Rise From the Humble

While Zhu Ping'an was listening to the naughty child showing off his fat face and saying that the turtle was thin, the second lady's boudoir in the backyard of the Hou Mansion was full of colorful flowers. Li Shu and several young ladies who had not left the palace were greeting the old lady. Then we got together and talked about some topics about our daughter’s home.

Most of the topics were about how prominent their husband's family background was, how big an official his father was in the court, and how much power he had, and then they talked overtly and covertly about how Li Shu's husband was just an ordinary person. The Bang family is powerless. It took a lot of effort to take the civil examination and it was assigned to a bad number. At the end, it pretended to comfort Li Shu, saying that Zhu Ping'an was unlucky and was assigned to a bad number this time. Maybe next time As for the opportunity, it doesn't matter even if they don't pass the exam. They also said that their husbands and sons-in-law would be asked to help with activities and help Zhu Ping'an fill in the gaps.

Anyway, the main goal is to compare with my future husband and then find some sense of accomplishment from Li Shu.

Li Shu was very disdainful of the behavior of her sisters. Her daughter's family married her husband, not her husband's father. What's the use of her future husband? Does it mean that your future happiness will depend on your husband? Why don't you talk about your future married life? If you don't talk about your husband-in-law, what are you doing around your future husband-in-law?

Li Shu's disdain, in the eyes of the other sisters, was that she was compared with them, and she felt disappointed.

So they chatted more happily.

Then they talked about the marriage of the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion, their eldest sister. The eldest lady of the Hou Mansion was the apple of the second master's family. She just got married in the year of 2016, to the eldest son of the founding father. She looked envious, and then expressed regret. He comforted Li Shu with his words.

As we continued chatting, we started talking about rouge, gouache, shampoo, and soap. That was all the topic in the girl's boudoir. Makeup, beauty, clothes, accessories, fantasy about a better life in the future, and maybe some gossip, we couldn't leave the house. Being ignorant, they didn't have much to talk about.

How is your marriage? Family status is important, but the most important person is the person. If you don’t understand your husband, do you still dream of a happy marriage in the future? What a bunch of wretches. Wash your hair with soap locust. No matter how beautiful your hair is, don’t think that married couples can be inseparable. , if the husband is not good, the strands of hair will eventually be tied up only by himself, and he is pitiful and does not know it!

Ridiculous, haven’t you heard enough of that tragic ancient legend? That leader of the Ba people is so powerful, the king among men, but so what. He led his fleet on an expedition and followed the river to Salt Water, where he fell in love with the goddess of Salt Water. At that time, the leader of the Ba people cut off his own hair and gave it to the goddess as a token of love. He also vowed to the goddess of salt water, "Tie my hair with your hair. We can't live together but we must die together." . It sounded strange, but it turned out that after the Ba people's leader and the goddess of salt water were entangled, they were about to go to war. The goddess of salt water went to stop him, hoping that he could stay, but the leader of the Ba people didn't even blink, and shot Yan Shui to death with one arrow. Goddess, I asked you to block the way! When the poor salt water goddess was shot to death, her hands were still tightly holding the hair of the two people together.

You don't know if your husband-in-law will be the leader of the Ba people in the future, but I know that that stinky toad will definitely not be.

The concubine is wearing her hair for the first time, and there is a show in front of the door. The man rides a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to make green plums. After so many years of bamboo horses and green plums, I know that smelly toad very well.

Li Shu looked at her sisters with disdain.

After coming out of Miss Hou Fuer's boudoir, Li Shu told the little maid Baozi who was accompanying her that she should pack a few red envelopes and send a message to the inn where Zhu Ping'an was staying, telling the shopkeeper that she should also If there is someone looking for Zhu Ping'an in the inn, please ask them to come to the Marquis Mansion, including announcing the good news.

The Marquis Mansion also needs happy events, doesn't it?

Li Shu curled her lips, and surrounded by the old lady and the little maid, she returned to the courtyard where she lived. She lay lazily on the embroidered bed, took out a volume of books that she had casually placed under her pillow last night, and looked at the book. He put on the font left by the smelly toad and raised the corner of his mouth with a slight arc.

"Okay, I'm tired and want to take a rest. You all can get off."

Li Shu put down the book, glanced around the maids waiting in the room, and waved her hands with a tired look on her face.

"Yes, miss."

The maid and the old woman who were waiting in the room all responded. The little maid who left at the end even closed the door thoughtfully to prevent any noise outside from disturbing the young lady's rest.

After Li Shu heard the footsteps outside, she put on a fox fur cloak, opened the silk quilt, and got out of bed with a book in hand.

When she came to the desk, Li Shu placed the volume with the word "stinky toad" on it. Then she spread a piece of pink paper on the table. She took a brush with her delicate hand and dipped the tip in the ink. , looked at the handwriting on the book for a moment, and then put pen to paper.

"Li Shu, my heart is full of joy for you, but I only wish that: I can have a broad agreement between life and death, and I can talk to you; I can hold your hand and grow old with you."

The signature is "Xiahe Zhu Ping'an."

If Li Shu wasn't holding a brush, but if you look at the font, the words on this pink paper are exactly the same as the fonts in the book Li Shu put on the desk. It really looks like it was written by Zhu Pingan.

After Li Shu finished writing, when the ink was slightly dry, she clamped the pink paper in the book like a thief. Then, holding the book in her slender hand, she walked quickly on tiptoes to the embroidery bed and placed the book under the pillow. He lay half-lying on the embroidery bed again.

a few seconds later

Still in this room

On the embroidered couch, there was a beautiful woman lying half-dressed. Her clothes were half-undressed, her skin was as white as cream, and her hair was half hanging on the side of her face. She seemed to have just woken up. She took out a book from under the pillow with her slender hands, and then gently Open the book.

Then, a piece of pink paper accidentally fell inside.

Yuren'er's little mouth frowned slightly, as if she was a little surprised when she saw this kind of pink paper for the first time. She picked up the pink paper, opened it, and read the contents inside: Li Shu, I am pleased with you. , I only wish: I have a broad agreement between life and death, and I can talk to my son; I can hold my hand and grow old together with my son; I can go down to the river safely.

"OK."

The beauty's starry eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on her pretty face. She was charming and charming. Her lips were slightly opened and she spoke two words briskly.

Then I was alone, hugging the embroidered pillow and having fun for a long time.

"Stinky toad, I'm going to stew you to eat."

After a long time, the beauty muttered something and reluctantly threw the pink paper into the brazier on the side.

Burned the pink paper in Yuren'er

Not long after the paper was written, there was a sound of brisk footsteps outside.

"Miss, I'm back."

The next second, the voice of the little maid Baozi sounded at the door, and then the voice of the little maid blocking the door, as if telling the little maid Baozi that the lady was sleeping, etc. Soon the voice of the little maid Baozi sounded regretful, I regret that I was so loud just now. It would be bad if it disturbed the young lady's rest.

"Come in."

The beauty in the room looked at the pink paper in the brazier that had turned to ashes, then opened her red lips and called out softly to the door.