understood the four girls' intentions, and the seven girls were not in a hurry to take this matter on themselves. Whether this can be done or not is still two words.

There was a light rain outside, and the seven girls ordered Dongteng to use an umbrella and send the four girls back all the way.

In the evening, the man went back to the house, and the two of them had eaten together. She was heavy, lazy, and crooked on the couch as if she had no bones, absentmindedly playing with the six sons in her hand.

He was idle and in good spirits today, spreading out on the painting case and painting under the lamp.

Half lowered eyebrows, handsome and peaceful. This man's steadiness seems to be soaked in his bones. It is to lick the ink with a pen, and it is also a calm and elegant school of its own.

She watched the beauty under the lamp, and felt that the more she looked at it, the more beautiful it became, and it was pleasing to the eye. He simply put down the brain-sucking thing in his hand, put it in front of him, and used it as a bow pill, reaching out and fiddling with it. His sparkling eyes stared at him, and he thought to himself that if he could follow him more, he would definitely be more likable.

Xu was that her eyes were too burning, and before he could start writing, he raised his eyes to look at her, thinking that she had an idea again.

"Madam, do you want a landscape or a worm and fish in this painting today?"

She bent the corners of her mouth, supported her head with one hand, and stroked her belly with the other hand, and said playfully, "Doesn't the husband love Xiao'er, how about picking him?" ”

Where is this asking him to draw children. The seed is planted, and it is still in the belly. No matter how brilliant he is, he can't describe a single flower.

He raised his eyebrows to look at her. There was a ghostly light flickering in his eyes, and he looked at her deeply, and he really bowed his head to the book case and put pen to paper. Underwritten on paper, a few strokes sketched the round, beautiful outline of her face.

She didn't want him to take the joke seriously, puffed out her eyes, and then stood up and hurriedly stopped it. "No painting, no painting. The lower official is laughing with you, how can you get into the painting when your face is so bloated? As he spoke, he held his six sons in front of him. But any woman, who doesn't love beauty? I can't let him paint for her for the first time, so "plump", jumping on the paper.

He looked at her with a smile, and did not interrupt the tracing because she obstructed her. He had seen her all kinds of postures, at first she was wary of the timid, then she was wise and obedient, when she was sick, she refused to take medicine, and now she was in a hurry.

Every glance is her, and everything is in the painting.

Her face was imprinted in his mind. Let her wriggle and wriggle over there, and he stood still. The tip of the pen points out her pair of clear apricot eyes, and the beauty on the paper is lifelike.

He also had the leisure to tease her, "If Madame is tired of the thing in her hand, how about putting it in its place?" In the end, there are years, and Mrs. is so panicked, it's a pity that she missed. ”

When she was in college, he taught her to play the Six Sons Lianfang. In the years when I got along with her in a different place, the joint party was placed on the Eight Treasures Pavilion. When I look at her in the middle of the night, I think of her, and my heart is always extra soft in addition to boring political affairs.

She couldn't understand the deep meaning of his words. Her face was red, and her heart was numb, like an ant drilling.

Listening to him talk in a mellow voice like wine, she was always shy and sweet. The scenes of acquaintance and getting along with him in the early years are precipitated in the depths of memory. Like a yellowed old photo, every time I look at it, it is colored and looks new. The past is vivid, and the feeling is fresh over time.

Seeing that he refused to stop, she stopped making trouble. He simply got up and put the coalition aside. Slowly walked around the painting case, leaned slightly and stood beside him. Stretched out his hand to press the rice paper for him, and looked at it.

Just looking at it, her eyes suddenly lit up and there were many surprises.

Why is she like this in his eyes? There is no trace of bloated posture, the face is like a full moon, beautiful eyes, with a motherly, satisfied and shy smile.

She fluttered her eyes and turned her head to look at him. Quietly hooked the corner of the clothes on his left arm, shook it and praised, "My lord, your skills have improved again." ”

The words caused a chuckle to overflow his throat. Is this praising him, or is Gu Ying self-pity? With his long arms outstretched, he took advantage of the situation to take the person who came to the door into his arms, so that she could rely on him comfortably.

The two stood in each other's arms, and the shadows were in pairs. With him to share her weight, she doesn't feel tired. The little hand wrapped around him after he went back to the house to comb his black hair. Feeling that the atmosphere was good at this time, she stared at the rice paper and said heartily, "The fourth sister came over today and said that she was reprimanded by Zhuang Ronghua in the palace that day. If it weren't for the presence of the Marquis of Jiangyin, the fourth sister would have almost been tarnished. ”

Tell him the reason for this in detail, he and she are both smart people. Some things stop at the point, and if they are too blunt, they can be embarrassing.

He really understood, and he wrote a meal. In an instant, the pen is repeated.

"Thank you is the right thing to do." There was not much to say.

She understood what he meant. He felt that the Marquis of Jiangyin was not suitable.

In fact, Hou Ye and the four girls are not suitable, as a woman, she has a scale in her heart. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her fan-like eyelashes cast a silhouette under her nose.

"If you look at the Marquis of Jiangyin from the eyes of the world, it is not the best choice." The seventh girl spoke softly, and her voice was soft and glutinous. It is not only to help others intercede, but also to be gentle and gentle.

With the character of the Marquis of Jiangyin, it is not unreasonable for the four girls to like him. If it were when she was still in Tyrone, and his wife told her such a family matter, she might not have too much resistance in her heart as she did when she looked at the second master of the Zhang family, but would feel that she had climbed high.

She is really close to the fourth girl, and she has the heart to fight for her more in front of this person. Unexpectedly, this person silently put away the pen, the drawing was not finished, he had flipped his wrist, put the pen on the inkstone, and looked back at her.

"The best choice?" He pulled over the lap chair and sat down, holding her horizontally in his lap. Raise your hand to caress her eyebrows, and induce her softly. "Mrs. Yi, what's so good about this person?"

She was hooked by the splendor of the demon in his eyes, and unconsciously followed his words, snapped her fingers, and counted them to him.

"Hou Ye is described as handsome and easy, and there is no lack of strategy. There is a knighthood in his body, and he is valued by the king. Although there was a bad name in the early years, it was just a trick. I haven't heard of the Hou Ye's backyard, like the children of other families, how to make trouble. Come to Hou Ye's body again, but if he raises it well, it will never become a drag. ”

She opened her clear eyes and looked at him, as if she asked silently: Let go of the Marquis of Jiangyin and not mention the matter of the county lord, such a Langjun is not a good match? The world's eyes are nothing more than that.

The corners of his mouth curled, and his calloused fingers slid down her cheek and lifted her chin. The lips were against hers, as if there was no touch. Breathing and smelling, there was a decision in the blink of an eye.

"Madame has a heart. Since her husband already knew about this matter, he would personally look for Gu Zhen and ask her what she thought. Be sure to weigh it carefully. ”

He made such a promise that he had taken the matter to heart. She felt that she had done her part. I'm afraid that he will be used to a tough posture again, so I don't worry about admonishing, "If you want to ask the fourth sister for questioning, just talk to her." Mo saw the fourth sister, and scared people so much that they didn't dare to say anything. ”

Seeing that she was quite cautious, he responded generously. I don't want her to spend money on this.

hugged someone, walked into the inner room, and laid her flat on the inside of the bed. He stripped off his shirt and put it on naked. Soon, there was a humiliating commotion in the house.

He hadn't touched her for a few days, and he took care of her body, and only tasted it. Served her comfortably, took her still trembling little hand, and held the thing he didn't have time to vent. Junyan was sweaty, and his body was like a soldering iron, hard and hot. Lying in her ear, gasping heavily.

"Don't drop your hand." He was slightly angry.

"Then hurry up, the lower official's hands are sour." She was also aggrieved, this person's foundation was too good, and the back of his hand was tightly held, and it hurt a little.

He snorted and bit her neck. "Whoever was coquettish before, even for the sake of his husband, was not happy. Need her with you? ”

Her little face, which had not faded away, turned crimson for a moment. With a weak heart, he bowed in his arms like a shrimp, flattered and kissed his heart, worked hard and complained, and was rubbed by him.

The phrase "the best choice" is unintentional for the speaker, but intentional for the listener.

She can stay out of the matter, put herself in the shoes of the four girls from a secular perspective, and can't help but think of the second master of the Zhang family. His city is far from being comparable to her, so naturally he will not miss the old account at the beginning.

According to her argument, if he hadn't done it quickly, would it really be possible for her to be taken by someone else? And still quite picky?

So that night, the people who were used to treating her considerate and tolerant swallowed her so much that she had a faint pain in her chest, and it was not until half of the hour that she was allowed to rest.