Chapter 690 Ping'er: You can't have two ends every three days.
Ningguo Mansion
On the other side, Sister Feng felt restless and quietly returned to the inner hall. As soon as she walked around the screen, she heard the laughter of several Yingying Yanyan. She sat down again and just took the teacup handed by Ping'er.
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Sister Feng looked at Qin Keqing who picked up a mahjong tile and threw it out, and said with a chuckle: "Keqing, I see it's getting late, and I, Heping'er, should go back."
At this moment, my whole body felt uncomfortable, the breeze was blowing, and I felt sticky all over my body, especially my heart... felt anxious.
Qin Keqing raised her beautiful watery eyes and asked, "Sister-in-law Feng, it's not yet Haishi, why are you leaving so early? It's quite hot this time, so I won't be able to sleep very well."
"It's really getting late, so we should go back." Sister Feng said with a smile.
Looking at the beauty with a hibiscus-like face and swaying eyebrows, Sister Feng thought to herself, the men in your family are so obsessed with Hu Meizi, why are you still playing mahjong here, why are you so big-hearted?
If it was her, like Qingwen, who couldn't get close to a man at all, how could she let these maids abuse the men indiscriminately?
Well, no, what does this have to do with her? It’s just someone else’s man who feels sorry for her.
Under the curved willow-leaf eyebrows, Third Sister You's beautiful crystal eyes were full of charm. She smiled softly and said: "Sister, in a few days, the uncle should leave, so you should spend more time with him."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's face turned red, and their hearts felt a little strange. How could I be with you more?
Li Wan tightened his grip on the mahjong hand, and through the candlelight on the side, he could vaguely see that it was a piece of mahjong.
When Sister Feng led Ping'er, accompanied by a group of nuns, back to Rongguo Mansion, the two young women were walking along the corridor. The summer night wind blew in their faces, bringing with it a bit of coolness, and sweat was visible on their foreheads and temples.
Pearls, whether gorgeous or elegant, all give off a cool feeling.
"Sister-in-law Feng, what did Brother Heng say about Brother Lan?" Li Wan walked lightly and asked Sister Feng beside him.
Because Jia Heng had previously said that he was going south to Yangzhou on business, and he didn't know when he would be able to come back, Li Wan was inevitably worried that Jia Heng would not have time to come over for the banquet.
Sister Feng calmed down, and under her willow brows, her red phoenix eyes smiled, and said: "Sister-in-law Zhu, don't worry. Brother Heng has already said that he will go to his sister-in-law's appointment the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow is the Queen Mother's Qianqiu Birthday Banquet, and the day after tomorrow
Let’s have a good talk with my sister-in-law.”
He didn't doubt it. It was Li Wan's duty in the past, which was to value Jia Lan's studies more than the sky.
Li Wan was overjoyed and said, "Then I will prepare the food and wine, take Lan Geer with me, and have a good talk with him."
Sister Feng looked at the happy little woman and felt a strange feeling in her heart. This is the advantage of having a child. At least she has a head to support her. What will she do when the child grows up?
Parting ways with Li Wan, he led Ping'er to the courtyard where he lived. The wing was brightly lit, and the orange candlelight illuminated the plump and exquisite figure of the Huaxin young woman on the window. He took off the hairpin and earrings on his head.
, the young woman in the pomegranate skirt walked lightly to the bed and sat down, holding a beauty fan and gently fanning the sweat from her face.
"Grandma, the mugwort has been lit." Ping'er brought a basin of hot water and helped Sister Feng wash her feet.
Because it was summer, the grass was lush, and mosquitoes were always around. Sister Feng was most afraid of mosquito bites when she was sleeping, so she put down the red mosquito net and lit moxa to repel mosquitoes.
On the show couch, a green silk mat had been replaced early, and two pairs of light quilts were placed at the head and foot of the bed.
Sister Feng took off her shoes and socks, and a pair of feet as white as green onions suddenly appeared. Ten toes hidden in the boudoir that were unknown to the boudoir reached into the copper basin. Warm water flowed in the palms and between the toes. Sister Feng's face was like an apricot.
Fei Taorui's bright and shining face looked lost.
After a while, under Ping'er's care, Sister Feng wiped her feet with a towel, then bent her legs and placed them on the mat.
"Ping'er." Sister Feng looked at the red mosquito net. For some reason, her heart beat a little spark, and in an instant, it became a prairie fire.
Ping'er knew this, her jade-white cheeks turned red with shame, and she was so beautiful. She came close to Sister Feng and whispered: "Grandma, this didn't happen just a few days ago...it can't happen every three days."
I don’t know why, but grandma’s addiction has become more and more serious recently, but if she doesn’t know how to control herself, how can it be a long-term solution?
There was a bit of shame and annoyance in Sister Feng's eyebrows, and she said: "You are the most popular with me, and now you don't know my difficulties?"
I didn't want to find Ping'er, but I always wanted to do it myself, which made me feel a lot worse.
After hearing this, Ping'er came close and said in a trembling voice: "Grandma, be careful not to catch cold."
Without saying much, he lowered the curtains in the inner room and blew out the candlesticks. The bright moon outside the window was bright and shining, and the evening wind of the summer night blew the cigarettes lit from the cattails, curling up, circling and dispersing. After a while,
, has filled the entire room, and people gradually adapt to the light in the dark night.
But I saw two bare hands taking out the jade article from the splendid wooden box. It was crystal clear and natural. Maybe it had been held there for a long time. Under the moonlight, the light shone and the blue waves rippled, like an innate spiritual treasure, in the bright white moon.
, the halo is relaxed and rolled, but it is not the ax used by Wu Gang to cut down the osmanthus, but like the pestle used by the jade rabbit to pound medicine.
Sister Feng already held a handkerchief in her bare hands and put it into her plain white and pink embroidered belly pocket.
"Why is grandma holding the handkerchief?" Ping'er stared in surprise and asked.
"As soon as the dog days come, I feel a little sweaty on my body." Sister Feng frowned slightly, her heart felt weak, and her voice was a little softer.
Anyway, she was just thinking randomly, no matter what the heavens or the earth, who else could control what she thought?
Ping'er held his breath and whispered: "Grandma."
"Yes." Sister Feng closed her eyelashes gently, hiding her red and phoenix eyes. The handkerchief obtained from Jia Heng was once again useful. I don't know when, those rough and gentle hands seemed to be smoothing
The waves of the river in the heart lake.
And with Ping'er's gentleness and peace, the young man in the python suit in the past was either majestic or solemn, or looked forward to his own glory, or spoke softly, or his light-weighted face flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. At this moment, he was in the study room just now.
The scene I saw suddenly jumped into my mind, and it seemed to be deeply rooted in my mind. I couldn't get rid of it. I couldn't help but help the gentle and peaceful Ping'er. That scene... was deeply rooted.
Perhaps in the distant prehistoric mythology, I saw the phoenix of the three innate tribes standing on the majestic Buzhou Mountain in the prehistoric times. They flew south and jumped into the sea of flames of Nanming. They snorted from the wings of their noses and uttered a soft sound in their mouths.
He screamed in controlled joy, his bright feathers were swaying gently, and his delicate body and skin were trembling every inch of his body. It was like being reborn from the ashes. Reality and fiction were almost indistinguishable at this moment.
Sister Feng's cheeks were glowing, her eyes seemed to be unopened, and in her calm heart, in a trance, she was wearing a mountain-shaped wingless crown and a beautifully embroidered python suit, and a white lining as white as rice paper appeared on the back of her neck.
, later, he suddenly looked back, suddenly moved closer to himself, frowned slightly, reached out his hand, put it on his shoulder, without picking up the leaves, and whispered in his ear: "Sister-in-law Feng, I have suffered so much for you these years.
…”
But at this moment, under the moonlight, Ping'er's face became more and more gentle and graceful. He was surprised. He retracted his original hand as if he was electrocuted, and looked at the one who was already raising his neck and groaning, fanning his wings and spitting out fire.
The Phoenix of the Three Prehistoric Tribes.
This is just now...
Sister Feng was lying on the bed at the moment, her gorgeous and charming face with melon seeds, like a red apricot flower, emitting fire and steaming clouds, beautiful and moving, but for a moment, she also felt a little embarrassed and inexplicable.
She didn't know what happened just now.
"Grandma, isn't it important?" Ping'er frowned and asked softly.
Sister Feng took a deep breath, her eyes opened slightly, and she said in a tired voice: "Ping'er, I...I'm fine, go on."
Ping'er: "???"
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Beijing Palace
In the backyard room, Zhen Xue is sitting behind a mahogany desk, writing poetry with a pen hanging from her wrist. Under the light of the lights, the young woman Hua Xin is wearing a pink plain white skirt, which makes the beauty in her early twenties look a little more girlish.
That face was as white and tender as jade, as beautiful as a plump face, with a light blush on her cheeks, and her gentle and gentle eyebrows were filled with a look of trance.
When I stared at it, I didn't know when the paper under my hand was stained.
Zhen Xue sighed softly and placed the brush in her hand on the pen holder. The flickering candlelight on the candlestick reflected a snowy face filled with shame and annoyance.
A few days have passed, but the scenes of that day seem to linger in my mind.
It was as if the person's soul was being knocked out of his body by fighting him to death again and again.
Thinking of this, Zhen Xue was startled and quickly recovered her mind. She pursed her pink lips tightly and felt a sense of guilt in her heart.
This is the first...how many times has she been distracted?
No, she can no longer be sorry to the prince.
It turned out to be a mistake, a casual romance, and each of them cherished it.
Zhen Xue was upset and rolled up the writing paper into a ball. When she raised her eyes, she felt that her mind was in a mess.
"Mother." At this moment, a soft and greasy voice came from outside the wing, and then a petite and exquisite figure entered the wing. It was Zhen Xue's daughter Shui Xin.
"Xinxin." Zhen Xue turned to look at her daughter, with a look of astonishment on her face. She took Shui Xin's arm and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"Mother, it's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?" Shui Xin raised her pretty face, looked at Zhen Xue with a smile, and asked softly.
Zhen Xue chuckled and said softly: "Mother is going to sleep now."
"Mom, let's sleep together." Shui Xin came closer, took one of Zhen Xue's arms, raised her pink face, and said coquettishly in a soft voice.
Looking at her cute daughter, Zhen Xue's eyebrows turned into stars, and she said softly in a doting tone: "Xinxin is already a big girl, how can she still sleep with my mother?"
"I want to sleep with my mother." Shui Xin said softly.
Maybe it was because he hadn't seen Shui Rong and Zhen Xue living together, so he didn't make childish remarks about how old his father was.
Zhen Xue smiled, and the charm of the young woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes oozed out silently, and said: "Xinxin, please don't wet the bed later."
The little Loli seemed a little shy, lowered her eyelids, and said softly: "Mom, I stopped wetting the bed a long time ago."
Zhen Xue took her daughter's hand and went to the bed. When the maid and nanny came over, they washed the mother and daughter's feet, took off their clothes, and lifted the thin silk quilt. They lay on the bed, and Zhen Xue caressed them as they did when they were children.
My daughter's shoulders.
Shui Xin put his soft little hands into his belly pocket like he did when he was a child.
Zhen Xue gently patted the little Loli's hand and scolded: "It's hot, don't make trouble."
Shui Xin hurriedly came over and begged in a Nuo voice: "Mother, tell me a story."
Zhen Xue's delicate brows furrowed slightly and she said softly: "What story are you telling?"
"Aunt Yun said that Uncle Heng told her a story, and she told it to me. It was quite interesting." Shui Xin said in a low voice.
When she heard Jia Heng's name, Zhen Xue was almost startled. She calmed down and said with a smile, "What story are you telling? Our family Xinxin will never forget it."
That person has written a version of Three Kingdoms, and presumably he is also good at making up other stories.
Shui Xin said softly: "Uncle Heng said that an old man picked a gourd seed and planted it, and then seven gourd babies grew on the vine. Some of them were extremely powerful, some could breathe fire, and some could
Spit water."
A smile appeared on Zhen Xue's pretty face, and she said softly: "These seven gourd babies are really amazing."
She thought it was going to be some war story, but she didn't know how she came up with such a story.
Shui Xin said softly: "There are many more stories that Uncle Heng told Aunt Yun outside."
When Zhen Xue heard the words, she pursed her pink lips and her eyes were blank for a moment. The young man lying on her body seemed to reappear in her heart, with his stern and chiseled face, and the gentle words in her ears, just like coaxing a little girl.
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Zhen Xuefang's heart was beating fast, she quickly suppressed the trivial thoughts in her heart, gently rubbed her daughter's bangs, and said softly: "Xinxin, go to bed early, tomorrow we have to go to the palace to meet the Queen Mother.
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"Will there be many people in the palace tomorrow?" Shui Xin said in a soft voice.
Zhen Xue smiled and said: "There are a lot of people, but I don't know if there are any children as old as you."
Perhaps it was because Xinxin often received her mother-in-law's glances at home, so she was a little quiet and didn't like to talk. However, after getting to know Xiangyun, she became much more cheerful.
"No one in our family wants to play with me. It's very lively at my godmother's place. Mom, when are we going to play at my godmother's place again? My godmother said last time that she wanted me to recognize Uncle Heng as my godfather." Shui.
Xin Jiansheng said.
Zhen Xue's heart skipped a beat, and she smiled and said, "Why does Xinxin think of going to your mother's house?"
"My mother's family is so lively, with Aunt Yun and Aunt Xichun." Shui Xin said in a Nuo voice. Suddenly, the little Loli pouted and said unhappy: "Mother, we all have younger brothers and sisters, what about mother?"
It’s time to give birth to one for me.”
It turned out to be a childish thing, but he didn't have any other ideas.
However, Zhen Xue, who was already feeling guilty, suddenly jumped up, half of her cheeks turned red, and said shyly, "Xinxin, what are you talking about?"
But it took so long that day? I wonder if there is a child. If there is a child, the prince is not at home. No, even if he is at home, if others are not suspicious, the prince will be suspicious.
Zhen Xue's beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and her heart suddenly became filled with a layer of gloom.
Shui Xin put her little head against Zhen Xue's heart and said Nuoruan: "If I have a younger brother, grandma will not be cruel to my mother anymore."
When Zhen Xue heard this, her face paled slightly, her body stiffened slightly, and she felt her nose was sore. She gently hugged the little girl's shoulders and let out a faint sigh in the dark night.
She had been married to the prince for a long time but had not given birth to a boy, but this was not her fault. Why should her mother-in-law blame her?
The little Lolita Shuixin fell into a sweet sleep with heavy eyelids as she talked. Only Zhen Xue frowned slightly, looking at the misty moonlight coming from the window in a daze, with many thoughts on her mind, and she had no sleep in the summer night.
