Half the city is prosperous

Chapter 103 Chapter 104 Resentment

Towards the west, it was already dusk, and a little afterglow reflected half of the sky.

The Shoukao Garden is silent, and it is the most convenient to serve. Just like the usual practice on the drunken lake, there are no people left in the garden, and no summons are allowed to come close.

The cloth warmed up to the waist door and only saw a little man. He asked his uncle to be in the room, and the little man replied, "There. The lady in front asked me to prepare warm water for my uncle. Later, my uncle asked me to change the cold water and tossed it for a while. So far, there has been no movement. It has been three quarters of an hour, and it has been changed and washed. Does your wife want to go in to see your uncle? The villain went in and passed it on to his wife.

Speaking of details, his appearance and temper are very strange. Even the close Tingzhou did not dare to go out of his subordinates at will. Bu Nuan was still afraid, so he shook his head and said, "No, I'll call him all the way. My uncle is very well-behaved and doesn't like his subordinates to walk around. Looking at the little one's arched shoulders and collapsed, it was like avoiding cats and mice. He laughed and said, "What are you doing?"

The little man scratched his scalp and said, "My wife doesn't know that uncle is really powerful. I'm afraid to look at that armor. Our son is waiting in the house, and I have seen such a big official sooner or later! I'm not afraid of my wife's jokes. Just asking me to stand at the door, and my legs and stomach trembling.

Bu Nuan laughed when she heard this, "It's not just you, but I don't dare to breathe when I see him back!" You just stand at your door and don't do anything wrong and can't care about you. After saying that, he picked up his skirt and went to the garden.

If you don't come for a long time, the trees in the Shoukao Garden are getting more and more lush. The rose vines on the second door filled the carved door frames, and several scattered branches sprouted, drooping low and swaying in the evening breeze.

The cloth warmly divided the flowers and brushed the willows. When it was close to the main house, it stood under the steps and called my uncle. There were only several sounds in the garden, and there was only a loud sound of cicadas in the garden, and there was no echo. She took the corner of her skirt to the platform and turned around. I thought he was probably tired and took a nap. It's getting late. The road has been bumpy these two days, and he can't eat well and sleep well. He always has to eat and rest, so he pushes the door and enters the room to find someone.

Since Qin Han, the layout of the room has been bright and dark. When she enters the bright room, the mat and the couch behind the floor cover are empty. He followed the lotus green brick to the west ear room, and his bright armor was neatly hung on the outer hanger. The golden-scale bright mirror stands in front of the beautiful Fusang plug-in screen full of plum blossoms, with a strong conflict between power and beauty.

The quieter the place is, the more difficult it is to break it. Like a calm water surface, it is a sin to fall into a leaf, and it is even more vain to throw it into a stone. She turned around the plug-in screen and stood for a while, with a faint sound, but she couldn't hear it. Further ahead is the painting hall, where the fourth uncle read and learn calligraphy when the Bu family did not split. She followed the sound and went to the door and heard a sound like an inkstone falling to the ground.

There is window paper on the straight door, and you can't see the situation inside. The door opened a crack, and when looking through it, there were only white walls and half a picture framed.

"Can uncle be in there?" She asked in a loud voice.

The person in the room answered a little flusteredly, "Wait a minute."

Bu Nuan felt funny. Could it be that his uncle was so interested that he couldn't practice calligraphy in it? She had a narrow mind and leaned on tiptoe to look at the crack of the door. If you can't see it, get closer and gradually squeeze into the door. Looking at it, I found that the room seemed to have been repurposed and no longer used as a study. Looking down the row of screens, there are hangers, silver basins, bamboo mats, wooden barrels, and men sitting in buckets** with upper bodies...

She gasped and stopped working in an hour. She was stunned there and didn't know what to do. "uncle, I didn't mean to..."

He obviously sighed, "I know that I'm not good. It's too long to wash."

"No... blame me..." She hurriedly withdrew to close the door.

It's shameful to death! She wanted to cry without tears on the platform, raising her head back and forth, and wanted to tear her hair! How can you encounter this kind of thing and how to face him in the future! She beat the lying railing hard and silently patted her chest and feet in the afterglow of the sunset. Shameless, shameless, who would have thought he would take a bath in it! Isn't it three and a quarter of an hour? It's only half an hour for a woman's house to soak in fragrant soup. A man's house has to wash for so long that his skin will be soaked.

But anyway, she broke in while he was bathing and saw what she shouldn't have seen. She covered her eyes in panic. Is he angry? Do you want to dig out her eyes? But her uncle's figure is really good, she blushed and thought. Before she came out, she also took a look - her muscles were entangled and Kong Wu was powerful. It was clear that he had a elegant face and took off his clothes to be like that! After all, she was a general who fought to kill the enemy. She had never seen what other men looked like, but she felt that he was pleasing to the eye. If a woman is round, then he is square, with angular and sharp body.

She is regretful and imaginary at the other. How beautiful she is! She covered her mouth and snickered, but she didn't feel that her body and face didn't match at all. No matter how long he was, he was impeccable. Amitabha, it turns out that you know how to appreciate beauty like this! I didn't understand it at first glance, and then made up for it. That eye was not bad, profound and thorough!

Rong Yu came out of his clothes for fear of scaring her and dared not see him in the future. But when he came out, he saw her dancing there, stamped her feet and rubbed her face. After being sad, there was another grinning face, and he suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. It seemed that he didn't really know her. He knew that she was different from other girls, but he didn't realize that she was such a contradictory complex.

He coughed, "Warm!"

She was shocked when she first heard him call her. She turned around and said awkwardly, "uncle."

He was embarrassed and his face was hot. What should I answer next? Train her and teach her not to break into men's places? It seems that there is no need to make such a fuss. He doesn't treat her as an outsider here. There is nothing but embarrassment about what happened just now.

Bu Nuan was so frustrated that he didn't even dare to look at him. "Is your uncle angry? Don't be angry. I didn't see anything."

Authentic open your eyes and tell lies! Rong Yu said, "Really?"

She hesitated to open her fingers and made a "little" gesture, "The room is dark and the light is not good."

He was angry, "Do you still want to see the lamp?"

"That's not necessary." She thought to herself that in fact, she could see a lot, but it was not good to take care of his face, a general to let people see naked. To take a step back, it's just the first half. The river worker who dug the canal still showed his arm to God, but it's not a good! She muttered, "You are a man, and you won't be seen..."

Zi Rong and I don't know how to deal with it. He looked at her and felt all kinds of feelings. For a long time, he said, "Wu Nuan, girls should be more reserved."

Bu Nuan thought that I had always been very reserved, but now I have become forced to be like this. Moving your fingers, you are the active party in this relationship. What else hasn't been done? It was he who hugged him first and tried to kiss him, although he didn't kiss him. Even later, he said he loved him first, but he hasn't said a clear word yet. She also wants to sit upright in the boudoir and wait for him to fall in love, but there is nothing she can do. If she doesn't start, he may not take half a step in his life.

She gave birth to a little grievance, and she would never come out in the future, because she loved him more than him.

I glanced at him. His clothes didn't fit well. They were probably Bushe's clothes, which were very short. No matter how luxurious the material is, the hem can't wear it on his legs and stomach, just like a little two running in a restaurant. She squeaked her lips and said, "I'll send someone to the ready-to-wear shop to have a look. I don't know if there is a size that suits you. It's better to change a robe."

He didn't think so. Standing in the gentle evening breeze, there was a sense of leisure. He said, "No, it won't take long. I'll go back to Chang'an tomorrow." Seeing that her face faded, I knew that she was still reluctant to leave home. He sighed, "There are many dreams in the long night, and the lingering time is long. I'm afraid that in case of the wind leaks, do you understand?"

She lowered the corners of her mouth and nodded, "Don't say, uncle, I know it."

He felt pain in his heart, "Then what are you doing with this face? It can be seen that it is unwilling.

"What if I don't want to?" She lowered her head and rubbed the painting silk and rubbed a golden peony decorated on the yarn to pieces. "I can't help but say anything!" It was unexpected to come back this time."

She is a general girl, and she also has a little quick and chaotic courage, which I think is up to Mrs. Bu. He turned his face and looked at her carefully. Since she entered the palace, he had not worn women's clothes. Now looking at it again, it is very charming. There are also red lips, watery eyes, fine facial features, and a beautiful and deep face.

She was a little embarrassed and slightly opened up. "What is uncle looking at?"

He came to his senses and looked away and said, "It's nothing."

He is always like this, unconsciously drawing the Chu River and Han world between himself and her. Obviously, it is the perfect time to use this beautiful moon to complain about your lovesickness, but I can't say it. He thinks too much and worries too much. She is not an ordinary girl. He is responsible for her future. How to explain her feelings in the future? He warned himself many times and even reflected on what happened last night. He is too impetuous. That kiss shouldn't have happened. Can he be saved?

It's like a crystal jar, with a gap, and the full water pours out from there, and it can't be blocked.

Bu Nuan is really an unconfident person. She has surging feelings, and she expects him to respond to her. But when he repeatedly avoided it, she wanted to keep proving that he also loved her and loved her as much as she did.

So she asked him in a sad tone, "Does uncle hate warmer?"

He finally met her sight and opened his lips slightly, "No."

"Do you like me?" She insisted, "I asked you that time in Maywood, and I'm not satisfied with your answer. Answer me again today."

She was full of expectation, and her delicate face was half raised, like Tang Di with the first blooming branches. His heart curled up in pain, and he nodded, "I like you."

She choked. Do you like it? But it's not enough! She grabbed his sleeve and clenched it hard. "So, do you love me?"

She saw the deep suffering in his eyes. He panicked and breathed with great difficulty, "Fu Nuan, you know... you know you can't! Don't ask, don't ask again!"

In a trance, he fell into the thick dust, full of fatigue, and stood unsteadily in pain. "My uncle forgot what happened yesterday?"

He will never forget, will accompany him all his life, and will never forget. He still remembers how throated at that time, and the dead water-like heart lake shook and made him die in an moment. But, so what? Look at it as a dream and think it hasn't happened the next day, because it's wrong and ridiculously wrong!

He can't help but take it as a reason to forgive himself. She should be spotless. Bai Ling accidentally dropped a drop of ink, which was washed clean or there were traces, but it had little impact. If there is a better painter, repainting the beautiful mountains and rivers, and covering them up, who can find the flaws of the past!

"Nuuer, I've thought about it. Since I've returned to Luoyang, it's a good time." He said peacefully, "While Lan Sheng is in charge of the army, isn't it..."