194 plum spit dark fragrance

Qu Leyao is standing under a tree of plum blossoms.

A few days ago, this thousand cinnabar bulged a lot of buds, but it was budding. Qingxue said that she would not wait for the Spring Festival to come out to report the good news. She still didn't believe it. She didn't want to get up early in the morning. When she saw the buds of the flowers spit out the fragrance, and the heavy snow pressed the branches could not hide the purple-red beauty. The fragrance fell like a waterfall and penetrated into the thick snow, and even the snow was covered with fragrance.

Although there is only one plum blossom in the courtyard, it dyed the ink wings with spring.

Just like my heart, it was originally a vast sea of snow, but only a small flower bloomed in an inadvertent corner. The small flower secretly exuded fragrance, gradually turning this sea of snow into a sea of flowers. Although there was a cold wind blowing from time to time, it was still a clear fragrance and overflowing my heart.

Cheng Cangyi had long seen her standing under the plum tree and ran two steps, but stopped again.

In the pure cold, a layer of delicate purple floating like clouds, like the brilliant peach blossoms in spring.

People wearing a big red feather satin cloak under the tree looked at the cloud, and occasionally raised their hands and climbed down a branch to gently smell the fragrance of petals.

The snow fell with the fragrance of flowers and danced around her into a faint mist.

He didn't dare to disturb her, and he didn't know what to ask. He should have turned around and retreated quietly, but he stood inexplicably and looked at the red in the snow.

"Bum-bang..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, breaking the silence of the morning, shaking the snow clusters on the plum branches and shocking the flower admirers.

A little girl has already run to open the door.

A young man in blue broke in and didn't say hello. He only pulled his neck and shouted, "There's something wrong with you!"

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New Year's Eve dinner, New Year's candle.

With a few eye-catching people, Du Mizhen is satisfied with continuing the family fun she is looking forward to.

Looking around, I saw my son sitting under the red New Year candle in a red brocade coat, and he looked more and more pink and jade, and an indescribable sweetness and pride appeared in his heart.

Who said that she was childless? She sneered, and the words of the monk and Taoist priest were extremely untrustworthy. Otherwise, how could Tang Fanrou sincerely go to the temple to worship for so many years and not even ask for half a son?

What does it mean to conform to God's will? Everything is man-made!

She was originally a daughter of a rich man from a foreign country, and she was not favored at home. As soon as she arrived, her mother-in-law asked a man who was a senior official in the imperial court to kiss her. Nominally, I hope that she will marry into a rich family and live a glorious life, but in fact, it is just to get rid of her as a thorn in her side.

Although she doesn't want to be a concubine, because her mother is a concubine, and she is also looked down upon. She doesn't want her children to suffer the same. However, it is said that the married person is a minister of the Ministry of Ceremonies, with only two daughters under his knees. His wife is weak and sick. Maybe she will die at any time. The second lady is weak, and if she earns some anger...

That's it.

It was really as she wished, and Chu Qianrou died soon.

The seat of Mrs. Shangshu of the Ministry of Ceremonies is vacant, and the former media person naturally has to break through the threshold.

It's impossible not to worry. Fortunately, Cheng Zhunhuai only misses his first wife and has no intention of marrying a newcomer.

This is a good opportunity. She already has a daughter. Although she entered the door later than Tang Fanrou, she is also equal. If she takes advantage of this life to have a son, the mother will be more expensive by her son...

Coincidentally, just as she was three months pregnant and sat in Xinyuan bathing in the warm spring sun, she suddenly heard Mother Duan walking on the corridor saying that Tang Fanrou was also pregnant, and it was also three months...

At present, her hands and feet are cold. Tang Fanrou, Tang Fanrou, usually sees you silent and smiles at people. When she sees me, I always call her "sister" enthusiastically, but it turns out that she is a dog that doesn't bark!

She was anxious, and there was a pain in her lower abdomen. The maid You Cui hurriedly helped her back to the room and called the doctor for treatment.

For good, nothing happened.

Although Youcui was only 12 years old, she was very good at observing words and colors. She knew very well what the master wanted, so she comforted each other: "Although there are also some over there, who knows whether the birth is a man or a woman, whether it is dead or alive? Besides, it's hard to say whether you can spend these seven months safely.

When she first heard it, she was shocked and couldn't help re-examine the little girl around her who had only been with her for four years.

In order not to harm Xiao Wall to ensure "safety", she deliberately chose such an unattractive and seemingly honest girl. How did she know that she still has such a heart? However, her heart also lit up, and she smiled weakly but knowingly: "Just now, I'm not feeling well. Probably spring has just arrived, and the garden is still a little cold, and she has been sitting on the stone for a long time... Isn't the doctor also saying that you should be most careful in the first three months?"

You Cui repeatedly said "yes".

"You are still a child, you need to know what to say and what not to say. The one just now... Just talk about it in private, don't..."

"I know what's wrong." You Cui quickly knelt down.

"Get up, I don't want to punish you. You are still young and don't know the importance, but since you are my girl, I can't watch you be stupid. Be careful about everything in the future and don't let others take the handle. Du Mizhen especially emphasized that "you are my girl."

Youcui naturally knows it.

"The maidservant was picked up by his wife to serve as soon as he entered the house. The maidservant knew that his hands were clumsy. How could he serve his wife? Thanks to my wife for not giving up, I am very grateful, and I am only willing to serve my wife with all my heart..."

"What kind of lady and maidservant? If this master and his subordinate get along with each other for a long time, it will be like a family..."

"Madam said so, but she killed the slave..."

Du Mizhen smiled and said, "This family is like a tree and a vine. If the tree is high, the vine will be lush, and if the tree falls, the vine will die. Do you understand this truth?"

How could You Cui not understand and quickly knocked to the ground: "I remember it in my heart."

Since then, Tang Fanrou has always made some small mistakes. She either almost fell down or was suddenly frightened, or she has been suffering from minor illness, but she still stubbornly insisted on giving birth until October. Although she was a male child, she died... At the same time, there was a loud cry from Zang Zhenxuan in the North Courtyard...

"Congratulations, Master He Xi, Chengfu has added another little prince..."

Since then, fate, including the power of Chengfu, has been firmly in his own hands.

It's not that she hasn't seen Tang Fanrou often sit in the garden to issue certificates... Yes, if the male child is alive, I'm afraid it's not Du Mizhen who becomes the wife of the third grade.

Heaven is not as good as people!

Of course, she didn't do anything. It's her Tang Fanrou who doesn't have this life! At the beginning, the Taoist priest said that she was childless and said that Tang Fanrou was the life of his wife. Now he should really find the Taoist priest and let him see what the real wife is!

She put on her wife's tolerance and tried her best to make a gentle and kind smile, to care about Tang Fanrou, who lost her beloved son and lost the opportunity to compete with her wife.

Tang Fanrou's seemingly clear eyes made her feel a little guilty and angry, and finally got angry, but she couldn't find a loophole for a person who only knew how to retreat and respected herself. But every time she looked at herself, especially with a gentle smile without any impurities, she really wanted to smash the smile with something.

She suspected that she had hidden a knife in her smile and had no intention!

But she suddenly believed in the Buddha. When she said goodbye, her smile became more and more intimate, and she actually had a little soft taste. No wonder the old man always looks at her more. But what's the use? If you don't have a son, why fight with her? Moreover, she can guarantee that Tang Fanrou can no longer give birth to a man and a woman!

Cheng Junhuai is not a lustful person, and his status is even more unbreakable. Although life seems to be a little difficult during this period, it's not good, as long as you have a son...

Cang Peng is nine years old. In a few years, everything in Chengfu will be his. Isn't this day his hard work? As for Cheng Cangyi... Well, with his temper, as long as she is willing to use her brain... Don't worry, there is still time...

The candle shadow is hazy, the laughter is full of ears, and the wine is seductive...

In a good mood, she let Du Yingzi break her mouth and pour it into the blue and white twisted peony wine pot.

In this way, he got drunk, but refused to leave, because they all wanted to stay up until dawn. However, I still couldn't take a nap, but when I woke up, I found that my son was missing.

She thought she was just naughty and went somewhere else, but she waited for a long time and disappeared.

The room was full of wine and laughter. Du Yingzi was playing leaf play with others, and there was a circle of people pointing their hands and feet outside.

She thought her son was watching the fun.

Drip the crowd away... disappeared.

After looking around, even the embroidered bats hanging on the ground were opened one by one... Still not.

Fang was anxious and shouted.

The excitement of the room suddenly stopped. When they heard that the little prince had disappeared, everyone seemed to be relieved: "Maybe he went out to play. It was so lively outside. At that time, I saw him thinking that the matan was going out to set off firecrackers..."

Everyone just cares about playing and ignores her wife. It has been like this recently, including Du Yingzi...

The room was full of people, and only You Cui saw her rushing out angrily, hesitated for a moment, and followed.

It was extremely cold outside. After only two steps, people were frozen. In addition, they went out in a hurry and didn't even wear a cloak.

You Cui's teeth trembled: "Madam, on such a cold day, I'm afraid the little prince will freeze back even if he goes out..."

Madam glanced at her, and her eyes were colder than the cold wind, and the pain blew on her face.

She didn't dare to make a sound and clung to her wife, which seemed to be warmer.

Occasionally, a firecracker sounded in the yard, and a fireworks burst in the middle of the sky. The two ran towards the light, but there was no sign of the little prince.

Huan Pengzhai also went, and only two left-behind matan were drinking and said in unison that they had not seen the little master come back at all.

Du Mizhen panicked, and her footsteps were also confused. She fell down several times and broke her hand and face, but she didn't feel pain.

You Cui was scared: "The little boy usually likes to go to Yanran Pavilion, but now I heard that the big girl is sick, maybe..."

Before the words fell, Du Mizhen ran to Yanran Pavilion.

The master and servant looked sleepy and frightened, but she didn't want them to see such a depressed self. They only glanced at each other quickly and hurriedly left.

"The little boy may have had enough to play, and now he has returned to Bicui Hall..."

So he rushed back to Bicui Hall.

The head is hustle and there are two more tables, but where is the shadow of a son?