Chapter 1744 Excerpts from the Renzi Volume

Taking advantage of the sky, Feng Ziying picked up Qingwen and went out with an arrow, and it was already out of the outside of Qingwen's unable to restrain.

The cool morning air made Feng Ziying's naked body subconsciously tremble, but it made Feng Ziying's heart even more hot and excited.

 The west room is to the west of the main room, and is actually the west wing.

 Shen Yixiu is a matron who pays great attention to privacy.

This inner courtyard is not big. Except for Qingwen and Yun Shang, only the daughter and her wet nurse can enter. After nightfall, even the daughter sleeps with the wet nurse in a wing next to the inner courtyard.

After Qingwen and Yun Shang figured out Shen Yixiu's temperament, they also knew the rules and did not allow maids from outside to enter the inner courtyard. The two of them did the usual cleaning by themselves. For the other mistress's personal maids, It is rare for people to live in such a place as a little maid or other servant.

The door to Qingwen's west room was ajar. Feng Ziying pushed lightly with her foot, and the door opened. Once she entered, she turned back and tapped her toes, and the door was slammed shut.

 After adjusting to the dimmed light in the room, Feng Ziying took a serious look at the facilities in the room.

 Westinghouse is not big, but it is extremely clean and tidy.

The one-liter kang is laid with a mattress with a half-new and old indigo hook lace, and the pillow is also a half-new and old one. The maroon embroidered pillow has an embroidery of mandarin ducks playing in the water. The quilts are neatly folded along the wall.

There is a dressing table next to the Kang. An oval bronze mirror the size of a human head stands on the table. Two wooden boxes of unknown pomade or balm are placed on it.

There is a brocade stool, and a meticulous painting of a lady hanging against the wall, probably written by Shen Yixiu.

Adjacent to the wall is a natural varnished wooden cabinet, which should be used to store Qingwen's clothes. The shape is particularly elegant, and it is probably the most exquisite item in Qingwen's house.

Qingwen, who was curled up in Feng Ziying's arms, seemed to realize at this moment that she was about to face the most important moment in her life. She breathed slightly and murmured: "Master, I'm not ready yet. I'm afraid it will ruin my mood."

“It’s up to me to decide whether it’s good or not.” Feng Ziying sniffed the aroma lingering on the tip of her nose with some affection, and her two onion-like catkins were dyed red by buttercups, which seemed to symbolize something.

This hot-tempered girl was also in a state of confusion at this time. She was shrinking and panting. The charming and confused look in her eyebrows made him hug her tighter, wishing he could bury himself in her body.

Taking three steps and two steps at a time, Feng Ziying got on the kang and placed Qingwen on the bed. At this moment, Qingwen pulled the quilt over her whole body as if she had just woken up from a dream, and shouted: "Master, open the door. Lock it."

Feng Ziying couldn't laugh or cry. At this time, the girl was still thinking about these things. However, in order to reassure her, he, who had already sat on the kang, had no choice but to get out of bed and go to close the door with bare feet. He saw Qingwen quickly get out of bed. He got out of the closet, jumped out of bed, ran to the closet, opened the closet door, reached in, groped for a long time, and then took out a white towel from the closet.

 The experienced Feng Ziying understood immediately, but didn’t say much.

 This is the key for women in this era to prove their chastity. Without this, they would be unable to show their innocence in front of men.

When Feng Ziying got into the slightly short and narrow single quilt, although she had already made various psychological preparations, she still couldn't help but feel like a deer in the face of what was about to happen, with shyness mixed with fear. There was also joy, that kind of complicated mood that made it almost impossible for her to think normally.

　　The untied bijia, the faded underskirt, and the loosened sweat towel. Before Qingwen could react, her lips were sealed and loosened by the heat...

The bellyband slipped off, but the screams were blocked, and all he saw was the slightly red face pressing down on him.

Amidst the muffled sounds, heavy breathing and depressed murmurs alternately lingered in this small room. The busy fatigue and sleepiness of these days seemed to have completely evaporated and disappeared at that moment. The beautiful woman beneath her was gently expressing her joy and murmuring love words, Play an extremely graceful London song.

 …

Seeing the beauty next to her struggling to get up and try to put away the red-stained white scarf, Feng Ziying stretched out her hand to grab it first. Qingwen refused to let go, her nails stained red by the impatiens juice and the bright colors on the white silk The red color contrasted beautifully, and Feng Ziying was moved by it. She said with a smile: "This should be something that I will treasure for my whole life."

Qingwen blushed with embarrassment and said: "Master, please leave it to your slave."

"No, how can such a treasure that has a long aftertaste and comforts a person for a lifetime?" Feng Ziying took Qingwen into her arms, "When I get old in the future, I will take it out to reminisce about it. Maybe this is the target. It can also become a testimony for children in the future.”

These words frightened Qingwen so much that she shook her head anxiously: "Master, this is inappropriate. Grandma has not yet had any heirs. How can I dare to go overboard?"

"Who can control such things?" Feng Ziying disagreed, "Your grandma is not that narrow-minded person..."

"Grandma is very kind and righteous to the slave. I will never do such a thing." Qingwen shook her head like a rattle, which affected the wound, her face changed slightly, and she took a breath.

Seeing this, Feng Ziying hurriedly held the other person's smooth waist, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm going to show you my face today, and you can be regarded as my own. You and Yun Shang are both against you." My grandma is very loyal, but I think she is better than me."

"Hey, grandpa and grandma are one, are you jealous of grandma?" Qingwen rolled her eyes charmingly and adjusted her position to make the wound less painful. This lingering love to death is also the cause of harm to people. No matter how she ignored it, she was helpless and endured a lot of hardships. Only in the end did the hardships finally come to an end. The coping strategies that Yun Shang and Xiang Ling mentioned were even forgotten, and she could only grit her teeth and endure.

“That’s not the case, I just didn’t expect that you and Yun Shang were both mine, but now your grandma is taking over the spotlight, making me feel like an outsider.” Feng Ziying joked.

"Grandma is very mean to me. When she left in the morning, she specifically told me to take good care of her and let me sleep a little longer." Qingwen felt that Feng Ziying's hand rubbing her waist and abdomen was trying to explore between her legs. He quickly begged for mercy: "Master, I really can't bear it anymore. If I haven't had enough fun yet, I'll get up and go over there to call Jin Chuan'er, or call that naughty boy Siqi to come over..."

Feng Ziying laughed, "Why don't you talk about Xiangling or Ying'er, or Yuchai'er?"

"That honest girl Xiangling, if I'm going to give her a blessing, I will definitely go back and tell Second Mistress Bao, Ying'er, that girl is very petty, and won't I confiscate her? How dare she not do it?" Are you going to have **** with me after Grandma Bao Er agrees?" As for Yuchuan'er, she was looking at me longingly, but she seemed to be going to Rongguo Mansion to see her mother and me today, as I heard her talking yesterday. "

Feng Ziying retracted her hand and leaned against the kang, "Qingwen, I remember that you, Jin Chuan'er and Siqi didn't have a very good relationship. They were very hostile. Every time they met, they had to quarrel a few times. One of them was not convinced. , why haven’t you noticed for a few days and your relationship is getting better?”

"What did you say? How can the relationship between slave girl, Jin Chuan'er and Siqi be as bad as what I said?" Qingwen's face turned slightly hot and she curled her lips, "In fact, slave girl and Jin Chuan'er have nothing to do with each other. We don't get along, but when Jin Chuan'er was with the second wife in Rongguo Mansion, the slave girl was the most disliked person in Yihong Courtyard. Jin Chuan'er was also an arrogant person, looking higher than the top, but the slave girl This man just doesn't like anyone being arrogant in front of his slaves. He doesn't show off his dignity in front of others. He wants to let the young lady's temper be used in front of others, and don't show off in front of me!"

Feng Ziying had a smile on her lips. This was the real Qingwen. People said that her heart was higher than the sky and her destiny was thinner than paper. She was destined to be a maid, but she wanted to be a young lady. She couldn't position herself properly. In Feng Ziying's view, this was not the case.

This girl just has a sensitive heart, and she hopes that people can respect her. She wants to win the respect of the girls in the garden with her own efforts and abilities. However, she has a bad temper and a sensitive personality, coupled with her unforgiving nature. Her mouth made her an unlikable character in the Grand View Garden. On the contrary, women who were polished and smooth like Xi Ren, She Yue, Qiu Wen, etc. were the most popular.

Women like Yuanyang and Ping'er who can be active in the Rongguo Mansion with ease must have enough backers and good skills. However, Qingwen is lacking in both of these points, and she meets another The master did not take care of him, so it was a natural outcome that he was expelled from the Qi disease and died.

“So you and Jin Chuan’er just don’t agree with each other because of their different personalities. There’s no other barrier. What about Siqi?”

"The relationship between the slave and Siqi is very good." Qingwen saw the disbelief on Feng Ziying's face and sneered, "How did I know that the slave and Siqi were not on good terms?"

Feng Ziying shook her head, "When you two met, one sneered and the other spoke harshly. How come this is still a sign of sympathy between sisters?"

　　A little embarrassed by Feng Ziying's words, Qingwen reached out and raked the hair scattered on her forehead. Her pink arms and bright wrists pressed against the frost and snow, and raised the lower half of her neck, which was charming.

"Siqi is a little girl with a bad temper, but I think she has a very good nature. If she hadn't protected the second girl in the past few years, she wouldn't have been beaten by the bunch of low-level people in Rongguo Mansion who were flattering her and looking down on her. What kind of humiliation is this? The slave and her are just bickering. In terms of friendship, it's actually not bad."'

What Qingwen said must be the truth. The two of them are somewhat similar in temperament. They are both unforgiving. However, Qingwen is hot-tempered and Siqi is impatient, but in terms of character, they are both the same. It was bad, especially the one about protecting the Lord, Feng Ziying praised it even more.

 (End of this chapter)