"Why are you still seeing me outside? Why are you standing at the door in a daze? Why don't you come in quickly?" Feng Ziying leaned on the kang couch with a relaxed and comfortable smile. She felt a little embarrassed and nervous when she entered the door.
Ping'er.
When I met Zicuckoo and Ying'er, I was in the study room, but when I met Ping'er, I wasn't so restrained.
In addition to the study, his outer courtyard also has a lounge adjacent to the study. Mainly sometimes when you are tired from dealing with official duties, you can take a nap on the kang couch next door and imagine things, or just take a nap.
Ping'er didn't expect that Feng Ziying would see her for the last time, and it would be in such an ambiguous but intimate place, but this made her feel both fond and a little worried.
She likes nature because Feng Ziying does not regard her as an outsider. Even though Zijuan and Ying'er are determined to become his maids in the future, they still meet in the study room, but she is arranged here. This kind of special treatment is enough to show that
Feng Ziying's thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness.
Naturally, I am worried that if this man does something extraordinary, no, in fact, it is not anything extraordinary. Even the second mistress has sex with him, so what does she mean to a girl? She is just here, in
At this point in time, it just seems inappropriate.
Biting her teeth lightly, Ping'er rolled her eyes at the other party charmingly, and then came in slowly.
But I saw that in this lounge, in addition to the one-liter Kang couch, there were two official hat chairs of huanghuali wood on the opposite side. The azure-colored mattresses were neat and clean, and a maroon rug with a lily pattern was laid in the room.
The ground, coupled with the heat from the earth dragon, makes the whole room feel as warm as spring.
This should be the place where this man usually takes a nap or meets important guests or close people. Ping'er estimated it, but felt a little sweet in his heart, indicating that this man's attitude towards him was not ordinary.
“Where are you sitting?” Seeing Ping’er wanting to sit in the official chair, Feng Ziying stared.
Ping'er was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned red, and he tilted his body coyly to sit on the other side of the kang couch, but Feng Ziying hooked his finger and he obediently sat next to Feng Ziying.
He reached out to hook Ping'er's plump waist. This girl should be regarded as a typical fat girl of this era. Her face is like a full moon, and her face shape is somewhat similar to Jia Yuanchun's, but her eyes are like almond-shaped eyes, which are similar to Jia Yuanchun's phoenix eyes.
Completely different, with round hips, tall chest, long legs and straight neck, which fits Feng Ziying's aesthetics very well.
The scent of the fragrance spread through her nose. Feng Ziying took a deep breath and felt the body of the beauty next to her stiffened a little. She felt funny in her heart, "Why, we have been so close to each other several times, and you are still so afraid of me?"
Being teased by the other party's words, Ping'er felt a little more relaxed and glanced at Feng Ziying bitterly, "Who has had a skin-to-skin kiss with you?"
"Hey, I drank too much for the first time. Didn't you Ping'er take care of me?" Feng Ziying smiled very happily, "Needless to say, Sister Feng can't resist it, so it's up to you..."
“Bah!” She was so embarrassed that she pinched Feng Ziying’s waist hard, causing Feng Ziying to take a breath of cold air. Could this move be able to travel through thousands of years and work in any era?
Ping'er thought simply. While she was not his person at this time, she could still act arbitrarily. If she really became his pillow in the future, she would never be able to be so unscrupulous again.
Feng Ziying found it strange. The girls around her were pretty, but there were not many who dared to do this. It seemed that only Siqi and Qingwen were more resolute, but when it came to pinching people,
It seems that I haven't gotten close enough to those two people yet, so naturally I can't "enjoy" this kind of treatment.
Feng Ziying's heart wandered, and she slipped her hand under the hem of the silk jacket. Inside was a fine velvet lining. She fumbled around the waist where the sweat towel served as a trouser belt. She pulled it lightly and it immediately loosened. Ping'er
He suddenly panicked, and his hands that were originally under his chest to prevent Feng Ziying's clutches from taking advantage of the situation quickly moved down to hold down the waistband of his pants.
Seeing that this move was successful, Feng Ziying took advantage of the opportunity to fish up, opened the lake silk bellyband, and took a pair of fish-like backs into her hands.
Ping'er almost screamed, his body felt like being struck by lightning, and he immediately collapsed in Feng Ziying's arms.
The warm fragrance of nephrite in her arms, her heavy breathing and trembling body made Feng Ziying, who just wanted to be gentle with her hands and eyes, almost explode. Ping'er completely lost her resistance and curled up in her arms, her hands even more
He tightly strangled his waist and abdomen.
She really wanted to execute the other party on the spot, but Feng Ziying knew that it was not a good time. Both Jin Chuaner and Xiang Ling could come in this lounge. Although they were not afraid of the two women knowing about it, it would be too embarrassing to be bumped into after all.
, and Ping'er is afraid that he will be embarrassed to see people. This is one of the reasons. In addition, he must also consider that he really wants to be affectionate. Ping'er is not inconvenient, so he can only rest here for two days before returning to Beijing. There is no doubt that
It will make her lose face with Zicuckoo and Ying'er.
Although this step will have to be taken sooner or later, Feng Ziying still hopes to leave a better memory for Ping'er's first time, and today is obviously inappropriate.
After playing with it for a while, he took back his hand and held up Ping'er's face, which looked like he had a high fever. His willow eyebrows were surrounded by green mist, and his sandalwood mouth was dotted with cinnabar. Although he couldn't reach it with a sword, Feng Ziying would never miss this scene.
.
He picked up the silver basin-like dimple and kissed her deeply. Amid the squeaking and purring sounds, he could not help but feel affection for his concubine.
Ping'er could also feel the changes in the body of the man next to him, but he was not so impatient, but maintained restraint. Ping'er felt a mixture of fear and joy, and Ping'er's heart was also complicated and unspeakable.
As if feeling the hesitation and confusion of the beauty in her arms, Feng Ziying raised her hand and said, "Ping'er, I like you, but it's not because of Sister Feng, and I don't just like your body. It's you that I like."
This person, do you understand?"
Ping'er's initially confused eyes suddenly lit up, and she seemed to hear the deeper meaning in this man's words.
“What I like is Ping’er’s generosity and indifference, your generosity and gentleness, and your knowledge and expressiveness...”
Each word made Ping'er's heart shudder. The state of being immersed in the sweet honey wine made Ping'er feel indescribably comfortable. This is a man who truly understands himself.
Tears slipped down her cheeks unconsciously, but Ping'er didn't make a sound, nor did she sob or choke. She just felt a sense of satisfaction after being touched.
“Master,……”
"Okay, I understand your current difficulties. I'm afraid Sister Feng and you are both in a daze and don't know where to go? You are still worried about me. Is there ever a time when what I said has not been fulfilled?" Feng Ziying smiled lightly, "
It's still early for Jia Lian to come back. He wrote to me and estimated that he will leave in the second half of next year. Moreover, he will only marry a wife, have concubines and have children, so he still has to go back to Yangzhou. He is now more suitable and satisfied with the life there.
As he said in his letter, he had no interest in the life in the capital city and was tired of it. He felt that he could be more relaxed and comfortable in Yangzhou..."
"Is it because of grandma or the eldest man?" Ping'er took a deep breath and raised his head to look at Feng Ziying.
"Maybe, but maybe it's because of the entire Rongguo Mansion and the entire Jia family?" Feng Ziying seemed to understand some of Jia Lian's mood, "You put too much pressure on him, making him always feel that doing everything in the capital city
Everything will face your scrutiny. If you do it well, no one will praise you, and there will be no benefits. If you do it badly, you will face criticism from all aspects. In Yangzhou, there are no relatives or friends, but you have made more friends.
It's also a mutual business relationship, so there's no need to bear any pressure..."
"Sir, is this a reason?" Ping'er asked, tightening her embroidered jacket tightly and letting Feng Ziying's clutches roam around her warm and flat belly.
"It depends on each person. Some people think that pressure is the driving force, while some people are not willing to live like this..." Feng Ziying shrugged, "Brother Lian is right to choose the latter. In fact, Baoyu estimates in his heart
I have the same idea, but Huan Laosan may be more willing to meet the challenge..."
“I said these have nothing to do with slaves and grandma anymore.” Ping’er pressed her face against Feng Ziying’s chest. She never thought she could do this. Even grandma didn’t seem to enjoy the warmth so peacefully and freely.
"Sister Feng also has a temperament that refuses to admit defeat. Even though she has to leave the Jia family under the current situation, deep down in her heart she refuses to admit defeat. She must be thinking about standing up more gloriously and appearing in the Jia family.
Even in front of people like the Four Families, Jia Lian, Jia She, even Jia Zheng and the ancestors should look at her. Without the Jia family, she can live a more nourishing and dazzling life. Am I right?"
Ping'er bit her lip and nodded, "That's why grandma is working so hard now. She won't let others see her jokes, especially people like the Jia family. In the end, they will choose Erye Lian..."
"Ping'er, no one's choice is wrong. It's just from their own perspectives. You can't expect a family to give up their own family for a woman..." Perhaps because he felt that these words were a bit too harsh, Feng Ziying sighed,
"Everything Sister Feng does in the house is based on her being able to secure the position of Second Mistress Lian, but she failed to give birth to a son for Jia Lian, and she did not get Jia Lian's favor. Even Jia Lian wanted to take you in.
The house was also rejected by Sister Feng, and she had to bear all kinds of pressure from Sister Feng. Don’t think that the rest of the Jia family just turned a blind eye, it’s just that the opportunity was not suitable..."
"So when the time is right, everything will have to be torn down and started all over again. Then what will grandma get from everything she has done for the Jia family and Rongguo Mansion over the years?" Ping'er couldn't help but counterattack, "What she gets is Jia Lian Waina.
The concubine gave birth to a son, and then we were kicked out?"
Stroking Ping'er's loose hair, Feng Ziying shook her head and said leisurely: "This is the choice of life, so there is no need to blame anyone, because we can also choose to choose a different life. Isn't that what Sister Feng is doing now?
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This chapter has been completed!