Geng Scroll Chapter 41: The Night of Rongguofu (4)
Feng Ziying was also a little embarrassed.
It was true that I missed my appointment last time, but at that time I was about to rush to Yongping Mansion to take up my post and it was too late. This time it seemed that it would be a bit unjustifiable.
Looking at the time, it is already Haizheng. It is indeed a bit late, but it is impossible for me to have another chance to come here tomorrow, which is really difficult to do.
The beauty in her arms choked and sobbed, which made Feng Ziying soften her heart. Fortunately, Sister Feng's yard was not in the Grand View Garden, otherwise it would have been really difficult.
"Let's go, Ping'er, you've already talked about this, what else can I say?" Feng Ziying paused, "You go back first, I will come later, and don't show your side.
Traces."
Ping'er was so embarrassed, "Grandma just wants to say a few words to me..."
Feng Ziying snorted, "If I pass, then you won't be able to do it anymore."
Ping'er was so frightened that he hesitated to speak. He was glared at by Feng Ziying and was frightened back. But in this situation, what if this man passed by and refused to leave?
Although Sister Feng's courtyard is not small, it is full of people and chatty people. If you go there at night, you will be afraid of being criticized. It is not suitable to meet at this time.
However, Ping'er saw that his grandma was very sleepy when she came back from the morning. He also heard that Uncle Feng was in the garden in the afternoon, probably going to Dai Chai's two daughters, but for dinner, he had wine in Yihong Courtyard and drank too much.
After a few drinks, we stayed in the guest house in the mansion and had an idea in mind. She told Sister Feng that she remained silent. She obviously agreed in her heart, so Ping'er plucked up the courage to leave this time.
At the beginning, I also thought that if other people in the yard asked, they would help ask about the second master Lian. After all, this Qiao sister is still the flesh and blood of the second master Lian. It has been almost a year since the second master Lian left, and there is no news about it.
No, even if they are reconciled, it shouldn't be like this. It's obvious that they don't want to miss Shu.
For this reason, some people murmured in their hearts, but now that the Second Mistress is no longer a member of the Jia family, she can afford even a few criticisms in secret.
But if this man wants to spend the night in the courtyard, that would be a completely different matter. If word spreads, I am afraid that the Second Mistress will not be able to stay in the Rongguo Mansion.
It's just that at this time, if I say anything else, I'm afraid this man will be annoyed.
"Do you have a corner gate in your yard?" Feng Ziying suddenly asked.
Ping'er was shocked and shook his head: "There is no corner door, only the half door in front."
Feng Ziying shook her head, but she couldn't do anything at this time, "Okay, you go back first, I will come later."
Ping'er felt uneasy and walked quickly back to his yard. He pushed the door open and entered the house. He saw Sister Feng leaning on the table with her elbows and her chin resting on her wrists. She seemed to be in a trance. She was frightened by Ping'er's sudden opening of the door.
He jumped for a moment, then a look of relief appeared on his face, "Brother Keng doesn't want to come?"
"Yes, no matter how much the servant tried to persuade him, he just tried to evade him in every possible way. In the end, he went into the house and covered his head so that he couldn't sleep." Ping'er pretended to be angry.
Wang Xifeng had a sad smile on his face, and there was frost on the corners of his brows, "Which of these men is not like this? He is now a famous master of the capital. He fought with the Mongolian soldiers and gained a reputation for being both civil and military. Everyone in the capital was shocked. Do you think he is still alive?"
Can it be like the past? I broke my promise before seeing you, hum,..."
"What grandma said is not right. It was indeed the reason last time. He had to travel far away to take office, and he was very busy both in public and private matters. As for this time,..." Ping'er secretly laughed in his heart. Grandma kept saying not to go, but this time she came back.
When he said that Uncle Feng was not coming, his color immediately changed, and a layer of frost could be scraped off his face. There is nothing worse than duplicity.
"Humph, what about this time? You're drunk or tired. You can rest in the house, but you can't walk a few steps?"
After Wang Xifeng reconciled with Jia Lian, she was particularly sensitive in this regard. Suddenly, she felt that Brother Keng, who had been teasing and teasing her in every possible way, had changed her mind. The sting caused by the sour and miserable feeling made her want to go crazy with rage.
Forgetting the indifferent look on his face before, he pretended to stop Ping'er from looking for him.
"Who said I can't walk?" Feng Ziying, who pushed the door open and walked in, said with a bit more teasing, "Sister Feng, I don't have confidence after all this?"
"Ah?!" Feng Ziying was so frightened by the sudden intrusion that she covered her chest and mouth, and sat upright suddenly. Wang Xifeng looked in disbelief, and quickly turned her gaze to Ping'er, who covered her mouth and smiled softly. Only then did she realize that she was in love with him.
He was taken aback, and immediately said viciously: "Okay, Ping'er, you little hooves, now you are actually cooperating with outsiders to tease me..."
"Who is an outsider?" Feng Ziying sat on the other side of the kang in a grand manner, "Sister Feng, your words are a bit hurtful."
"Grandma, Master, keep your voice down, there are people in the yard." Ping'er was also startled. Feng Ziying also came too fast. He was afraid that this person would rush in before the yard door could be closed.
I don't know if anyone else saw it.
The people in this courtyard must not be hidden. When you come in from the main entrance, there are people in the side rooms on both sides and in the lower room next to the door. Even though this sister Feng's courtyard is just like this, it is really spacious and the rooms are
There are quite a few, so of course there are also servants. Lala Zaza probably has about ten people.
"It's okay, I just want to chat a few words to prevent anyone from gossiping behind my back." Feng Ziying leaned on the kang, and he casually pressed the gold heart green satin cushion behind his back, as well as the five-color butterfly satin
He was sitting on the big mattress under his buttocks, with one foot already kicking off his boot, as if he were the owner of the house.
"Hmph, I knew it..." Wang Xifeng felt sour in her heart, and her face turned cold again, "If you just want to gossip, then just say it and leave quickly, otherwise I will provoke gossip and humiliate you in the capital.
Big red man,..."
Feng Ziying didn't care, she didn't even bother to look at Wang Xifeng, she just looked at Ping'er and said, "Look, what I said is right. It's wrong to come, and it's wrong not to come. Only women and villains are difficult to raise. This
The words are true or not."
Ping'er smiled and said nothing, but Wang Xifeng was annoyed, "Brother Keng, if you say that, then leave quickly, don't stay here with me..."
"Well, Sister Feng, this is what you said..." Feng Ziying raised her buttocks, turned over and left.
"Go away, go away!..." Wang Xifeng was even more embarrassed, angry and sad. She didn't know why this man, who was several years younger than herself, suddenly broke into her heart and occupied a corner of her heart.
I can't get rid of it. I was still worried about what happened to him in Yongping Mansion, but now he is so ruthless and unreasonable, and I feel that I am in vain.
Hearing Ping'er's anxious voice, which seemed to be trying to persuade him, the man muttered a few words, and then he heard Xiao Hong asking something. Finally, after a burst of sound, someone seemed to have walked out of the door, and then Ping'er heard
He ordered Xiaohong and the ladies to lock the door.
Wang Xifeng was angry and anxious, her eyes suddenly turned red, and her tears couldn't help but roll down. She leaned on the bed and wiped away a few tears sadly, her heart becoming more and more cruel... She never thought of this.
When we go out to meet each other, it will turn out like this...
Ping'er also talked to Xiaohong for a while in the yard. It was already late at this time, so he told everyone to go back to their houses and sleep.
After waiting for a long time, Ping'er didn't come in.
Wang Xifeng originally wanted to have a peaceful talk in Haosheng and scold those heartless men. Last time, she had a big deal. She never thought that it was just a silver pewter gun tip and words to decorate the appearance.
, but I am deeply afraid of being contaminated with bad luck.
While she was annoyed, Wang Xifeng walked out of the main room, but did not see Ping'er. She was a little surprised, but she was in a bad mood, so she didn't think much about it, so she went straight in through the small door on the verandah and returned to the west wing.
The east wing is where Sister Qiao lives. However, Sister Qiao didn't sleep well during this period, so she was taken to the temple to stay for a few days by the nanny. The west wing is where Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng originally lived. It is next to the west wing.
The two rooms at the back of the west wing are also empty, one is Ping'er's room and the other is used as a storage room.
This is also a common arrangement for wealthy families. The wing room is the bedroom of the master and his wife. It is inevitable for a young couple to have a good relationship with each other. If they are tossing a lot, they will inevitably have to spend the whole night umming. If the servants listen to it, it is naturally inappropriate to stand in the corner.
So either the maids living in the same room live next to each other, or it's a storage room.
However, after he and Jia Lian reconciled, Ping'er spent most of his time living in the penthouse with Wang Xifeng. Unlike before, even though he lived in the penthouse and could only watch nights outside on the kang, now he spends most of his time with Wang Xifeng.
I have a bed, but I still have my own room.
After lying on the kang outside for a while, Ping'er never came in. The more Wang Xifeng thought about it, the more she felt sad and angry. However, she heard a sound of footsteps at the door. She thought it was Ping'er coming in, so she scolded her without even raising her head: "Could it be that I went to meet that person?"
You are a wild man, and you still can’t bear to come back? I’m afraid you’ve already left without a trace, right?”
"It is true that the shadow is not visible, but the person is actually here." The calm and slightly joking voice was like five thunders striking the head. Wang Xifeng was so shocked that he turned over suddenly, only to see who this was if it wasn't Feng Ziying.
Before Wang Xifeng could scream in surprise, Feng Ziying had already strode over. One hand passed under her armpit, and the other passed over the crook of her knee. She picked her up and went straight to the inner room.
Go to bed.
It was so frightening that Wang Xifeng struggled violently. Even so, he did not dare to be so unrestrained. If anyone found out, he would really have no choice but to hang himself with a three-foot white silk ribbon.
"Brother Keng, I can't do it, I can't do it!" I felt like the world was spinning, and all that was left was the familiar carved tent top of the bed, the bright red lotus flowers and the mandarin ducks playing in the water, Wang Xifeng
His whole body was shaking wildly, and before he could shout again, he was choked by the suppressed heat.
After a few groans, Wang Xifeng's body slumped down, her embroidered jacket was half untied, her long skirt was lifted up, and the sweat towel was gently pulled, and the pine flower plain white damask brocade coat fell down, and only that was reflected in Feng Ziying's eyes.
A piece of white flowers...
Ping'er locked the small door of the veranda, his face was red as fire, and he stood outside the house tearing the sweat towel in his hand, with a bit of relief in his brows.