The Yulan Festival in Shangjing is approaching, and Zhuangzi is starting to get busy.

The Yulan Festival is in May every year, at the turn of spring and summer, mosquitoes are frequent, and it is customary for people to bathe in orchid soup to remove pollution.

Qiao Yuan finished dinner, idle and bored, carrying a lamp to learn to weave a five-color rope with his grandmother, Daji has always had the tradition of wearing a five-color rope for children in the Yulan Festival, meaning to drive away evil spirits and eliminate disasters.

Green Sleeves was preparing for the Yulan Festival, and thought of something: "Madam, is this year's zongzi still the same as in previous years?" “

Ordinary people's zongba generally put some dates and meat filling, Qiao Yuan is different, she likes to put all kinds of ingredients, eight treasures, lotus seeds, pine nuts, ham, not all like to eat, but I like the freshness when I pick a different zongba.

Qiao Yuan's white jade-like fingers were wrapped around the colorful silk threads, and he looked at his grandmother's movements in a dazzled manner, and he didn't care to look up, and hurriedly responded.

Green Sleeves said angrily: "This year is different, Madame think about it again, what is there to taboo?" “

Qiao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and only when he came back to his senses did he understand the meaning of Green Sleeves' words.

She has been by Qiao Yuan's side for many years and knows her wife's preferences well, so this sentence is naturally not a taboo to ask Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan said casually: "Don't put red beans." “

This kind of thing generally doesn't appear in daily meals, but once before, Qi Cun accidentally ate a pastry with red bean pastry, and he had a rash on his back.

The mugwort leaves in the bamboo tube at the door have been burned, and the unique smell of wormwood remains in the air.

Da Zhuang's hand that pushed the door in paused, and a trace of weirdness passed through his heart.

He could naturally hear that this was asking him about his taboos, but he himself didn't know when he couldn't eat red beans.

Mrs. Xu herself doesn't want to eat red bean paste recently.

Da Zhuang didn't pay attention to it, and crossed the threshold with long legs.

When the grandmother and the maid saw that he had returned, they all packed up their things and withdrew.

Qiao Yuan sat on the soft couch, his head bowed slightly, his eyelashes were long, the candle flame shone on his face, and his face was as smooth as mutton fat jade, which rarely reflected a bit of gentleness.

She was still treading the silk thread, not paying attention to the movement, and she didn't come back to her senses until she was held on her lap.

"Why have you been back so late these days?"

Da Zhuang touched her face, and rested his chin on her shoulder: "The emperor is sick again." “

At this time, Kyoto warmed up, and the emperor fell ill at this time, which shows how far his body has collapsed.

Qiao Yuan sighed, still fighting wits and courage with the five-colored rope, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

The little beauty has always done her best, and she was not satisfied with the previous braiding several times, and now the silk threads are entwined.

Qiao Yuan became more and more chaotic, and a pair of hands stretched out behind him, and his five fingers shuttled through the thread, patiently parting the entangled strands of silk thread.

Qiao Yuan turned his head and saw that he had slanted his eyebrows and sideburns, and his eyes were serious.

A dignified man who leads soldiers to war, he is not impatient at all to do this kind of meticulous work.

The dark eyes reflected the candle flame, and the warm body temperature passed from the back of the adjacent, and Qiao Yuan's fingers curled.

The man noticed her gaze, and his subordinates kept moving, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Qiao Yuan always felt that the place where he was kissed was scary, and even the temperature spread from the small half of his face little by little, and his body couldn't help but move.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of a man's breathing was left in Qiao Yuan's ears, obviously he didn't know how many more excessive things he had done, and the little beauty was sometimes incredibly innocent.

Da Zhuang didn't seem to notice his wife's discomfort, and still firmly circled her.

Qiao Yuan struggled a few times, not only did he not push the hand on his waist, but he felt the muscles under him getting tighter and tighter, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and honestly nestled in his arms.

The candle flame was reflected on the window paper, swaying a little warm.

I don't know how long it took, Qiao Yuan was about to fall asleep in a daze, and felt something on his wrist.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a five-colored rope that had been braided.

The size is appropriate, not many delicate patterns, but the veins are delicate, and the complex colors set off the thin wrists to deceive the frost and snow.

Qiao Yuan dialed the string and said awkwardly: "This is worn by children." “

When she was a child, Qiao's mother would knit it for her every year, and the feeling of wearing a five-color rope on her wrist was familiar and unfamiliar.

Da Zhuang touched his wife's fingertips and opened his five fingers.

His finger joints were slender and slightly closed, easily covering the pink and white jade hands, like wrapping the delicate and delicate stamens.

"Madame is younger than me."

Qiao Yuan scratched his palm, remembering that he had been in a hurry all night, and he was too lazy to throw Brother Ting'er's share to him.

Da Zhuang lowered his eyes.

Qiao Yuan watched him slowly pull out a few new silk threads, supporting his legs and trying to sit up, but he accidentally pressed an angular object.

It's like a box or something.

Sure enough, Da Zhuang took out a wooden box from his clothes: "Passing by Cui Rouge Pavilion today, I happened to have a new lipstick." “

Inside the box are several delicate small porcelain vases, which can be opened to reveal a thin and bright red.

Qiao Yuan's eyes lit up, he couldn't wait to get up, sat in front of the diorama, and struggled with which one to apply at first, thought about it for a long time, and turned around and asked Da Zhuang which color he thought was good-looking.

Da Zhuang looked at the almost red color in a few small porcelain vases, and pointed to one with difficulty.

Fortunately, Qiao Yuan picked out the bottle very face-savingly, dipped it in a little lipstick, and carefully applied it to his lips.

This lipstick should be mixed with pearl powder, and the texture is delicate.

Qiao Yuan's lip flap is not as thin as usual, a little meaty, fresh and full like a freshly picked cherry, and when applied with lipstick, it looks even more delicate.

Qiao Yuan looked left and right, looked at the beauty in the mirror beautifully, admired enough, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and tried other colors.

Da Zhuang saw that she was busy, beautiful and flamboyant like a little peacock, and his eyes couldn't help but smile.

By the time he had finished weaving Xiao Shizi's share of the five-color rope, Qiao Yuan had already tried all the colors with great interest, and even thought about what clothes to wear tomorrow and which bottle of lipstick.

Several small porcelain vases were opened and placed in front of the makeup box, Da Zhuang swept it slightly, and saw that one of them had barely moved: "Why doesn't Madame apply this?" “

As soon as the words fell, I saw Qiao Yuan turn his head.

There was even some strange resentment in the little beauty's eyes, and after looking at him for a long time, she hummed and chirped: "Why don't you paint it, naturally I don't like it." “

Da Zhuang picked up the small porcelain vase strangely, and with his eyesight, he naturally couldn't see any difference between this color and the others, "Why don't you like it?" “

Qiao Yuan curled her fingers, seeing that Da Zhuang was really curious, as if she would keep asking if she didn't answer.

The little beauty was silent for a while, the tips of her ears were covered with thin red, and finally she couldn't help but speak: "Because there is nectar added to it, the taste is too sweet!" “

Her expression was ashamed, her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were resentful, but people couldn't help but bully them even more.

Da Zhuang's eyes darkened, his fingers dipped in some lipstick, and he smeared the rosy lip flap little by little.

The tip of the nose is full of vague fragrance, and the fingertips are delicate to the touch, with slight pressure, and the fingertips scratch the corners of the lips, leaving a red mark on the snow skin.

Da Zhuang followed his heart, bent down and tasted it carefully, and after that, his eyebrows were raised.

It's really sweet and greasy.

(End of chapter)