More than a month has passed since the birth of the little marquis, and the mansion has returned to orderly and busy days.

In the washroom, a group of eighty or ninety-year-old girls are pounding clothes, and some girls who are a little older and have buds are taking water from the well, adding them to the wooden basin of pounding clothes, and doing some hard work.

Among the women who pounded clothes, there was a Nizi who stood out from the crowd, although she was also wearing maid clothes.

The snow-white skin is as delicate as fat, the face is slightly round, and the appearance is very delicate and moving.

What's even more peculiar is that when she squints, Danfeng's eyes are slender and open, purple pupils and pupils in the pupils, and her eyes seem to have a terrifying magic.

Wu Baidan, a ten-year-old red-cheeked child this year, has a slightly longer body among his peers.

She was originally the princess of the White Feather Dead Country, and a few years ago, she was displaced from the waiter He Chongshu and suffered some hard days. Now living in a foreign land, serving as a humble servant in the Shenhua Marquis Mansion within the towering high walls, although he is busy every day, he is stable and steady.

Red-cheeks squatted to pound clothes, and the palms of the palms holding the wooden sticks were slightly red.

When she is immersed in work, Hong-cheek will also think of some past events, but the rich life in the palace and the doting warmth of her father and mother are too old to remember.

is the scene scene with He Chongshu, who she secretly complains about, but she can remember it again and again and linger.

At that time, Her Royal Highness the princess Wu Baidan first understood the world, and was kidnapped by the waiter He Chongshu and taken away from his father and mother and escaped from the palace.

The little man swore countless times on the road that one day he would take off the head of this heavy tree uncle.

As for the uncle's doting and cherishing along the way, after the young red-cheeked child recognized it, he only thought that he had bad intentions or was guilty of it.

So much so that He Chongshu was injured by the Hou Mansion Da Keqing, and his life was in danger, and Hong-cheek thought that he was going to die, and said in his ear, "You should have died".

In the past three or four years, not only has he grown white skin in the Hou Mansion, but he has also gained a lot of knowledge from other older people.

Knowing that his homeland died early, his relatives were either engulfed in the flames of war, or reduced to the bed of the traitorous vassal king, he realized that he had wronged Uncle Chongshu.

If you say how guilty you are about He Chongshu, it's not necessarily true.

After all, he also made himself suffer a lot, and in the end he lost the agreement and lost his life, and she became the humble maid of this Hou Mansion.

Thinking of this, Red-cheeks smashed the two sticks of a brocade robe in the basin, and the foam splashed.

Mercury foam fell on the face of a neighboring girl, she glared at Hong-Cheek fiercely, raised her stick and pretended to fight, Red-Cheek spat out her small fragrant tongue, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

The eldest girl who oversaw that there were two people playing and lazy, and wanted to teach a lesson, but when she looked at them, she saw that the two of them had good faces, and she was afraid that she would be able to climb up to a good position with that foxy face in the future.

It is not difficult to teach them today, but when you turn over in the future, your hard life will follow. So the discerning overseer chose to turn a blind eye and turned the rattan to teach a slow-working, dark-faced and ugly Nizi to go.

Killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys is also a very deep knowledge.

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When the autumn equinox is approaching, the trees in the courtyard are gradually turning autumn. The falling flowers are colorful, and the incense is scattered and muddy.

The green leaf lotus pond has lost its vigorous and elegant appearance, and has been replaced by dead leaves and dry branches full of ruined eyes. The lotus canopy that has been given the hope of life is still upright, and the brown and yellow branches are especially tough.

There are only two or three Chi Lotus swaying in the full pond, and the only remaining vitality is set against the lifeless full pond of lotus, and there are no butterflies and bees flying, lonely and lonely, and desolate.

The light of the small pavilion in the pond is reflected, and the vermilion lacquer pillar reflects the mottled image of the residual lotus.

The summer is dying, and the autumn breeze is gradually rising.

Mrs. Hou, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, Chu Xiaoting, took a cool seat in the shadow of Xiaoxie to escape this last trace of heat.

The lump of meat in his abdomen became more and more bulging, and Chu Xiaoting, who was slightly delicate, could only sit comfortably by leaning on his back.

Shenhua Hou Feng went out to deal with an important military matter, took the time to rush back to the house, bathed and washed off the dust of servants, and walked into this lotus pond pavilion lightly.

The Shenhua Marquis Feng Xuan, who has been standing in recent years, has a more and more calm and strong bearing, and his face that has been weathered for a long time is not fair, nor is it as rough and sloppy as a reckless man on the battlefield.

The knife-cut face and handsome facial features are very eye-catching in the crowd, and a pair of eyes are full of majesty, but at the moment they are full of warm and pampering soft light.

Chu Xiaoting seemed to be bathed in the bright sunshine of spring, narrowed his slender eyes slightly, and showed a charming smile that was charming and clear towards the dazzling sunshine, and greeted him simply: "Are you back?"

Feng Wei looked at his wife's face without powder for a long time, and it seemed that he didn't have the amazing and youthful loveliness when he was young, but for some reason, it became more and more obsessed. Finding that his blood was tumbling in his throat, Feng Xuan's throat was dry, and he couldn't say some new love words, so he said helplessly: "I'm back!"

Chu Xiaoting, who looked kind and proud, beckoned her husband to sit together, Feng Wei did not sit next to his wife, but carried a wooden stool and sat at the bottom of Chu Xiaoting.

Gently lift the long legs under the skirt and place them on your combined legs. The technique is old-fashioned, gently massaging Chu Xiaoting's swollen and sour calves.

Chu Xiaoting's pretty face flushed slightly, but he didn't adjust his posture so tightly, he leaned on the beauty leaning, and wantonly enjoyed the condescension and pampering of a prince.

Just looking at her husband who looked serious and had not yet completely dried his hair, Chu Xiaoting's girlish feelings couldn't help but emerge in his heart. Playing with a few strands of her husband's hair, Chu Xiaoting sighed sincerely: "It's so good......"

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In a spacious study school in the Hou Mansion, several children of the same age tilted their heads or nodded, or bit the barrel of the pen or held the books upside down, and the teacher who walked between the desks held the ring ruler and knocked on the head one by one.

Only a child in the middle of the front row has never been beaten, this little baby has red lips and white teeth, and her appearance is lovely, it is the little marquis Feng Xingyu.

However, this teacher is a well-known strict teacher, and he can look at Feng Xingyu differently, not because of his identity as a prince, but because Feng Xingyu is really well-behaved and smart.

At this time, Feng Xingyu was literate, and he was not so amazing, but after experiencing a change on his birthday, his frivolity was much more restrained.

Xiao Xingyu seemed to be in the golden-eyed purple inkstone to adjust the water and ink, the piece of purple qiong frost pine smoke ink that was as hard as jade, as smooth as grease and as lacquer in his hand, slowly melted into ink in the water, and the ink did not stain his hands.

Adjust the ink, dip the ink with a thin purple pen, and plagiarize the enlightenment poems arranged by Mr.

Mr. Lou Qianhe, a teacher in Houfu, was fifty and six years old, and he was famous when he was young, but he was later suppressed by his colleagues in the officialdom because of his background, and he resigned in anger, and concentrated on studying and cultivating himself, and his reputation in Yanlong Sanzhou was praised.

Lou Qianhe did not love gold and silver wealth all his life, nor was he greedy for fine wine, and he was close to the sixtieth year, but he loved elegant things.

After turning from Qingliu Keqing to a teaching craftsman, Mrs. Hou Ye selected several sets of literary treasures sent to the school, each of which was Lou Qianhe's favorite.

In particular, the purple qiong frost pine smoke ink made by the hands of self-made ink masters is heavy but not muddy, and the paper is dry and condensed but not scattered, plus a dipterocarp rosin, which is really the best in ink.

Xiao Xingyu's writing technique is still immature, the shape and meaning of the book are insufficient, Mr. Lou Qianhe stood behind, already very pleased, secretly praised: "Win in the rules and regulations, show no sharpness, at a young age can have such a stroke, it will not be difficult to become everyone in the future!"

After copying nearly 100 words of poems, Mr. Lou Qianhe patiently taught some simple knowledge, and the students followed with shaking their heads to read and listen, and they did not feel that they were getting more and more westward. When the sundial was announced, the sound of the copper chime sounded, and the children fled after bidding farewell to Mr.

Xiao Xingyu also got up and left the school, and then the maid servant entered the room to clean up the treasure.

When I left the room, I saw the sunset, and the silhouette of the reddish and yellowish shadow was about to sink when it hung diagonally on the wall. In the early autumn, the warm and cold toss and turn, as if the four seasons have passed in one day, Xiao Xingyu waited for a maid to tie the knot rope of the splendid cloak, and then walked towards the small courtyard of the star curtain.

When Hou Zi was born, the Star Curtain Courtyard was almost destroyed after the fall of the Heavenly Stone and the battle of the Demon Deer, except for the main wing, the rest of the buildings were rebuilt later.

Chu Xiaoting loves flowers and does not like the delicate and delicate flowers of weakness, so the courtyard is planted with tall flower trees, peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, plum blossoms, azaleas, etc., or unopened or has withered, no flowers to enjoy.

A large fringed tree is in its prime, blooming at this time, the white snow almost obscures the branches and leaves, and the short yellowish grass on the ground is covered with a layer of fluffy snowflakes.

Several crape myrtle trees are connected into a patch, and the flowers are in full swing.

Among the flowers and trees in the garden, the rarest is a 400-year-old osmanthus tree, which was transplanted here from the south a few months ago. Due to the lack of adaptation to the water and soil, the flowering period is pushed forward, and the orange-red four-petal flowers with the color of duck egg yolk are clustered together and piled up between the branches.

The fragrance of the sky is fluttering, intoxicating.

Several little maids aged eight, nine, and ten years old were picking up cinnamon seeds under the tree, and one of them heard the footsteps, straightened his waist, and looked up, and saw a group of people serving around a child, passing by.

The little boy had a delicate and lovely face, clear eyebrows and eyes, and a wide cloak hidden from the neck down, and glanced to the side with his feet and his head slightly sideways.

I saw a girl with a much slender body much longer than her companion standing and resting, white and beautiful. The two looked at each other, and the girl's purple eyes shone brightly, like sparkling gems.

One is the prince of the gods, a treasure in his hand.

One is the princess of the dead country, a cage slave.

There was no turmoil in the hearts of the two, Xiao Xingyu walked forward, and the red cheeks still bent down to pick up the cinnamon. A seed, but quietly planted in the hearts of the two.

In the main wing room of the star curtain courtyard, the incense is quiet and the candlelight is soft. Hou Ye Feng is inconvenient to decorate the makeup of Chu Xiaoting during pregnancy, the forehead of the flower dian, is the most common and very test method of plum blossom makeup, the two of them said some warm and sweet words in the room, but they didn't realize that it was late, and it was the day of the evening meal.

The food was ready, the mother-in-law and maids knocked on the door to invite, and the husband and wife left the room. The maid of the Chu family, who married into the Hou Mansion of Shenhua, has now been promoted to a mother-in-law, and she has completely settled down in the Hou Mansion, and the man in the family is also the manager of the Hou Mansion, and his status is not high, but he has some real power in his hands.

The two helped each other to cross the threshold, and the married mother-in-law saw that their young lady and Hou Ye were neatly dressed, and their hair buns were not messy, and they didn't seem to be doing anything embarrassing in the room. So his dark face softened slightly, and he supported Chu Xiaoting, who had a round and bulging belly, on the other side.

In the heart of the married mother-in-law, men are not ashamed and do not know how to control the color embryo, Miss and other national colors and Tianxiang are in the same room with such a tiger wolf, the body is light and healthy, and now she is pregnant with Liujia, I am really afraid of a bad thing.

Xiao Xingyu was already waiting in the dining hall and saluting his parents before serving.

A few rough dishes that ordinary people can't afford to eat are just right for the body of the rich and noble to nourish their stomachs. A pot of nourishing and nourishing soup is shared by a family of four, and the taste is acceptable.

After the meal, according to the usual practice, Chu Xiaoting urged Xiao Xingyu to read and copy a Buddhist scripture, this scripture is obscure and difficult, Xiao Xingyu has not yet become familiar with the meaning of the words in the scripture, but just draws a gourd in the same way.

It's just that Chu Xiaoting was obviously absent-minded today, read a few words wrong, and was stunned for a while.

Finally, I was able to get through the hour and return to my lodgings. Chu Xiaoting was overjoyed, and his steps were much brisker.

Seeing this, the married mother-in-law couldn't help but whisper a few words in the young lady's ear, Chu Xiaoting pretended to be calm, but he couldn't hide the crimson on his cheeks: "Don't talk more, I'll be careful!"

After sending the young lady back to the room, the married woman couldn't help but sigh: "This little sheep hit the tiger's mouth by himself, what can I do." Wronged ......"