To Be A Virtuous Wife

The gate of the main courtyard is on the line with the gate of the palace. It also shows that the person who can live in the main courtyard must be the master of the palace. The other side rooms are scattered throughout the two-door and three-door courtyards on both sides of the Moon Gate. Other guards, such as the small guards and the servants, live outside the gate.

The palace is very strict, and it is clear where the people can move. Among the next ones, those who can enter the second door are more face-to-face than the average person. These people are called the inner courts. Even if they are a sweeping job, many people sharpen their heads and rob the errands.

It can be seen from this that in the Wangfu, the ruling of the right-hand house and the power of the backyard, in this mind, is how irrefutable.

"Wang Hao, Jiang Yan, Luo Yu Niang, Han Yu Niang arrived," Yu Yu entered the door.

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Yu Yufu blessed himself and went out without words.

In a short while, three beautiful women walked into the house, and after the three men gave a tribute to the song, the frivolous temper made the three people sit down and lazy and said: "I just let people know the private library and find out Some good materials, let you come and let you pick one, take some back and do some new clothes." Finished, looked at the raft and looked at it.

The rafts signaled the following to hold the fabric out. These fabrics are indeed some good things. Although they are not as good as the brocade, they are also expensive.

Among the three of them, Lijiang has the highest status. She looked at the pile of materials on the table and couldn’t help but get up: "Wang Hao, how does this make it, the house has given us the ingredients, how can you take your ?"

"I can't wear so many things, and it will be ugly after a long time." Qu Feng looked at these fabrics. These things were the dowry of Changde Gongfu who had been lifted for a few faces. But the ten horses are not as good as the price of a brocade. "When you wear it on your body, you can be pleasing to the eye. If you stay at the bottom of the box, isn't it a waste?"

When Jiang Yanfan heard the words, he smiled and blessed the blessings of the songs. "The slaves thanked Wang Hao for his kindness." After that, he turned and pointed at the two brocade brocade roads. "The two slaves first picked. ”

Qu 裾 裾 looked at the two brocades, smiled lightly: "The two are good, hibiscus, the two sapphire blue also give the river side 妃, the river side 妃 skin white, this treasure blue she can wear the most It tastes."

Jiang Yanwei heard only that Wang Hao made fun of it, but he did not refuse it. The other two acolytes also picked one each, and they scorned each other and chose one for each of them. At that time, the house became lively.

The three people have the heart to hold the king, and the good words are always biased and subtle, so that people do not feel that they are charming, but they can also perceive their respect.

"I thought about making a waist-waist skirt, but the color is not suitable. The brocade brocade that Wang Hao gave to the slaves was actually a thought of a slave." Han Qing’s face touched a twilight brocade with a happy color. "This color is also very suitable for purses."

"Oh, this is the best thing about her," Jiang said with a chuckle, and turned to look at the song sitting on the top of the song. "It is obvious that Wang Hao has given you a favor." ""

"The side of the river is like a slave, and the slave can see you when you pick the material. It is also full of joy," Han Qinghe said with a smile. "It’s time to make fun of the slave."

"I said that it is so busy, everyone is choosing something." Feng Zikai heard these women outside the door and asked for the scorn of the songs. When they entered the door, they saw the waiters behind them. A few brocades, and some better on the table, they went forward to give the blessings a blessing. "The slaves are late, don't you know if there are still good things left?"

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Feng Zikai casually looked at the pile of brocade. "The slave likes this, I don't know if Wang Hao cuts love."

When everyone looked at it, they found that Feng Zikai pointed at a pomegranate red satin, and suddenly his face was different. Although the garnet red was not a big red, it was also extremely bright red. Feng was just a side room that could not be worn red. Is this a challenge to the king?

The smile on the frivolous face is more gentle: "I feel that Feng is more attractive to you, but the water is more suitable for you, but since you like it, take it. I have too many red brocades and my eyes hurt." After that, on the wooden road, "Mu, put all these left to the side of the yard."

"Wang Hao assured that the slaves will be sent to the people," Mufu blessed the body and directed the people to put all the brocade on the table and put them in the yard.

Jiang Yan’s mouth was filled with laughter, and he sipped his head and sipped a good Bitan drifting snow tea. The slender fingers made a slight bend after hearing the words of Wang Hao, then put down the tea cup and tried to confuse Feng Zi’s mouth. “My sister is really An acute child, that pomegranate red, although you like it, I am not worthy of you."

Han Qinghe heard Jiang Yan’s clear and clear stance, and squinted at the eye of the river, and immediately said: “Slaves, Feng side and pomegranate are not worthy.” A side room still wants to wear red, do What daydream? When Wang Ye is the unruly monk?

Feng Zikai’s face was extremely embarrassing. Originally, Jiang Yanfeng opened her mouth. She was already unhappy. When she saw Han Qinghe’s aunt, she dared to say this. Now, he said: “You are an acolyte, here is your opening. Where are you?"

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"Shut up, what do you say nonsense?" Feng Zikai's family room is good, this is not a rare brocade, has been embarrassed by the scorn of this scorn, and now see Han Hanhe, a broken aunt, also dared to mock himself, suddenly angry Tao, "My business is what you said?"

In the wrath, Feng Zikai has forgotten that Qufu is not the original temper. Her actions have been regarded as unrespectful and not obedient.

Han Qinghe heard the words of Feng Zikai and ridiculed his origins. His heart was very angry, but his face became more and more humble. The smile became more and more gentle. "Feng side is not angry, but slaves are just telling the truth."

"You!" Feng Zi was so angry that he took a step forward and somehow stepped on the skirt, and in a scream, he fell. At the moment when she fell to the ground, she seemed to hear the crisp sound of a broken object. Before she could see what was knocked down, she heard a breath of inhalation, and then it was the silence of the room.

She struggled to hold her hand and stood up. She saw a glazed lamp falling on the ground. A small night jewel that was originally embedded on it rolled aside, and the gemstone beads hanging from the corners were scattered. As for the lamp smashed, it is not known.

"God, this is the eight treasure glass lamp that Wang Ye specially asked the craftsman to do for Wang Hao!" Han Qinghe whispered, then covered his mouth and panicked.

At this moment, even if Feng Zikai had no brains, he knew that the big things were not good. The whole body was cold, and he passed down. "Wang, the slaves are not intentional, and they ask Wang Jianming."

Everyone carefully looked at Wang Hao’s face and found that her look was stunned. It seemed that she did not respond. At one time, everyone’s hearts began to go up and down. Everyone in the house knows that Wang Hao likes this lamp very much. He is also happy with the prince. Now the lamp is broken, and I don’t know what Wang Hao will look like. Wang Hao is not happy, and Wang Ye will naturally be angry.

"Wang Hao..." Feng Zikai began to sweat in the palm of his hand. She couldn't understand how she couldn't hold her breath. How did she fall on this lamp?

"Go back," Qu Guangqi stood up and looked tired at Feng Zikai. "I knew that you were dissatisfied with me everywhere. In the past, you only had temperament but your heart was not bad. I never thought that you were holding this. Kind of mind."

Yes, how can there be such a clever thing, but nothing else hits it, but it hits the favorite thing that Wang Ye gave to Wang Hao? Nothing is nothing more than a slap in the face, a small side squatting everywhere, but it is not in the eyes of Wang Hao, this is really too arrogant, is not that Wang Hao did not punish her?

The people in the room looked at Wang Hao’s back to the inner house, and they stopped for a while. After a while, they carefully put away the eight treasures of glazed lights and found that the lamp urn had broken.

"It’s a pity that such a delicate thing," Jiang Yan sighed. "Let's go back first. Wang Hao is only in a bad mood. We don't want to make trouble with her." Finished, with two aunts gone.

Feng Zikai stood up and fainted and held his hand back to his yard. The panic in his heart was getting bigger and bigger. I don’t know how to be good. Everyone looked at her and hit her on the lamp. She There is no room for explanation.

In another yard, Jiang Yanbu heard that Feng Zikai had returned to his yard and suddenly sneered: "It is really an idiot!" If you have a brain, you should sin in the main courtyard at this time, so at least you can let Wang knows this and relieves his anger. Now she has retracted into her yard, is it not that the prince is more angry?

Han Qinghe, who was sitting opposite her, said with a smile, "She used to be the tallest in the backyard, and she has to be a little bit of a prince, and it is difficult to treat people everywhere. Even the same identity as her is not in your eyes, no brains. Not unusual."

"You are rude to her today," Jiang Yanmao looked at Han Qinghe. "Han Shizhen is so discouraged, I actually looked away."

“When the river side is smart and smart, when did you look away?” Han Qinghe smiled and got up and gave him a blessing. “The slave is just a matter of knowing the time. This is still to learn from you. You can thank you very much. It."

Jiang Yan smacked the hook and corner, not salty and not faint: "Han 妾 妾 does not have to be so polite, I just want to live well, you and I are just the friendship between Jingshui and the river, or to avoid these privilege."

Han Qinghe laughed and blessed again. "In this case, the slaves will leave."

"Do not send," Jiang Yan floreted slightly, watching Han Qinghe's figure disappear behind the door.

After a long while, Ai Green began to say: "What is the meaning of the main son, Han Shizhen?"

"She is telling my heart to Wang Hao's loyalty," Jiang Yan said with a grin. "Wait, there will be Feng's side on the road tomorrow."

"If you want to die, you must make it mad first," Jiang Yanfeng stood up. "She has been mad for too long, forgetting her identity, and being smashed by Wang Hao."

Ai Green wants to ask Ming Ming that Feng side is provocative everywhere, only to cause disaster, how could it be Wang Hao to clean up Feng side. But when the master did not speak, he closed his mouth honestly. 2k novel reading network