Chapter 1295 Willing to be an ugly girl 22
Mr. Fujiwara has quite a few concubines, and Mrs. Akiko has long since aged and lost her beauty. After all, she is in her fifties. No matter what, Mr. Fujiwara won't come over.
Nozomi Fujiwara originally didn't want to go there, but thinking about the debt he owed to the mother and daughter, it only took time to read a letter anyway. So I took the time to pass.
After receiving the unopened letter, Mr. Fujiwara looked at the words on the envelope and couldn't help but nodded: "The handwriting is quite good."
Only nobles could read and write. Paper was very expensive, but those who could write well were good. None of the maids who worked with him had ever written, so these words must have been written by Zunzi himself.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Akiko immediately said: "Although Zunzi is young, she is the easiest to learn. Just look at the words and she can understand Chinese characters. You will know that she has worked hard."
Fujiwara Michinaga once again regretted not letting Takashi enter the palace. The entry of such a girl into the palace would add glory to the Fujiwara family. Seeing what the two daughters who entered the palace were doing now, Kuanzi kept quarreling and jealous, but the king was only three years old, so no woman was allowed to approach the king. Xizi is considered well-behaved, but he definitely has no such knowledge and can't even hold a pen firmly.
Feeling a little angina pectoris, Mr. Fujiwara quickly opened the letter first.
The words written on the beautiful letter paper are also extremely beautiful, just like the ones on the envelope. Although the writing on it is very polite, the written letter paper can be sold as a sample in any store.
Mr. Fujiwara handed the letter to Mrs. Akiko with some approval: "You gave birth to a good daughter. You are indeed blessed."
Mrs. Akiko took the letter and read these words several times. She couldn't help but burst into tears. She pressed the letter to her chest and cried: "My lord, my lord..."
Really stop crying, he will want to cry if you cry again. In order to comfort Mrs. Akiko, Mr. Fujiwara hugged her and comforted her: "It's okay if you don't enter the palace. Just let him wait for another two years and grow up."
"It's okay not to enter the palace." Madam Akiko clenched her old fist angrily and lightly beat Fujiwara Nobunaga's chest: "If you have such understanding, you should study with the prince. The masters in the palace are all the best. ”
Mr. Fujiwara smiled bitterly: "This matter has been decided, and that's all it is for now. You also reminded me that I will go to the palace tomorrow to find a suitable person to teach Takashi."
Upon hearing this, someone was transferred from the palace to teach Zunzi. Mrs. Akiko finally smiled: "Sure enough, my lord still loves Zunzi."
"Of course it hurts, my daughter." Michichiro Fujiwara coaxed the woman into thinking that she still had a way: "I'm tired today too, so just rest here."
When Mrs. Akiko heard this, she immediately asked someone to fetch water for Fujiwara Michinaga to wash.
Now that the clothes are ready, let's make two pieces first, a set of skirts and a large cloak. The weather has warmed up, but the owner's body still needs to be nourished for a while. It is almost like paper and cannot be blown by the wind. I felt unwell after arriving. Fortunately, the hot springs drove away the wind and cold, otherwise I might have really gotten sick.
Xi Ning put it on happily, and it turned out that Hanfu was still better. Compared with the twelve singles, it was more beautiful and comfortable. These twelve pieces are really too cumbersome. After putting them on, I feel like I am wearing medieval armor when I walk. Sometimes, if you are in a hurry, you need the help of a maid to put the bucket among the layers of clothes. It's hard to wipe off after you're done. For this reason, try to eat as little as possible.
And Aling almost collapsed again. The young lady was addicted to wearing these strange clothes.
I heard the lady ask: "Do you want to make a few sets and change out of your clothes?"
What, wearing this kind of so-called Hanfu with a waist and half the fabric? Don't do it!
Natsuki and Natsuki were silent. According to their past habits, they had to ask A Ling to reply first before they had a chance.
A Ling thought for a while and said with difficulty: "I heard that the nobles in the palace and the former envoys to the Tang Dynasty would wear Hanfu when they returned. These clothes must only be worn by people of Miss's status, and the slaves dare not wear them casually."
Although Natsuki and Natsuki were still sitting on their knees with no abnormalities on their faces, they felt in their hearts that this first-class personal maid was none other than Aling, and her answer was really good. Xining thought about it, so she raised her eyebrows: "Then let's go to the kitchen."
Going to the kitchen again? Aling's heart was bleeding secretly, and the young lady was finished.
I went to the kitchen and cooked a tofu soup with shepherd's purse and minced meat. At this time, tofu had just begun to spread, and it was still relatively expensive, but ordinary wealthy merchants could afford it.
Although it was delicious, the meat felt like it was missing something without the rice wine seasoning, so I had to make do with it.
There are new dishes again, and the steward and a group of cooks are trying hard to memorize them in their heads. There is a cook who lives near the sea and has traveled a lot. He said that the lady’s methods are a bit like the cooks from Tang Dynasty. They also cook the same things as them. All different. If you learn Tang cuisine, you will be popular wherever you go. Nobles did not eat meat, but those wealthy merchants did.
When Xining returned, the maid behind him carried a low table with lunch on it.
As soon as they returned to the yard, a slave guarding the yard came up and said that Mrs. Akiko's maid, Akui, was here. She couldn't stop her and was already waiting inside.
"Miss, why don't you change your clothes first?" A Ling became nervous.
"No need." Xining walked directly inside: "Bring the food in."
Akui is Mrs. Akiko's maid, and she is the most senior among the maids. Married to the former housekeeper of the Fujiwara family, and the current housekeeper of the Fujiwara family has changed hands, and is Mrs. Renzi's wife.
Akui, who was wearing four layers of dark rosy color, was sitting on her knees. Even the place where she was kneeling was very suitable for her status.
She watched with a slightly surprised expression as Miss Takashi walked in wearing a long dress with narrow waist and narrow sleeves. Her long hair was tied into a bun she had never seen before.
When Miss Takashi sat down, a low table was placed in front of her with large bowls on it.
Looking at it again, the yellow rice and the plate looked like meat, meat roasted in sauce. There was also something suspicious floating in the shepherd's purse and tofu soup.
"Akui is also an old man next to my mother. Why are you here? I heard that you chose Xuemei Yuan. I think it's okay." Xining picked up the chopsticks and started eating. She was an aristocrat, and her father, the Taoist Master, received his subordinates during dinner. Those subordinates felt it was an honor, as if the Taoist priest even received them during the meal despite his busy schedule.
But at this time, Akui had no time to be honored. She stared with her small eyes and watched Miss Zunzi eating meat, with a face covered in white powder, showing surprise: "Ms. Zunzi, this seems to be..."
"I know, it's meat!" Xining chewed: "Tell me what it is."
Okay, calm down and say what you want to say first.
Aoi started to talk about the first thing. Although she tried hard to return to her calm and elegant normal state, it was difficult because she saw a piece of meat caught in Miss Takashi's chopsticks again. It was still a big piece, put into the mouth, and the mouth was shiny as he kept chewing.
"Hmm, um, cough..." Akui could only try not to look at the little meat-eating mouth: "Miss Zunzi is not young anymore, so she should dress up in time. Just now, I got a letter from the madam, saying that she is from the palace. Someone may be sent to teach the young lady that the young lady cannot meet the master in the palace like this.”
The look is to pluck out the eyebrows, draw round eyebrows, dye the teeth black, and make the face whiter than the wall.
(End of chapter)