Under Xia Mang's eager gaze, Qiao Yuandong completely forgot to blame her for her rude behavior just now.
She pulled away the bow and slowly unfolded the thin paper in her hand.
"It's indeed a good painting." Qiao Yuandong spread the painting on the square table, looked at it carefully, and gave a pertinent comment.
Xia Mang and Yourong nodded: "That's right."
Qiao Yuandong then changed the subject: "You didn't draw it, did you?"
This painting looks so familiar. There is still one hanging in her room.
It was Qiao Yuandong's birthday last year, and An Geer spent half a month working on it in his room.
Seeing that he had been exposed, Xia Mang smiled and admitted honestly: "I am not good at painting, so the prince painted one for me."
Qiao Yuandong raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Did you draw it yourself?"
Xia Mang nodded. Although the painting she painted could not be used, it had been a labor of love, so she put it away properly.
Qiao Yuandong became interested and said to her: "Take it with me and have a look."
If the leader appreciates it, Xia Mang is naturally welcome.
She generously took out the painting from her arms and handed it to Qiao Yuandong.
The painting was folded in a square shape, and when Qiao Yuandong held it in his hand, he could still clearly feel the warmth on it.
She unfolded the painting and looked at the things on it without saying anything for a long time.
Xia Mang has been secretly looking at Qiao Yuandong's expression.
The original person was only sixteen years old, three years younger than Qiao Yuandong, so Xia Mang could only reach Qiao Yuandong's shoulder at the moment. When she raised her head, she could clearly see Qiao Yuandong's expression.
She still looked calm and indifferent as before, but Xia Mang felt that she was suppressing a smile.
A trace of heat gradually ran up his cheeks. Xia Mang reached out to grab his painting, but Qiao Yuandong raised his hand and dodged it.
During the movement, Qiao Yuandong couldn't help it any longer. He frowned and his eyes flashed with cunning, like an elf who had been hiding in the forest all year round and had inadvertently revealed his flaws.
For a moment, it was like light from the sky filtered in, making the walls of the room a little brighter.
Qiao Yuandong saw Xia Mang staring at him blankly. Her round eyes were open, her pink mouth was slightly open, and she couldn't hide the amazement in her eyes.
She happened to meet Xia Mang the day he first entered the house.
At that time, she was barefoot and in ragged clothes. She was thin and small, except for her big and bright eyes, which made people remember her immediately.
After being raised in the house for a few months, she has put on a little more flesh and her face has become a little whiter. With a bun, she is really smart and cute.
Seeing that Xia Mang had her mouth open for a long time and couldn't come back to her senses, Qiao Yuandong hilariously stretched out his hand to lift the tip of her chin and help her close her mouth.
Xia Mang came back to his senses and saw the faint smile in Qiao Yuandong's eyes, and felt a little embarrassed.
Thinking of her as a big girl, she actually started to have sex with another big girl?
Hey! Does Madam think she is perverted?
"That." Xia Mang was thinking about something to say to ease the embarrassment.
Qiao Yuandong said nonchalantly: "I accept your gift, thank you very much."
"Huh? Oh." Xia Mang took it for granted that the one Qiao Yuandong accepted was the one painted by Xiang Xiu'an.
She looked at her painting, wondering if she should take it back and destroy it.
As a result, Qiao Yuandong laid the painting on the table, then picked up a pen and dipped it in ink and began to write words on the paper.
Xia Mang curiously walked over to take a look. Qiao Yuandongjuanxiu's neat small characters were lined up one by one, next to the group of dark things.
The style of painting is completely different!
Not long after, Qiao Yuandong wrote four short poems.
She asked Xia Mang: "Do you know it?"
Xia Mang now recognizes traditional Chinese characters much more fluently. There are no uncommon characters in Qiao Yuandong's poem, so she barely recognized them all.
Every year is half autumn, and everyone waits for the bright moon.
The most pity tonight is better than last year's sunshine.
"Good poem, good poem!"
Qiao Yuandong asked Xia Mang: "What's so good about it?"
Xia Mang choked up. He didn't expect that he would have to do ancient poetry appreciation questions after traveling through time!
She racked her brains to think of the right words: "The words are good, the meaning is good, the artistic conception is good, anyway it's good!"
Qiao Yuandong gave her a funny look and did not intend to embarrass her again.
Xia Mang watched Qiao Yuandong finish writing the poem, and then gave the painting a red seal with his own seal.
Only then did she realize belatedly that Madam probably wanted to accept her painting?
That’s it!
My paintings are not bad either!
Xia Mang guessed contentedly: Maybe I am a genius?
Although she never saw Qiao Yuandong frame the painting and hang it in the house, Xia Mang didn't care about it at all.
Anyway, the lady has accepted all the gifts, so she is considered a person in the lady's heart.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the Duke's Mansion is busy early in the morning.
Several baskets of large crabs and fresh large fish had been brought into the house a few days ago. Plump chickens, ducks and geese were brought to the house from the village and flowed into the kitchen.
The servants got up before dawn to sweep the courtyard, and pots of chrysanthemums of various colors were blooming brightly in the flower beds, decorating each yard.
Everyone was busy, but in an orderly manner.
There is also a moon-viewing banquet in the palace in the evening, and the wives of each family have to go to the palace to have fun, so the banquet in the palace is held at noon.
Although it was a reunion dinner during the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were only three masters in the Duke's mansion, and they couldn't even sit at the table together.
In order to make Mrs. Tai happy, Qiao Yuandong specially invited a theater troupe to come to his house to set up a stage to sing operas, and the old lady took the orders.
Mrs. Tai is also an open-minded person and knows that Qiao Yuandong is just trying to make herself happy. There was no need to entertain anyone anyway, so the Madam ordered all the plays she liked and took the servants in the house to watch them together, and she spent the day happily.
In the evening, Qiao Yuandong put on her married woman's clothes early and went to the palace for the banquet.
Although the wife also had a royal title, she was too old to work hard, so the palace mercifully exempted her from moving around.
Qiao Yuandong was served by a palace maid when she entered the palace, so she only took Rongzhu with her to wait on her on the way.
The few maids in the house had nothing to do, so they all went to the garden to watch the show.
Xia Mang is a person who has been bombarded by modern information and has no interest in this kind of babbling drama.
She didn't want to join in the fun, but Yunxiu forced her to go.
The stage was set up in the garden of the Duke's Mansion. Sitting in the stands were the Tai Madam and Xiang Xiu'an, and beside them stood the maids and boys watching the show.
Yunxiu pulled Xia Mang and squeezed into a good position.
Xia Mang watched with her for less than half an hour, but he couldn't stand it any longer. Xia Mang yawned profusely and said goodbye to Yunxiu.
Returning to the house where he lived, Xia Mang prepared to go to bed.
When I touched my belt, I found that my purse was missing.
Huh? When did you lose it?
Xia Mang thought about it for a long time, and he probably missed it when he was watching the show.
There is no hope of finding it back now. There are so many people in the garden, so someone might pick it up.
Xia Mang paid He Lan to make that purse for her. It was embroidered with beautiful curly grass patterns. She usually used it to carry small things, and it was quite easy to use.
Alas, what a pity.
Xia Mang decided to ask Helan to help make another one. This time she wanted to embroider a cat on it!
Yunxiu watched the play in the garden for a while, then looked around in the crowd.
She saw Xiang Xiu'an sitting next to Mrs. Tai, talking and laughing, while his servant Shuang Lu was standing far away on the edge of the corridor waiting.
Yunxiu said goodbye to the little sisters around her and walked along the corridor towards Shuanglu.
Shuanglu was climbing on the edge of the column with his feet up to watch the excitement on the stage. Yunxiu called him from behind, startling him.
Shuanglu turned around, stroking his beating heart, and when he saw it was Yunxiu, he couldn't help complaining: "My good sister, why are you teasing me?"
Yunxiu glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Why, I'm here to give you a chance to marry you. Do you want to drive me away immediately?"
Shuanglu didn't understand at first, until Yunxiu took out a purse from her sleeve and handed it to him.
The purse is embroidered with curly grass patterns, which is unique and beautiful.
Shuanglu smelled the faint fragrance coming from the purse, and his whole face suddenly turned red.
"I, I only treat you as my sister, never, no."
Yunxiu said expressionlessly: ".It's not mine."
Shuanglu: "Oh, ah?"
Yunxiu stuffed the purse into Shuanglu's hands and said with a smile: "Do you know that there is a man named Mang Xia next to Madam?"
Shuanglu nodded blankly.
The maids who serve in the back house will generally not come into contact with the boys in the front yard without the master's order, otherwise they will be gossiped about if they leave frequently.
Therefore, Shuanglu only knew that Qiao Yuandong had someone like Xia Mang around him, which he had never seen before.
"Here, Mang Xia made this with his own hands, and asked me to give it to you."
When Shuanglu heard this, his whole body was so hot that he was steaming. The purse in his hand was so hot that he could hardly hold it.
He wanted to throw it away but couldn't bear it.
Shuanglu is one of the boys around Xiang Xiu'an. He is neither the most handsome nor the most capable. He is only more honest.
Unexpectedly, a humble ordinary person like him, Shuanglu, would be missed by a girl one day!
After a long while, Shuanglu asked: "Then, where is Miss Mangxia? I, I want to meet her."
It wasn't to offend other girls, he simply wanted to see what the beautiful woman who had secretly promised his heart was like.
This red line was forced by Yun Xiu, so it was naturally impossible for Shuang Lu to see Xia Mang.
She made a look like "You are really ignorant" and said angrily: "This little girl is thin-skinned and shy, how can I see you here now?"
Shuanglu was scolded by Yunxiu, but he couldn't stop grinning.
Yunxiu couldn't stand his stupid look, so she waved her hand and left.
After Yunxiu left, Shuanglu looked around, sneaked to the place where the person was carrying him, spread out his fingers, and revealed the purse inside.
When he got the purse just now, Shuanglu knew that there was something in it.
He guessed that Miss Mangxia had put this inside specially?
A token of love? !
Looking at the purse, Shuanglu's heart beat like a drum for a moment, and even his fingers couldn't help but tremble.
He carefully opened the purse and took out what was inside.
Then Shuanglu got to eat the remaining half of the mooncake
hiss!
Mooncakes
Xia Mang, who was sleeping soundly, would never know that because of that half piece of mooncake, an innocent virgin had his brain burned all night long.
She picked up the half moon cake in the yard yesterday. Some little girl threw it away after she couldn't finish it.
Xia Mang saw that the mooncakes were still fresh, so in the spirit of not wasting them, she picked them up and stuffed them into her purse.
There are many birds feeding in the house, they are colorful, beautiful and smart.
Xia Mang planned to feed the mooncakes to the birds and let them get closer to him.
Wouldn't it be great if you could teach that myna to say a few beautiful words so that my wife can learn from them? ?
(End of chapter)
The author said: The poem that appears in the article comes from "Mid-Autumn Festival" by Lou Yao of the Song Dynasty. I am not capable of writing poems myself [wise face]
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