C1 (2/2)
The wet nurse slapped her thigh. ”What a coincidence. Starting from the year before last, what do we girls do every year, and what does Second Miss do? We've already been on guard this year, how did we still bump into each other?”
”So what if I bumped into him?” Wang Rong didn't seem to care at all, ”Second Miss and I share the same thoughts, and we heroes share the same views.”
”My girl. This is not the case. ” ”The wet nurse said worriedly.” ”No matter how coincidental it is, it's always the same thing. Fortunately, it's the same thing as always. It's the same as every season when the Madam made clothes for the ladies. In the end, she's the only one showing how much difference there is between the two ladies.”
Second Miss, Wang Zhixi, the second young miss of Imperial Guard Wang Qianhu's residence. She was one year younger than Wang Rong and was the successor. Wang Ronghe's mother would leave him alone for three days after giving birth to her. She would wait a month for her mother to enter the estate. Afterwards, they would become familiar with each other, which was a matter of course.
Most of the young mistresses were beautiful, but Wang Zhixi was simply too beautiful. At such a young age, she could already see the beauty of a country, and could foresee its unfathomable beauty in the future. She had been known as a beauty ever since she was a child.
Wang Rong and the oval-shaped face, almond-shaped eyes, plump lips and a naturally born smile, but compared to Wang Zhixi, she could only be considered as delicate and pretty.
If she wore the same outfit, she would only show off her second young miss' beauty.
Wang Rong laughed while looking at the angry wet nurse and the two depressed girls, ”Take the other one, Wuyou, and bring the materials over.”
Wuyou got up to get the materials, but the nanny stopped herself from complaining and started to worry again, ”Then what will the young miss wear tomorrow?”
”It can't be that there's someone wearing a light yellow silk robe that hasn't been covered yet, can there?” Wang said, just worry about what to wear every day and what jewelry life is really a decadent life.
The candlelight dazzled the eyes, and Wang Rong took a piece of white silk cloth, dipped the brush in ink, and wrote in calligraphy about the fifteenth night of the first month of the Tang Dynasty, the poet Su Wei.
The trees of fire and the silver flowers merged together, and the iron locks of the Star Bridge opened.
The dark dust left on horseback, and the bright moon left.
The courtesans are all Nong Li, and the singing ends at the end of the plum fall.
Jin Wu could not resist the urge of the night.
Wang Rong was particularly fond of the phrase, ”The bridge is made of iron,” so she was quite satisfied with the finished product. She nodded and said, ”Bring out the lamp holder for the horse lamp.”
”Miss, isn't the color black and white a bit too monotonous?” No disease.
”Then take my Zhang Zi. Hmm, that Hemeroche.” Wang Yunhe said, a small seal at the end of the pen, when the black and white when taken away full of red. The leaves of the lily trees adorned the names.
”Very good.” Wang Rong He said. Even if she didn't boast about herself, she had loved her from her previous life and had trained diligently in her current life. If she were to return to her previous life now, she would sell her calligraphy for over a million yuan.
”Every year, the main purpose of the young master is to guess the lady's light and bring it back.” The nurse put the lamp aside. ”This year's will be easier to guess.”
”Remind me, I need to find a simpler lamp riddle to hang up.” Wang Rong He said. Third Brother always finds it first, but is unable to guess the riddle.