The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

Liu Hanyun took Mo Yuhou on the soft couch and whispered: "Mrs. said that there is a woman named Shi Niang outside the city. She has a hard time in August, but her husband has many small sisters. Bianjin rumors, saying that the child of Shi Niang is not her husband's own life, and that she is hooked up with people, the evidence is conclusive. The husband originally believed in Shi Niang, but many people said that they also suspected Shi Niang, and finally let the body The Ten Niang is soaked in a pig cage."

Speaking of a story, Liu Hanyun is still a bit embarrassed: "Women's pregnancy is very difficult. Seeing the lady's legs every day is also known to be swollen. I want to stay a bit of hard work, isn't it just the husband and wife?" Some people love to chew their tongues behind their backs. The Ten Niangniang in the story is also a woman of Duo Xianhui. It is so unclear that she was misunderstood by her husband, and she has no life with her children."

Mo Yuhou glimpsed a little, and squatted: "This is really a bit pitiful."

"Yeah, it’s been a little sad for a while." Liu Hanyun said with some uneasiness: "I want to come back now, it is better to go back and continue to be an acolyte, and the heights are not cold, and I don't want to be the next Ten Niang."

Ning Yuxuan patted her back gently, whispering: "You saved my life, that is, I owe you a lifetime, no matter what others say, I will not hurt your life."

Liu Hanyun smiled bitterly: "So, you are more fortunate than others."

"Don't think so much." Ning Yuxuan said: "You are well raised."

These women are half smashed, half say love, really when he is stupid? However, Mo Yuhou had to admit that Nie Sangqi still had some means. He almost always believed in Wen’s words, but she knew how to use Liu Hanyun’s mouth to tell the story.

As soon as the story is said, he will understand it in his heart. Isn’t it high in the heights? There are still many people staring at the Houfu scorpion in her stomach.

Ning Mingjie is writing in Ningfu, and the old butler next to him is reading the letter written by Jing Wenhou.

Since Houfu received two good news and heard the news, Jing Wenhou couldn’t sit still. He wanted him to live in the room. Even if he didn’t live in the room, the two rooms in the side room were always good. In the end, it was Houmen Shizi, and it was a court minister. There was no side room around him. There were only two rooms in the room. Compared with other sons, it was too clear-minded.

Ning Mingjie is still the left ear into the right ear, after reading a word to look at it, I always feel that I did not write the words when I entered the wine.

Is it a question of writing something? Ning Mingjie thought about it, but still had to take time to ask the old lady, and then asked Sang Yi to write two poems.

Regarding the issue of marrying a wife, he is not a concept of seeking true love and has never been embarrassed. It is only a matter of starting a career and becoming a family. Is it always a family training? Although everyone else thinks that he is now a fame, Ning Mingjie feels that he has not reached the point he wants.

When he got up and went out, he took a handkerchief that fell out of his arms. There was a small snow-capped mountain embroidered on the corner of the pai, which was exceptionally delicate.

"The son, is this slap to carry?" Luo asked carefully.

Ning Mingjie glanced at it, nodded, and broke into the arms and went out.

Today, Mo Yuhou is going to explain things to the six newcomers, but when he is going to go out, it rains outside. He stood at the door and looked at the pattering rain. It was rare that he had a life of stealing a half-day leisure and wanted to rest at home for a day.

Just turned around, the corner of the eye was seen in the rain screen, a carriage hurriedly rushed, splashing water at the door, causing pedestrians to evade.

"How come suddenly such a big rain." Changshan jumped from the carriage and propped the umbrella to open the curtain: "The son."

Ning Mingjie’s mood was not bad. Even if it was raining, he still took the umbrella of Changshan’s hand with a smile. He joked: “This is really a chicken.”

Changshan hurriedly ran down the eaves, patted the rain of the whole body, and looked up and looked at the strange jade waiting next to him.

"Hou Ye." Changshan quickly saluted.

Ning Mingjie went to the door and received an umbrella. He also smiled a little: "Isn't you going out today?"

Ning Yuxuan dagger: "I want to sneak in the house, every day is so busy, it is also weird."

"There are too many things you worry about." Ning Mingjie smiled and said: "It’s rare to be so cool today, let’s not think about anything, appreciate the rain."

Even with an umbrella, he was a lot wet, and Ning Mingjie took the handkerchief out and wiped his face and body.

The embroidered parch of the snowy mountain pattern, this place is not common. The average person embroidered the scorpion, they all like to take flowers and birds to make pictures. Jiman is embroidered and greasy. He painted the snow-capped mountains to embroider, and it is not a person in the evening cabinet. I can’t use it, so I have never used it.

However, when I saw this parchment, Ning Yuxuan was recognized. My heart was slightly moved, and my lips said: "I heard that Mingjie has not been there for several times. I don’t want to go to the old lady today, but then Is it good to write poetry and painting on this scene?"

Ning Mingjie didn't pay much attention to the eyes of Mo Yuhou. Listening to this suggestion is not bad, but it is a supplement: "Speaking of writing poetry, let the sang come, she read the poem, I wrote more than usual. Better, I don't know why."

Mo Yuhou’s eyes sank, “Well,” and he turned and took the umbrella from the porter and walked to the main courtyard.

Jiman is talking with the old lady. The round belly makes the old lady very happy, and she keeps saying: "If you can have a child and a woman, it is naturally your greatest creation."

"Which is so easy." Jiman smiled and said: "I am a little taller, and my stomach is normal. The old lady should not look forward to it. Otherwise, Mulberry would have to worry every day, for fear of failing to meet the requirements of the old lady. It is."

"Oh, this is a ghost." The old lady turned to look at Liu Hanyun: "Speaking with cleverness, let me say nothing."

Liu Hanyun was still sitting in a cautious manner, holding his stomach in his hand and smiling: "It is the lady who can live in this house."

The old lady smiled gratifiedly. When she looked up, she saw Ning Mingjie and Ning Yuxuan accompanying me to ask for peace. Now she smiled and said: "What day is today, Mingjie is here."

Jiman looked at the old lady's gaze. The two men walked in, their faces were smiling, and they asked the old lady. But I don't know why, Ning Yuxuan's smile on her face, how she thinks how to feel a little fake.

"It’s rare that you can walk together." The old lady smiled and said: "Let's have a meal together at noon, I will let the next person prepare."

Ning Mingjie should have responded. Ning Yuxuan turned her head and said to her: "It’s raining outside, and it’s just like poetry and painting. Let’s go with Mingjie, let’s write poetry and painting.”

Jiman raised his eyebrows and nodded. She is kept in the room with licorice and wick every day. It is also good for the fetus to go out for activities.

The gazebo in the garden in the yard came in handy. Jiman was almost carried by the licorice and the wick. It was raining and the road was very slippery. Both hoes were careful and terrible. When I arrived at the pavilion, I checked it all over and over again before I took a soft chair to let her sit down.

Jiman was crying and laughing, and felt warm in his heart. These two things don’t know anything, but they are better than anyone else.

The place of the pavilion is not big, only the licorice is left to help the ink, and the rest of the people have returned to their respective places. Jiman watched the rain fall from the gazebo, took a deep breath, and was in a good mood.

Mo Yuhou put on the table and began to paint. Ning Mingjie took the brush, but looked at her and said: "Please give me two more poems."

Jiman is a little embarrassed, it is all others, she is a bright plagiarism, immoral, immoral.

"I still remember a poem written by someone else, but it is not long but very artistic." Jiman smiled and said: "I still read it, the young master wrote it."

"Good." Ning Mingjie nodded with a smile.

Mo Yuhou's back was a little stiff, tightening his lips, but he didn't make a sound.

"Spring sleep does not know, everywhere smells ostriches. Night winds and rains, flowers know how much." Jiman used the pupils to shake the head and read the poem, Ning Mingjie followed the pen, one stroke, all Elegant spring.

"It’s really a good thing." He looked at the falling flowers in the garden soil and sighed: "One night, the wind and rain, the flowers know how much."

Jiman took a look at Ning Yuxuan, and felt that there was something wrong with him. This person has always had a strong desire for possession. She and the young master of the poetry are so poetic, and in front of him, how is it inappropriate. However, he did not say a word, Ning Mingjie's mind is purely emotional, and he did not realize it at all.

After the poem was written, the painting of the stranger Yu Hou was painted half. The rain has gradually stopped.

Ning Mingjie looked at the sky and smiled: "There must be a bright sun tomorrow, and you have to give a poem. This is really a pleasant mood."

The licorice red face put down the graphite, whispered: "The words of the young master are really beautiful."

“Is it?” Ning Mingjie smiled slightly, dried the words he had just written, and handed it to Gancao: “That will send you.”

The whole face of licorice was red, and the hand took a trembling response to the rice paper he had handed. He was so excited that he said: "More... Thank you, the young master, the slave will definitely pick it up."

Ning Mingjie laughed.

Ji Man got up and wanted to see what was painted by Mo Yuhou. He kept silent, and looked at her from time to time, but it was a look of "I am very unhappy". Jiman didn't know where to provoke him, but after seeing that he had a good expression, he wanted to discuss it.

Unexpectedly, this smashed the painted things directly into a group, not very satisfied with the truth: "No painting, this is invalid."

"What is Hou Ye's painting?" Jiman asked curiously.

"A flower." Ning Yuxuan put the paper into the sleeves and stood up and said: "The flowers hit by the rain are too ugly, it is really difficult to draw."

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