Wang Xianjiao's maid had already brought a chair to sit for a few people, added hot tea, and brought a plate of horseshoe cake to the table.

Wang Xianjiao sat on her own specially made chair and greeted several people with a smile.

"Xi'er, please tell your sisters to eat. Don't be polite. If you can't get used to it, just change it. I still have a lot of pastries."

Zhao Yuanlan had already put down the porcelain bottle and took a piece to eat it. She asked while eating it: "Really, is there any pearl cake? I heard that pearl cake is delicious."

When Wang Xianjiao heard this, she immediately said to the maid: "Xiaolian, go get the pearl cake."

Zhao Yuanlan: "I still want to eat osmanthus cake."

Wang Xianjiao: "There are also osmanthus cakes."

Xiaolian bent down and gave a gift, turned around to get the pastry.

Zhao Yuanle looked speechlessly at Zhao Yuanlan who was not polite at all.

I didn’t know who it was before, but I said behind my back that I was stupid, but now I still cook very well, and I don’t have any vagueness to eat from others.

She felt that Zhao Yuanlan had to change her temper and she had to have the politeness she should have.

Zhao Yuanxi also glared at Zhao Yuanlan: "Xiaolan!"

Wang Xianjiao, who was standing beside him, immediately stopped Zhao Yuanxi: "It's okay, she is still young, she can eat it if she likes it."

Zhao Yuanxi smiled helplessly.

Wang Xianjiao enviously said, "Oh, I don't have sisters, I only have one sister at home. Come on, get married quickly and take your sister to play with me."

When Zhao Yuanxi heard this, he pulled out a stiff polite smile.

Zhao Yuanle was a little curious.

"Sister Jiaojiao, you don't have a single sister?"

Wang Xianjiao nodded.

"Well, I'm the only girl in this generation, I only have my brother, and the eldest brother is too far away from studying and rarely comes back. I haven't come back in a few years."

As he said that, Wang Xianjiao said to Zhao Yuanxi: "Don't worry, my elder brother is very good and decent. He will leave after he comes back this time."

Zhao Yuanxi smiled faintly.

"Um."

Zhao Yuanxi answered perfunctorily, but Wang Xianjiao didn't notice it.

She happily started to talk to several people about her family and what she had encountered recently. She asked questions from time to time and took the questions to another place to start the next topic.

Wang Xianjiao couldn't stop talking, and the maid added tea several times, and Zhao Yuanlan next to her ate even happier.

Zhao Yuanle looked at his porcelain bottle and felt that it seemed necessary to remind Wang Xianjiao a little, so he would do his job later.

At a pause from Wang Xianjiao, Zhao Yuanle picked up his own porcelain bottle and asked, "Sister Jiaojiao, what do you usually use to apply your face?"

When Wang Xianjiao saw this porcelain bottle, she said directly: "By the way, you are going to sell this to Yuxiang. I said I forgot, let's go, I'll take you to find Yuxiang."

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Her movements of holding the porcelain bottle were a little stiff.

The topic she prepared was a little redundant.

She felt that Wang Baochang’s daughter was much more upright than her.

It is also quite interesting that Wang Baochang, a ruthless man, gave birth to a silly and sweet daughter.

Wang Xianjiao was about to go out. Zhou's mother asked, and after knowing that she was going to the county magistrate's house, she stopped stopping her, but just told Xiaolian to follow her and serve her well.

The few people went downstairs like this. When they arrived at the door, the little doorman saw it early and came to open the door.

A few people went out again, left the alley, and walked a few more steps to the side door of the county magistrate's house.

Xiaolian went up and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, and another old lady came to lead the way.

It can be seen from the naked eye that the old lady was wearing much better clothes than Zhou Ma, and she even wore a silver bracelet on her hands.

When this old mom was walking, Zhao Yuanle found that her walking posture was a little different.

After she looked carefully, she realized that the shoes on her feet were different, as if they were wrapped in...

But it was not as excessive as she saw in history books. It was wrapped, but it did not squeeze the bones, just to make the feet penetrate into such special sharp-angled heeled shoes, which was probably quite uncomfortable.

After passing by, I walked through three or four doors and reached the innermost point. When I went up the stairs, there was another door. There were two rows of lanterns hanging on both sides, which were much more refined than the lanterns downstairs of Wang Xianjiao.

The county magistrate's residence is more complex and spacious than the yard of Wang Baochang.

Along the way, I also met servants who came and did things. The servants would stop and bent down to salute, waiting for the group to come and then get up and walk around.

Zhao Yuanle looked at these all the way and felt novel and uncomfortable.

After the group went up the stairs and passed three doors, they finally arrived at the door of the county magistrate's daughter's boudoir.

Zhao Yuanle thought, is this the residence of the ladies from a noble family?

The old mother knocked on the door and said something, and a maid came to open the door.

The group was invited in and sat down in the living room.

On the other hand, the county magistrate's daughter finished her calligraphy homework and was taken out by another maid.

The county magistrate's daughter also has a surname, Wang Yuxiang.

The gorgeous clothes Wang Yuxiang wore were made of streamer silk, with pink armor on the buttocks, double-pleated horse-faced skirts, wide sleeves and round necks all with hand-embroidered complex flowers. They were combed with two double buns with the same horns, two silver jewels with tassels embedded on them, and two pink camellia flowers were worn on both sides.

Zhao Yuanle paid more attention to her feet, but only saw that her shoulders were not driven, and her shoes did not reveal the steps outside her skirt and walked over.

Good guy...

Zhao Yuanle traveled through these days, and this was how he truly saw the way an ancient lady walked.

Wang Yuxiang smiled at the people.

She looked at Wang Xianjiao: "Jiaojiao, is this the Zhao girl you told me about?"

"Yeah." Wang Xianjiao nodded and began to introduce to Wang Yuxiang: "This is Xier, she is fifteen, one year younger than us. These are Xier's two cousins, one is Lele, one is fourteen, and the other is Xiaolan, and the other is twelve."

Wang Yuxiang smiled softly and raised her thin eyebrows: "That's all my sister."

Wang Xianjiao: "Yes."

Wang Yuxiang's eyes fell on the thing in Zhao Yuanle's hand and asked with a smile: "Is this the rose pure dew you made yourself?"

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

The person involved was quite embarrassed at this moment.

She was thinking about how to start the topic before, and how to brag about her own things and promote them.

In fact, not only Wang Yuxiang in front of him, but even his aunt knew about these things. Moreover, Wang Yuxiang had mostly used better ones, but he was still thinking about how to teach others how to use things to beautify their skin.

It's really a bit arrogant and embarrassing...

Zhao Yuanle felt that one thing he should remember in the future. The ancients only knew not as much information as modern times, but they were purely underdeveloped in technology. But the ancients were not stupid. They had seen the world and knew a lot of good things, and they would not regard a slightly different thing as a treasure.

People still have the ability to judge values ​​in a basic way.

Now, since Wang Yuxiang has made it straight to the point, Zhao Yuanle has just taken the porcelain bottle.
Chapter completed!