In the seventh month of the eighteenth year of Jian'an.
It was the hottest time of the year. Traveling all the way from the southwest to the capital, even though the people from the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion took the official road, the road was still dusty and both the people and the horses were inevitably tired.
Fortunately, there was still some time before the old Duke's birthday, and there was plenty of time, so there was no need to rush.
They were escorted along the way by nearly a hundred strong soldiers from the palace, so nothing happened.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed half the sky red, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on Wan Jinlan's face. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. At this time, a breeze blew over, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
In this kind of weather, she would rather wear men's clothes and ride a horse to follow the team than sit in a carriage that is shaking and bumping.
Although there is more dust blowing in my face every day, it is much more comfortable than sitting in a carriage and being shaken to the point of vomiting.
Seeing the post station ahead, the convoy stopped.
Wan Jinlan got off the horse, walked to the front of the carriage, and jumped on it with a nimble leap.
The carriage looks ordinary from the outside, but it is very comfortable inside.
The window had a breathable bamboo curtain, and inside was a soft couch covered with an ivory mat, and a small long table with some snacks on it.
Aunt Cuiwen was fanning Shen Qing gently with a round fan, looking at her with a gentle smile.
Seeing his daughter jump up so frivolously, Shen Qing frowned slightly, "Lan'er, this place is only a few days away from the capital by water. We are almost there. You should tone down your behavior."
Chen Qing also had a headache. Although she was not born into a wealthy family with generations of scholars, she was born in a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River.
Shen Qing herself was self-disciplined and polite, and behaved in a measured manner. She had also educated her only daughter in this way since she was young, but her daughter had not learned a single bit from her.
In the past two years in the southwest, she, a young girl, rode out of the city every day with the Duke of Zhenguo and her brother, and sometimes even disguised herself as a man to mingle in the army. Her life was too relaxed, and it would be difficult to control her temper again!
Just thinking about it, Shen Qing's gentle face took on a hint of sadness.
Wan Jinlan looked at her thin men's clothing, made a weird face, and hugged Shen Qing's arm.
She always felt that calling her "mother" was not close enough, so in private, she called Shen Qing directly "mother".
"Mom, you've told me so many times. I've really taken note. Once we get to the inn, I'll change back into women's clothes. I'll be careful with my words and actions from now on."
As Wan Jinlan spoke, he smoothed Shen Qing's slightly furrowed brow.
Chen Qing is a standard Jiangnan beauty. Her frame is not as tall as that of northern women, but she is petite and delicate, with a face like a full moon, gentle eyebrows and eyes, and delicate skin. She speaks slowly and slowly, with the tenderness of a Jiangnan woman. Even when scolding people, it does not have much power.
Shen Qing is a man who has given birth to two sons and one daughter. He is thirty-seven years old, but looks only in his twenties.
There is no doubt about the relationship between Wan Jinlan and his mother.
Shen Qing said that it was normal for her to break the rules, but seeing her acting like a little girl, she couldn't say anything more, but still said: "I don't know you? You say one thing to please me, and another thing in private."
Aunt Cuiwen smiled and said, "The young lady is sensible and filial. Even if she is being perfunctory, Madam will be happy."
Wan Jinlan chuckled, "Aunt Cui, you are slandering me, but I didn't do anything perfunctory."
Shen Qing glanced at her and said, "Don't smile with your teeth."
Wan Jinlan quickly shut his mouth, then hurriedly and attentively helped Shen Qing to stand up.
The servant had already put the carriage seat underneath with great tact.
The group got off the carriage and entered the post station.
The sunset glow has faded and dusk has fallen.
The sounds of mosquitoes, insects and birds outside were particularly obvious at night, so Wan Jinlan bathed in the room amid the noisy sounds of the summer night.
In Wan Jinlan's eyes, her mother must be a beauty, with fair skin, rosy features, petite stature, and a well-proportioned figure. Even when she frowned slightly, she had a unique charm.
Wan Jinlan did not inherit her mother's appearance. She is not yet of college age, but she is already almost as tall as Shen Qing. Her father and brother both said that at her age, she can still grow a lot taller in the future.
Compared with her mother, not only is her body shape different, but her face is also quite different from the gentle and beautiful Shen Qing.
Her skin was still quite fair, but Shen Qing's face looked like that of a chaste temperament. Her upturned almond-shaped eyes, coupled with her straight nose, gave her a completely different look from Shen Qing.
If you say that she has no resemblance to Shen Qing, that's not the case. If you say that she looks a bit like her father, the Duke of Zhenguo, that's a bit.
But her grandmother liked her the most among all the sisters in the family because of her almond-shaped eyes.
My grandmother said that her face was two points similar to her when she was young, and five points similar to her aunt, the imperial concubine in the palace, because of her eyes.
After bathing, she put on snow-white inner clothes and sat in front of the bronze mirror to apply makeup on her body and face.
The maid Chuntao used a cloth to wring out her hair.
"Young lady, you have such thick black hair. I envy you so much when I see it."
Wan Jinlan casually picked up a small box of hair oil on the table and said, "Have you used up the previous one? I'll give you another one."
Chuntao grew up with her since childhood. Although they were master and servant, she had always been very good to her.
Chun Tao shook her head, touched her yellowing hair, and said depressedly: "It's a waste for the young lady to give me all these good things. My hair will only get yellower and yellower after using these hair oils, and the yellow is too bright."
Wan Jinlan burst out laughing. "That's strange. You and I ate a lot of sesame porridge together, but my hair is getting darker and darker, while yours is still as yellow as ever."
Wan Jinlan once suspected that Chuntao might have Hu ancestry. In the southwest markets, there were occasionally people selling Hu slaves. Their hair was yellow, and they had full beards. They looked very sloppy and had a strong body odor.
But apart from her yellow hair, Chuntao's face is not as deep as that of the Hu people, and she still looks like a Han Chinese.
Chuntao pouted in grievance.
When she was young, she fled to Yangzhou and was bought back to the mansion by the lady, and then brought to Kyoto. She grew up with the girl since childhood. What she ate and used was much better than what the girls in ordinary families had. The girl was even willing to give her rare things like sesame, and she was willing to give her hair oil that cost several taels of silver a box. But her hair was still dry and yellow, as if she had never eaten enough and was in poor health.
Although Wan Jinlan seems to be an unruly person in Shen Qing's words and likes to go out wearing men's clothes, in fact, she is a girl who loves cleanliness and is particular about her appearance.
As the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's family, she was naturally raised in pampered surroundings.
Although Shen Qing came from a merchant family, he was very particular about food, clothing and daily expenses.
When it comes to food and daily necessities, Wan Jinlan and Shen Qing are definitely mother and daughter.
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