The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

When Jiman heard the news of the snow in the Cedars, he jumped in his heart and quickly got up and went outside.

The wick walked beside her, and there was some uneasiness: "I wanted to make a mess, but I know that the Cedar Court is so easy to catch fire, and I don't know how licorice is."

"She has always been clever, there will be nothing." Jiman whispered to comfort the wick, and sprinted all the way.

Thousands of Pity Snow outside the Cedar Court, surrounded by a group of crickets, still shed tears. Seeing her coming, she snorted: "Mrs."

Jiman nodded and looked around, not seeing the shadow of licorice. Looking up at the burning yard, it is already a big fire. The ancients only had to pour a bucket of water to the fire, and it didn’t do much. Looking at this situation, it is estimated that only the entire house will be burned out.

"Pity snow, have you seen the licorice?" Jiman asked.

Thousands of tears in the eyes of the snow suddenly became more, coughing twice, choked and said: "There was no glimpse of licorice, she just said back to my room to get things, and people disappeared in a blink of an eye."

Missed? Jiman groaned and walked two steps to the Cedars. He looked at the slaves who went in and out of the fire. The faces were strange.

No licorice.

The wick stood behind her, and her mouth trembled a little. Shiman smiled and said: "The Kyrgyz people have their own natural world, and the licorice will not be a problem. Maybe it is going to somewhere else. You can look for the wick." ”

"Yes..." The wick twisted and walked away, but it was a bit stunned.

The fire swallowed up the entire main house, the beams collapsed, and everything turned into ashes. Fortunately, there are many people who have saved the fire, and they only burned the main house. After the fire was completely eliminated, the money steward took the people to clean up the things in the ruins. Some gold and silver jewels are not burnt out, they can be taken out, and the rest of the things are nothing left.

When the money steward opened the door of burning charcoal, he saw a coke corpse lying quietly.

The sky suddenly became a lot gloomy. When the wick was not able to find the licorice, the money steward had ordered the man to lift the coke.

Jiman retired two steps and smiled: "So scary things, what does the money steward mean to me?"

The money housekeeper vowed: "Mrs., I have already checked the cockroaches in the house. It seems to be licorice."

The wick did not stand firm, fell to the ground and widened his eyes in horror.

Jiman’s hand tightened and slowly slammed down: “There is no evidence, how can I say she is...”

A black lacquered body with a red coral bead that has not been burned. Ji Man remembers that it was the most precious thing of licorice. It was sent by Ning Mingjie. He said that he would wait another two months and then greet her.

Jiman was silent.

Thousands of Pity Snow held the parchment behind her and choked: "I am sorry for the lady, I am sorry for the licorice. There is something in the house. I used to let the light bamboo go. I didn't expect the licorice to go advanced." But never came out again..."

The wick, regardless of the eyes of others, cried in tears, cried, and slammed the head toward the body, and the blood was thrown on the forehead.

If it weren't for her idea, licorice would not die! The wick gulped with a big mouth and cried, and the whole face was tears.

Crying made the surrounding atmosphere suddenly heavy. Jiman looked at him for a long time and slowly stood up and said to the money steward: "I have buried it, I owe her, her family, and me. appease."

The money steward should have said that there was a slave who came up and carried the body away.

There was a thunder in the sky. It was half an afternoon, but I didn’t know how it was all around. The lightning creaked and the downpour came. The surrounding shackles supported Qian Qianxue to evade, and Jiman and the wick stood still.

"Madam, thunder, such a big rain, I am going to avoid it." Qian Shixue stopped and shouted at her.

Jiman smiled at her over the side: "I haven’t done anything wrong, afraid of playing or not?"

Thousands of pity and snow, shaking away from the eyes of Jiman, I do not know why I had a chill.

Light bamboo pulled her, and she hurriedly turned and followed their strength.

Jiman was soaked and stood still. In the distance, lightning and thunder, a roar of sound like a piece of iron on her heart.

She couldn't cry, and her heart was so uncomfortable. She couldn't cry like a wick. She only felt so sad and couldn't breathe.

The rain is coming too late. If it comes a little early, will licorice not die?

No one could persuade her, and Zeman stood in the shower for a fine day, and the sunset was beautiful, reflected on the face of the person, and it looked less pale.

Ning Yuxuan walked slowly and took her hand to the non-night court.

Jiman is like a wandering soul. Without much effort, he will follow him.

"Tomorrow I will find you more intimate." Ning Yuxuan licked his lips: "You are now ugly enough, don't look at this expression."

Jiman does not speak.

Mo Yuhou took her back and ordered her to prepare a hot bath for her. Looking at her dull eyes, she still wanted to say something, but she licked her lips and turned away.

Shiman is ill, can't eat anything, and has no spirit. Dr. Li has seen it for two times. He said that it is a heart disease. No prescription can be opened.

After the wick was crying enough, she also advised her in front of her: "You should not be too upset with the Lord. If the licorice is still there, I don't want to see you like this."

Jiman shook his head and chuckled: "I also want to be good, I have never tossed my own habits, but the wick, I can't eat."

The wick snorted and snorted and turned away.

Ning Mingjie came to the Mo Yuhou House and took the body of the licorice. Jiman stumbled to see him buried.

Licorice has not passed the door, and has not done anything. Ning Mingjie, as a husband, took the body into the sinking wood, set up a monument, and wrote Ning Liu's licorice.

She has two sisters at home, a pair of parents. Timman gave them enough money to keep them from worrying about eating and drinking for the rest of their lives. Just watching her parents happily kneel down to give her a gratitude, Jiman did not know why, the heart could not tell the uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." She stood in the place not far behind Ning Mingjie and said softly.

Ning Mingjie slightly turned his head and had some green eyes on his chin. He smiled and said: "Probably I have no blessings. I finally met a woman who loves me deeply, but the yin and yang are separated."

Jiman’s eyes are red.

The wind on the mountain was a little big, and Ning Mingjie’s robes were blown up, and the back looks very lonely.

The disease of Jiman is a month, almost relying on the drug, did not eat anything. People quickly lose weight, although not as thin as the bone shelf, but also slim and symmetrical, where everything is just right, more than one point, less one less.

This is the last gift that licorice sent her. Jiman smiles and is much more useful than weight loss.

Only her stomach is almost broken.

There is some premature birth according to the date, but probably Dr. Li looked after, her child was very relaxed, a boy.

There is some joy in the house. In the end, it is the first child, or the eldest son. Although the old lady does not like to squat, but she can have a grandson in her illness, she is also happy.

Jiman took the opportunity to mention the old lady and helped him to do it.

Liu Hanyun’s children are also born soon, and recently many doctors look after them. When Jiman used to look at it, Liu Hanyun was fatter. The whole person seemed to be blessed. Looking at her, some of them felt distressed: "The lady seems to have suffered many hardships and her eyes have changed."

Jiman smiled at her: "There is no big hardship, it's all small things. Little things, I will handle it myself."

It will be a little bit, all handled well.

Since the last burning of the Cedar Court, Qian Shixue lived in the side hall. Mo Yuhou dialed the money and made people rebuild the Cedar Court. Qian Shixue said that if a relative would do this repair, he would give him the work.

Jiman was very generous, and the man said what the price was, and Jiman did not ask him to give him the money. It was a man in his early thirties. His face was a little greasy. The appearance of the monkey monkey was not honest. Seeing that Ziman is so good at talking, I think that the woman in the house is not sensible, and she can make a big pen, so many materials are expensive.

In the end, this Cedar House, repairing a main house, spent three thousand and two silver.

Jiman sent the account book to Mo Yuhou, and calmly said: "Because it is the person recommended by Pity Snow, there is nothing to say about it. But this account, Hou Ye still look at it."

Ning Yuxuan took the chin and looked at the person in front of him for a while before he opened his account and looked at his eyes. His face changed and his hands were closed.

"I don't understand why Hou Ye and the old lady are so partial to the snow." Jiman smiled: "But from the point of view of the whole body, she seems to be more slick than the body, and, it does not look so sick. ”

Ning Yuxuan paused, but helplessly said: "Pity Snow has always been loyal to me, plus her body, so I do not want her to be involved in any battle."

Volume? It might be her to mix the water. Ji Man sneered, looking at Mo Yu Hou: "If you are interested in Hou Ye, let's play a half-way game, how do you feel?"

"What is the interception?" Ning Yuxuan raised his eyebrows.

Jiman smiled and said: "There is nothing to do with Hou Hou today. It is better for us to do something bad, grab something, or be a gentleman."

Ning Yuxuan came to the interest: "Where are you going?"

The grandson of the old man at the back door jumped to the non-night club. Jiman took Ning Yuxuan and left. The two men were kneeling in the grass of the road that must pass through the bamboo. Mo Yuhou heard the woman next to him: "Hou Ye, wait for you to go out from here, and knock on the back."

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