Damn it, is this the wife coming home? Or is the emperor coming in person?
Jia Lian turned over and grabbed the quilt to cover his head.
I still heard someone laughing in the distance, like silver bells.
The courtyard was surprisingly quiet, even quieter than when Jia Lian was the only one.
It was so quiet that only one person's footsteps could be heard, and then a sassy but not shrill female voice came:
"Okay, let's all disperse."
As footsteps approached, I could hear someone opening the curtain, rustling clothes, jingling rings, and someone entering the house.
That voice is still very sassy:
"You all get out, don't come in unless you tell me."
I could only hear the sound of the curtain being lowered, but no other footsteps or breathing could be heard.
Jia Lian thought: Damn! Is this a ghost house?
Another soft sigh came from the outside room, and it was unexpectedly pleasant. The female voice sounded again, and it was already much softer:
"Oh Ping'er, let me sigh lightly this day, but I'm exhausted.
This matter is finally over today.
The ancestors are the ancestors, and they have already made plans in their hearts, but they just didn’t say it.
Ever since I said I wanted to pick up Miss Lin, my wife had been whispering and talking about cleaning up the guest room several times, but she just didn't answer.
Today, when it was almost time to go to bed, Miss Lin's nanny came to ask about the house, and the old lady took off the lid of the pot. It turned out that she had already made up her mind to take Miss Lin to live with her.
My wife asked me to clean up the guest room before and said that when Miss Lin comes, she will arrange to go in directly without asking the old lady. Fortunately, I ignored it."
I heard another gentle and peaceful female voice say:
"Second Mistress, please take a break. You are busy from morning to night, even a hardened person can't stand it."
"By the way, Ping'er, Baoyu and Miss Lin all live in the blue gauze cupboard on the other side of the old lady. Each has a wet nurse and a eldest girl. How can they not be crowded? Tomorrow morning, ask someone to hurry over and take care of the girl.
It would be better to move the cabinets in the Bisha cabinet to the outside and add a large nanmu screen."
After a pause, he said again:
"Sister Lin came from afar, and the clothes she brought must be limited. The clothes of her maids and nannies also need to be redone. Tomorrow you call the tailor and go there early in the morning. If you wait until the old lady opens her mouth,
, but it seems that we are not doing our job well."
Ping'er said:
"I see, how many things are going on in this big family? It all depends on grandma alone. Do we have to worry about it today? There is no time to think about it tomorrow, so let's take a rest first.
Second Mistress only took care of the old lady during dinner, and she didn't have to take a few bites. I asked someone to prepare some duck porridge, and I'll bring it over."
Jia Lian secretly thought: This is the standard "strong woman" character. In modern society, she is the standard "white-bone spirit".
The ring made a soft sound, and the man came into the inner room.
"Second Master is back? Did you drink too much with that guy again?"
Following the words, an intoxicating scent of roses floated into Jia Lian's nose, refreshing her heart and mind.
Jia Lian couldn't help but turn over.
From the gap in the quilt, the first thing Jia Lian saw was an emerald flowered crepe skirt with a pea green palace ribbon tied around the skirt and a double-sided rose pendant.
Looking further up, there is a strand of gold and a hundred butterflies wearing a bright red satin narrow jacket. It is worn on a slender and coquettish waist. It has an indescribable moving curve. How can it be called beautiful?
Just as he was about to look up, the man had already come closer, and then a soft hand reached into the quilt and touched his face.
Poor thirty-year-old Jia Lian in her previous life, although she dared to flirt with girls online, she was still a virgin in reality. It was the first time that she was treated so tenderly by a woman.
Jia Lian couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart, his whole body felt hot, and his thoughts were running wild.
At the same time, Jia Lian saw the slender white jade-like hands and the bright red nails like onion tubes, which were almost an inch long.
For some reason, Jia Lian instantly thought of Mei Chaofeng.
There is also a mouse spirit in "Journey to the West" who smiles softly and digs into the monk's skull with his bright red nails.
Jia Lian stood up, but his eyes widened in shock at the woman in front of him.
After exhausting his imagination all his life, he still had no idea that the legendary concubine and fairy actually looked like the person in front of him.
Jia Lian was used to seeing artificial beauties with awl faces and big eyes. It was the first time that Jia Lian saw such a beauty who could be worthy of the words "pink face and spring".
There is no lack of sass in her, her peach cheeks are blown open, and her pretty face is as handsome as a morning cloud. People can't help but want to reach out and touch it gently. And those cherry red lips are filled with the most desired color.
The simplest lip shape, the indescribable bone-eroding temptation.
She wore a golden bun with eight treasures and beads on her head, a hairpin with five phoenixes hanging from the Chaoyang River, and a red gold necklace on her neck. This bunch of dazzling and resplendent jewelry only added to her grace.
Nothing can take away the beauty of her appearance.
Sure enough, only real beauties deserve real jewelry.
Such a life-threatening beauty is the "King of Hell's Wife" that he complains about every day?
Jia Lian only heard himself shouting: I'm dead, I'm dead! I actually have such a beautiful wife! If I die, I'll die!
Wang Xifeng didn't know that "this Jia Lian is no longer Jia Lian". When she saw him suddenly sitting up in shock, staring at her, she laughed:
"We haven't seen each other for only two months, have you forgotten what my yellow-faced woman looks like?"
He sat down next to Jia Lian, leaned his fragrant and soft body towards Jia Lian, put his red lips close to Jia Lian's ear, lowered his voice and said coquettishly: "I've been asking you to do it for two months, but do you miss me?
”
Her breath was like orchid, blowing warmly into Jia Lian's ears. It was the first time that Jia Lian was so close to such a beautiful woman, and his cheeks turned red.
Sister Feng thought he was blushing because he was drunk, so she suddenly rubbed her cheek gently on Jia Lian's cheek and smiled:
"I ate too much and drank too much the first day I came back. Let's see how you agree to me tonight."
Before Jia Lian could react, she left Jia Lian's body again, looked serious, and said to Ping'er who was hiding aside:
"After you change my clothes, you can go back. I don't need you to serve me here.
I won’t eat the duck porridge either. You bring a bowl to Miss Lin’s nanny, and you can eat the rest yourself.”
Only then did Jia Lian meet the legendary "Ping'er".
Different from Wang Xifeng's bright and pretty appearance, Ping'er, who was standing quietly by the door, although she was already dressed as a concubine, still had the elegance and beauty of a handsome girl, just like the graceful daffodils standing on the window sill. Especially her pair of smart and soft almond eyes, her gaze
He is humble and gentle, as if he can see into people's hearts.
Jia Lian sighed repeatedly in his heart: What a blessing! What a blessing! What a blessing!
After a while, Ping'er helped Sister Feng take off her makeup, change into homely clothes, and then quietly went out.
As soon as the door was closed, Xifeng's serious expression suddenly changed. With a giggle, she threw Jia Lian on the bed, got into Jia Lian's arms, and rubbed the soft parts of her body on Jia Lian's chest.
Jia Lian, who was about to be knocked unconscious by Yanfu, didn't know where to put his hands and feet for a moment. He only felt dizzy and his body was hot, as if he was going to be sick.
The "King of Hell's Wife" who had been suffocating him now turned into the "Fairy Wife". She suddenly hugged him and licked Jia Lian's earlobe again and again with the tip of her soft and hot tongue:
"Nothing I can say will let you go tonight, you are dead."