Chapter 261 That’s Love
Blessings come to the mind.
She put down the small paper bag in her hand, held Madam Rong's face with her small hands, then leaned over and gently kissed Madam Rong's forehead.
In an instant, she felt a warm breath gathering from all over her body to her lips, and then flowing into Madam Rong's body.
After a moment, she looked at Old Madam Rong, who still had an innocent and childlike look on her face.
He whispered, "Grandma, see you next time. I hope you can remember me."
The curtain was lowered, horse hooves clattered, and the carriage moved forward steadily.
The magnificent gate of the Rong family was left far behind.
Old Madam Rong was still standing there blankly, watching the carriage go farther and farther away, until it finally turned into a tiny dot and disappeared.
Honghong and Qingqing hurriedly chased out and supported her on both sides.
Honghong patted her arm gently and said, "Madam, the young lady has left. Let's go back."
Madam Rong stood there without moving, but sighed and shook her head.
Qingqing's expression tensed. Just as she was about to persuade him again, she heard Madam Rong say, "Ranran didn't leave. Ranran is back, and Ruoruo...is back too."
"Madam, the young lady has already returned..." Qingqing was halfway through her words when she was stunned.
Old Madam Rong straightened her back and slowly walked towards the Rong family's gate.
Qingqing was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses. She looked at Honghong who was also stunned beside her, and both of them were overjoyed.
"The old lady is fine!"
"The old lady just called the young lady's name!"
Rong Bing was still standing at the gate. Seeing Madam Rong approaching slowly, he was afraid that she was still sad, so he said softly, "Jingyao, Ruoruo will be back in a few days. Don't be unhappy."
"You're already old, but you're still so cheesy." Old Madam Rong walked up to him and rolled her eyes at him.
Then, she lifted her skirt lightly, stepped over the threshold gracefully, and said leisurely: "Let's go back. I haven't wiped the Ying porcelain doll that Ranran gave me today."
"By the way, I need to see if the room you arranged for Ranran is comfortable. Next time I come, I can't let my little grandson suffer any injustice."
Rong Bing suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at her graceful and dignified back. Although he was already old, his eyes became red again.
"Oh, good! Madam is right!"
In Baicaoxuan, in the old lady's bedroom, two identical chubby porcelain dolls were placed together.
One of them is flawless, while the other is full of cracks.
Old Madam Rong reached out and touched the smooth, new porcelain doll, then touched the worn, cracked old doll, and smiled softly.
The new doll was won for her by her little granddaughter playing pot-throwing, and the old doll was won by her for her little daughter playing pot-throwing.
But whether it’s new or old, she likes them both, and they are equally important.
"Ranran, next time we meet, let grandma take you out to have fun."
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The majestic and agile tall horses pulled the carriage and walked steadily on the Imperial Street of the capital.
Inside the carriage, Baoya was holding the small paper bag that Old Madam Rong had stuffed into her arms, supporting her chin with her hand, thinking seriously.
Jingzhen saw her white and tender little hands, holding her chubby cheeks, which was so cute, and he pursed his lips and curled up a faint smile.
Asking out loud: "What are you thinking about? So focused?"
Baoya glanced at him sideways and blurted out, "Not every disease can be cured with medicine?"
She was pondering what Manta Ray had said.
Jing Zhen raised his eyebrows: "Not all diseases can be cured by medicine, including love."
Baoya suddenly opened her eyes wide, with a look of understanding on her face: "So that's love."
"Yeah." Jing Zhen said calmly, reaching out and poking her double buns, causing the tassels hanging down Bao Ya's head to sway slightly.
"I hope grandma's illness will get better soon." The little girl whispered softly.
"It will definitely be fine." Jing Zhen said.
For some reason, Baoya felt a lot more at ease when she heard his words.
There was a lot of traffic outside the carriage, and people were walking on the street, making it very noisy.
Baoya suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. She lifted the car curtain and looked outside.
I am about to leave here. Although there have been some unpleasant moments, what I feel more is happiness and reluctance to leave.
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a neatly arranged team.
In the middle of the team were young women in blue dresses. Each of them was holding a square wooden tray in their hands and walking slowly in the opposite direction of them.
Baoya found it very novel.
She turned around, pulled Jingzhen's sleeve, and said excitedly: "Brother Jing, look!"
"What are they doing?"
Jingzhen also came to the window, took a look outside, and immediately understood.
She said, "They are visiting the Fairy Embroidery Tower. Today is the twenty-fifth of February. Every year at the end of February, they would come to the palace to give clothes to the concubines. This signifies the beginning of a new year, new clothes, new looks."
When Baoya heard what Jingzhen said, she saw a team of people dressed as guards walking in front of the dozen women, clearing the way for them.
"So the ladies in the palace also need to buy clothes from outside?" The little girl tilted her head, very curious.
Jing Zhen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "No, the embroidery skills of Fangxian Embroidery Tower are unparalleled, and the embroiderers in the palace can't compare to them."
Therefore, only concubines with the rank of concubine or above were qualified to order custom-made clothes from Fangxian Embroidery Tower every year.
"Then why didn't the emperor summon them into the palace?"
"Because they are not summoned."
Baoya was confused again: "Why? Brother Xiaojing, is it because the silver the emperor gave is not enough? Or is it because the food in the palace is not tasty?"
Jingzhen: ...
He rubbed his forehead and patiently explained to Baoya: "No, they... don't like being constrained."
When Jingzhen said this, Baoya felt as if she understood.
She nodded and looked out the window again, but the team had already gone far away, and she only caught a glimpse of a piece of blue clothes of the last embroiderer.
After the car curtain was lowered, Baoya sat back in her seat obediently.
"Brother Xiaojing," she said, fiddling with her little fingers, "In the future, if I come to the capital to open a restaurant, even if the emperor summons me, I won't go."
"Not only will I not go, I will not be like these embroiderers, delivering food and vegetables to the palace for them."
Jingzhen didn't know why her little head was thinking about opening a restaurant in the capital in the future.
He looked at her with amusement: "Why?"
"Because I feel they are not sincere enough."
"If they're unwilling to even leave the palace to eat what they want, then they probably don't really like my cooking."
Seeing Baoya's serious expression, Jingzhen reached out and pinched her soft little cheeks.
"Well, you're right," he chuckled, "it's those people who don't deserve it."
The carriage drove out of the capital, the sound of hooves was brisk and full of laughter.
The trees on both sides of the official road were quickly passed by, and a suspicious figure had been quietly following behind the carriage since it left the city.
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