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I don't know how Shaoqing prepared for the spring hunt. Song glanced at the sky outside the window, it was already evening, and he hadn't come back yet.

When he went out in the early morning, he also smiled Yan Yan and told her about the grand occasion of the spring hunt, admittedly, she had never seen it, listening to him, she could imagine her beloved Lang Jun galloping on the hunting ground in high spirits.

Song lowered her head and smiled quietly, she put down the needle and thread in her hand, got up and touched the fire fold to light the oil lamp, picked the wick, and the bean-sized lamp beat brighter and illuminated.

There were two small dishes on the table, which were already cold. She's still waiting for him to come back.

She gathered a coat, draped it over her shoulders, sat down by the window, put the needlework basket in her bosom, and picked up the men's boots that were still a few stitches away and sewed them up carefully. Her hands look small and delicate compared to the huge men's boots, the skin on the back of her hands is as white as jade, perhaps because she has done too much rough work, and her palms have thin calluses, and there are also many fine rough lines, which are thought to be left by cracking in winter.

A stitch and a thread, so focused. She wanted to wear a pair of boots with thick soles and wearable soles when Wen Lang went out.

When the country was ruined and the family died, wandering with a group of homeless people, on the way the mother-in-law was seriously ill, there was no silver tael, the doctor of the hospital refused to treat it, at that time it was already penniless and desperate, which taught her a sixteen-year-old girl where to get so many silver taels, in a hurry, she sold herself to a large family Wenfu as a maid, and gave the silver taels to the old woman to see a doctor.

After the old woman recovered from her illness, she thanked her very much, and left with the group of wanderers, and she stayed in the Wen Mansion.

Fortunately, she met Wen Lang. Wen Lang said that he loved her very much and gave her a nice name, Song Wanqiu. Mother once said that in a woman's life, the most rare thing is to have a lover, and Song feels that she is enough for all this in front of her.

"Shhh ”

Without paying attention, he was pricked with the tip of a needle on his index finger, and bean-sized blood came out.

Song didn't care, put his finger in his mouth, and sucked it gently. Lowering his eyebrows, he carefully knotted the last stitch, buried himself in gently biting the needle and thread with his teeth, and picked up the scissors in the basket to repair the velvet on the edge of the shoe.

"Alright. She muttered, her eyes bright. Hold a boot in one hand, hold it up in the air, and look carefully left and right to see if there are any disordered needles and threads.

The material of the upper of the boots is brocade satin, and the edge of the shoe is embroidered with delicate auspicious cloud piping, and the old mother of the housekeeper does not seem to pay much attention to her, even if the first few **** said that she wants to make shoes for Wen Guanren, the old mother refuses to give her a foot and a half of brocade cloth.

In desperation, she had no choice but to remove the satin futon cover, wash and dry it and use it to make boot uppers, and use her meager monthly money to buy some cotton and linen materials for making shoes.

Wen Shaoqing often went to the Song family to stay overnight, probably because she was afraid that the young master would blame her, so the old mother in charge reluctantly gave her a new bedding cover.

A light like a bean.

She sat by the lamp and stared at her boots for a long time. It seems that Wen Lang must look good in his clothes.

Song lowered his eyebrows and smiled, carefully placed the men's boots on the ground, for fear of soiling the upper, lifted the layers of skirt corners, took off his shoes and socks, revealing his white and small feet, put them into the huge men's boots, and got up and walked two steps.

The boots were too big for her feet.

The insoles are smooth and do not grind the feet. Well, so be it.

She took off her shoes and carefully tucked them into the cupboard. When I raised my eyes, I saw Wen Shaoqing pushing the door in with a smile.

Wen Shaoqing's skin is very handsome, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his peach blossom eyes are like spring water in March, the white jade on the crown is crystal mellow, and his forehead is adorned with an eastern pearl, which is brilliant, and he wears an indigo straight brocade gown that sets off his jade tree in the wind.

Song's eyes lit up: "Wen Lang." ”

Wen Shaoqing agreed again and again, buckled the door, grabbed her into her arms, buried her nose in her black hair and took a deep breath, grabbed her small chin between two fingers, looked at her face carefully, and said, "Do you miss me, beauty?"

Song's face suddenly turned red and he lowered his head. Although she has been together for some time, she is still very shy, and she only promises: "No...... Didn't ......."

Wen Shaoqing used a little dexterity with his fingers, forced her to look up, caressed her beautiful and well-behaved eyebrows lovingly, and leaned into her ear and asked, "Really?"

The warm moisture sprayed on her earlobe, and Song Shi parted his hand, and lowered his head deeper: "...... The food was cold...... I...... I'm going to heat it. ”

He said he was going to push him away.

But he never thought that he was caught by Wen Shaoqing: "Haha, I've eaten it, I amused you, beauty." I am in a good mood today, everything is ready, Zhou Shao promised to ask General Pei's great-grandson Bai Kousheng to go spring hunting together. It's worth it. ”

Song raised his eyes and said happily, "Really." Wen Lang grasped it well, made some friends, and his official career was smoother in the future. ”

"Beauty, you know a lot. Calligraphy, painting, chess, and characters, the country's fortune and official career, everything is clear, but he is also a virtuous helper. It's a pity......"

Song looked at him: "What's a pity?"

Wen Shaoqing's face was embarrassed, knowing that he had missed his mouth. Hurriedly laughed and covered up: "It's a pity that it's a daughter." It's still a beautiful beauty. ”

Song smiled indifferently: "In the past, Dada let me read and read, just so that I could recognize female virtue. Mother said that her daughter's family is three from four virtues, which is her duty. ”

Wen Shaoqing's smile instantly turned cold: "I've told you many times, I can't call Dada anymore, I want to call Dada." Mother wants to change her name to Niang, don't tell me your Yuanmeng language. ”