He changed into his regular clothes, and when he came out, she invited him to sit down in a wicker chair. Knowing her next move, his eyes were a little heavy, as if he was surprised.

She squatted, the hem of her skirt spread out, and on the low stool in front of her, three or two layers of rice paper were spread out flatly, and her little hands were holding his ankles. He paused, and finally got her wish, and put his foot on it.

She chose a brush suitable for the strokes of the brush, and the barrel and the tip of the pen were finely made, trying not to touch him next to him. Drawing patterns is her specialty, her hands are very steady, and the lines outlined are smooth and smooth.

The soles of his feet are slightly on the thin side, his feet are very marked, his thumbs are the longest, and his nails are rounded and clean. The raised tendons on the instep of her feet could be seen in pale blue, which made her feel the amount of strength.

His eyes were a little complicated, before her, he had always been with the attendants to buy food for him. He is the master, and his servants are no more than servants. Aside from being served as a matter of course, he didn't feel any difference between the people who worked on errands.

She was the only exception. At this moment, she hunched her back and fell at his feet, and he felt an indescribable emotion and ironing in his heart. He didn't deny that he paid attention to her at first, except that she could treat him, and he looked at her pleasing to the eye and looked comfortable. only got along for a long time, and gradually developed a little affection, and when he didn't expect it, his selfishness couldn't help him let go.

And today, this feeling seems to be a little thicker. She is subtly changing him, he will feel pity for her, he can't tell the first time, just look at her quietly, his heart is already full of words.

"Only soft shoes, soap boots with thick soles, hurt hands." He stroked the top of her hair, and there was warmth in her eyes that she couldn't see.

"It's okay, I put a thimble, and sew the soles layer by layer, I don't have any ability at all, how can I marry someone in the future." Distracted, cold, and leaked.

She was still wandering in her pen, and the words came out for several breaths, and then something was wrong. His hand shook and he almost broke his drawing. He blushed and looked up, and sure enough, he saw him looking down at her faintly, half-squinting, as if chewing on the aftertaste.

"It was taught by Cui's mother." She was in a hurry to defend herself, and she was too ashamed to do it. Would he think she couldn't wait, suggesting that he would welcome her in as soon as possible? The seventh girl felt really ashamed, her eyes dodged left and right, and she didn't dare to look at him. "Cui's mother taught me like this, and I listened to it a lot, so I followed it and said it smoothly."

Seeing that she was embarrassed, he smiled lightly and patted the top of her hair to appease her a little. "Don't worry, the purse embroidered in the past is not brilliant. As long as you can cope with the second day of the round house, you can serve tea and honor that pass, and in private, when will you dislike it. ”

Her little hand holding the pen shook again. This time it was difficult to be spared, and the painting was ruined for nothing. She just said the wrong thing, this person really climbed up the pole, and didn't miss the opportunity.

"Don't interrupt." Annoyed and angry, she glanced at him softly, she buried her head in a piece of paper, exaggerated to show the current busyness, but in fact, she just took the opportunity to hide her embarrassment.

Because she was afraid that the ink would touch him, she gently supported the instep of his foot with her left hand, and the gentle touch spread from her feet to the bottom of his heart. His fingertips rested on a delicate piece of skin on the back of her neck, rubbing back and forth.

She didn't know that at this time, she was unintentional, but he was really expected by her.

is stable with You, but it's just an empty talk, and it has no meaning to him. But she just mentioned "marrying", and his eyes fell on her quiet figure, weak back, this woman, let him have a kind of idea of starting a family and settling down ever since.

"Getting married", for the first time, made him feel that it had a tangible and rich connotation. It's not intense, but it's natural and natural.

There are some things, when the time comes, he wants to take advantage of the situation.

"Tomorrow, I want to take Ah Ying to see someone. Not in the house, for your convenience, make another arrangement. ”

She felt that this man was deliberately trying to make trouble with him. Draw a good pattern, and let her not have a good life? Listening to his voice, there is no doubt that this person must be a member of the Gu family.

"Who are you going to see?" If it was the Duchess of Guo, she felt that he was in too much of a hurry. Her mother was still with You'an in front of her to please her old man, and she went to join in the fun.

"But she is the eldest sister of a mother's compatriots, who married in Youzhou a few years ago and married the Guan family. Three days ago, I returned to Beijing Province and brought my only son Guan Yi with me. ”

She pricked up her ears and listened carefully, and for the first time she heard him mention his family so seriously, it was not Zhao Guogong, nor Xu's wife, but his eldest sister who married far away. Youzhou is located in the northwest of the Great Zhou, thousands of miles away from Yanjing, which shows that this trip is not easy. No wonder he went home the day before yesterday.

He chose this time to cautiously propose, wanting to take her to his sister for a while. Xu is that he thinks that if we meet again next time, we will not be sure what year or month.

She took the pen and ink, thought about it solemnly, and did not rush to respond. He didn't rush either, took tea to himself, gave her enough time, and respected her decision.

She knew it to him, and this side was extraordinary. This is a public recognition, if he didn't think that the time was right now, if she hadn't made up her mind, this side would not have been seen.

"Mrs. Guan loved you very much when she was young? Treat you well? "A mother's compatriot, this reminds her of Jiang Yu. If she gets married in the future, and her second brother does not agree, she can't imagine that kind of shortcoming.

When she had finished sketching, he threw off his shoes and turned his gaze out the window, with a look in his eyes that she didn't understand.

"It's love, it's slightly inferior to Gu Rong."

This was the first time she felt that he had put things on hold in his heart and didn't want to speak to anyone, including her.

Seeing that his eyebrows were condensed, she got up and cleaned up silently, and did not ask. His past, she is not in a hurry to get to the bottom of it. She always felt that the Guogong Mansion was more like a scar in his heart. It doesn't sting, but it also makes him unable to let go.

She thought about it quietly, comparing her heart to her heart, he treated the Jiang family well, how could she disappoint him? Then he smiled lightly and agreed.

His eyes flashed with silk, and he took her little hand and led him to him.

"She has a somewhat similar temperament to you, she is really meek, not bigger than your ideas. When we see her tomorrow, we will know that she is a good talker. ”

She nodded, a little surprised. This Mrs. Guan, before she left the cabinet, was the eldest girl of the Guogong Mansion, no matter how docile her temper was, could she not even have a little arrogance?

It wasn't until she really saw someone the next day that the seventh girl suddenly realized that the meekness in his mouth was not adulterated at all, and it was extremely fitting.

This Mrs. Guan is a person she thinks can be regarded as beautiful except for You'an and the third girl Jiang Zhi. If you look back in the years, the reputation of the first beauty in Yanjing will be more than half of it. It's just because this aunt and grandmother of the Guogong Mansion don't have Jiang Zhi's sickness, but she is more soft and watery than Jiang Zhi. Just this gentleness and loveliness is not comparable to You'an.

The seventh girl murmured to herself in her heart, she really deserved to be a mother's compatriot. Accompanied by Mrs. Guan, the boy who was called "Brother Yi'er" was young and had just turned five years old, and his appearance was a little handsome.

It is said that the nephew follows the uncle, and the seventh girl has no trace, and between the two, she looks back and forth a few more times, and she can't stop being deflated. There were four people at the same table, including the small one, as far as she was ashamed of her appearance, and she was still good-looking, so she immediately responded to the sentence "dwarfed".

She was a little skeptical now, how did this person fall in love with her in the first place?