After Xu Zixin left, the female family members came to the open hall. If they were not close friends with private tutors, the women in the family would not come out to meet the guests. Zhang Ning had something to do now, so he sat in the hall by the lake and thought about Xu Zixin.
Brought a bunch of drawings.
Tuesday's mother was holding a soft ruler behind her back to measure his shoulders and waist. After a while, she asked him to stand up and use tools to make gestures, as if she wanted to make him some normal clothes before the Chinese New Year. Zhang Ning was naturally not short of food and clothing at this time.
, but the clothes made by the lady herself seem to have some special meaning.
There is a gentle breeze blowing over the lake, and there is a very light fishy smell in the air. It is close to the end of the year. Fishermen must have fished out the fish from the lake. The newly added charcoal in the clay stove next to it raised a faint blue flame, and in the bright light
It's like being transparent. The green tiles on the roof, the white ash on the walls, and the stone-processed floors have iron-processed patterns. From the beams, thresholds to pillars, tables and chairs, they are all unpainted wood... There is no paint color.
, there is no elaborate craftsmanship, everything in this place seems to restore the true nature of natural materials.
Such an environment makes Zhang Ning very comfortable.
At this time, Zhang Xiaomei brewed two cups of hot tea and brought them up. Mother Zhou didn't say anything. She used to think it was not good to ask her to serve tea and water, but later she found out that she was very diligent and couldn't sit still, so she got used to it.
Zhang Ning moved his eyes away from the drawings. When he raised his head to say thank you, he saw Zhang Xiaomei looking at him with a special look. This made Zhang Ning a little nervous, because his mother was sitting next to him working on Tuesday. But he couldn't care less about his nervousness.
I am almost attracted by the beautiful feeling of the little girl. Her hair is thick and soft, her eyebrows are not trimmed, but her eyes are big and bright, and her nose and mouth are well-shaped, which fits her oval face just right; her innocent face is not
It looks thin, but reveals health and vitality. The girl's innocence is very consistent with the environment in front of her, and there is no trace of nature.
After a while, Tuesday's mother felt it was too cold outside and went inside. Chunmei from the Ministry of Internal Affairs happened to walk in from the side door. As soon as Zhang Ning saw her, he knew what was going on and said casually: "You came at a good time."
Chunmei bowed with an ambiguous smile and whispered: "Your affairs are all ready."
This girl didn't seem to be good at pretending, and her expression made Zhang Ning very embarrassed. It's no wonder that she arranged the last tryst with Dong, and asked her to take care of the matter with Zhang Xiaomei this time. Zhang Ning thought to herself that this girl was thinking
You must think that I am a promiscuous person, right? But after thinking about it, Chunmei is the most suitable person. Since Yao Ji knows about this matter, letting Yao Ji's confidants handle it can compress the secret in the smallest circle; Zhang Ning once
I thought about entrusting Xin Wei to him, but Xin Wei had stayed with me many times. Once a woman gets involved, she can't keep it simple, and Chunmei would be better off doing this kind of thing.
Zhang Ning calmly lowered his voice and said: "You will take Miss Zhang back to the palace soon. The princess will not know where she has gone."
Chunmei said: "I understand."
Tuesday's mother had no foundation in the Chu palace, so of course she had no way of knowing about the affairs of the chamberlain. Zhang Ning thought about it and felt that this matter should be undetectable. Thinking of her virtuousness, Zhang Ning occasionally felt that he was a little bit right.
No, but this was in the Ming Dynasty. If the matter with Zhang Xiaomei hadn't come to light, he could have done it openly and there would be nothing wrong with it.
There was a sound of talking in the room, but Zhang Ning didn't ask anything. Then he saw Zhou Zui's mother escorting her little sister out. The two of them laughed and whispered for a while like sisters. Zhang Ning just thought of watching a show. Before leaving, he suddenly thought of Xu Zixin.
After receiving the jar of good wine, he said: "Chunmei, come and pick up my little sister, and bring the jar of wine under the table with you."
After Tuesday's mother came out, she asked: "If you don't say anything else, why did you mention that jar of wine? Where do you want Chunmei to send it?"
Women are attentive and would care about such trivial matters. Zhang Ning had no choice but to blurt out: "We don't usually entertain guests here, so we just want to keep it quiet and send it back to the palace for use."
In the evening, Zhang Ning lied again, saying that he was going to meet someone to discuss official matters. The time was wrong, and Tuesday's mother asked her the same question, so he had to use the military plane as an excuse to explain. People from the other courtyard escorted him halfway, and met a nearby man by the lake.
The captain of the guard Li Zhen, so Zhang Ning sent the guards from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and asked Li Zhen and others to follow him and continue moving forward. The prearranged place was also on the bank of Shahu Lake, which was a courtyard in the bamboo forest that used to belong to the King of Chu.
Private property, responsible for making musical instruments from reed pipes and other tribute items, was later abandoned. Once Yu Qian was appointed governor of Jiangxi, Zhang Ning held a banquet on the lake to see him off. When he came back, he noticed this place and ordered people to tidy it up.
Leading the horse into the path among the bamboo forests, there was a flapping sound of wings, and a group of sparrows flew into the forest. It was indeed a deserted place, and it was probably like this when there were only a few people around, right? Zhang Ning ordered the guards to stop and pull the horse away.
He handed the reins to Li Zhen and walked to the courtyard alone.
Walking up to the wooden pavilion, he followed the sound of voices to the door of a room. He saw Zhang Xiaomei sitting in front of a dressing table in a bright red robe. Chunmei behind her had her head buried in combing her hair.
The little girl held a piece of scarlet rouge paper and pressed it to her lips. They turned their heads and saw Zhang Ning, and the little girl said angrily: "Oh, they haven't finished it yet, don't come and see!"
Zhang Ning smiled, and for some reason he thought of Su Shi's sentence: "At night, I have a deep dream and suddenly I return to my hometown. I am dressing up outside the small window."
This is an alternative wedding. There are no guests, no music, not much etiquette, and it is even illegal. Morality above the law does not recognize such a thing. Zhang Ning also felt as if he was in a dream, as if there was no
I'm ready and I feel like I've been looking forward to this day.
The green tiles and white walls, the dark green and cold bamboo forest, the bright red clothes and red candles look abrupt.
After getting ready, Zhang Xiaomei put a red scarf on her head, and Zhang Ning led her to the hall, where she knelt down and worshiped in front of the divine cage. Chunmei, on the other hand, stood at the door with her arms folded in front of her chest, watching their absurdity with interest.
thing.
After three bows, Zhang Xiaomei said softly to the statue: "God, I am willing to stay by my brother's side for the rest of my life. If I can't keep my promise, please let God let me die..."
Zhang Ning's heart surged when she heard this. She would never say such a thing normally, but the oath has always existed, starting from the oath in the Book of Songs. The mountains are endless and the rivers are dry, so I dare to break up with you.
He was also uncontrollably enveloped in a kind of addiction and obsession that went all the way to blackness, and said: "There is a lesson from heaven and earth. Zhu Wenbiao has a sincere heart and treats his little sister sincerely. From now on, he will not dare to do anything wrong."
I will waver. I will regard her as the most important person, far more than my own life. If she violates the oath, she will be punished by heaven and earth." After that, he clasped his fists and knelt upward.
When Zhang Ning stood up and helped the little girl up, Chunmei on the side put her hands on her hands and said with a smile: "It's so touching. After the ceremony, let's send the bride and groom into the bridal chamber."
In the so-called bridal chamber, there was a word "happy" on the wall, and a table of wine and food was already placed inside. Since the ceremony was too brief and there were no guests to greet, it was not dark yet and there was still the afterglow of the setting sun on the windows.
Zhang Ning helped her sit down on the chair: "Let me take off the hijab on your head, otherwise you won't be able to eat."
The little girl sat there without saying a word. Zhang Ning gently lifted her headscarf with both hands, and saw her looking down with her head lowered, her face flushed, and her eyelashes showing infinite shyness.
Zhang Ning went to get the jug to pour the wine, but the little sister was always rushing to do it. Their hands touched lightly, and in an instant Zhang Ning felt the trembling of her fingertips and his own heart. Many emotions were intertwined in his heart, and there was sin.
He also had the pleasure of disregarding the rules of the world, and was confused as to whether this was right or not, but none of these could shake his already firm decision.
The two of them were speechless, and the silence made the atmosphere a bit tense and awkward. Zhang Ning picked up a glass of wine and put it in her hand. When he held her hand, it felt cold, which reminded her of holding her hand for the first time in the Ming Dynasty.
Her hands were also cold, but they warmed up after holding them for a while. Zhang Ning gently reminded: "Give me a glass of wine." The little girl looked up at him sheepishly, but she still cooperated and folded her arms back. This wine is
The jar of wine Xu Zixin sent me could tell at the entrance that it was made from rice. It tasted very mellow, and reminded me of the rice in the rice fields swaying in the wind.
Just like the skin on Zhang Xiaomei's neck, it seemed like morning dewdrops were sliding down on it. It was so smooth and pure. Zhang Ning was intoxicated by such a fresh and simple feeling.
But just after finishing her meal and rinsing her mouth, Zhang Xiaomei wanted to clear the table, but Zhang Ning stopped her flatly.
He stood up, bolted the door, and checked the window. When he turned back, he saw Zhang Xiaomei had also stood up. She was standing there at a loss. Zhang Ning simply picked her up, walked to the bed and laid her flat on the bed.
"Is it cold?" he asked softly. Zhang Xiaomei shook her head: "There is charcoal in the house... but it's not dark yet."
"It will be clearer in the daytime." Zhang Ning said with a smile. After saying this, he skillfully opened her belt and then unbuttoned her skirt. The white underwear was exposed. He did not hesitate to remove the obscene clothes again.
Zhang Xiaomei covered her face with her hands and her ears turned red. But she didn't seem to be afraid at all. The long-term relationship made her have great trust in Zhang Ning. Her clothes were peeled off layer by layer, and her bare breasts finally came into view.
What a pair of beautiful breasts, the hemisphere is as soft as a jade rabbit, without any smoke or dust. Looking closer, the pink breasts have small particles, like goosebumps. Zhang Ning almost felt like it.
Putting her hand on it with a pious mood, the red bean hardened easily in her hand, making her palm itchy. Zhang Ning went to take off her skirt again, but she finally couldn't help but take her hand away, not daring to look at him.
, said: "It's very ugly there..." Zhang Ning put his mouth to her ear, looked down and saw the oily and smooth thick grass under the white belly, and whispered: "I will try it with my tongue later,
You won’t be in too much pain.” Zhang Xiaomei pursed her lips and said sheepishly, “Then you can’t just talk and make people panic.”