Song said: "I said the wrong thing. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Wen Lang, don't be angry, I'll go get some hot water for you." ”

Wen Shaoqing looked at her supple appearance, and felt a lot more comfortable: "Hmm." ”

He tilted his head on the soft bed, it was time to rest after having been with those young masters for so many days.

When the Song family brought hot water, Wen Shaoqing was about to fall asleep. When he heard the movement, he sat up, took the towel she handed over and wiped his face.

"Whoa, whoa. Song slowly poured hot water into the wooden barrel, a piece of heat was rising, the eyebrows and eyes were gentle and focused, the black hair hung down on the chest, the sleeves slipped down to reveal the wrists, the eyebrows were not described, and the skin was white and greasy like fat without powder, beautiful but not charming, elegant as a summer syrup.

With a slight difficulty, Song lifted the barrel and placed it at his feet. Squatted down, carefully took off his boots and socks for him, held his feet and put them in the wooden bucket, gently washed him with water and massaged the soles of his feet.

Wen Shaoqing closed his eyes comfortably and fell asleep. He was thinking about a few days of spring hunting, in addition to hunting, where to take that group of young masters to have a good time, I heard that Zhou Shao loves singing and dancing and loves beautiful women. As long as those people have preferences, it is not a problem, flies do not bite seamless eggs, they are only afraid that the eggs will be smooth and flawless.

Song raised his eyes, saw that he looked a little tired between his eyebrows, took a handkerchief to dry his feet, and asked, "Wen Lang, I made a pair of boots for you, do you want to try it to see if it fits." ”

"There are many of these things in the house, and if you do it, you will go to the steward and receive it later. I'm sleepy, sleepy," sleepiness struck, Wen Shaoqing vaguely agreed, his eyes didn't open, he turned over and fell asleep.

“…… Okay, then Wen Lang, go to bed early. Song dried his hands with the skirt on his body, and then spread out the futon to cover him properly, sat on the edge of the bed and quietly looked at his sleeping eyebrows, stretched out his hand to touch him, her hand stopped in mid-air, she saw her rough hand, and retracted it again.

I'm afraid to slap his face.

After a while, Song cleaned up the house, turned around and poured water with a wooden bucket.

The back is small and thin.

Wen Shaoqing lay in the soft and refreshing futon and slept soundly.

At that time, he probably wouldn't have imagined that after a spring hunt, he would never sleep with this woman again.

When Wen Shaoqing took a few truckloads of supplies and many family members, and went out of the house to go spring hunting in high spirits on a tall horse, the Song family couldn't take a look, she really wanted to send him off, after all, she would go for half a month as soon as she left, Wen Shaoqing told her not to show her face, so she didn't go out.

She sat on the threshold, holding two boots in her arms, looking at the door of the small courtyard in a daze.

The pear blossoms in the yard are blooming just right, and the petals are falling in a flutter.

Wistfully.

It seemed that the next moment, Wen Shaoqing would appear at the gate of the courtyard and smile at her.

Wen Shaoqing still couldn't walk in the boots made by the Song family after all.

Although the Song family is Wen Shaoqing's roommate, she has no name in the end.

What's more, Wen Shaoqing raised her in a small garden, rarely went out, and food and clothing were sent by other subordinates, even if there was no maid by her side, the Song family's treatment was still good.

After a few days, Xu is Wen Shaoqing was not there, and the subordinates were much more sluggish. Song's clothes have not been washed by the maid for a long time.

Song loves cleanliness, and there are honey locusts in the house, so she puts her dress in a basket and carries a bucket to go out to fetch water.

As soon as he arrived at the water room, a figure crashed into him, causing Song to stumble, and the bucket in his hand fell to the ground with a bang and rolled a few times.

"Hey, hey, who is so unsightly, is actually hitting people. The maid Donglan turned around with the copper plate serving the soup, and said angrily: "I spilled the eldest lady's green plum soup, how can the caretaker clean you up!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Song hurriedly apologized, quietly rubbing his aching hand.

Donglan looked her up and down and walked around her for half a circle: "Who are you, why haven't I seen you?"

Song said: "I am ...... Late autumn in the west courtyard. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did the old lady's porridge spill?" she asked to check with concern.

"Hey, don't touch the old lady's things, beware of you hitting the board," Dong Lan turned the things in her hand in the direction, didn't show her, and glanced at the bucket on the ground, "Regardless of your early autumn and late autumn, I don't think you're busy, just come to fetch water, in this way, you help me bring this to the eldest lady's room, I don't know if I ate the overnight chicken leg in the morning, my stomach hurts so badly, I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet." ”

"Old lady's room?" The old lady she had never seen before, and she didn't know where the old lady's room was: "I don't know where the lady's room is." ”

"I don't know where the old lady's room is, how did you do it. No, I can't hold it back," Donglan pushed the copper plate into her arms and covered her stomach: "Who is that, you go from here, cross the garden in front of you and turn right into Tonghuayuan and see the old lady's room." ”

Song hurriedly picked it up, for fear of spilling, and held the soup bowl. Touching the cold body of the bowl, she said, "This soup...... It seems to be cold......"

"The old lady wants to eat cold soup to suppress the anger, you don't care? I'm going to the toilet. Donglan hurried away.