Hui Niang looked at the decoction in front of her, how long had she not drunk the potion juice? I can't remember anymore. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info how he lost his life in a mess, and I can't remember it for a long time. The memories of the dead are as short as a shredded Ropa, intermittent.

She stretched out her scarred hands and drank the soup in the bowl in a daze, did this turn out to be the taste of Meng Po soup? However, the bitter taste of the ordinary decoction was mixed with a hint of coldness that should not have been. Anyway, drink all the Meng Po soup and forget the road of this life. A bowl of Meng Po soup in the lower abdomen, a pair of eyes have lost their lustre, and they are groggy but dreaming well.

Meng Po stroked the edge of the bowl and sighed lightly. Since I can't remember it, why did I have such a grievance for no reason? The old face was as gloomy as a stone carving, and a pair of plain hands that were as soft as twenty-eight ladies in the sleeves swayed lightly, rolled up the sleeping Hui Niang and went straight to a place where the ghosts were entangled.

Hui Niang first encountered a thick fog in her dream, she sat alone in a fog, I don't know what day today, the past has been completely forgotten. When the fog cleared, I saw a girl dressed in a pink robe, sitting in front of the dresser, feeling a little familiar in my heart, but I heard the girl speak: "A-Niang, my brother's illness was carried into the Jiang family, and I will think of helping the family, you can rest assured, the Jiang family, I am willing to go, although I am a concubine, life is better than now, you don't have to worry about me." ”

Hui Niang had doubts in her heart, it seemed that the person in front of her didn't seem to be able to see herself, and she didn't know if she could hear her voice. With this thought in mind, she stood quietly aside and carefully examined the girl's boudoir.

In this room, there is a bed, a dresser, and a small table. There were basic poems on the table, and there were only a few common ones, and on the embroidery table were some unfinished robas, embroidered and tillian, the stitches were not exquisite, and they seemed to be disgusted, and they were thrown aside and dusted. Yes, this girl just said, since she is going to be a concubine, how can she expect to be white-headed? Embroider that Raush and Tilian? Hui Niang got closer, and saw that there was only a bottle of rouge, a can of oil, a little eyebrows, mouth fat, a pink hijab on the dresser, and then looked at the jewelry box, except for a gilt hairpin, all of which were rotten silver jewelry. I know it in my heart, and then look at the woman, her eyebrows are crooked, her cherry lips are a little bit, her teary eyes are slight, and her eyes are flowing with a weak and windy state, and she has a little bit of posture before she was picked to be someone else's concubine.

A very nasal sigh came from outside the door, implying a bit of choked sobs, presumably the girl's mother: "Hui'er, you go, remember the matter of the back house, there is nothing more than forbearance, don't worry about us, take care of yourself." You are a steady person, and since you have entered the door of the Jiang family, you are a member of the Jiang family. Remember, when you get married, you have to serve the old lady well. Your brother is not feeling well, but I am afraid that he will not be able to marry......"

In the inferior bronze mirror, Hui'er pulled the corners of her lips, with a cold smile, why does the concubine need to be married? "I can save it," she lowered her eyes, held the hairpin in her bare hand, and slowly put the hairpin on her bun, "A-Niang, let's go and take care of my brother!" On my side, I don't need to take care of it. After speaking, she looked at the bronze mirror and tried to put on a few smiles, but it didn't look very festive, and the girl's eyes were even more sad. Looking up, it was already dark outside, and in a quarter of an hour, someone was coming, right? She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, wiped off the red lipstick with an expressionless face, only wiped the lipstick lightly, dyed a faint red, pursed her lips again, took photos left and right, and finally satisfied, tried a few smiles, and finally picked one that she thought was festive enough before getting up and sitting on the bed. Waiting for someone to come.

Hui Niang was surprised, she seemed to be able to hear the girl's heart, the girl didn't speak, but she could directly transmit the sound into the secret, let herself know what she was thinking and tried to walk around the room, but found that she was able to pass through the wall, once poked her head out, she could directly see the scene on the street, and couldn't help but wear it a few more times, until she went to the next door and bumped into a couple who were having sex, and made a big red face, embarrassed, and then relented. I just tried, and I seemed to be tied to the girl's side, and I couldn't leave Wuzhang, which was like an invisible wall, blocking my way. She is like a new toy child, groping for her abilities.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly. After the matchmaker who came to pick up the person asked for instructions, she entered the house. As soon as she saw Hui'er sitting on the bed, she praised: "She is worthy of being a girl raised by Yu Xiucai, how polite and sensible she is." This pick-up is even more beautiful than flowers, and it will definitely win the favor of the master in one fell swoop! Hui'er was still smiling happily, and didn't answer, and the matchmaker didn't care, she glanced at it, took the head cover, put the head cover, and helped her get up and go out the door. When he arrived at the threshold, he shouted: "Girl, be careful of the threshold, raise your noble feet." Quietly carried people all the way to Jiang's mansion.

Hui Niang found another ability, once she exceeded five zhang, she would be dragged by the invisible wall, floating behind like a kite, but unfortunately no one could see it, but it was a pity that Jiang's mansion was too close. The night was hazy, and it was the back door again, and I only vaguely saw the outline of the magnificent mansion of the Jiang Mansion, and I was pulled into the courtyard. The courtyard of the three enters, after the verandah of the hand into the inner house, went to the side of the room, Hui'er was carried into the room on the back of the servant, the house was arranged, the eyes were quite festive, there were some snacks and snacks on the table, Hui'er sat on the bed, and the hula who served in the house retreated.

Hui Niang looked at the house, this room is more exquisite than Hui'er's boudoir, not to mention the bottles and cans on the dresser, the newly made Nanmu wardrobe table, and there is a faint fragrance when smelling. Hui Niang looked at it, played with herself in the air, and heard the person serving outside the door calling: "Master." ”

Looking back, Hui'er was still a little nervous, and her hands were slightly white. Hui Niang staggered her eyes and looked intently at the "master" who entered the door, only to feel that something hit her heart all of a sudden! The person who came was only twenty-five or sixteen years old, and he could be regarded as a handsome appearance, Xu was a concubine today, although he couldn't wear red, he was still wearing a festive shirt, Xu drank some wine, and his face was still a little red, which made the old man Jiang feel more and more happy at happy events. Hui Niang rolled her eyes, a little confused in her heart, but she felt that she seemed to have seen this old man Jiang, but in a blink of an eye, she left this strange feeling behind her, and wanted to see the moment when she lifted her hijab.