It's not that Su Qinghuang wants to take advantage, or that he is bold enough to go in and out of Wu Muxin's boudoir at will without permission, but it is really that Miss Wu has just heard the news in her ears and told him to go to the house after dinner, and she can't complain about him.

"I was voluntary. Su Qinghuang thought so, with a look of resentment.

Miss Wu's boudoir, which is similar to the pear blossom carved wooden bed in his Su Qing Yellow House, is more old, and there are stubbles in some places, which shows the woman's simple nature.

Su Qinghuang sat on it carefully, for fear that he would mess up the girl's mattress, it was Su Qinghuang before, Wu Muxin's boudoir was also a forbidden place for him, and it was too late to hide on weekdays, so where did he have the courage to rush up.

Looking around at this house, it really deserves to be Miss Wu's boudoir, and there is really no woman's boudoir meaning, Su Qinghuang stared at it for a long time, and finally sighed.

For no other reason, it's just that this room is really tight, not like the house of the head of the family, but more like the room of the subordinate.

Ordinary women, born with such a good face, rouge gouache jewelry, and her daughter's body and self things, not to mention the dazzling variety, there must always be seven or eight pieces, but in this house, Su Qinghuang looked around, and there was really nothing.

Looking at the Baifu map on the wall, it is his late father's handwriting, the pen is decent, but it is better to care about the pleasing head, it is the only decoration in the whole room, it can be seen that it is properly maintained by Miss Wu on weekdays, and it is still fresh after more than ten years. On a neat and tidy table, there are three or five good Chengxintang, and in the inkstone, there is only half of the ink and half of the dry wolf pen.

"Is it here every night, sorting out the accounts of the entire Su family?" Su Qinghuang stretched out his hand to help him, feeling the mirror-like smoothness on the table, spotless, thinking that it must be because of the hard work every night.

This is the desk, also a dresser, it is said that reading at night is the hardest, this burden of the Su family, her slender shoulders have been carried for three whole years, under the candlelight of thousands of days and nights, what kind of mood will it be, can there be no complaints, pulling the old and young of the family to take out a bastard Su Qinghuang, obviously as long as he releases his words, the sons and daughters of Qingjun will line up outside the mansion for him to choose.

"Miss Wu. It's really hard work. Su Qinghuang's heart was slightly sour, and he murmured in an unconscious voice, touching the smooth pen shaft that was rubbing, warm as jade.

Wu Muxin was still outside to tell the little girls at home to do something, and Su Qinghuang, who was idle, naturally didn't go to look through Miss Wu's wardrobe, but on this rather soft bed, the eggshell yellow pillow quilt was all the same, and the unique elegant fragrance of Miss Wu was even more beautiful, and she could always think about it.

In fact, there is only one room in the middle of the house between the two, and in the middle are the two girls Xiao Wei and Xiao Yun, the Su family is famous for being good to the whole Qingjun, and the two people live in one room, which is impossible to do in other big households.

Looking at the dim candles in the room, the light on the wick, like a white snake traveling to the river every day, Su Qinghuang remembered an allusion to stealing light from the wall for no reason.

Perhaps, Kuang Heng, who inspired countless future generations and scholars, would also want to peek at the woman next door when he was reading hard every night, in order to comfort the pain of reading at night, thinking of this, Su Qinghuang smiled and felt that he was really stunned.

The door opened, and Miss Wu pushed the door in, looking tired, and did not say hello to Su Qinghuang, or did not look at him, but sat straight at the table.

Untie the plain hairband that has been restrained for a day, and let the green silk like the Milky Way hang low. Even if there is one more person in this room, it is really empty, except for Wu Muxin's heavenly posture, only the brown pottery vase in the corner, which is half a person high, can add a little color to this place, and there are four or five plum blossoms inside, most of them are open, and they are like snow.

It is excellent to look at the beauty under the lamp, but the flowers under the lamp also add a little hazy and delicate. In fact, Su Qinghuang really didn't want to be like a chick and there was a beauty who didn't look at the plum blossoms in the bottle, but now there was no one next to him, obviously Wu Muxin asked him to come to the house, and now he was hanging him aside, sitting alone and quietly flipping through the accounts, occasionally circled a few strokes on it, raised his eyes, completely ignored Su Qinghuang's face, bowed his head and said nothing, and turned another page.

Su Qinghuang moved a stool and sat aside, it seemed that the woman in front of him had to deal with the little things in his hand before he could take time to deal with him, he really felt that sitting on the side so stupidly was really ruining the scenery of the room, so he had to grab the only book on the table to pass the time, which was a copy of "Queqiao Immortal".

This book is widely circulated among the upper class of Qingjun, and it is nothing for ordinary women to read, but I didn't expect that even Wu Muxin could not avoid vulgarity, maybe this is the only pastime she has to spare.

Su Qinghuang smiled lightly, in fact, the writing in this is not too desirable, but the tangled and tangled in it are divided and combined, and the love story between the handsome Luo Di Xiucai and the young lady of the wealthy family can capture the hearts of the women who have not left the cabinet.

I'm idle and casual to look through.,It's the fiftieth chapter.,It's a year after the death of the young lady.,The small building where the two meet on weekdays is still the old furnishings.,It's a pity that the people have passed away.,The scholar is alone and packs up these old things to make thoughts.,A bowl and a can.,Picking up the bits and pieces that belong to the young lady before her death.。

Ordinary old-fashioned words, I can't earn Su Qinghuang's tears, but this heart will still be slightly blocked in a panic, not for anything else, things are not on others, I think I am used to it after listening to it for a long time, and I will even say two sentences of hypocrisy that are not light or heavy, but if it really falls on me, I understand that this thing is still hurtful and embarrassing.

Fortunately, Wu Muxin didn't let him wait too long, Su Qinghuang just finished reading a chapter to make a mark, and when he closed the book and planned to read it later, Miss Wu also finished drawing the last stroke on the account.

As soon as she wanted to get up, she was dizzy with a headache caused by too much exertion, and Miss Wu frowned and gently pressed her fingers like shallots against her forehead. A year ago, the frequent occurrence of old problems, the crux of the problem is to recuperate, Miss Wu has visited many famous doctors such as Wen Lao for this purpose, and in the end there is no cure, can only let the instructions to rest more, but the many things in the hand are said to be able to let go of the rest, so many days, Wu Muxin is also used to it.

Looking at Wu Muxin who closed his eyes and recuperated distressedly, Su Qinghuang stepped forward lightly, feeling a little apprehensive, but he still had the courage to come behind Wu Muxin lightly, learning the massage techniques in his memory.

When his hand just touched Wu Muxin's temple, Su Qinghuang could clearly feel that the woman's whole body was crumbling tightly at this moment, and she was ready to be scolded by her, but to Su Qinghuang's surprise, Wu Muxin didn't make a sound.

Miss Wu half-leaned on the wooden chair, squinting her eyes, at this moment she looked like a Persian cat that had been groomed, lazy and luxurious.

She didn't know why she was like this, she was going to always refuse coldly, but when Su Qinghuang's hand touched her for the first time, the cold touch extended from her brain to her whole body, making her body lose strength in an instant, thinking that if Su Qinghuang dared to make the next excessive move, he would definitely let him know how powerful he was, but Su Qinghuang's hand has always been a rare rule, and there is no trespass.

"Press it like this every day for a while, relax the menstruation and invigorate the blood, and it is the best for headaches. Su Qinghuang said gently, Miss Wu's skin is much smoother and smoother than the best satin in Qingjun, if she hadn't been telling herself to be calm in her heart, until she finally bit the tip of her tongue, Su Qinghuang could hardly control herself.

"That's it. Su Qinghuang was pressing hard, and suddenly there was a woman's gentle and polite tone in her ears, this is ordinary, after all, Wu Muxin has always been like this to outsiders, Su Qinghuang does not feel that with her little massage skills, she can give birth to some strange thoughts that men and women can't say.

But when I heard it at this time, I stole a glance at the red glow on Wu Muxin's cheeks, but there was always a taste that she wanted to cover up.

The two most familiar and strangest people just sat in their chairs and looked at each other, silent and silent.

"You're hurt. This is Miss Wu's second opening tonight, and it is rare to have a distressed expression that Su Qinghuang is particularly looking forward to.

"Huh?"

"It was Xiao Yun'er who told me, and the faint smell of blood on your body, I can smell it from afar. ”

"Went to do something. ”

"Forget it, you won't say it if you guess it. Wu Muxin's heart was lanxin, asking and answering himself, this kind of conversation with a firm grasp of the initiative made Su Qinghuang unable to interject for a while.

"There are four days left, there will always be a lot of inconvenience with injuries on the body, this is the healing medicine that Wen Lao has just prepared, which adds a perilla grass, you take it back and apply it to the wound twice a day, and the wound can heal in less than three days. Wu Muxin said, and took out a dark and simple jade bottle from his arms.

"Perilla grass, that thing the Su family doesn't have, a hundred taels of silver a plant, only when there is a big man in need, the Su family will deliberately enter a plant, this kind of holy product is almost a healing injury, I have searched all over Qingjun, and there will not be a few plants. Su Qinghuang read it in his heart, and finally didn't say anything.

"I'm still busy, so if it's okay, let's go out. After giving the things, Wu Muxin said softly, the previous pink pretty face returned to normal, and the words were already meant to send off guests.

Su Qinghuang was not angry because of this seeming coldness, he just took the bottle with a smile, sniffed lightly, it was a very thick smell of medicinal herbs, and looked back at the plain white figure who was still busy under the oil lamp, Wu Muxin's hair was slightly messy, like an immortal.

For the first time, I felt that if I could always listen to the soft and glutinous tone by her side, there was nothing magnificent and vigorous, it would be a lifetime of blandness, and it was also excellent.