Taking advantage of the daybreak, Feng Ziying picked up Qingwen and walked out. Qingwen could not suppress her screams and had already left the outside room.
The cool air in the morning 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 mistress who values privacy very much.
This inner courtyard is not big. Except for Qingwen and Yun Shang, only the daughter and her wet nurse can enter. After nightfall, 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 outside maids to enter the inner courtyard. The two of them did the usual cleaning and cleaning by themselves. For the other mistress's personal maids, It is rare for people to live in such a place as a 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 toe, and the door was slammed shut.
After getting used to the dimmed light in the house, Feng Ziying took a serious look at the facilities in the house.
The West House is not big, but it is extremely clean and tidy..
The one-liter kang is covered 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 a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and neatly folded quilts along the wall.
There is a dressing table next to the Kang, with an oval bronze mirror the size of a human head standing on the table, and two wooden boxes of unknown pomade or balm placed on it.
There is a brocade stool, and a meticulous painting of a lady hanging against the wall, probably 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 have truly realized 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 spoil my mood."
"It's up to you to decide whether it's good or not." Feng Ziying sniffed the aroma lingering on the tip of her nose with some affection. The two Mimura nails, which were like onion tubes, were dyed red by buttercups, which seemed to symbolize something.
This bad-tempered girl was at a loss for words at this time, her body was shrinking, panting, and her eyebrows were so charming and confused that he couldn't help but hug her tighter, wishing he could bury himself in her body.
In three steps and two steps at a time, Feng Ziying got on the kang and put Qingwen on the bed. At this moment, Qingwen pulled up the quilt and covered 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 busyness, 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.
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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.
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 the rest of my life."
Qingwen blushed with embarrassment and said: "Master, I'd better leave it to my 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 and remember it carefully. Maybe this is the target.
Yes, it can also become a testimony for children in the future.”
But Qingwen was so frightened by these words 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 such a narrow-minded person..."
"Grandma is very kind and righteous to this slave. I would never be able to do something like this." Qingwen shook her head like a rattle, touching the wound, her face changed slightly, and she took a breath.
Seeing this, Feng Ziying quickly held onto the other person's smooth waist and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm going to show you my face today, and you can be considered my own. You and Yun Shang are both against you."
My grandma is very loyal, but I think she is better than me."
"Hey, I 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 cried out for help and suffered a lot. In the end, the pain came to an end. The coping strategies Yun Shang and Xiang Ling said were forgotten, and she could only grit her teeth and endure.
"That's not the case, I just didn't expect that you and Yunshang 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 specially told the slave to take good care of me 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.
Seeing the signs, he quickly begged for mercy: "Master, I really can't bear it. If I haven't had enough fun yet, I will get up and go over there to call Jin Chuan'er, or call that coquettish Siqi to come..."
Feng Ziying laughed, "Why not talk about Xiangling or Ying'er, or Yuchuan'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 be in love with me after Grandma Bao Er agrees?" As for Yuchuan'er, she is looking at me longingly, but she seems to be going to Rongguo Mansion to see her mother and me today. I heard her talk yesterday."
Feng Ziying took back 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 antagonistic. Every time they met, they had to quarrel a few times. One of them was dissatisfied with the other.
, why haven’t you noticed for a few days and your relationship is still on good terms?”
"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 ask for others to be as arrogant as others. He wants the young lady's temper to be used in front of others and not to 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 place her in the right position. In Feng Ziying's opinion, this was not the case.
This girl just has a sensitive heart and 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 sensitive personality, coupled with her unforgiving nature.
Her mouth made her an unpopular character in the Grand View Garden. On the contrary, smooth and rounded women like Xi Ren, She Yue and Qiu Wen 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, but 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 personalities. There is no other barrier. What about Siqi?"
"My servant and Siqi have a very good relationship." Qingwen saw the disbelief on Feng Ziying's face and sneered, "How did I know that my servant and Siqi were not getting along?"
Feng Ziying shook her head, "When you two met, one sneered and the other spoke bitterly. How come this is still a sign of sympathy between sisters?"
Being 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, causing the lower half of her neck to bulge, which was fascinating.
"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 known how she would have been humiliated by the gang of low-level people in the Rongguo Mansion.
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 should 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.
Excellent, especially the one about protecting the Lord, Feng Ziying praised it even more.