The Book of Raising Children by Houmen

Chapter 135
Zhao Jing returned to Ziwei Garden, and the little maids were waiting in the room.Mother Zhang repeatedly reminded them that although Zhao Jing was a lady in the Hou Mansion, she was a celebrity who served in front of the imperial court before, so she must be treated like a guest of honor.

Seeing Zhao Jing came back, the little maid went out to make tea, Zhao Jing sat in the study for a while, and the tea was served.Zhao Jing took a sip, raised her head and glanced at the little maid standing beside her, and asked her, "What's your name?"

"The servant girl doesn't have a name yet. Mother Zhang said, wait until Mr. Zhao arrives to pick it up, and ask Mr. Zhao if he likes it."

The little maid spoke softly, and a little timidly.Zhao Jing saw that her slender willow eyebrows were blue, so she said, "Then you will be called Qing Dai from now on."

"Qingdai thanked Mr. Zhao for the name." Although she didn't know what her name meant, but it sounded nice, the little girl blinked happily, and said to Zhao Jing: "The one who came with me also has no name. , Mr. Zhao can give her a name too?"

Seeing the expectant look on the little girl's face, Zhao Jing nodded and said, "Then you go and call her in."

The little girl smiled and went out, and after a while, she also found another little girl who had seen Zhao Jing in the morning.This little servant girl looked older than Qingdai, and her body was better developed. When she came in, there was still a little sweat on her face. When she saw Zhao Jing, she said, "Mr. Zhao, this servant just went to serve Mr. It’s time to drink water, the woman in the kitchen said, and it will be delivered in a while.”

Zhao Jing saw that she was panting slightly, her cheeks were flushed, but her expression became more and more agitated, she thought about it and asked her: "Did you have a name before?"

"I'm the eldest at home, and everyone in my family calls me Big Girl."

When Zhao Jing heard this, she couldn't help laughing. The ancients were really economical in choosing names. If one, two, three, and four are filmed like this, I don't know how many people with the same name in the world!
"Big girl, shall we change our name in the future?" Zhao Jing thought for a while, she didn't have much ink in her stomach, since the other one is called Qing Dai, then this one should be called Lan Yu.

Lan Yu was really happy when she heard the name. Thinking that jade is always a precious thing, it was really unexpected that a maid like herself could have such a beautiful name.

The two little maids were very happy when they got their names, so they went to the kitchen to get some water, and after a while, the woman in the kitchen brought the hot water.

To be honest, Zhao Jing really hasn't had a good bath for a few days. There is such a wooden bucket in the brother-in-law's house, but to burn such a bucket of hot water, I don't know how much firewood will be wasted. Zhao Jing can't because If you want to enjoy yourself, let your brother and sister-in-law suffer.

She soaked in the bathtub for a long time, feeling drowsy all over, until the little maid urged her outside the door, Zhao Jing finally dried herself and wrapped herself in the brocade quilt of the soft couch.

The room was burning with silver frost charcoal, and it was warm and cozy.Zhao Jing put on her robe and shuffled her shoes, took a small bottle of ointment from the dressing table, picked a little with her fingertips, and spread it on her slender thighs.

She was from the south in her previous life, but later she went to the north for her studies, and her skin was dry and cracked every winter.It's strange to say that this body is similar to her previous body, and she also has the habit of being afraid of dryness. If she doesn't apply something in winter, her whole body will be dry and itchy.

Zhao Jing didn't care much about these things before, but she's gotten older in the past two years. Although she didn't want to compare herself to those fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, any woman is not afraid of being old. Looking at my firm and smooth skin, I will feel much better.

The room was lit with very light benzoin, mixed with the jasmine oil that Zhao Jing smeared on her body. It was extremely elegant and fresh. Zhao Jing stroked her soft and boneless arm with her fingertips. There was a birthmark under her elbow. Like a butterfly fluttering its wings.Because I heard that palace maids are not allowed to have birthmarks, for more than ten years, Zhao Jing has always been careful, for fear of being found out and making things difficult for herself.

After Zhao Jing painted her body, she got up from the soft couch and sat in front of the dressing table.If you don't go out at night, you don't need those rouge powders at all, but your cheeks are a little dry after being smoked. She poured some milky white gel from the porcelain bottle into the palm of her hand, patted it with her fingertips, and tapped it lightly. In the corners of the eyes and dry areas of the cheeks.

Such a small amount of things was paid as tribute by envoys from foreign countries.Apart from the queen mother, there are no other mistresses in the palace. The queen mother rewarded several wives and grandmothers who were ranked high in the court, and gave them the rest.Zhao Jing has never been willing to use it. Now that her age is here, no matter how good things are, she can only take them out and use them.

(End of this chapter)