After the matter of forcing a marriage was solved, life in the small courtyard temporarily returned to peace.
Every day, Lu Heng still went out for a stroll. Every time he came back, he looked like he had gained a lot. His expression was as if it was his first time in Jiangning City.
In fact, after Lu Heng woke up, the impression of Jiangning City was very vague in his mind. It was probably because of the amnesia symptoms caused by his rebirth. Or maybe it was because the previous owner of the body stayed at home every day and occasionally went out and was not interested in this worldly human relationship.
for the sake of.
Therefore, the impression of Jiangning City in my mind is not so clear.
After leaving Zhangji Buzhuang, her sister-in-law Liu Qingqing never went out to look for a job. Instead, she started working as a female hostess at home. She said that after she had accumulated enough money, she went out to exchange for some money.
Lu Heng did not agree or object to his sister-in-law's thoughts. He came from an era when women were highly erotic, so naturally he would not strictly prohibit his wife from appearing in public like people of this era. In fact, he also knew that if his sister-in-law did not do these things
Things, that would probably be boring.
Sitting at home every day, watching spring go and autumn come, flowers fall and flowers bloom. Even people who are mentally healthy will become Lin Daiyu after some time.
Every night, looking at the woman's shadow reflected on the window lattice of the west wing, she was actually quite happy. Just hearing the occasional laughter like silver bells coming from the west wing made Lu Heng very happy.
Surprised.
Are you so happy doing embroidery and bird embroidery every day?
Lu Heng would never know that Liu Qingqing's laughter when she seemed to be concentrating on embroidery actually reminded her of her sister-in-law's embarrassment when she rolled out of the house like a meat ball. It was really funny!
Ever since my sister-in-law married into the Liu family, she has been acting like she is second best in the world except for the queen. Almost no one dares to mess with her in the Liu family.
My sister-in-law's natal family is also a powerful person. It is said that my ancestor once served as the prefect of Guangdong and Guangxi. In the eyes of businessmen, such a status is indeed very high. Therefore, fearing the power of my sister-in-law's family, the Liu family had no choice but to swallow their anger.
, the attack is not allowed.
Unexpectedly, the arrogant sister-in-law was so frightened by her uncle that she rolled over.
The strange thing is that the uncle didn't do anything. He just looked at her and said "get out". The sister-in-law obediently got out.
So happy!
Liu Qingqing was distracted while embroidering flowers and birds. Inadvertently, she pricked her finger with a needle, and a bright red blood droplet suddenly appeared on her slender white finger. Liu Qingqing wrinkled her body slightly and gently took her finger into her mouth.
In the cherry lips, sucking.
"However, the look in his eyes that day was really scary!" Liu Qingqing thought to herself as she stopped holding the girl in her hand, turned her head and looked out the window at her uncle who was boringly building a snowman in the yard.
At the end of the year, time seems to fly by very quickly. Unknowingly, three days have passed. People along the Qinhuai River have hung up lanterns full of New Year flavor, and the sound of festive firecrackers has become more intensive.
Today is New Year's Eve, which is also the traditional New Year's Eve.
Early this morning, Lu Heng got up early. After exercising for a while, he relaxed his meridians and activated his meridians, he went out with a broom and swept away the debris and snow in the yard.
When the sun rose and the temperature dropped slightly, Lu Heng returned to the house, washed his hands, and prepared to cut red paper and write some Spring Festival couplets.
At this time, Liu Qingqing also got up. She walked in the door carrying a bowl of steaming wontons. She saw Lu Heng playing with a piece of red paper, measuring the distance, and seemed to want to cut it.
"Uncle, do you want to cut this red paper?" Liu Qingqing put the wontons on the table, walked over and asked softly.
Lu Heng turned his head and smiled at his sister-in-law: "Well, I want to cut it out and write some couplets!"
"Uncle, let's eat first. Let me take care of these things!" Liu Qingqing smiled sweetly, rolled up her sleeves, exposed her white and tender wrists that deceived Shuang Saixue, and took the red paper.
In the room, the stove was burning brightly and the temperature was warm. The faint fragrance of the woman's body reached Lu Heng's sense of smell. He saw the woman lying on the kang, revealing her graceful and charming curves. Lu Heng's face felt a little warm.
. He coughed hastily and turned his attention to the wontons on the table.
It was early in the morning, when the temper was high. Seeing this beautiful spring scene, Lu Heng unknowingly became a little out of control. Well, to be precise, it was a little out of control down there.
Lu Heng hurriedly sat down, lifted up the front hem and hung it on that part, then crossed Erlang's legs, diverted his attention, and began to taste the fragrant and hot wontons.
The rising sunlight shone in through the cracks in the window lattice, leaving patches of light and shadow on the kang. The woman bit her lip gently, with a charming pink color on her pretty face, and a mixture of joy and anger in the corners of her eyes.
It is said that women have a very good sixth sense. Liu Qingqing could naturally feel the look in her uncle's eyes just now. Moreover, she seemed to have seen the part that she shouldn't have seen.
It’s really, really embarrassing!
How could uncle do this!
Liu Qingqing felt angry and ashamed. While distracted, she accidentally trampled the red paper into a square.
"Yeah!" When she saw the messy red paper she had cut, Liu Qingqing suddenly stopped her hand, licked her lips, and exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Lu Heng, who was sitting by the stove, sipping soup, saw his sister-in-law suddenly screamed and thought he had accidentally hurt himself. He quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks, walked over and asked with a frown: "What's the matter?
Yes, did you hurt yourself?"
With an embarrassed look on her face, Liu Qingqing pointed to the messy pieces of paper in front of her and said sheepishly: "No, no. Just, look, can these papers be used to write couplets?"
"Hey, I thought you hurt yourself! Of course you can..." Lu Heng said with a soft smile, but when he cast his eyes on the pieces of paper on the kang, the corners of his mouth still twitched involuntarily.
Next: "Although this is a bit more difficult, it can still be used!"
On the kang, there are pieces of paper of various shapes. There are round, square, long, and irregular shapes. Huh? Why are there a pair of ducks?
However, seeing the embarrassment on his sister-in-law's face, Lu Heng still suppressed a smile and did not make fun of her again. He just touched his chin and nodded: "It works, it still works!"
So, he went to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and spread it out. Liu Qingqing helped grind it aside, and Lu Heng took the brush and started writing various small couplets.
On those long strips of red paper, there are written words such as "the animals are prosperous, the purple energy is soaring into the sky, the world is full of blessings, and the doors are filled with joy". Then on those squares, the characters "Fu" are written one by one.
After doing all this, Lu Heng put down his brush and nodded with satisfaction as he looked at these little couplets. Then he told Liu Qingqing where these things could be posted, and the embarrassment on Liu Qingqing's face softened a little.
Then he cut it again, and after Lu Heng finished writing the five couplets, Liu Qingqing also prepared the paste for pasting.
The uncle and sister-in-law took the couplet paste and went out one after the other.
The scholar stood in front of the door and posted the poster. Occasionally he turned around and asked, "Is it right?" The woman smiled brightly and pointed at the couplet and chuckled. Then the scholar moved the couplet hurriedly.
On the morning of New Year's Eve in the third year of Qingyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was like a pot of fragrant tea on the stove in winter, and the fragrance filled the air.