The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

The sandalwood that came to the obituary thought that Hou Ye didn't hear it clearly, but also said it pitifully: "The lady's hand is marked with a big mouth on her back, blood is flowing. The lady is afraid of staying, she has been crying for a while."

Mo Yuhou flipped a page of books and said faintly: "You are not going to find the doctor in the house. What is the use for me? I will not bandage."

Jiman raised his hand and let him measure his bust. He grinned and thought, Wen Yan, this is to give a strange step to Mo Yuhou, but Ning Yuxuan is going to be a blind man, and he can’t live without it.

I told her consciously that there was a good show.

Sandalwood stood for a while and walked helplessly. Most people in the house know that Hou Ye and his wife started a cold war.

This time the Cold War lasted longer than before, because Wen Hao did not take the initiative to bow, but should eat every day, drink and drink, and occasionally go out to the government, when returning is also full of joy.

Jinser stood on the side and felt that he was so embarrassed that he began to invite him to Mo Yuhou. So Jiman also fell easily, just like holding a melon to watch a play.

"The main son." Licorice entered the house with an angry look, saw the beggar next to Jiman, paused, and made a small gift: "Sister."

I nodded slightly, and I was quite dissatisfied. Although during the time when the master went out, she passed the news of the people in the house to the master. It was a great achievement, and the master also rewarded her. But these two months are the two little gimmicks waiting at the main son. When she came back, she also felt that she and the master were not so close.

This feeling comes together, and I feel very worried. I also want to talk to the master and talk more, but now there are some words that the owner would rather say to the two little girls, and she will not tell her.

"Hey, you go to the embroidered building and say that I want the clothes of this style. I don't have any money for the wrong one." Jiman put the clothes in his hand and gestured for her to go out.

He bit his teeth, looked at the licorice, and was reluctant to take the sample. He should have gone out and retreated.

Licorice re-reported: "The master, the slave and the wick, but went to the street to buy a snack, but I saw a lot of things."

"What's wrong?" Quarterman asked curiously.

"You let the wick say that the slave can't say it." The licorice will pull in the wick outside and pull it in. The brow is tight.

Jiman looks at the wick, and the latter is also angry: "There is a good meeting in Beijing. Does the master know? It was created by a high-ranking family's children a few years ago. There are ladies and gentlemen, and there are poetry hobbies. The person who enters the same good meeting is a symbol of identity. The people inside are not expensive, not looking at marriage, only on poetry."

Jiman raised his eyebrows. This kind of organization has been in the past: "What?"

"Mrs. I don't know when it was added. Today, the slaves walked down the street, and they saw a group of young ladies and wives walking along the way. They went all the way to the falling geese. The lady didn't mean to avoid the suspicion, and laughed with several sons all the way."

“Teasing?” Jiman smacked his mouth: “Maybe talking about poetry.”

"Where is, the slaves are so close, the ladies are patronizing and talking to a few men, and they have not noticed the slaves." Licorice went on to say: "The passers-by also praised her, saying that it was a good girl who added another talented woman. She had a good poem, and she was highly sought after by her son, and she took the name of the first talented woman in Beijing.

In these few days, Wen Hao did a good job. Jiman swears: "Isn't this a good thing? People in the capital are proud of this good association. There are crouching tigers and dragons in the world. You can't discriminate against married women."

"But..." The wick gnawed his teeth: "She is too shameless like that, and she doesn't care about Hou's face at all."

"Hou Ye is not in a hurry, you are impatient." Jiman waved and waved: "Go first to take some snacks and eat them. I went to Nanyuan for a trip."

"Yes." Two gimmicks should be.

This kind of thing is equivalent to the modern high society. It is glorious to go in. If you know the estimated value, you will not blame it. Maybe you can look at Wen Yu. To say that Wen Yugou has three rides and four, in terms of her usual image, Mo Yuhou will not believe.

Jiman just went to Errong gossip.

When Errong heard this, he raised an eyebrow: "I am in the same league, I am also inside, but I haven’t talked with them about poetry for a long time. The people inside are very high-eyed. How can I accept Wenyu?"

Jiman shook his head, she knows this. Errong thought about it and said: "I will go to join in the fun tomorrow, and I have been busy in the spring. It is the time for the event. Minger, I will bring you back to the specific situation."

The days are boring, and it’s not bad to have gossip. Jiman was waiting for peace of mind. As a result, the next day, Ning Errong did not come back in the afternoon, sitting in front of her and patted the table: "The cousin is really a dog's eye!"

Jiman sipped a cup of tea and coughed twice and asked, "What?"

"I don't know if I don't go. This gentleman is recommended by my brother. My brother said that Wen Hao went to ask him because he was too bored and wanted to go out and distract himself. My brother agreed. The result is that she will rely on it. Her three-pointed style attracted a large number of people to feel good about her, touting and constantly, and gave her the position of the first talented woman. I am, she wrote the poem three-year-old children!"

Jiman was slightly surprised: "I don't know, my wife still wants to be loved by Hou, and she should not do anything too outrageous."

"She probably knows that the same good will be a place where no rules are allowed. Even if she wants to tell her, she will not be able to do anything." Er Rong said with a deep sigh: "Two years ago, when Fanbang came to the DPRK, it was difficult to use poetry. It was a good talent. The other side is so sullen, and the emperor is happy to give the same plaque: only to the literary theory, not to see. The people inside are only at the party, even married women, can also be with men. Talking about poetry."

Jiman nodded, this is a good hotbed for cultivating literati. There are also a lot of women in the squatting room, like Li Qingzhao. With this good meeting, you can naturally show your talents.

However, why did Wen Wei go to the end?

Mo Yuhou apparently knew the news, but his face was still calm and calm, and he went to the courtyard of Jinser without lifting his head.

For two days, Wen Wei couldn't sit still, but she didn't look for Hou Ye, but she found Jin Sai.

Jin Se is said to have been pregnant for a month, but the doctor can not see it, but there are words of the holy shrine, two months ago, others can not find out, she is also a pregnant woman.

Jiman didn't know what happened to Wen Yu and Jin Se, but when he was dinner, he saw the Shouwu around the old lady looking at her with solemnity: "Sang master, something happened, the old lady asked everyone to go to the main house."

The clothes did not change, and Jiman wore a uniform to go to the main house. The people in the yard were all together, and Wen Yan’s expression was stiff at the feet of the old lady. Ji Man raised his eyebrows and turned his head and looked at it.

Mo Yuhou stood on one side, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his face was not too ugly, and his eyes looked at Wen Wei quietly. He asked: "What is the situation today? Have you deliberately pushed Jinse to hit the closet?"

Listen to this sentence, Ji Man will understand, come! The women who are pregnant in each house will be pregnant with abortion and frame the female main link. Generally speaking, this link will be abused, depending on the attitude of the male and female owners!

Jiman was a little excited in his heart, looking down at the gentle side.

Wen Yan looked up and looked at Hou Ye very calmly. "When Wen Wei is in Hou Ye’s eyes, is this kind of heart-warming person? The husband and wife have not believed me for so long?"

I couldn't help but turn a blind eye. Jiman silently spit two blood. Every time I read a book, I saw that the man and the woman had misunderstood. The woman is a pair. I don't want to explain it. But you have to trust my attitude. Seeing people are hot, where are you coming from? Confidence does not say that the development of things, people must believe in you? Besides, even if people believe in you, but nowadays so many people, Hou Ye will not come to a sentence, "Well, I believe in you" and then say that the woman is not guilty, right?

It’s just stupid.

The old lady’s face was not very good, and she snorted: “I’m telling you that you pushed Jinse, what do you have to say?”

Wen Hao said indignantly: "Not me, she ran into it!"

Lilac smashed down and trembled: "The slaves will not frame the lady. The slaves are out of the rose garden, but the lady did push the master of the sorcerer, and the slaves saw it outside."

Wen Yan is not very angry, tears screamed and slammed: "I can accommodate the water, why can't you let me go? Today, but find her to talk about the heart, I know her attitude is very poor, a conflict, she I’m going to hit the cabinet and hit a miscarriage. It’s really not my business.”

Jiman also feels that he is not as gentle as Wen, but if Jin Se is deliberate, why? Does she have a child who is not good, but also deliberately sheds to frame Wenyu? Wen Hao is also a mediator of the Prince, isn’t Jin Sai given to the Yu Yu Hou?

A little bit unreasonable, Jiman hammered his head.

"Do you have evidence that it is not your business? There is a certificate here," said the old lady.

Wen Yan bit her lip, she let Sandalwood go out to pour tea, where is the evidence to prove that the moth is hit by himself? The old lady’s heart is also long-term, and she will not believe her, but Hou Ye...

Wen Yan looked up and looked at Mo Yu Hou, which was pitiful and somewhat stubborn.

Her beauty is weak, and occasionally she is a little strong, and people can see a very protective desire. Men have a heroic complex, and Mo Yuhou is no exception.

Then, with a sigh, Ning Yuxuan still said: "Let the nephew go back to the Rose Garden and think about it, wait for the news from the Jinser to come out and decide."

The old lady snorted and said: "If the child is really gone, how does Xuan Er plan to fall?"

Ning Yuxun paused: "Mother thought?"

"Can't be a child, can be a mother?" The old lady looked at Wen Wei seriously: "If this child is gone, you have to take the position of the room and return it to the mulberry."

Say:

Two more 2 points... three more 8 points

Download the latest txt ebook for this book, please click:

Book mobile phone reading:

Publish book review:

In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click on the "Collection \" record below to record this time () read the record, you can see it next time you open the bookshelf! Please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you for your support! !