The feast did not disperse until late at night, and the maids and servants of each room rushed back with their drunken and groggy masters, and the people were busy removing the remnants of the table, and the cups and plates were sent back to the kitchen for cleaning, and those who were on duty at night still returned to their respective posts, and those who had nothing to do and did not want to go to bed early simply secretly gathered together to make fists, roll dice, and continue to drink, and the laughter and noise faintly penetrated the doors and windows hidden everywhere, and secretly flowed in the night.

Mu Fengju, Liu Dingmao kissed his son in the nest for a while, and saw that the hour was not early, so he got up early, Aunt Jiu was too out of confinement, and he could finally share the bed, this month he had long been greedy for this concubine who was more amorous than any woman, watching Yahuan just drop the curtain in front of the kang, he was impatient to get into the bed, "I'm going to die-" Li Wanjiao giggled.

The intoxicating fragrance of green clay incense escaped in the air, and even the air became blurry and slightly drunk, Lan Ling and Lan Xiang did not dare to stay, hurriedly exited the door, and hid in the warm pavilion next to them to wait at any time.

Under the night wind, a figure stood in the darkness under the eaves, and his voice was deeper than the night, "How is it possible that she is so well that she can get up and walk so soon?

The other body was hidden in the deeper darkness, and his voice was even colder, "That night, I suddenly called the little mute to go, and the little mute didn't say what was going on, but just prescribed medicine and watched it come out and asked Aunt Jiu to take a bath, and the little mute left." From now on, Aunt Jiu will no longer go to the kitchen to decoction and decoction, and don't wait for anyone to get touched, even Lan Xiang can't be close to serve, only Lan Ling does personal things alone, you know, that Lan Ling is the dowry she brought from her mother's house, the master and servant have one heart, and others can't compare. ”

The listener suddenly gritted his teeth, and even gritted his silver teeth and gurgled them, and he couldn't wait to bite them and swallow them into his stomach.

It can be seen how much she hates at the moment.

After a long time, she finally suppressed the churning love. Breathed out lightly, "Then let's ask this fox to offer a few more days in front of the master, and besides, what is the name of the maid who serves Wan'er decoction tonight?"

"I've already checked it. Xiao Ding'er, the little girl who worked in the decoction room, usually has a rare opportunity to come out to serve, presumably tonight the medicine woman is greedy and only cares about eating the banquet, and gives the job to the little girl. ”

Ponder for a moment. "Tell Mother Li to change the medicine woman and Xiao Ding'er, and assign them to the grange below to do rough work. A new medicine woman came up, and told her to be vigilant, don't think that my bodhisattva can talk to them at will. Don't be embarrassed. When the time comes, no one will look good. ”

"That's nature. ”

The night breeze swept over the tall ridge of the eaves, making the bitter grass of the previous year rattle.

The two figures were silent for a moment, and one suddenly spoke, "That, since you have ruined your big business, do you want to keep it?"

The other quickly shook his head: "She." I'm still useful, so don't move yet. ”

The two quickly separated, one went out of the courtyard gate, and the other looked up at the sky, the sky was dark on the first day of the new year, and there were no stars and moons.

She suddenly sighed and turned to enter the house.

Lan Mei, who was guarding the gate of the courtyard, watched the eldest lady go in, and then turned around and went back to the house.

In the Shuanghe Garden, the night light is heavy, and a pretty figure threads the needle under the lamp. Sit upright and embroider with your head bowed.

The hourglass slowly dripped off the table.

Time passes in a stitch and a thread.

"Auntie, please rest early, the lamp is bothersome. What should I do if it is boiled?" Yahuan gently added charcoal to the hearth, and reminded her softly behind her, but she didn't dare to come forward to disturb.

"Lan Rui," the third aunt didn't raise her head, but her voice was clear and transparent, without a trace of sleepiness. "It's a long night, how can you tell me to sleep? Even if I'm asleep now, I haven't woken up again in the middle of the night, so I might as well go to bed late, and when I'm tired, I'll sleep until dawn." ”

That being said, the tiredness in his voice was already very thick and thick.

Lan Rui didn't dare to talk back, and slowly knelt on a soft cushion to arrange the colorful silk threads for her.

Because of the wine, the embroidered hand was always trembling slightly, the needle was not steady, the thread was not smooth, and her eyes were confused for a while, but she did not sleep, and stubbornly wanted to embroider, and wanted to numb the emptiness and sadness in her heart with the piercing and overlapping of this needle.

In the soft and comfortable quilt, Liu Dingmao hugged the delicate lump in his arms tightly, rubbed and kissed vigorously, and couldn't wait to gnaw down the tender flesh skin. "Little girl, little baby, after giving birth to a child, you are more and more soft and delicate, I can't hate it...... Oops...... "After all, it was a body over forty, and it quickly became a wheezer, and with the wheezing, the body arched and squeezed a little stiffly. Li Wanjiao chuckled, but she just touched her lips with her hand and kissed it, but her body hid back, "Good master, bypass the slave family, people have just come out of confinement, and their bodies haven't rested yet, they are sour and ......tired" "No, no, no, I want to die...... Isn't this already out of confinement, and it's okay for a woman to be out of confinement......"

"Woo, I'm just afraid it's not good......" Li Wanjiao's coquettish voice was trembling. But the man's body was already burning like fire, and he was not allowed to let it go as he pleased, for fear of provoking his annoyance. Li Wanjiao closed her eyes and said in her heart It doesn't matter, but this time, although she is still on medication, she must want to avoid him tomorrow night...... The lights flickered, and the two bodies rolled together in entanglement.

"Lan Rui, how many years have you been serving with me?"

The third aunt kept the needle and thread in her hand, embroidered slowly, and asked slowly.

Lan Rui didn't have to think about it, she was already familiar with it, "It's been seven years, I was only eleven years old when I gave it to my aunt's wife, I was too young at that time, and my snot couldn't be wiped clean. ”

The third aunt is too chronic, and after following her for a long time, Lan Rui has become soft and quiet.

There was silence, and then suddenly the candle flame crackled, and suddenly it brightened, and then it dimmed.

A large candlestick was already scorched, and the strong smell of wax oil permeated the air.

Lan Rui hurriedly got up and went to cut the candles.

The third aunt's face was bright and dark in the shadows of the lamp, "Lan Rui, what do you think of the eldest lady?"

Lan Rui's hand shook suddenly.

Pondering the words, he cautiously said, "It is said that she is a bodhisattva-hearted person." ”

Bang - the needle pierces the taut white silk.

"That's someone else's statement, what I want to know is your opinion?"

Lan Rui cut off the burnt wick, the candle flame was lit again, she gently walked back to her place, knelt down, and managed the thread.

"Slave," she hesitated for a moment, but was quick to reassure, "Slave is a little different from them. ”

"Oh, what's the difference? (To be continued.) )