Chapter 38: A Thousand Peach Blossoms (1)

Hongxue glanced at her in surprise and said with a smile: "Does my sister actually like peach blossoms?" Speaking of which, this peach tree has been planted since the old marquis was young, and now it is full of fragrant flowers, which is also pleasing to the eye. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Yiying smiled and nodded, but heard a sound of footsteps.

She turned her head and looked at the half-hidden path behind her. Hongxue and Eiharu both smiled, their hands down, their eyes fixed on the path.

After a while, a person walked out of dozens of peach trees, a handsome young man wearing a dark official robe, with a white face and a cold expression.

Yi Ying's face changed, and she retreated to the side of the path with Huichun and the others in a little panic, lowering her head and not looking at him. The three of them saluted him in unison: "The slave has seen the Hou Ye." ā€

Xu Xian's footsteps did not stop, and he passed through the three of them as if he were not looking. Yi Yingdian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to raise her head, but she saw a pair of moire shoes folded back and stopped in front of them.

"I don't know what the Hou Ye commands?" said Hong Xue with a smile.

"I didn't even see that it was Hongxue, but you weren't on an errand with your mother, what were you doing in this Qianlai Garden?"

"The wife of the Zhao family sent someone to give a gift to our house, and by the way, I asked the Hou Ye if he would be free tomorrow, so that he could go to the Zhao family to participate in the family banquet, and the slave maid took these two to visit the Hou Mansion. This is really a coincidence, I met Master Hou here, and I didn't need to run another Zhao Mansion. Hongxue replied with a smile, her eyes wandering, and there were many indescribable emotions in her eyes.

Huichun watched from the sidelines, a little clear, and his face was slightly gloomy.

"Oh?family banquet?" Xu Xian pondered for a while, his eyes inadvertently swept over Huichun and Yiying, and Yiying was stunned, with a somewhat playful look on his face, "Ben Hou has nothing to do tomorrow, please go back and tell Mrs. Zhao that she will go to the banquet on time tomorrow." ā€

The two should be. Huichun saw Hongxue's careful thoughts, and had no intention of visiting the Hou Mansion accompanied by her, so he saluted Xu Xianfu and said with a smile: "After seeing the Hou Ye, the matter between the two of us is completed, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time, so I will leave." ā€

Xu Xian nodded.

Yiying also gave a blessing and followed Huichun away.

Seeing this, Hongxue didn't care, but a trace of crimson climbed on her face, and she said softly to Xu Xian: "...... It's been a lot of heat lately, so why don't you send a lotus leaf winter melon water to your study for a while, so you can cool off......"

Xu Xian's expression was no longer pleasant, and he said lightly: "If you have a heart, you don't have to send it to the study, I will send it to my mother when I go to greet my mother at night." ā€

A trace of disappointment flashed in Hongxue's eyes when she heard this, but she still smiled and said: "Yes, Mrs. Tai hasn't seen Master Hou for a few days, Master Hou went to take a look, Mrs. Tai must be happy......

"Are those two people from the Zhao family's side?" Xu Xian interrupted her impatiently.

Hongxue was a little surprised, Hou Ye has never cared about this kind of thing, could it be that he was interested in the eldest girl of the Zhao family, and even the descendants of the Zhao family began to care?

She couldn't help but feel a trace of jealousy in her heart, and her face was still good, but her eyes were firmly fixed on Xu Xian's face: "The sister who replied to Hou Ye is the Huichun girl next to Mrs. Zhao, and the one who is still small is the ...... next to Miss Zhao" She thought for a while, "It seems to be called Zhilan ......"

The corners of Xu Xian's lips hooked slightly. This woman is like this again, seeing that she lowered her head tightly, she didn't say a word, as if she was angry, and as if she was afraid, and last time in Zhao's mansion, she actually lied to him and Chang Ping, saying that she was a little maid who was not in the stream...... It was clearly his future wife's eldest maid, what should he do to lower his status like this? His eyes lit up, and his right hand unconsciously rubbed his cuff.

This look and movement naturally did not escape the eyes of Hongxue, who was watching his every move. Her expression was obscure, and sure enough, as soon as Hou Ye heard that Miss Zhao had sent someone over, his whole face lit up, could it be that he was really tempted by that Zhao?

No, she shook her head, Hou Ye was bullied by those aunts when he was young, and he was very unaccustomed to women competing for favor. When he was fourteen years old, Mrs. Tai arranged for him to teach him personnel, and although he did not refuse, he was nothing special about the room.

In this huge Hou Mansion, the maids who want to climb into the Hou Ye's bed can't be counted on three hands. If the color is good, he will accept it in the room, and now there are six or seven, and the man has been trying to ask for favor all day long, and the Hou Ye has never taken special care of anyone.

And she, who grew up with Hou Ye since she was a child, is now at the age when she should get married, Mrs. Tai also mentioned it several times last year, but she rejected it, what she wants is to stay by Hou Ye's side for a long time. She hinted at Hou Ye several times before, but he didn't say anything, although she was three years older than Hou Ye, she thought she had a good appearance, and compared with the little goblin, she had a little more mature charm, and age became an advantage.

She thought that those few rooms would definitely be released after Mrs. Hou married in. He didn't want to touch her before that, he must have thought of this love since childhood, and wanted to give himself a serious aunt status. Her weight in Hou Ye's heart must be much heavier than those people.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Zhao Qingyi, who had not entered the mansion, and finally tried out the mind of the Hou Ye, how could she let others intervene at this time!

She looked around, hugged Xu Xian carefully, rubbed Xu Xian's fingertips with a jade finger, her face was delicate, and she exhaled softly: "Master Hou...... The slave and maid haven't seen Master Hou for some time, Master Hou, you ...... Do you have...... Want to be a slave...... Huh?"

When Xu Xian saw her leaning up, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he didn't avoid it, but gently pinched Hongxue's earlobe, and chuckled: "Of course...... How can you not read such a beauty?"

Hongxue couldn't see his expression, and when she heard this, her heart was sweet, and she said coquettishly: "Master Hou......"

Xu Xian replied to her with a few words of love, let her hug her for a moment, and then withdrew, and said with a smile: "I still have something to do, you go back first, my ...... Cher......"

Hongxue was still a little disappointed, but when she heard him call herself so affectionately, she couldn't help but nod shyly and walked back step by step.

Xu Xian saw her walking away, so he casually patted her clothes and walked towards the study.

He really doesn't have any interest in these women who can only compete for the wind and be jealous, and since he was a child, the dramas he was tired of watching were presented in front of him again and again, which would only make people have a kind of regurgitative disgust.

That Hongxue thinks that growing up with him is different, but in his opinion, there is really nothing special, just a pheasant who doesn't have a long brain and wants to fly on the branches. He and her are vain, but seeing that her appearance is acceptable, and she is a powerful tool to monitor the unreliable mother, other than that, it really doesn't matter.

Women, in his opinion, are nothing more than tools for him to satisfy his desires, whether for physiology or power and fame, after all, they are just tools.