Did the third place winner regret it today?

Although it is still a long way from really wanting to stand up and greet people and ask about their well-being, it is still a great improvement compared to the treatment I received after being driven away a few days ago.
The flower lover was very pleased.

Changing clothes, washing hands and face are all done by the maidservants.
I didn't know what I was doing outside, but I didn't wash my hands when I went to the bathroom. I washed them all when I got home, and it felt like a long time.

After tossing and turning, she changed into comfortable home clothes and went to a handsome young man sitting on the couch to ask her, "What are you looking at? What are you doing today?"
Comfortable.
Did she know that "the official uniform she went up to had been taken away to be patched by the needlework staff, and she will just have to make do with it tomorrow."

"I have already sent Tian to buy some makeup for Lu Zhu. It will cost ten taels. Then there will be a small red gold hairpin. Lu Zhu and He Pingmo are a perfect match."
"Mother is going to hand over the kitchen to me." She said, "I'm looking at the account books and financial statements from last year and the year before last."

The first two things were trivial, but the last one was something that people paid attention to. "My mother felt happy that everything was fine."
It turns out that men are more sensitive to the change of power.
Although he only had a small amount of power in the inner house.

Lock the women up under the hanging flower gate, enclose a few courtyards, and scatter some silver, which is enough for them to fight each other.

Dao Meizi did not comment, but turned the page and said to her, "Compare this to the following. In the past two or three years, prices in Beijing have been very stable. The price of rice has hardly fluctuated too much. It seems that the weather is relatively good."

The flower man had just picked up the teacup and raised his eyes when he heard this.
"How do you see it?" Dao didn't ask.
Hua Ren sipped her tea and said, "It's a pity to see my sister studying."
"It's nothing to regret." Dao said, "It's all there. Just look, listen and think about it. And it's fine if you don't read the book."

She looked at him for a moment, and then she realized that she was "a mistake made by heaven."
Hua Ren raised an eyebrow at her, "Why?"
"Many men think their sons are smarter than their parents, but they are afraid that women will see that they are stupid, so they lock up all the women in the back house and tell them that women are virtuous and have no talent. By raising women to be stupid, they will show that they are smart. If you talk to such people, they will often say things like 'Why does your mother worry about this?' or 'Is it your business?'

"If we talk like this again..." Hanato pondered, "We won't see each other anymore, right?"
He smiled without even curling his lips.

The flower lover sipped tea and went to admire the peony flowers in the gourd. "The flowers are all in full bloom. Today, the scholar will wear a flower in his hair and let your majesty enjoy it."
"That year, Sanlang suddenly offered a hairpin to Hua, which may have caused trouble for Hua. I thought it was right, so I asked the maid to find out, and sure enough..."
"Ok?"
"Let my brothers take me to see that kind of place, and learn how to wear flowers in my hair and play the game of romance."
Dao didn't shake his head.

"What about later?" asked the flower man.
"You're not allowed to steal flowers. I'll scold you." He said, "I'll keep a record of it and come to collect the debt when the time comes. I'll give you two silver coins from you. Don't dare to steal flowers again."

Hua Ren smiled at her, "It works every time you do it, even if you do it a hundred times."
"But you are here. You will know the pain only when you cut your own flesh. You will know what you can do only when you pay the price."
Hua Ren was very dedicated and heard that he used to live in Huaixi, but it's a pity that he didn't hear more about it.
Sanlang must have remembered a lot of trivial things, and he could ask her about them slowly later and ask her to tell him everything.
You may be anxious, but there is still a lot of time.

Before she closed the account book, she asked her, "Have you finished reading it?"
"What happened?"
"You haven't touched the piano in these few years, have you?"
She said, "I'll just look at the account book this afternoon. It really hurts a little bit here."

"Let's see, we'll do it another day." The flower man said hurriedly.
The young man looked at the bright sunshine and said, "Just play it for me. I'll take a break now. It's a headache to look at the account books for too long."
Huaren's eyes lit up, and she said modestly, "That's fine."

The maids can look at the books every day and put them on display to see Chunsheng.
The fingers of the Hua Renxiu are stroking the strings of the zither, and the sound of the zither flows, and the artistic conception is seen like the wind blowing through the bamboo forest.
Daomei leaned on the pillow, drank tea, listened to the piano, and admired the handsome eyes of the young man in the sunlight.
The nose bridge and lips are really good looking.
When you grow up to your twenties or thirties, you may be attracted to them.

When the song ended, Dao didn't let out a long breath.
Hua Ren held down the strings and looked up at her, "What do you think?"
Didn't she know "If I could hear the piano every day, I would dare to imagine what a heavenly day it would be."

That’s so simple, you can play it and listen to it every day.
The flower man said calmly, "It's all beautiful. Haven't you been to any social events every day? Haven't you been to other things?"
Dao didn't smile and said to her, "That's it."

The flower people had dinner at Jingrongyuan.
After using it, she said, "Leave early. It will be dark later and everyone will be using lanterns. Save money on candles."
Hua Ren was speechless and asked, "How can your family be short of this little money for candles?"
She said with a smile, "Look, I gave you twenty taels today. Look, you can give it to me now?"

Hua Raohu asked her, "Changchuan didn't catch up? From now on, twenty taels per month will be enough?"
"Of course it's enough." Dao said, "Money is not a big deal. Can't we spend the next year on this? Why did you suddenly think of subsidizing this?"
Hua Ren looked at her and said, "At that time, I was familiar with Shangzi..."

Now let’s look at it this way.
Under the bed curtains, their scents intertwined. She put her red petals in the secret compartment of her desk.
There is nothing to say to her.
No matter what she thinks, the husband has already determined that she is his wife.
The husband loves his wife and gives her money, so is that normal? She just keeps going up and up, not paying attention to the delivery, and never calls her "sister" in return.
Although Ye Zi dared not call her "motherless", he was secretly resisting.
Didn't she say, "We'll get better at this later, I'll give you more then."
Hua Ren laughed and readily agreed to her, "Wait for this promotion."

When he was about to leave, Daomei stopped him again.
He took out a pair of scissors from the drawer under the couch, pulled out a peony from under the gourd, cut off the lower branches, and handed it to the florist, "Take it."
The flower man twisted it and spun her gently. "Give it to this?"
"Idiot." Daomei scolded, "Give it to the beautiful lady given by the Lord."

In the evening, when the sky was about to get dark but not yet dark, the talented man came and pinned fresh flowers in the beautiful woman's hair.
Her designs are so beautiful.
Zi Gufei played the piano for her.
It's a waste of the title of Tanhualang for a man who understands romance and is not a straight man.

"Mother is wearing this flower in her hair today." She said, "It's beautiful."
"Oh." Hua Ren raised his eyes and looked at Dao Meijin.
She has already seen the flowers in her hair. The cup mouth is big, and the flowers are full. People and flowers know which one is more beautiful.
"New Year." The florist picked up peonies and went to see.

Behind me, I heard the servant girl ask, "Change your clothes and go to the official uniform to see the sky?"
The flower man stepped out to look at the main room.
As expected, the sky was getting dark, and Changchuan was ready to look at the lanterns. After delivering the flowers, he would also go back to his own residence, and he would need lighting.

The two of them left together to visit Jingrongyuan.
The florist raised the peony to his nose and sniffed it carefully. How come it seemed like there was no scent left?
Huaren walked a few steps and suddenly stopped. "Changchuan."
Changchuan stepped on the mat and said to her, "Hanlin?"

The flower man lifted up the hem of her skirt and squatted down, handing the flower to Changchuan and asking her to "Put it on the hairpin."
It was common for men to wear flowers in their hair, and servants would also wear them. Changchuan skillfully inserted the peony into the hair of the flower man.
The flower girl felt around and found that they were all in the wrong place. She happily stood up and said, "Let's go."

Feng Luoyi had been informed that the flower people would meet today, and she was arranging the official uniform for the flower people.
Today, all the official uniforms were taken back to be patched, and sent back for examination in the evening. The egret was replaced by a heron, and the seventh rank was promoted to the sixth rank.
Her father started to choose a young husband for her, but he might not be a successful candidate in the imperial examination.
My father's vision is indeed good. He only gave his son a chance to be a Jinshi, and even a Tanhua.
But give, do look at others to be husband.

There was some noise in the yard.
After watching for a while, the maid lifted the curtain and said, "Hanlin, please take a look."
Feng Luoyi stood up.
The tall and slender young man lowered his head slightly to look closer, then raised his head. He had a bun with full, blooming peony flowers, bright eyes, and was young and handsome.

When I proposed marriage to a girl, I went to the brothel owner to find out, but I didn't find her a beauty that was better than what God had given her, nor a talent that was better than what God had given her.
Now it seems that not everyone's character is better than heaven.
Fortunately, my father took it and gave it to me.

Feng Luoyi smiled and said, "Let's go."
Feng Luoyi always greets her, just like a wife or concubine greets her husband. The more people compare, the more they understand the difference between siblings and husband and wife.
Hate.

"How long did you sleep last night?" asked the flower man.
The fragrance specially made for her was very effective, and it had a great effect on her. But Feng Luoyizi didn't want the flower lovers to know, so she just said, "I didn't sleep there last year."
Hua Ren just thought she was being coquettish, and said to her, "Let's have a look after this one, and then give it to this one."
Feng Luoyi pursed her lips and smiled at her, "Years."

She raised her eyes and said, "This peony is really blooming."
"Yes. This is also a tribute." The flower man looked away, "Recently, when the flowers are in bloom, everyone wears flowers in their hair."
"It's just like this at this time of year." Feng Luoyi hadn't seen the world outside the Hua Mansion for a long time, and recalled, "The streets are full of people wearing flowers. Go to the palace to see the peonies in bloom, His Majesty has granted permission, and every family has asked about it, and everyone wants to see it."

"The scholar went to the palace yesterday and saw everything."
"Why don't we go and see them now? The peonies in the palace are blooming earlier this year. Is this one also in the palace?"
When I went to the palace, I saw only a few peonies in bloom, and the others would have to wait a few days before they would bloom in sequence. When Liu Xueshi saw them in time, he saw all of them.

In fact, the peonies that I went to Huaixi bloomed earlier than others, probably because of the differences between the north and the south.
But this peony was not given to Feng Luoyi on the way, and was swallowed up halfway. The flower man said vaguely to her, "You are here, go somewhere else."
When he looked up and saw the inkstone on the table, Zhengnian tried to change the subject by asking her, "How did you get the inkstone? What are you going to write?"

"Just writing casually. I haven't used the Heavenly Brush for a long time. My handwriting has become ugly." Feng Luoyi led him to sit on the couch and stood up. "I'm going to check on the tea. How can I get some tea?"
Get up, turn around and go out to see.
I deliberately left the flower man alone in the viewing room.

The poem she had written out from memory was placed under the sewing basket, with most of the page visible and easy to see.
In this way, letting yourself see it is always more natural than holding it in front of others like a monkey offering a peach.

(End of this chapter)