The capital of Nanyuan, which has been washed by spring rain, has come to light again. The rising sun sets off the buildings in the capital.

"Miss, it's time to get up."

The door was pushed open, and the maid in the room was wearing a blue Ru skirt. She had a copper basin in her hand, full of steaming water. She put the basin on the sink, draped the small room, and went to the bed.

Bai ruotong got up early in the morning, but he didn't respond to the call. She sat on the edge of the bed, pursed her lips and looked at the maid who was smiling and walking with her without saying a word.

"Cui er?" Bai Rutong called tentatively.

"How did the young lady sleep?" Cui'er lowered her hand and asked in a warm voice.

Bai ruotong raises her lips. It seems that she is right. The maid in front of her is the big girl cui'er who is waiting on her side.

"Get a pot of hot water. I'm thirsty." Bai said.

"Miss, let's go to Yongning hospital quickly today. The old lady is still waiting for her to ask. If she goes late, she should be scolded by the old lady." Cuier advised.

White if Tong eye a horizontal, cold hum a: "how? When my ancestors were so anxious to ask questions and didn't give me water? I haven't recovered, and my mouth is very dry. If I can't answer because of my dry mouth when the old lady asks me later, whose fault is it? "

Cui'er bit her lip and nodded: "you are right, my maid is going to fetch water for you." Her manner was respectful, but her words were a little impatient. When he left, he even glanced at Bai Rutong contemptuously.

Bai ruotong stood up and walked out of the room with a careless yawn. After a night's sleep, she recovered a lot. It seems that the bitter medicine Gu Yanqing forced her to drink yesterday has a certain effect.

The courtyard she lives in is called "qingtongyuan", with two small rooms and one main hall, which is distributed in three directions: Southeast and West. The corridor connecting the three houses is made of jade and Zhulan, and the courtyard is elegant with green trees and clear streams.

Holding a fan in her hand, she came to the main hall with great interest. She saw the gorgeous furnishings in the hall and the exquisite rooms. In the middle of the wall is a large screen wall of powder oil, which outlines the leisurely and elegant mountain ink painting.

The tables and chairs are made of top-grade gold and Phoebe, and the chairs are covered with gold thread. The beautiful lotus pond is carved on the back of the chair, and a valuable emerald is inlaid in the middle.

She strolled around and came to the west chamber. There are Guqin in the room, behind which stands a big screen. In the basket on the table are needle scissors and small silk cloth. On the west wall stands a picture.

The woman in the picture is herself, wearing a pink Ru skirt and her dress is flowing. The corner of the mouth is raising a smile, and the hand is holding a round fan.

It seems that this is the place of ancient women's needlework, which is equivalent to the modern "Qin room".

Bai ruotong's mouth curls. She doesn't know anything about embroidery. I hope Bai ruotong in the novel is not proficient in embroidery. Otherwise, how can she hide the past.

After a tour, Bai Rutong was a little tired. She returned to the hall and sat down, just as cui'er stepped into the door with a pot of hot water.

"Here comes the water, miss."

Cui'er takes the hot water from the tea cup and hands it to Bai ruotong. Bai ruotong sniffed at the tip of his nose and screwed up his eyebrows. The smell of water as like as two peas yesterday.

"Cui'er, drink it and make up for me." Bai ruotong patted the cup on the small table and said in a sullen voice.

"What do you mean, miss?" Cui'er asked with a guilty heart.

Bai ruotong stirred up a smile, twisted the silk handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully: "don't delay the time. After drinking it, the old lady is still waiting for us."