015 full of glory

"Does Cangyi like her sister?"

"I like it!" Cheng Cangpeng's answer was simply brainless.

"Why?"

"My sister is the most beautiful!"

Cheng Cangpeng immediately opened his mouth missing front teeth.

Cheng Xueyan felt that it was more appropriate to hang a large drop of cold sweat that often appeared in embarrassment in Japanese cartoons at this moment.

This little pers!

What is clear in Cang Peng's eyes does not need to be disguised.

Seeing Cheng Xueyan speechless for a long time, Cheng Cangpeng twisted her leg again: "Sister plays with me, sister plays with me..."

"Dangdang..."

A few crisp sounds suddenly came from the window, as if they were metal strikes.

Bitong seemed to be suddenly shocked as if she had been fixed, but she was only briefly stunned and looked at Cheng Xueyan, and her face was panicked.

She hurriedly wanted to take Cheng Cangpeng out of her master's arms, and Cheng Cangpeng twisted his body and was unhappy. He was already heavy, but Bitong wasted his energy for a long time but only made his head sweat.

"Young man, if you don't come down again, you will be punished for your sister Xueyan!"

Cheng Xueyan didn't understand what this had to do with her punishment. I guess it was Bitong's way to scare the child.

Cheng Cangyi flattened her little mouth and let go of Cheng Xueyan's arm and got out of bed, but reluctantly turned around and said, "Sister Xueyan, I'll come to you later."

In this time, a mama in a smoky cyan shirt with osmanthus green embroidered bright and dark red hydrangea coat and a green pleated skirt, with a wrinkle-free but still old face with no expression bent her knees slightly bent her knees to this side: "The maidservant Xu Shi said to the eldest girl."

Cheng Xueyan didn't know what to answer, but Cheng Cangpeng ran over to hold her hand, and the two went out together.

Bitong is very busy here.

"Girl, get up quickly. As soon as the cloud board rings over there, we have to rush to Furong Hall in less than a quarter of an hour, and we will be punished one step later."

As she spoke, she hurriedly waited for Cheng Xueyan to clean up. Her hands and feet were sharp, and she coiled her hair into a flat bun in the blink of an eye.

To be honest, Cheng Xueyan immediately thought of cow dung as soon as she saw this bun, and a pile of cow dung was pressed behind her head...

Her face is a little dark. Did married women in ancient times make them so ugly? However, she remembers that Du Mizhen and Tang Fanrou are also surrounded by clouds...

A plain silver flat hairpin passed through the bun, revealing only the hairpin of three plum blossoms, which was as pale as the mood at this moment.

But Bitong didn't seem to notice this at all. She turned over the suitcase for a moment and took out an autumn blue jacket. The neckline cuffs were embroidered with silver-white jasmine flowers, a moon blue and a flora skirt, and the skirt was not decorated at all.

Her face is so cloudy that it can squeeze out the raindrops. What, do you think of me as a Mother? Or Bitong, are you a little color-blind?

Bitong hurriedly waited for her to put on her skirt and put out a moon-white veil in her hand.

She looked at this dress and only felt that she could cry as soon as she raised her handkerchief.

"Girl, hurry up, it's not easy for everyone to wait."

She didn't understand what was worth worrying about, but in view of her hurried behavior, she recognized the old-fashioned dress today.

Bitong helped her. Although it was a small walk, it was as fast as flying, and she almost couldn't keep up.

For a moment, she was so angry that she planned to pull her arm away from Bitong's support, but Bitong persistently "takes" her to the red sandalwood arch in front of her.

This is outside, but when the master comes here to discuss the matter, the accompanying girls can only stand here and are not allowed to enter. Although the tables and chairs are complete, no one dares to sit down. Bitong was worried that if her master had just recovered from a serious illness, she would be punished, so she dared to help her into the inner hall.

As soon as she entered the door, she was once again attracted by the flowers of women, and the fragrance came to her nose, as if she had decorated a hall into an indoor flower room.

The ground is covered with a red blanket and woven with a pattern of branches and flowers. The seat of Du Mizhen in the east is the first. Behind him is a big mural of butterfly dancing hibiscus, but it is not an ordinary painting. The butterfly wings and peonies on it seem to be made of extremely delicate bird feathers, which are lifelike and set off the a solemn face of Du Mizhen.

There are four Taishi chairs on each side, two or two pairs, separated by a few. The first on the left is the second lady Tang Fanrou, followed by Du Yingzi, and the first on the right is Cheng Xueyao. However, in addition to these four, there are several unfamiliar faces, but they are also beautiful and reflect each other. Even if Cheng Xueyao's slightly mediocre face is placed here, it has been colored a lot.

So, being with beautiful women will definitely discount their beauty. On the contrary, if you compare women to flowers, there are hundreds of flowers, all kinds of gorgeous, and women will have a thousand and charming manners.

Looking around for a week, I was attracted by the woman sitting opposite next to Cheng Xueyao.

The woman looks about the same age as her and is equally weak. The facial features are very delicate, the eyebrows are like cutting willow leaves with a knife, the eyes are full of water, the tip of the nose is slightly upturned, and the lips point Zhu Dan, and it is like laughing without saying a word. Although it has been carefully dressed, it can still be seen that the lead is definitely a beautiful woman, which can be called the leader of these flowers. If you have to pick out something, it is that her cheekbone is slightly prominent, but goodly, her face is round and her cheeks are fleshy, which looks a little more blessed. At this moment, she was casually sorting out the dress embroidered with moon flowers of the same color, but when she saw Cheng Xueyan looking at her, she looked back very implicitly, and her head lowered slightly, both reserved and decent.

But at this glance, Cheng Xueyan suddenly found that she seemed to be very much like a person. She was thinking about it. Suddenly, an inaudible sigh came from behind her. She found that she had been standing at the door, and there was Cheng Xueman behind her.

At this time, a laughter came over and followed the sound, but Du Yingzi covered her mouth with broad sleeves decorated with silver and white lace. It seemed to cover up the smile, but it seemed that something really made her laugh.

"Xue Yan really lost her memory and stared at us for so long. Come on, I'm enthusiastic, so let me introduce you..."

She stood up twistingly and still couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

She pulled Xueyan on this side, and Cheng Xueman entered the door and respected Du Mizhen.

Cheng Xueyan immediately told herself that she should salute as long as she met a higher status than herself in this time and space, so she was also ready to bend her knees to Du Mizhen, but was directly dragged forward by Du Yingzi.

"See you, madam. Although you lost your mother when you were young, your sister has always regarded you as her own. No one can forget your wife.