Chapter 40 Pillow

"Are you suffed?" He asked, explaining the belt on the armor with his arm behind his back.

The cloth warm spontaneously took over, and the front and rear blocks of the armor were separated and crossed with red silk ribbon crosses. She stroked the cold mirror, and her heart was both nervous and sweet. As I got closer, I could smell the warm fragrance of my uncle.

Living alone - such a selfish and lonely name!

I have been in Chang'an for a while, but I can't see my uncle clearly. Or his people, like the incense he used, have no desire and are independent. Or the desire drowns everything, but it is not clear.

She lowered her eyes and hummed, "I got up in the morning with a headache and felt nauseous. The wet nurse pulled out two handfuls on my shoulder. It didn't help. It's better to ask him to come out."

He asked, "Can it be scraped?" Looking down at her slightly, her face was on his chest, and it was still perfect when she looked close. That point floated on the snow-white forehead, showing some playfulness.

She muttered, "I'm afraid of pain! The wet nurse wanted to shave, but I was so scared that I finally gave up.

"What about now?" He said, "Don't look back and be bored for a long time. It doesn't count if you suffer a lot. You should be good. There is no way to endure it.

After he finished speaking, he was shocked by the gentleness in his tone. His heart jumped up, and his mind was in a mess for a moment. He hurriedly turned his face away and felt that a mass of cotton was blocked in his lungs, which almost suffocate him.

Bu Nuan probably didn't notice. He took off the rhinoceros for him, moved the incense burner and put it on the end of the curved foot case. Fang Ying said, "It's much better now, and my head doesn't hurt much. Do you have to wear armor even if you don't go to the battlefield? It's so heavy!"

There are three genera of armor,dou mou, upper body and chan. Qian Chan is the armor on the leg, and the front and rear blocks have been removed, leaving two pieces on the leg alone. She turned around and wanted to squat down to solve it, but she was very embarrassed. After all, there is a difference between men and women. How to take care of the lower body? She stood there at a loss.

The appearance and nature are delicate and delicate to the bone. She immediately noticed it and sat down on the couch and did it herself. She only answered on the side and put it together with the mirror armor.

"There is no way. This is the rule. Generals should look like generals and must be distinguished from civil officials. Did you hear what I said? I'll ask your wet nurse to shave you later. He carefully calmed his tone, and his taste was reasonable. He turned his head and began to think about the previous gaffe, and there was no clue after thinking about it.

She pouted and said, "She is so cruel. Last time the jade stove made her cry. The scab receded, and the scabs on his back were like ploughing. She looked at him and said, "Why don't you shave me?"

Rong Yueng was stunned and looked up. She smiled with her face and said heartlessly, "Why are you blushing? Did I scare you?"

He subconsciously touched his face, which was really hot. When the wind blew over, he suddenly became clear and began to regret what he had just moved. He was fooled by her like a fool, and this girl turned against her!

He looked at her, "bu Nuan, are you itchy?"

She spit out her tongue, "Uncle, you don't have any elegance. You're still a general, little belly chicken sausage!"

He was angry, "If I didn't have the elegance, would I make you so presumptuous?"

Small belly chicken sausage? Since he landed, no one has dared to apply this word to him. She is getting bolder and bolder, simply lawless! However, he was not really angry, just pulled his face. She leaned over and said with a rogue face, "Uncle, you look beautiful when you frown!" Finally, he couldn't stand it and turned his face and smiled.

Xiangong in the building sent snacks. Bu Nuan told her to move a pestle and said, "I dare not sit on the floor outside the room anymore. I asked the bug to bite last time, and it still hurts."

Rong Yu rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Isn't there any medicine?" Where did you bite?"

She pinched it for a moment, and it was hard to say where to bite, so she said vaguely, "I've already applied the medicine, and I'm sure it will get better in two days."

Xiangong assigned the jade stove to send the zi, which was placed opposite the couch, which was a little far away from the appearance. This was originally followed by the etiquette, but Bu Nuan's hand was one step ahead of his brain, naturally dragging the bao to his side and sitting down on the short circumference of the hut.

Her elbow is attached to the carved water line, her lower jaw pillow is on the back of her hand, and the quilt line is slightly tight. After a while, he turned his head sideways and said, "Have you read Peacock Flying Southeast?"

Rong Yu nodded. He was not promoted at that time. He had nothing to do in the Youzhou barracks and read many miscellaneous books. Peacock Flying Southeast is naturally read and sighed for its characters.

"Lanzhi vowed not to marry, and her family forced her to die in the water. Zhongqing also betrod himself on the garden tree when she heard it..." She sighed, "How pitiful it was that the original good marriage ended up like this in the end!"

He doesn't say anything. There is too much help in life. Many things are involuntarily. He can't control whether he can be happy or not, but life and death are okay.

"They have been with each other for thousands of years, so it's good..." Her voice gradually lowered, "I know that women are infatuated. Lanzhi is so lucky to meet the affectionate and righteous Jiao Zhongqing."

Rong Yu leaned his back to look at the drunken lake in the distance. After a long time, he said, "Don't you think Jiao Zhongqing's incompetence has harmed Lanzhi? If he had been responsible, such a tragedy would not have happened.

Bu Nuan shook his head, "He is a filial son, but it's wrong. He followed the agreement, and even his death faces southeast. Isn't it enough?"

Once the girls are emotional, they can forgive many low-level mistakes and talk to them rationally. He was sad and remembered his current situation. In fact, he is no different from Jiao Zhongqing now. He spit on Jiao Zhongqing's foolishness, but he took a very similar path to his. It's just that one is ordered to divorce his wife and the other is ordered to marry.

He suddenly felt a little afraid and coveted for the relaxation of his eyes. Will he know that Xian will end up like Liu Lanzhi in the future? If he really goes to that point, maybe he has no other way but to apologize for his death.

"Jiao Zhongqing is a coward." He sighed and was a little angry with himself.

Bu Nuan was immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself. He turned his face to the other side, and the tears at the end of his eyes flowed back to the corners of his eyes and then spread out. She swallowed and said, "You don't understand." How do men know what life and death are? This story may be a conjudation that satisfies a woman's longing for love!

He laughed. When she said "you don't understand", she was like a negative child whose dream was shattered. She was not afraid that he was her uncle, but she was a knowledgeable elder.

Her little daughter had an emotional attack and cried very sadly. He looked at the side with a sad face and couldn't help. He just wiped her tears with a sweat towel. She blew her nose red and scattered drops of water hanging on her eyelashes, reminding him of crying with her legs in her arms when she was a child.

She vented her full of sadness and took a deep breath. Only then did she remember that he was still there, and the boss was embarrassed. He rolled his sweat towel blankly, embroidered with branches and lotus on the colored bottom of the lotus, hooked and wrapped around, derived from the middle section to one end. Her fingertips stroked the pattern and then clenched it in the palm of her hand.

"I'm sorry, I've been asked to get dirty. I'll give you a new one tomorrow." She stuffed the sweat towel into the sleeve cage, looked at him, and said shyly, "Don't laugh at me for my stupid appearance."

He nodded tolerantly and said sincerely, "Thank God if you don't cry. How dare I laugh at you?"

She half-upched her face, and he turned his head slightly and connected his eyes. It was as if it had taken root, like two strands of ropes tied together, which were inseparable.

She is so beautiful! The most amazing painter can't draw her facial features. He had an impulse for no reason to touch her and hold her in his arms. And those close hands, want to hold them in the palm of your hand and touch them one finger at a time.

Bu Nuan doesn't know the difference between the eyes of adults looking at children and men looking at women. She only knows that her uncle only has her in his eyes now, which is focused and warm. She was so shy that she wanted to dodge, and in confusion, she heard her eardrums tremble with heart trembling. In an instant, something squeezed into her chest, and in a blink of an eye, her heart was tightly clasped and filled to almost explode.

"Miss, it's time to rest!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the rear, which woke the two people up and hurriedly turned their eyes away. Bu Nuan looked back and shouted at the edge of the corridor. Probably after heatstroke, his face turned a little blue.

She was not very happy, "Isn't it still early? Why should it be settled now!"

Rong Yu said from the couch, "Go in quickly. I'll also go back to Zhuzhi Hall."

Bu Nuan got up to see him off. He took two steps and paused. He looked different from just now and became a little indifferent. He only said, "I'm looking for Lansheng to work today. He asked me to send you a message. He has been busy these days and will come to the house to see you later."

Bu Nuan answered in a stunned way, watching him take his robe down the steps and walk quickly towards the Miji Bridge.

For Lan Sheng, she is really indispensable. Anyway, it's not annoying, and I don't like it. I just think he is very good. If he is a friend, he should be able to make friends deeply.

She lowered her hand to take care of her book. One large and two small peacocks were drawn on the title page, but they were not well drawn. The peacock feathers on the male bird's tail feathers are extremely dull, and the mother is even more pitiful and becomes a bald chicken.

"Why don't you hurry up, my young lady!"

Xiu finally came to pull her, and his hand was full of strength, and the tiger's mouth strangled her wrist painfully.

She cried sadly, "What's the matter? Who offended you?"

Xiu didn't answer, dragged her into the bedroom and loudly sent away the maidservant. Fang pulled up to the straight door, and her face became more and more ugly.

Bu Nuan had never seen her like that, and she couldn't help shrinking and feeling a little fright. She is a master and servant in her name, but in private, she is equal to most of her mother.

She was passed by and pulled Xiu's sleeve. "What's wrong with me? Did I make you angry?"

The beautiful blood surged up, and she only prayed for the Bodhisattva. What she saw was dazzled by her.

Is it that she is seriously ill? Why does she have an ominous feeling? They looked at each other for so long, and there was no distance that my nephew should keep!

Anyway, Bu Nuan can't get so close to the sixth son in the future. Bu Nuan is at the beginning of love and is easy to have a good impression on the life around her. My uncle is so complete that it is hard to find in the world. He is valuable and good-looking. How many ladies in Chang'an don't love him? Bu Nuan has been with him for a long time and is afraid that he will have an undue relationship. At that time, everything will be too late!

She can't say it clearly, but she was afraid that Bu Nuanyuan didn't have this heart, so she was told to break it and remind her instead. After thinking about it, he said, "Do you remember that the sixth son married Miss Zhixian in October? At that time, the master and wife were going to come to Chang'an. I thought that you should take out something at that time, one was to give it to the sixth son as a congratulatory gift, and the other was to show it to your mother, so as to teach her that you had not been wasted in the past six months. I have prepared embroidery tools for you, all of which are placed in the east room upstairs. Let's do it tomorrow! Embroidery is up to you, not to mention others, and it's also excellent to cultivate your sentiment.

Show has her plan. Once Bu Nuan is busy, she will have no time to take care of him. It's good for everyone to pinch before the buds sprout.

Bu Nuan's ideas here are very different from Xiu. She only misses her uncle's sweat towel. She wants to choose a good material to drive it out overnight and give it to him early tomorrow morning and let him take it with her value.