Anyway, Aunt Mo was really right, and when she cleaned herself up beautifully, she went to Aunt Qin's house, and saw Mother Zheng, who was just arrogant, standing by the next fan with an aggrieved face, but inside it was Aunt Zhao and the eighth master sitting on the side of Aunt Qin's bed on the left and right, comforting.

The sky was getting dark, the lanterns under the porch were hung, and the house was lit up, Aunt Qin's face was hidden behind the silk tent, and half of the shadow could not be seen, she seemed to respond weakly, but the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were faintly impatient.

When did this Aunt Zhao come out, her movements are so fast, she must want to take the opportunity to beg the master to release the grounded Fourth Miss, hum If you get what you want, I won't be surnamed Mo!

Aunt Mo looked carefully, and Aunt Zhao was also carefully dressed, wearing a moon-white folded chrysanthemum brocade stand-up collar short jacket, a pure white stand-up collar surrounded the fragrant throat, and a gilded four-fold Ruyi moire buckle was tightly sealed. Under the blue and blue Hangzhou silk horse-faced skirt, the bottom and knee skirt are still embroidered with her usual silver thread to embroider two circles of honeysuckle curly grass edges. There is still only a white hosta in the hair.

Aunt Mo smiled in her heart, and glanced at Aunt Qin's blue Hangzhou silk undershirt and the sterling silver Ruyi cloud pattern hairpin with her hair, this sister really has a common hobby.

Usually when it is time to make new clothes, Aunt Zhao always has to pick the plain cold fabric. Aunt Wang doesn't like to argue, she uses them to pick the rest every time, Aunt Mo looks good in bright colors, she only loves the gorgeous and valuable, and naturally she won't rob her, thinking of this, Aunt Mo is suddenly looking forward to making clothes next time.

However, the lights at night are warm and yellow, and they have lost a little brilliance from this plain cold color, and they don't look so outstanding.

She instantly burst with confidence, took out a handkerchief and pretended to wipe her tears and took a word step, Tingting walked over with a curling and swaying posture, her willow eyebrows frowned lightly, and she said, "Oh, my sister, I heard that you are very sick, and my sister's heart is all pinched, but do you have a doctor?" ”

She naturally stopped in front of the eighth master, leaned over slightly, and said extremely sincerely to Aunt Qin, who was half lying on the bed.

She had made up her mind to seduce the gentlemen, and she would not be like the two in front of her who were pretentious and talkative, she was born in the market, grew up in the market, and has seen many of the three religions and nine streams, and she understands that the most violent impact can catch a man's attention in the shortest possible time.

She insisted on resisting the autumn breeze, and took out the main waist that she often wears in summer, apricot red silk with a narrow placket of cyan, which is inlaid with three red gold quadruple butterfly buttons, and a long indigo blue skirt that is slightly lighter than cyan, and the skirt is embroidered with slender and delicate flower and bird patterns in red, orange, pink, white, blue and green. The coat is covered with a vermilion bright gauze cardigan, and the whole body is covered with a large cup of happy flowers. The hair was loosely tied into a fallen bun, and a red gold step with a long eight-treasure tassel was inserted diagonally along the momentum of the clouds, and the sideburns were dotted with two small inlaid gold hairpins.

As soon as she leaned over as if she was inadvertent, the pair of white jade steamed buns on her chest that were about to come out were presented in front of the eighth master.

The thin furrow stretched downward, tightly bound in the blue placket embellished with gold buckles. Coupled with the golden reflection around her, it added a layer of crisp and delicious color to the snow-white paint.

"Sister, you are the person on the tip of the master's heart, even if it is for the master, you have to cheer up." Aunt Mo sobbed and choked on her shoulders, and her chest was also lying together, as if she was pouring soup dumplings with crab roe, and the delicious soup was surging in the crystal clear skin, poking the thin skin with chopsticks and shaking it like dancing.

I don't know what spices are in the purse around Aunt Mo's waist, and when she takes a deep breath, her thoughts ripple.

The eighth master's gaze gradually straightened.

Aunt Qin was sulking in the bed, one by two, MILFs, the children were all playing soy sauce all over the floor, and as soon as they entered the house, they called her sister, which was really shameless.

She wanted to stab Aunt Zhao, who had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, a lot of young girls who were still sad all day long, but just as she was about to open her mouth, she saw Aunt Mo break in, she was actually dressed charmingly and coolly, and she also held her chest in front of her eyes, which surprised her.

She had no choice but to say lightly, "My sister has tormented my sister, your older sister is many years old, and it should be my sister who gives her sister a gift." As he spoke, he sat up straight on the edge of the bed, struggling to salute Aunt Mo and Aunt Zhao.

The eighth master reacted the fastest, grabbed her shoulders, and gently pushed her back to the big pillow to lean on, "You are still weak, don't talk about these false courtesies." ”

Aunt Mo's eyes rolled, and she leaned in front of the bed again, and said softly, "Sister, don't be careful, we are the same people, waiting for the master, intimate and affectionate, wouldn't it be good, although my sister rests more, don't drill the tip of the horns." ”

Who is the same person as you! You are just a woman in the market, I am a descendant of the official family, Aunt Qin secretly slandered, but she couldn't say anything.

Sure enough, in the next sentence, I heard Aunt Mo say, "You have no father or mother, and you grew up in the countryside, you have never seen a big family like our Chu family, it is inevitable that you are not used to it, and there are people who want to leave in trouble. ”

In fact, Aunt Mo also looked down on Aunt Qin, in her opinion, Aunt Qin was a shabby, living in a remote place like Zhongshan, and she entered the mansion so unknowingly, it was shameless. Although her family is poor, her father is a serious scholar, and her family also lives in the bustling city of Jinling, and her wife took 400 taels of silver as a dowry, and the good concubine who was brought in seriously was much more noble than her, and her name was much more justified.

Aunt Qin was so angry by Aunt Mo's words that she almost turned her back on it, doesn't this mean that she is uneducated and rustic, and she is also ruthless and can't tolerate people.

But how could she refute it? She has a poor background, and she lives with the nurse in the small courtyard of Zhongshan, so she has to deny the misunderstanding.

"Sister, I didn't ......"

As soon as she spoke, she was interrupted by Aunt Zhao, who was sitting on the side and almost made people ignore her save, "Sister Mo is right, my sister is too strong, just relax your heart." ”

When Aunt Qin heard this, she looked at Aunt Zhao, her face was covered by the hanging hair, and she glared at her fiercely, meaning, you are the oldest, you dare to interject.

Aunt Zhao was not to be outdone, the kind and caring smile on her face did not have the slightest crack, but held Aunt Qin's hand tightly, and continued to say words of concern inexplicably.

Aunt Qin suddenly sobered up, Aunt Zhao just accepted her benefits and matchmaking her into the mansion, but she was not driven by her, and her mood was a little heavier.

Qin Zhao and the two aunts were busy secretly coming and going, when they heard Aunt Mo beside them sneer, "Master-"

She deliberately lengthened her tone, "You haven't freshened up when you come out of the Gongyuan, it's pitiful, Sister Qin doesn't understand everyone's etiquette, and she hasn't waited for the master to freshen up, it's better to go to the slave house, there is ready-made hot water, and it's not too late to come to visit Aunt Qin when the master relaxes quickly." ”

Qin Zhao and the others looked at the eighth master, and saw that Aunt Mo had already walked behind the eighth master, pressing her hands on the temples of the eighth master, rubbing them gently in circles, and the eighth master's expression gradually relaxed and happy.

"Well, it's up to you." The eighth master hummed comfortably, leaned back, and leaned on Aunt Mo's soft body, only feeling that these little hands were delicate and fragrant, which could dispel a sense of tiredness and sorrow.

"Then let's go quickly, the master hasn't had dinner yet, and the dishes are cold when it's late." Aunt Mo was like a happy bird, jumping to the side of the eighth master, holding his arm and dragging it up, and turning around to pull the eighth master out.

Mother Zheng saw it and hurriedly stepped forward to stop, "Master, my aunt is still not feeling well, you better stay here and eat." ”

Aunt Mo snorted contemptuously, "Mother Zheng, although you are old, you have just entered the mansion, and you don't understand the rules of our family, Aunt Qin has just been Xiaoyue, and the old man is golden and noble, how can you stay here, how can you be good if you collide?" ”

Mother Zheng was not convinced, and said with her head held high, "Even if you don't spend the night here, you can bathe and change clothes here." ”

Aunt Mo covered her mouth and smiled, "Mom, what are you kidding, there is no change of clothes from the master here, even if there is, Aunt Qin can't get out of bed and how to serve." She playfully spread her hands.

Mother Zheng was exhausted, and held back for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, and walked forward half a step, "The old slave can serve." ”

At this moment, even Aunt Zhao, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, burst out laughing.

Mother Zheng and Aunt Qin's faces suddenly turned red for a while, and white for a while, and they changed very consistently.

This Mother Zheng is rough and big-handed, and at first glance, she is used to doing rough work, which is daunting, and the entourage around the eighth master is more thin and tender than her.

The eighth master raised his feet and was about to leave, but he heard Aunt Qin on the bed crying out for a while, "Chu Lang." "It seems that there are thousands of thoughts hidden in it, cutting constantly, and the reason is still messy.

The eighth master glanced back again, and saw that half of Aunt Qin's face was hidden behind the silk tent, revealing her big watery eyes, full of affection, looking at him earnestly, as if he was the power of her whole life, and he instantly felt reluctant again.

At this time, Aunt Mo didn't know when she got in front of the eighth master again, raised his arm and asked strangely, "Huh?" Master, where did you rub this, is it bird droppings? ”

The eighth master was puzzled, and raised the cuffs of the shiny satin to his eyes, and saw that there was a blue and white mark hanging there, not like bird droppings, but it had already dried, yes, where was it rubbed at this time?

He thought about it carefully, and suddenly felt a churn in his empty stomach, and he remembered that this was the snot that Fang Zheng's mother grabbed his sleeve and wiped it when she was rolling on the ground.

The eighth master was about to jump up immediately, frowning and stumbling his face, eager to immediately take off the clothes on his body and throw them as far away as possible, but his upbringing prevented him from doing so, so he had to raise his sleeves far away, drag Aunt Mo's hand and walk out quickly, "Hurry up, go to you." ”

Aunt Qin's master and servant stood stiffly on the spot, and Aunt Zhao saw that Aunt Qin's face was getting more and more gloomy, and she also got up slowly and said goodbye and went back to her yard.

The big scuffle on the first day of the eighth master's return finally came to an end, Aunt Qin didn't have time to complain to the eighth master, and Aunt Zhao didn't have a chance to mention the matter of Xiuguan to the eighth master, Aunt Mo was satisfied and pulled the eighth master back to her room, and warmed the body and mind of the eighth master with a table of fragrant meals and a more fragrant body.

Aunt Mo felt that she had won one against the other, and the sense of accomplishment brought great joy, and she even forgot to mention the new jewelry she had planned to ask for.