The magnificent sunset spreads out and evenly sprinkles on the courtyard of King An's mansion, as if wearing an orange-red glow robe. A tree www.biquge.info of golden apricots is ripe, like hanging golden lanterns, which are particularly gorgeous in the sunset.

A touch of crimson glow was moving, slowly moving on the gentle pale clothes, and reflecting her beautiful eyes.

Afraid that Chu Zhaohui would wait anxiously, Wen Wan wrapped the cloak on her body and walked to the inner courtyard with the hand of agarwood.

Chu Zhaohui has not taken care of his makeup these days, and his complexion is a little haggard, for fear that Wen Wan will know that he will feel distressed, so he specially asked Mingzhu to refresh himself for him.

She pulled a low bun, inserted a ruyi pattern jasper hairpin in a straight way, and also put two small pale blue gauze daisies on the bun, and at this time changed to a Hangzhou silk curtain with azure silver thread embroidered silk chrysanthemums, and put a soft pale blue plain Hangzhou silk shawl on her shoulders, loosely pulled between her sleeves.

Filial piety does not apply fat powder, Chu Zhaohui only used rose balm to cover the faint dark green under his eyes, and repainted his eyebrows with Luozidai, and looked a lot more energetic.

Hearing the report, Wen Wan had already entered the Weeping Flower Gate, and couldn't wait for her to enter the house, Chu Zhaohui greeted Mrs. Xin with a smile, and the two went out to greet her.

Mingzhu went out of the door, feeling a chill on her face, and wanted to turn back to get Chu Zhaohui's cloak, but she waved her hand to stop her: "Just stand under the corridor, this moment and a half of effort, what's the matter." ”

Concubine Xin hurriedly took Mingzhu left and right, supported her arm, and said with a soft smile: "You are really anxious, you can't even wait for a moment and a half, you don't care about your body like this, and you can't earn a few complaints from the county lord." ”

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and when they heard Concubine Xin's arrangement, Chu Zhaohui just covered his lips and chuckled, but his face was full of happy expectations. All the way out of the door of the warm pavilion, I walked to the hand-copying verandah outside, and stood in front of the parrot frame under the porch and waited for Wen Wan.

Wen Wan and Agarwood entered the inner courtyard one after the other, turned the large red sandalwood interlude of Magu holding her birthday, and stepped on the hexagonal stone road paved with ice cracks.

The grape-patterned cloak of the stone blue vase was lifted by the wind, and the gentle steps were hurried, revealing a wisp of turquoise skirt as she walked, and a stone blue magnolia flower embroidered on it was particularly eye-catching.

Just after crossing the threshold of the main room, Wen Wan saw that Chu Zhaohui was not waiting in the room, but was supported by Concubine Xin, standing under the corridor and waiting.

A parrot stand hung diagonally above her head, and the snow-white parrot inside fluttered its wings and made a melodious cry. The hair was combed in a dignified bun, the clothes matching azure and plain blue on his body were restrained and quiet, and Chu Zhaohui's kind smile poured from his eyebrows, bright and warm, looking at himself so kindly.

In Xiangyuanbo's mansion, Wen Wan rarely enjoys the nourishment of family affection. Father's love is a fantasy, and Uncle Xiang himself can't remember how many children there are in the house.

Mother's love is extremely pitiful, it's not that Zhou Ruosu doesn't care for her daughter, it's just that Mrs. Xiangyuan's difficulties are so difficult that she can't stand up, she can't even shelter herself, how to talk about giving her daughter the warmth she deserves.

Wen Wan's greatest gratitude to her biological mother is that when she was beaten by Mrs. Bo, Zhou Ruosu did not hesitate to drag her body with bruises all over her body to protect her.

Like alcohol, like warm sun, like a clear spring, and like a harbor, this kind of maternal love has only been given by Chu Zhaohui.

Looking at Chu Zhaohui's earnest gaze, Wen Wan's heart was sour, and she hurriedly stepped forward, took off the cloak on her body, draped it on Chu Zhaohui, and held Mingzhu's arm with her hand.

As Concubine Xin said, as soon as Wen Wan opened her mouth, she was also angry and coquettish, and every sentence contained complaints, but it was particularly useful in Chu Zhaohui's ears. She said hurriedly: "Now that the weather is getting cold in the morning and evening, my mother is frail, how can she not know how to cherish herself, but after a moment's effort, why do you have to stand outside and wait?"

The gentle cloak was smoked on the smoker, it was her own plain fragrance, there was a faint scent of sandalwood, as soon as the cloak was put on, the faint scent of sandalwood lingered on Chu Zhaohui's nose.

Chu Zhaohui has been practicing Buddha all year round, and the smell of sandalwood is particularly peaceful. She stretched out her slender wrist, held her gentle hand and smiled softly: "I am so delicate when I breathe out from one nostril with Xin Mei? Mother is either sitting or lying down all day, and she also wants to walk a few steps to move her muscles and bones." ”

A little girl had already opened the curtains, and several people entered the warm pavilion together. The corner of the wall has already been caged, and the silver silk frost charcoal stove is not burning, but it is slightly cold, and there is a warm fragrance on the face.

The little girl took the cloak on Chu Zhaohui's body and put it on the smoke cage, Mingzhu had already opened the little girl to fetch water for Wen Wan to clean her face, and ordered someone to serve tea and pour water. She held the teacup in her own hand and brought it to the three of them with a smile.

Concubine Xin now lives in the main courtyard and can be regarded as half a master. She sat with her for a while, and then did not disturb the mother and daughter talking, but set up a kang table to eat according to the gentle taste. He sat quietly next to him, listening to the small talk of the mother and daughter, and his hands were not idle for a moment, peeling longan for Chu Zhaohui.

Wen Wan looked at it in her eyes, admired it in her heart, and was also glad that this Concubine Xin was always by Chu Zhaohui's side on weekdays.

Chu Zhaohui beckoned Wen Wan to drink tea, handed the peeled golden apricot to her hand, and was busy inquiring about Concubine Xin, had dinner been prepared in the kitchen, and then ordered someone to add a few more dishes that Wen Wan loved to eat.

Seeing Mingzhu standing next to her with a smile, Chu Zhaohui asked her to find someone to clean up the room for Wen Wan, take the moon-white quilt that had been newly dried the day before yesterday, replace it with a newly made bed curtain, and then put a brazier in the house early.

As if the vitality of life was rejuvenated in a moment, Chu Zhaohui's withered face all day long looked a little moisturized, and it was like two people a few days ago, and Concubine Xin and Mingzhu were secretly happy.

Mingzhu agreed to go, Wen Wan hurriedly stopped her leaving, and said sweetly to Chu Zhaohui: "Don't bother Sister Mingzhu to clean up the house, but stay for three or two days, and then clean up the blue yarn cabinet behind my mother and replace it with the quilt." The winter days are long, and our mother and daughter talk more, and it will be dawn as soon as we sleep. ”

Chu Zhaohui was even happier when he heard it, so he ordered to just do what Wen Wan said.

Mingzhu led the little girl to fold the quilt and make the bed, cleaned up the blue yarn cupboard, and hugged a chrysanthemum pillow made in autumn, together with two new quilts, and placed them neatly.

Chu Zhaohui knew that Wen Wan loved to eat sharp fruits, so he pushed the box containing pine nuts and almonds in front of her.

Wen Wan ate a few grains by herself, took the longan peeled by Concubine Xin, presented it to Chu Zhaohui, and counted a few words: "Mother has a bad face, so she should eat these dried fruits often on weekdays." I don't know, I think that the concubine is not dedicated to serving, where do I know my mother's temper. ”

Chu Zhaohui complained a few words, not angry but happy, nodded frequently in agreement, and ate the dried fruits in the small plate seriously.