couldn't break free.
"Master, I am humble and do not dare to sit with you.
Please allow me to get up."
Zhu Rui gave up the struggle and planned to reason with Ba Beile.
"Have you ever recited the Book of Songs?"
Babeile ignored the request of the bamboo paper and put another piece of paper on it.
Zhu Rui couldn't speak anymore, so he had to answer: "I only heard a few sentences."
"I have free time today, so I'll teach you a song."
Ba Beile looked in a good mood.
After a moment of silence, Zhu Rui responded "Yes".
Speaking of which, she was a little curious about Ba Ye's calligraphy.
She heard that Kangxi was dissatisfied with his calligraphy and specially invited He Zhuo to teach him.
But he must have already He developed good handwriting, but she was afraid that he would never be able to read his early handwriting.
"The quiet girl is waiting for me in the corner of the city.
She loves her but doesn't see her.
She scratches her head and hesitates.
The quiet girl is promiscuous, which makes me troublesome.
Tongguan Youwei, said that the girl is beautiful.
Since shepherding and returning to grassland, it is beautiful and unique.
The gangster girl is beautiful, and the beautiful woman is the beauty. " It's Bei Fengjing Girl.
Why did Ba Beile suddenly think of writing this song?
Ba Beile would read it softly every time he wrote it.
I don't know what words to use to describe his voice at this moment.
It was like a spring afternoon. , warm, the feeling of gently stroking the clean and dry skin that has just been bathed with a fine cloth with the residual warmth of the sun.
You can even feel the fluff on the fine cloth caused by long-term use, and it is itchy.
But extremely comfortable.
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"I've remembered it."
After finishing writing, Babeile put the brush on the sapphire pen rest and said.
"I roughly remember it."
Zhu Rui recalled that he had read an article somewhere and applied this poem to Guo Jing and Huang Rong.
Zhu Rui's eyes lit up and he felt that it was quite appropriate and vivid, but these, We can't discuss it with Babeile.
Zhu Rui stood up and saluted, "Thank you, Master" In the middle of the ceremony, Ba Beile stopped him: "If you don't want to thank me, please show me this first and let me take a look."
I promised to write poems as embroidery patterns.
Is this a calligraphy class or a poetry appreciation lecture?
Zhu Rui complained in her heart, but her face was calm and she sat down to copy seriously.
Seeing that the bamboo paper was carefully written every stroke, Babei closed his sleeves, picked up the tea cup on the side and took a sip of tea.
After finishing transcribing the bamboo paper, he handed the rice paper to Babeile for tasting.
Babeile took it, but suddenly froze for a moment, and then turned his head to look at the bamboo paper.
Zhu Rui didn't know what Ba Beile meant, and looked back at Ba Beile with some confusion.
Ba Beile seemed to want to confirm something from Zhu Rui's eyes, but in the end he couldn't get the answer he wanted.
His expression was subtle for a moment, but he didn't say anything.
He just stood up and walked to the floor-standing fish tank aside.
Seeing that Ba Beile remained silent, Zhu Rui thought of the wooden hairpin.
He walked behind Ba Beile and said softly: "Master, that wooden hairpin is too precious and I dare not accept it.
Please allow me to return it."
"It's just a hairpin, it's worth your argument with me."
Ba Beile casually sprinkled some fish food into the ceramic fish tank, causing the white and five-color koi in the tank to swim hurriedly to fight for it, throwing out a few splashes of water and splashing on the water.
The white jade-like hands become more and more translucent.
Seeing this, Babeile was neither annoyed nor angry, and still kept the corners of his lips slightly raised.
He took the handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it lightly for a few times, then threw it on the desk aside.
Turning around, facing the bamboo basket, the smile on Babeile's face had not disappeared, and there was a faint softness between his eyebrows.
"I don't dare to argue with you.
It's my blessing that I didn't blame you.
How can I dare to accept my hairpin?
I can't bear it."
Zhu Rui lowered his head and raised his hands holding the wooden box.
A few points.
"You really don't remember me."
After a while, Babeile suddenly said this.
With just one sentence, Zhu Rui's heart skipped a beat, and then it beat violently.
Is it really unfortunate that she said it right?
There is a connection between Zakuta Zhu Rui and Liang Fei, mother and son.
How deep is this connection?
He just saw it.
The look in his eyes clearly had a deep meaning.
Could it be that he recognized Zhu Rui's handwriting?
Zhu Rui suddenly thought of the man in white in his memory.
Could it be that he was "Get up first."
Babele said lightly, turned around and sat on the wooden kang beside him.
Zhu Rui stood up slowly, with his head still hanging down.
His thoughts were turning around in his mind, thinking about how to deal with it, and hoping not to reveal his secret in front of Ba Beile.
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"Half a month ago, you were tricked into slipping and falling into the water, but you remember it," Babeile reminded her while taking a sip of tea and placing the cup on the Kang table.
"Being set up" Zhu Rui was surprised.
If it were said half a month ago, it was almost when she first came here.
Could it be that Zhu Rui's fever was caused by falling into the water?
"It seems that no one has told you that it was not an accident that you fell into the water that day, but the result of a show girl from the same class.
Not to mention such a puddle of mud, it is the lake stone steps.
There are servants in the palace to clean them to prevent them from becoming slippery with moss over time. , in addition to the drought in early spring, there was no rain in those few days, but you slipped and fell into the water, isn't it something strange?"
While Zhu Rui was digesting the news about Ba Beile, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If Zhu Rui and Ba Beile had such a close relationship, she wouldn't worry about being betrayed.
Zhu Rui knelt down again, gave a great salute, and said: "I thank you for saving my life.
I was so panicked that day that I was only scared and couldn't remember the incident.
Later, I had a severe fever and my mind was in chaos.
I couldn't remember it."
I thank you promptly and ask for your forgiveness.”
"Get up."
Babeile laughed, "I think you were scared that day, but now you are much better."
"Thanks to my master, I am all fine."
Babeile nodded and said: "That's good."
Then he stood up and said, "There's nothing going on here.
You can go back to the house."
After saying that, he straightened his sleeves and walked out of the house.
Zhu Rui agreed, bowed, and watched Ba Beile go out.
When they were gone, she remembered that she had not been able to return the hairpin.
Although he was puzzled by Ba Beile's series of actions, Zhu Rui put aside his distracting thoughts and sat back at the table to draw a few patterns and plan to give them to Aunt Huashu.
When the ink was dry, while putting the bamboo paper away on the table, he cursed at Babeile.
Aunt Huashu had been working in Chuxiu Palace for some years, but Babeile didn't even know that Aunt Huashu was illiterate.
She didn't know.
I feel bad for Aunt Huashu.
It shows that these masters don't take their slaves seriously
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