美人在侧花满堂

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
  她的思绪还沉静在方才那七根针上，为何那么简单的穿针她却穿不进去。难道这样真的是预示着她根本就不会有姻缘结果，因为她们族的女人都是受了诅咒，永远都不会得到真爱。
  自嘲地冷嗤着，什么姻缘天注定，穿不过那七根针不过是她从未学过刺绣而已，她始终相信任何事都是事在人为，自己争取了没有得不来的。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
  “磨喝乐，这位公子要买一个吗？”面前小贩拿起一个小泥偶递至美仁的眼前。
  美仁把玩着这个身穿荷叶半臂衣裙，手持荷叶的小泥偶。前几日，她在潘楼街东宋门外瓦子内，看到贩卖的磨喝乐很精致，却是以龙涎佛手香雕成的，以彩绘木雕为栏座，红砂碧笼当罩子，手中所持的玩物或饰物也多以珍贵的金玉宝石来装饰，要价更是惊人，一个小小的磨喝乐居然高达百两银子，那样奢侈的玩物也只能富贵人家才能买的起。不过眼前的这个磨喝乐只是用泥土烧至而成，外表彩绘一下而已。                                                                                                                                                                 
  “多少钱？”美仁笑着问道。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             
  “这位公子，只要五十钱。”那中年小贩笑道。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
  “五十钱？”