The second housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion saw Qin Shou'an and Tang Wanrong facing each other, Tang Wanrong's eyes were like the remnants of snow on the top of the mountain outside the city, and he hurriedly laughed, turned around and ran away.

When the prime minister Fang Duwei, the mansion and the Langya palace were separated by a bluestone alley, and the apricot blossoms in the backyards of the two families poked out of the branches, which could be staggered together.

There are also all kinds of green vines, wisterias, pothos branches and tillers flourishing, climbing up the wall in large areas, hanging all over the alley when the flowers bloom, and the flower admirers who come and go can't tell whose flowers and plants are.

The second housekeeper is called Fang Sande, his body is slightly fat, he walks slightly panting, carries his clothes and crosses the alley, brushes aside the dew-stained vines, walks into the house, and trots all the way to the water pavilion in the backyard.

The pavilion resembles a giant birdcage, with a large number of colorful enamel and glass on the top, and the walls are pure white and elegant, and the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows exude a light morning light.

Surrounded by flowers in the verdant greenery, surrounded by sparkling lakes, waterfowl splashing on the waves, and swimming fish jumping, it is a beautiful sight to behold.

"Gift...... Queen Mother, the prince of Langya is indeed as tall as in the portrait, with a waist like a wolf dog, a look better than a fairy monarch, legs as long as a crane, wide shoulders and narrow hips, and he can be called a peerless beautiful man. ”

Fang Sande replied through the dense pearlescent curtain, and after speaking, he held his breath, respectfully bowed his head and stood with his hands tied, and the dew on his hair flowed down wetly, and he didn't dare to tidy it up.

A long scroll was thrown out of the curtain and spread along the stone steps, on which was the portrait of Qin Shou'an, the son of the king of Langya.

If he was here, he would have recognized the one he had sent back to the Langya Mansion on his eighteenth birthday.

"That's what he really looks like?"

"Yes...... Not to say exactly the same, there are also ninety percent similar. ”

"Humph!"

A proud cold voice passed through the bead curtain, and there was a thick dissatisfaction in the arrogance.

It was as if the finch that had just learned to sing on the clouds was singing and singing, but it did not get a response or praise from another finch it liked, and opened its small mouth angrily and let out a long cry.

"How dare he look like something else!" The finches were even more angry.

“……”

"Tell me again, did he go through the door?" Another soft voice said, it seemed that the focus of the matter was not what Qin Shou'an had become.

Fang Sande was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound, and when he heard his own young lady's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief.

hurriedly walked around early in the morning, watched secretly, and the news obtained from the exchange with the aunts and girls, synthesized the facts of the scene, and finished telling it in one go.

"Let's go down."

Fang Sande took a few steps backwards before turning around and leaving quickly.

A delicate and plain white palm opened the bead curtain, picked up the portrait that was thrown on the ground, and stared at the beautiful man's eyes with a hint of amazement, it was Fang Duwei's youngest daughter Fang Zhimei.

"One day, two days, three days, four days......"

Fang Zhimei counted with his hands, "We waited for him here for four days...... Brother Shou'an should be delayed on the road......"

"Who waited for him for four days? That's you! ”

Fang Zhimei glanced at the queen mother who seemed to be a little embarrassed, and then said: "He came back in a hurry, without preparation, and he didn't expect that the Tang clan couldn't wait to seize power. ”

Speaking of when she was a child, the queen mother opened another picture scroll, but there was a round little boy on it, with both hands clenched into fists on his waist, holding his head high and holding his chest high, quite arrogant and domineering that his six relatives did not recognize.

There are other people in the picture, and standing in the far corner is the youngest Fang Zhimei, who tiptoes to look as tall as everyone else.

In the painting, Fang Zhimei knows five or six out of ten, except for the round little boy Qin Shou'an, who bends down and reaches out to touch his belly, his face is full of surprise and joy, and the cute little girl is the queen mother in front of her.

Another little boy who occupies a prominent position in the picture scroll, looking particularly arrogant and cold, has become the son of today.

The children in the other scattered paintings are not all the children of high-ranking officials and nobles, but there are as many as twenty or thirty of them, with different postures and vivid expressions, depicting the childishness and innocence of the children vividly.

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and some of these people are still in Longyin City, and they have been added to the rank and inherited the family business.

There are also those who are still gentlemen, addicted to wine-colored dogs and horses all day long.

Some of them have gone overseas, and their whereabouts are unknown, and it is impossible to get these people together to play again.

Thinking of these young girls who were worried about the new words, Fang Zhimei smiled faintly.

You must know that it is the gathering of everyone in this picture scroll, and it is not the real scene, but her father Fang Duwei spent three months painting it and gave it to the queen's birthday gift.

"When I was a teenager, I was always blown away by the rain and wind." The queen mother also seemed to be infected by Fang Zhimei's emotions, pinched a cherry, but fell to the ground.

Fang Zhimei was thinking about the intrigue in the house next door, and from a personal point of view, she hoped that the prince of Langya, who was called "Brother Shou'an" when she was a child, would finally win.

glanced at the queen mother, she went out of the palace to play, but in the backyard of the prime minister's private house, she was casual and relaxed.

The cloud temples were slightly scattered, which made her lazy and charming a little more, and her soft shoulders couldn't hang the shawl, revealing the clavicle groove full of morning light.

The chest is precipitated with the elegance and majesty of the snow-capped mountains outside the city of Longyin, but the waist is extremely slender, the long skirt slides off the jade shoots slender and straight, and the bare feet step on the cherry.

The two snow-sparkling toes crushed the cherry, and the sweet juice bloomed, but the white fat between the toes was dyed a ripe red.

"Niangniang never thought that Brother Shou'an would become a beautiful man like a green pine on the cliff, but I am afraid that he never thought that the eighteenth change of the mother and daughter is already the color of the country and the city."

Fang Zhimei's eyes moved away from the queen's mother's bust that was crushed and cracked, and the mother had really grown up.

"I'm big, but he's small."

The queen's pink cheeks showed a little ruddy and charming, "Look at him, he doesn't have a soft belly at all now, and he looks like a son who scratches his head in the willow lane of Flower Street and hooks up with a woman with a leather face." ”

Fang Zhimei was a little suspicious of the shyness and charm overflowing in the queen's eyes: You are the queen mother now, and you still want to touch people's soft belly like when you were a child?

I heard that fat people often attract such women with their soft belly, and then the belly is upside down, which makes the woman like it...... Hey, Fang Zhimei hasn't experienced it either, but I've only heard from the aunts and sisters-in-law in the streets and alleys about their experiences.

In short, the current Qin Shou'an's physical appearance will be more popular, Fang Zhimei turned his back to the queen mother, unfolded the recent picture scroll, and looked at the beautiful people, how could those son-like sons compare with him?

Thinking of the descriptions and descriptions of the wonderful uses of men by her aunts and sisters-in-law, Fang Zhimei also pinched a cherry and stuffed it into her mouth, but she didn't suck, suck, bite or chew, her mind fluttered, her legs suddenly sat down softly, and she quickly bit the cherry in her mouth to meet the suspicious gaze of the queen, full of sweetness.

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