Chapter 30 Xiangge

Thinking about the warmth in his heart, he walked casually and gradually came to the front of the Yanbo Building.

The white wall gray tile is bathed in half of the afterglow, and a dog dog dog dog dog grows under the shady wall. The thin rhizomes and branches are full of green and white flowers. Obviously, they are so delicate, but they are extremely prosperous.

He stood downstairs for a while and looked up. There was no lamp in the building. The west window was open, and the faint sound of a girl's reading came out, thinking of "the dependence of the morning glory and the solitude of the morning cow". When he came to his senses, he remembered that he should have gone to the Bi wash table. Why did he arrive here unconsciously?

He walked slowly towards the north building along the lakeside corridor, with a little staggering feet, his fingertips were slightly cold, and he put out half a fist in his wide sleeves.

He has never been good at comforting women. He knows that although he is guilty, he has no sense of cutting muscles. People's feelings are the most abundant. If you love someone deeply, you may love them so much that you don't want them. Without the support of love, you are also stingy and hopeless. Recently, it has become more and more difficult in the face of Zhixian, and I can't say why. It's like fear, or boredom, and more and more lazy.

Bu Nuan sat in front of the case and practiced writing. The wolf was full of ink and was about to write. Outside the door, Xiang Nong held a pear paint plate to deliver mung bean porridge. He said, "I just saw the sixth son. He thought he was going to come in, but he didn't want to stand for a while and leave. What a polite gentleman. It's probably getting dark, and it's not easy to stay in the boudoir!"

The cloth warmed his hands, and a drop of ink fell on the poplar flower pad. The ink spread, and gradually fainted out shallow water stains around the black spots.

"Have you gone back to Zhuzhi Hall?" She got up and looked down. There was no one downstairs, and there was no trace of searching along the pavilion corridor. She was discouraged.

Xiangnon arranged the dishes and said casually, "Look, I went to Miss Zhixian. Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the young couple will always get together."

Looking over, I saw a long figure walking slowly in the depths of the lotus flower. When I got to the door in the east corner, my robe swirled and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

She was inexplicably depressed and sat back on the mat un joy. Shanon took a silver spoon and handed it to her. She didn't eat it, but just stirred in circles in the porridge.

"What is this?" The jade stove that packed up the clothes behind the screen came out, holding a red cloth bag in his hand, and opened it without the consent of Bu Nuan. He looked at the orchid fingers and pinched them. They were two silver scoops, which were not valuable, and the fancy was also old-fashioned. He said strangely, "This is the style on the small burden. Is it for us?"

Bu Nuan grabbed it with a calm face and grabbed it, "What are you taking! This is not easy for you. If you like it, you can share it with the palace clothes in the bag.

The jade stove spit out her tongue and looked at Xiangnon. She used to be used to it casually. I don't know what happened to her today. She was so angry that she took gunpowder. Two cheap hairpins became treasures and were held in their hands over and over again, and they were willing to put aside priceless things in the bag. Is it given by General Blue? Probably so! Who gave the things in the bag? Six sons?

The jade stove muttered, "We are slaves, but we dare not ask for such valuable objects. Isn't it just a silverpin? If you don't give it, I won't give it to you. What a face!"

Bu Nuan became more and more angry and straightened up and said, "You have been in the market for a long time. Who are you talking to? Isn't the goose fresh there? The food can't stop your mouth!"

Seeing that she was really about to get angry, Xiangong hurried to pull the jade stove and pounded her on the back, "Are you hooked in your mind? What's crazy again!" Miss usually spoils you, but spoils you so much that you are no good or low. If Xiu knows, I won't peel your skin!"

The jade furnace was afraid. Qi Ai Ai said, "I'll just say it like this..." He came to Bu Nuan and said, "I know what kind of person I am best. Don't be annoyed with me. If you don't understand my hatred, hit me twice and I'll take the ruler."

Bu Nuan's anger did not come from here. After thinking about it, he felt unreasonable. Their master and servant have always been close, and the words just now are just like sisters quarreling, which is not worth mentioning. What puzzled her was that she was so angry that she was caught off guard and couldn't explain the reason. In short, she was extremely unlucky that she even had the impulse to cry.

"That's all." She waved her hand and said, "Go out and ask me to stay alone for a while."

The straight door was pulled, and she simply lay down. She fiddled with the two hairpins in her hand, and the patterns of the silver wire twisted thighs were intertwined. She looked at them quietly and suddenly felt dizzy. The edges and corners of the bamboo mat made her back hurt. She sat up dejectedly and couldn't help looking at the window again.

The sun has only a wisp of light, sprinkled a thick red on the west wall of the blue washing table. The gate of the courtyard wall is clear, and the left and right pillars stand towering, like the sharp tusks of a beast.

The wick became a flower, the candlelight beats one light, and the room also turned bright and dark. The maid took the copper needle and quietly retreated out of the door. The closing drums rang, and the endless sound of drums surrounded the sky over Chang'an City.

Zhixian stood in front of the case, took a black bun, inserted and shook it diagonally, with long tassels on his shoulder, which was not very luxurious, and sad and haggard.

"Rong and his brother are here?" She smiled and let her sit down. She took the fragrant tea sent by her maid and held it in front of him in person. "I came back so early today. Have you eaten? I'll send someone to prepare. Can you have dinner with me?

He wanted to refuse, but when he saw her humble eyes, he couldn't harden his heart and just nod his head. After a long time, he said, "I heard from my mother that you are unhappy. What's wrong? Do you have anything on your mind?"

There used to be, but now he came to see her, and all his grievances and dissatisfaction dissipated in an moment. She twisted the five-color thread on the hundred-sori Zong with silver scissors, carefully peeled off the leaves and put the horns in the lotus leaf plate, removed the chopsticks and handed them to him. She smiled and said, "No, what can I do? It's my aunt who is more careful. Are you hungry? This rice cake is not made of glutinous rice. You can use some cushions first.

He reluctantly took a bite and put it down, wondering if his mother deliberately said this in order to let him explore leisure. If so, he was a little disgusted.

"I just went to Wodan Garden. My mother told me about the ceremony. It's late today. I'll go to your house another day." As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the short shadow under the shadow of the lamp coming and stared at the round pug dog raised by Zhixian.

The dog ran and gasped, stopped at his feet and squatted down, his big eyes were burning, looking up at him, and his face was full of folds, reminding him of the boss's wife who mistakenly regarded him and Bu Nuan as husband and wife today.

He has always disliked cats and dogs. He would probably drive him away, but today he has a leisure. One person and one dog look at each other, which is very affectionate. After staring for a long time, the dog began to shake his head and suddenly sneezed and made a horse-like sniffing sound. He was stunned and sneered.

Zhixian was ordering the dishes with the servant. Hearing the laughter, he turned back and asked, "Okay, what are you laughing at?"

Rong and his hand patted the dog's head, "It's a little interesting. The pretty slave is getting fatter and fatter."

Zhixian also smiled, and she was happy. His officialdom rotated last week, and he always smiled in front of people, but the smile was covered like a mask and was worn by others. Socializing is extremely annoying, and now he smiles happily at the dog.

She walked over and hooked her toes. "If you eat and sleep all day, you will naturally get fat. Look at it, it's the most crazy dog temper, sticking to the plaster that can't be torn off. Give it a good face, and I don't know what to do next time I see you!"

Rong and Tzu teased the pretty slave and said with a smile, "Let's make it happy. Dogs also learn to be coping. It's funny."

He sat in a circle chair, leaning slightly, and his arms stretched out, revealing a long ray of life tied to his wrist.

Zhixian and his two aunts are cousins. Although they are not often together before the marriage, they have known each other since childhood. She knew his habit that she never liked to dress up those things, and now there are five-color silk hidden under her sleeves, which surprised her.

The servants in the kitchen came in. In pairs, they carried the pole. In the fold of the pole, they deliberately left two high/convex pimples, and the lift of the big red food box was just stuck in the middle, so that they were not sprinkled with wine and vegetables, and they were carried flat and stable.

Rong and Xijing, where he is, everyone has to walk lightly. Seven or eight women who served the meal were turned a deaf ear and withdrew from the room, and there were only two of them left in the huge hall.

Zhixian brought the jug to toast. He raised the mouth of the pot and smiled, "I've drunk enough today. Let's take a rest when I get home. I'm still heartburned now!" I'll calm down another day and let's have three more drinks.

Zhixian listened and gave up. He turned to scoop white fruit porridge for him and said, "It's the hardest to socialize outside. You'd better pay more attention to it. If you can't drink it, don't drink it. After all, your body is important. I heard from my aunt about the festival you just mentioned. The old lady always feels uncomfortable, but I have nothing to do. Leaving aside the marriage contract, we are still relatives of our mother's family, and our parents are not unreasonable people. How can we blame you?

Rong Yu said, "When we look at the days, we will go back together. I'm afraid that your aunt will not be willing to leave you. If you want to stay at home, I will send someone to pick you up. You don't tell me, and you know that because your mother loves to be lively, you are homesick and embarrassed to mention it. At present, if you are willing to stay in Ye's house for a while, take advantage of the wedding date, and do more filial piety in front of the two adults!" He muttered, with a considerate posture. She picked up the shredded bamboo shoots and tasted it, and also put chopsticks on her plate. "This is better marinated than what you ate at my mother's place last time. Try it."

Zhixian hasn't changed his words. He told her that the old lady was a mother, as if she had treated her as a person in the room. She is a little shy. She talks so stingly, which really smells like a couple's whisper. The girl's family is soft-hearted. How to blame him before has forgotten everything now. Thinking about it, he excused himself again. He easily became the town and military governor of Gyeonggi Province. How could he be compared with other people's unclass sesame officials? Maybe she is vanity, and she also expects her husband to be a marquis, but there must be a loss. Since she wants to gain merit, it is inevitable to sacrifice some children.

However, he wanted to send her back to Ye's house, but she was not willing to accept it. The position of the general's wife is empty, and she has never had much confidence in herself. Even if she has been engaged, she still can't stop her doubts, as if she turns her head, and this chair will fall into someone else's pocket.

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