Fan Xixi was dragged into the lady's room by Aunt Wang, carrying a large bag of bits and pieces for embroidery.

Gong Yanling was reclining on the bed, one arm propped up on the soft cushion, and two more leaning on the back. The maid next to her was fanning the wind up and down with a big fan of plantains, and the lady was enjoying the summer with her eyes closed, which was very enjoyable.

As a result, Fan Xixi was pushed in by Aunt Wang, which disturbed her. He lifted his forehead and frowned.

A dozen eyes were Fan Xixi and Aunt Wang, thinking about it. Aunt Wang is an old man next to the old lady, she doesn't want to take the initiative to make trouble with the old shrew, recently she and the old lady have finally been at peace for a while, and it is already very rare.

"Coming" looked at Aunt Wang and Fan Xixi curtsy her knees, which is quite decent. fiddled with his bright red nails again, "Looking for you, the main reason is that the Queen Mother's birthday is approaching, and I want to make her an embroidery to show her filial piety." ”

Raising his eyes and looking at Fan Xixi, "Do you have any good ideas?" ”

Fan Xixi curtsied and thought for a moment, "Madame Hui." I have two ideas here. ”

"One is to use different fonts to make a pair of 10,000 characters for the old lady, and then form a big longevity character from these 10,000 longevity characters, which is exquisite."

"Then there is an embroidery made in imitation of the previous Ming Dynasty's painting 'Fu Lu Shou Tu', which pays attention to the magnificence and beauty. What do you think? ”

Madame Gong lazily glanced up at Fan Xixi and found that the embroidered girl had her head down the whole time. Cut, the new girl in this embroidery workshop is too boring.

But the idea is not bad, anyway, it is better than what she thinks herself.

Mrs. Gong flipped from lying on her side to the right, her upper body was upright, and she bent into an arc. His legs were on top of the other, and his whole body was covered with a thin white lining and a purple tulle on the outside.

Peeking from Fan Xixi's lowered head, the hazy purple flesh was distinctly colored, smooth and soft, and it was so beautiful.

mature charm, no wonder I heard that Hou Ye likes to climb on his wife whenever he is free, and has given birth to so many daughters.

Gong Yanling looked at the curtain above the window, and muttered indifferently, "Okay, go down and start doing it, do a good job of the entire embroidery workshop this month." Then he looked at Fan Xixi with all kinds of charms, and teased the green silk hanging in front of him.

"Yes, ma'am." Fan Heedie pretended to be calm, but in fact, his heart felt as if he had been sniped.

The charm of a beautiful femme fatale is too terrifying, and if Fan Xixi were a man, I am afraid that he would have been provoked to the point that he would not know what to do.

At the same time, at the entrance of the village of Xiahe.

Fan Xiancheng and several officials were like dogs, took off their shirts, and hid under the willow tree in a big way. Only Jiang Qianliang took care of his image a little, and still stood next to him neatly dressed. But this doesn't mean that he is not hot, the crown is full of sweat, and it keeps coming out of his forehead and the tip of the pen, and Jiang Qianliang can't wipe it with his sleeve.

It has been a few more hours, and none of the remaining two village chiefs have come, and Fan Xiancheng finally reacted, it must be that Xia Lichang went to them to complain. I can't wait any longer today.

angrily threw his straw hat down, "This stinky shameless person must have gone to sue." ”

"Disperse, brothers, go back to your own house and find your own mother, no one will come to pay taxes today."

Pulled Jiang Qianliang's arm and dragged him up and left, "Uncle will take you home to rest!"

"These eight lambs, they don't come to pay taxes today, I will let them cry and come to me to pay taxes in two days." Leaving a cruel word to his fellow officials, Fan Xiancheng pulled Xiaobai and ran away without a trace.

On the way, Fan Xiancheng generously bought wine, bought two ice skates with sugar, and Xiaobai held one in his mouth, and he was in a good mood.

In the summer, as long as the heat can be cooled, everything is happy.

Like the two of them, the two hooked their shoulders and put their backs on their backs, and went home happily, as if the trouble of collecting taxes had disappeared all of a sudden.

After returning home, Zhang Xiuniang and Fan Xixi worked in the embroidery workshop, and the other in Efu. Instead, the two of them were idle at home. Fan Xiancheng looked at Xiaobai, who still had an injury on his shoulder.

I volunteered to go to the river and pick up a few buckets of cold water to come back, wanting to give two people a simple shower, today is a sweat, or the most comfortable bath.

Fan Xixi's father still took care of Xiaobai's shoulder injury, took the scoop, splashed it on Jiang Qianliang spoonful by spoon, and rubbed his back.

He took out two old Han shirts in his wardrobe and Jiang Qianliang one by one, sat on the recliner, fanned the fan at the same frequency, and no one looked at it without saying a word about the filial piety of the father and the son.

For example, Zhang Xiuniang was startled as soon as she entered the house, Xiaobai was still a white and clean young man when she went out in the morning, how could she put on an old man's shirt and fan the farmer's fan when she came back, looking honest and simple.

I have to admire my husband, who is really unique in his ability to bring people to sloppy, and quietly complained, "I have never seen you so close to your son." ”

It's not that Fan Xiancheng didn't hear it, it's just that he was too lazy to talk to a woman. Squinted his eyes lazily, straightened up and shouted loudly, "There is an injury at home, eat braised pork at night." ”

Zhang Xiuniang's mouth is even more pouted, and she stretches out her hand to open her mouth, which is completely the two sons. If Wang Bingli hadn't bought the meat early in the morning and put it at home, how could the family still have spare money to buy braised pork.

Remembering that Wang Bingli, who was tall and strong in the morning, still knew how to cook porridge in the kitchen, and then looked at these two lazy people, "Oh, she is too lazy to chatter"

"Tsk, people are better than people, angry people!" The little white face is white and clean, and he has no eyesight at all.

took out the meat from the side room, put it on the cutting board, chopped it up with all his strength, and vented all his anger on the two men outside.

"Bell, bell, bell" The two of them outside didn't notice anything wrong at all, even if the kitchen was noisy, they could lie on the chaise longue in the yard and swing back and forth leisurely.

Zhang Xiuniang watched the two of them swaying one after the other from outside the kitchen, and couldn't help but sigh while chopping, "Oh, what a father and son, father and son!" ”

Fan Xixi did not get out of Efu until the evening, but she still listened to Aunt Wang's instructions and took all the embroidery materials home. Aunt Wang's original words were, "People can go back, but they can't leave their work behind." ”

Fan Xixi ran all the way and pushed open the door.

Unexpectedly, I saw Fan Xiancheng, Zhang Xiuniang, and a young version of Fan Xiancheng eating homely food.

Fan Xixi howled at Fan Xiancheng: "Dad! What about Xiaobai? ”

rushed to Fan Xiancheng and almost picked up his collar, if it weren't for the fact that the old Han shirt worn by Fan Xiancheng had no collar and made Fan Xixi pounce, maybe Fan Xiancheng would really let his daughter slip up. "My mother said that Xiaobai followed you to collect taxes in the morning, aren't you worried that others don't come back?"

Fan Xiancheng was also angry, pointing to the miniature version of himself next to him, and shouted at his daughter: "Isn't this right here!" How dare you talk to your dad like that! ”

Fan Xixi seemed to reflect half a beat slowly, looked at Fan Xiancheng's raised arm, and found that he was wearing an old man's shirt, his hair was also messy, straw sandals were on his feet, and his mouth was full of oil. Emperor! ”

Oh my God! She didn't follow for a while, who is this little native in the countryside!