Fang Jinshu gritted his teeth and said, "If you can't do it, let the county lord deal with it."
"For the sake of the Fang family's future, this humiliation is nothing at the moment.
Seeing her flattering herself in a low voice, Wei Yixin smiled with satisfaction.
The little girl in front of her, like those who want to please herself, is nothing special.
She was just a little luckier, and she had the dream of the former queen mother.
Somehow, most of what happened in her previous life she remembered truly, but the memory of the other party's family was vague.
Maybe it's because I don't want to have any intersection with him again.
Wei Yixin thought like this, could it be because of Fang Jinshu's identity that she was too sensitive?
Thinking of this, she lost interest in Fang Jinshu, and said in a proud tone: "Okay, there are not many main ones in this county, just pick a catty."
As long as the flowers are intact, not the branches and leaves. ” A pound, it really doesn't sound like much.
But the flowers of osmanthus are small and light, and they are hidden among the dense green leaves.
If you want to pick a pound, it is a physically demanding job, not to mention that Fang Jinshu is not yet ten years old.
The palace people who were serving around lowered their heads one after another, hiding the pity of the other party's brocade book.
Today's emperors and queens may not know, but they are slaves and maids, and they know the temperament of their masters best.
This Duancheng county lord is moody, arrogant and willful in private.
Sometimes it's clear that you're on the rise, but in the blink of an eye, you'll be furious.
No one knew what would provoke her to be punished.
Therefore, although they sympathize, they do not dare to show anything, for fear of getting into trouble.
Fang Jinshu responded in a low voice and said, "The courtiers obey the orders of the county lord. ” She asked the palace attendant to borrow a few ropas, tucked them around her waist, walked under the laurel tree, and looked up.
The osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, and the branches seem to be sprinkled with small pieces of gold, hidden among the branches and leaves that are dense like green clouds, and the fragrance refreshes people's hearts and lungs.
Fang Jinshu took a deep breath, reached out to climb the nearest tree, and swung his feet upward.
Fortunately, after coming down from the nunnery today, I went directly to the palace, and although I was not wearing a monk's robe, I was also wearing a plain and thick cloth robe.
If you follow the usual dress of entering the palace for Hajj, those gorgeous but fragile fabrics will only cause a burden.
Climbing trees is not a difficult task for her.
In this spring, when she was picking mushrooms and bamboo shoots in the woods with Coam Yin and others, she often forgot her troubles and laughed and climbed trees with everyone.
Once born and twice cooked, and with the experience of the previous life as the foundation, from the beginning of the rusty, to the back effortlessly, it was only used a few times.
But when she was swinging up, she caught a glimpse of Wei Yixin's contemptuous gaze out of the corner of her eye, and deliberately slipped her hand, "Ah!
The ground lost its balance with a thud.
Wei Yixin chuckled, raised her chin, ordered a maid, and said, "You go and help Miss Fang Si." ” The maid squatted down to answer, walked up to Fang Jinshu's side, and lifted her high.
With the strength of the maid, Fang Jinshu pretended to be embarrassed and climbed the tree, standing on the tree with his feet one after the other, his back against the trunk, and picking osmanthus with both hands.
In a short time, a full ropa was picked.
She tied the handkerchief in a wishful knot and threw it to the palace people under the tree.
"County Lord, do you think this kind of color is good?"
Fang Jinshu asked a little nervously.
At this time, Wei Yixin already felt that this game was a little boring, took a rough look, nodded and said, "It's okay, you pick it up slowly here." ” After that, he walked away.
Seven or eight of the palace people who came with them were all serving the county lord.
There are the maids she brought from the Qi Palace, and there are also the palace maids and maids that Empress Cao ordered to take care of her.
As soon as Wei Yixin left, Hulala was all gone, leaving only a little maid who had just left her head.
Fang Jinshu recognized her, it was when she was in the Jingyi Nunnery, the little maid who followed Liangchen to start her name, her name was Xiaozhu.
Seeing her leave, Fang Jinshu also breathed a sigh of relief.
At the moment, it is no longer hidden, and it goes up to the higher branches, and shuttles between the green leaves with both hands, picking up fresh osmanthus flowers.
Every time he picks up a pack, he throws it down and gives it to Xiaozhu to hold.
After a short time, he picked several full of ropas, estimated to be more than a catty.
Fang Jinshu thought about it, and for the sake of safety, he waited on the tree for another two quarters of an hour.
Seeing that Wei Yixin had not yet turned back, he hooked the tree with his right hand, gently kicked on the trunk with his toes, and stood neatly under the tree.
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As soon as he raised his eyes and saw Xiao Zhu's round eyes, Fang Jinshu smiled lightly and said, "Go back to Changle Palace." ” In front of Wei Yixin, she had to hide her clumsiness in order to eliminate the other party's hostility and vigilance.
Faced with a little maid, she has no intention of acting.
The other party is soft-spoken, even if she says it, no one will take her words to heart, not to mention that she is still Princess Jing'an's person.
Besides, she just came down a little smoother, so what is there to deliberately say?
As a slave maid, do you want to say that she is looking forward to the little master that the princess likes to wrestle?
Lowering his head and dusting off the dust on his arms and hem on the tree, Fang Jinshu saw that the corners of his clothes were hung by branches, and a few threads were exposed.
The laurel tree has dense foliage, presumably just happened.
She didn't want to delay any longer, so she cleaned up the thread a little, and together with Xiaozhu, she returned to Changle Palace with the osmanthus wrapped in Luopa in her arms.
After being told by the palace people, she walked into the hall and was secretly relieved to see that Wei Yixin had not returned.
She is not afraid of Wei Yixin, but now she is in a hurry to go home, worried that her relatives will be in a hurry for a long time, and she doesn't want to have any more troubles.
Seeing her come back alone, Queen Cao was surprised and asked, "Why did you come back alone, Xin'er?"
” Fang Jinshu saluted and said: "I saw a laurel tree on the road, and the county lord said to pick some and make osmanthus brewing."
The picking process was a bit long, and the courtiers failed to find the county lord, thinking that the county lord had returned first. ” "It's the courtier's fault, and I ask the mother to punish her."
Between the words, there was no mention of Wei Yixin's difficulties for her.
Instead, he took the matter of Wei Yixin not waiting for her and leaving without permission on himself.
Empress Cao's gaze stopped at the corner of her torn clothes for a few breaths, and said with a smile: "Xin'er is naughty, don't take it to heart."
I just came back from the nunnery, and I guess I was tired, so the palace will let people send you out. ” Even if Fang Jinshu didn't say it, she knew the whole story at a glance, how could she blame her?
Wei Yixin is still young and uncertain.
It is normal to pick osmanthus flowers on a whim, and wait impatiently to leave, and Queen Cao will not blame her own relatives' bloodline.
Since Fang Jinshu is so knowledgeable, it is the best.
To Empress Cao's kind and muddy, Princess Jing'an's eyes flashed with disapproval, and she said, "You go back first."
I have asked the big shopkeeper of Yunshang to go to your house and wait, little girl's family, what are you doing so plainly!
You have to dress up brightly to be pretty. ” Seeing the clothes on her body and the corners of her clothes that were torn, Princess Jing'an looked like a reprimand, but in fact she maintained it.
Empress Cao's face was hot, she smiled unnaturally, and said, "Aunt is right."
A few days ago, the Shangyi Bureau received a few new horses of rain flowers and woven gold brocade, and the palace sent someone to the Fang family with you. ” Yuhua weaving gold brocade is a kind of cloud brocade, and the weaving process is extremely complicated.