Chapter 5: How can a tree fall in the building be able to support it? (1)

You are blessed, and you are attracted by the lady. The food and clothing alone are more than 30% better than the servants in other courtyards, not to mention monthly money. The rewarded items are enough for you to be a heirloom.

Jif followed Mo Yue for about half a stick of incense. Although it was the second time she came to Gu Yi Building, she was still amazed by this small building with carved beams and painted buildings.

The sun sets in the west, the yellow tiles sprinkle in green tiles, and the face is soft and soft, leaning on the railings on the third floor, looking at the flying geese on the distant mountains.

The eyebrows are frowning, the ends are melodious, the eyes are filled with sorrow, and the corners of the lips are raised.

A view of a beautiful woman in the cold winter comes to her eyes.

Mo Yue stopped in front of the small building, and the maid holding the lamp on both sides gave up a wide Taoist for Jifu. Mo Yue looked back at her and thought to herself that this person looked very good. If she could smile more, she would be better than Mu Chenjue.

Although Jif lowered her eyes and never spoke, she looked like she was not close to her, Mo Yue was afraid that she would pretend to be like this. She was like this in front of others, and behind her, she looked like she was not caring about the world.

She finally sent a fox son away, but she could not put another one in to harm her lady. Moreover, her nominal look at the New Year's daughter-in-law was very honest. If she really wanted to be a monster, who wouldn't be able to catch her?

Even the Daluo Golden Immortal must be unable to resist a woman with the face of a Bodhisattva and the heart of a fairy.

Go up to the third floor, turn right and the room at the end is. The young lady lives on the second floor. She has already rested. You can go up and walk lighter.

Mo Yue pointed at Jif and said repeatedly, remember, don’t say things you shouldn’t say, don’t do things you shouldn’t do, stay away from the lady, if I know that you have encouraged her to hook her up, be careful that I will ask someone to tie you up and sell you out of the house.

Keef nodded back to her.

Yes, whether it is the New Year's daughter-in-law or the wife of the young master of the future Marquis's house, there is always a word slave hanging before both. If the son of Chu Linghou hopes comes down, she will be a slave who has made contributions. If she has not, she will not even be a slave. She will become a disaster star and a sinner who will be the one who has lost his son and grandson in the Marquis' house.

She came to the Hou’s Mansion for seven years, and the son of Chuling Hou Xinji Day and Night was not born for seven years.If it weren't for the fact that Chu Linghou bought a few more daughters-in-law to celebrate the New Year and was useless, she would probably have to bear the blame for breaking his incense until she died.

As the person was coming upstairs, Yan Qingci looked down at Mo Yue, staring at him with his head raised, and smiled sweetly: Have you done what you have done?Just stand here.

Mo Yue was shocked and remembered that Yan Qingci ordered him to give gifts to Mu Chenjue.

There is not much left in the world of calligraphy and paintings of Zhang Zhidong, the previous dynasty. The snow is getting heavier. If it gets wet, I will lose face in front of King Li. I will see that I have been having a snack for a whole month.

Mo Yue was so scared that she opened her face and led a group of maids to send her to the painting in a hurry.

Yan Qingci smiled in anger, and the sound of the man's approaching footsteps came to his ears.

Why don’t you like the clothes I gave you?

Yan Qingci saw that Jif was still wearing the coarse linen sheathed before, and Yuemei raised a few curiously on the ground. She closed the colorful red-bottomed cloak on her body. As she walked, the patterns of phoenix-picked peonies became lively and flew with the owner into the guest room that had not been opened for a long time.

From now on, you will be my personal maid, and you will be treated the same as Wenqin Moyue. This is your bedroom. How about it? How can you look satisfied?

Jif followed her into the room, and the room was warm and open, as if it was much better than the cold and remote Guardian.

Yan Qingci secretly observed her expression. The ordinary maid should have been happy when she heard this, but she was not sad or happy, and she seemed to be begging her.

There are too many flaws, and if it is made in detail in the palace, it would be too stupid.

Seeing her eyes were dull, the wood seemed to be motionless.Yan Qingci suddenly lost interest, pushed open the wooden window, picked up the green plum wine warmed in hot water, leaned on the beauty couch, and enjoyed the snow while drinking.

When she was in high spirits, she heard her chant: The jade sand is so charming, the silver bunch is ruthless, the flowers are new, and the Lan Pavilion is gone forever.

Why do childhood sweethearts go together?

Yan Qingci turned around and asked Jiff. After a while, he started to sneer and shook his head contemptuously to continue drinking.

Jif didn't care how frustrated the lady of the Hou Mansion was at this moment. Isn't she suffering from bereavement today?

The nanny's body is still in the lower yard. She needs to notify her relatives to pay tribute to her and wait for her. After she is buried, she will be freed up to consider whether to restore the country.

She was pressing her step by step, making her breathless.

You have never said a word since you stepped in and came here.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Yan Qingci gradually became drunk. You also think I am ridiculous, right?

It was obviously the tempted party, but in the end it became the one who fell the deepest.

Yan Qingci was dissatisfied with the other party's silent appearance, pulled the person over and pressed him on the beauty's couch, picked her chin, and asked her face to face: Is it really so difficult to be together?

Jif didn't know how a daughter who had been kept in the deep boudoir for many years had such strength. She couldn't push and pull it away, so she put her hand on her shoulders and frowned and said, "Miss Three is drunk."

Keeffe, accumulate blessings?Not nice.

Yan Qingci's fruity fragrance of green plum wine spewed on the face of the person under her. She blinked her drunken eyes and bet on a bet, I'll give you a name, Xilan, what?

Seeing that the limbs of the person beneath her were trembling, Yan Qingci was slightly shocked, and the guess was confirmed. She grabbed her wrist, her slightly drunk eyes immediately woke up.

Are you really the Shuyang princess of the previous dynasty?

What is your purpose in sneaking into the Marquis’ Mansion?

Framed?revenge?

say!

Outside the attic window, there was a crackling sound of firecrackers at the Prince Li Mansion in Chengnan several miles away, and more than a hundred fireworks soared into the sky, illuminating the dark night sky in an instant.

Yan Qingci stared blankly into the sky. When ordinary people were bridal chambers, relatives would hang out tents and make fun of each other. King Li was not the common people, and few people dared to make fun of him. At this moment, they must have been drinking the same wine.

How would he touch her?

Should I go straight to the main business with a hurry, or would I be like myself, twisting my hands and feet, not daring to be reckless at all, but I carefully love her and love her?

The endless jealousy made her obsessed.

She leaned over and kissed the woman below, and she was pious from her cheek to her neck and shoulders.

She kissed her as Mu Chenjue. She stroked her and showed all kinds of tenderness to her body. She imagined that the bride who was far away in Prince Li’s mansion was lying beside her, never breaking the contract or becoming a princess. She was also her cousin, and she would talk about poetry and enjoy all kinds of things with her, and she could write lyrics to express her love...

Jife... No, now she should be called Xilan.She never expected that the lady in front of her would suddenly pull herself to the couch and press her down on her face. She was not heavy, but she couldn't bear it.

She didn't expect the other party to kiss her. Her plump red lips were pressed against her neck, and the fragrance of the fruit wine mixed with the extravagant smell of precious spices rushed into her nose.

It is more confusion and fear of an unknown thing than disgust.

open!

So she struggled and refused. After years of physical training, she had the capital to get rid of the shackles.

Even though Yan Qingci was born with divine power, he was a daughter who was not touching the spring water. After a few rounds of suppression, he lost his strength. After pushing and pulling for a while, the other party's outer coat was still unmoved.

At that time, Yan Qingci and Xi Lan turned up and down, and the person who took the initiative to attack was now being pressed on his shoulders and could not get up.

Yan Qingci smiled bitterly, thinking that she did not have the talent to be flirted with others, so she and Mu Chenjue have been in love with each other for many years, so she deserved to be taken away by her lover.

What do you want?Tell Mo Taijinlie?

Xilan's beautiful eyes were locked on her cold and piercingly.

Otherwise, will you be willing to support you and wait for the Marquis’ Mansion to be executed?

Yan Qingci was discouraged and blurted out any words without any brewing.

Traitor!

This is called a hero who knows the times.

Xilan freed up a hand to pinch her neck and told her rationally that she could not use ruthlessness. If she really pinched the Miss Hou's house, she would not be able to escape.

However, she knew how to kill people and hearts best. She glanced at the grand scene of fireworks outside the window, and lowered her eyes and sneered: No wonder she abandoned you like a worn-out shoe, and who would really like to be the daughter of a traitor?

The dragon has its reverse scales, and Yan Qingci also has its own pain. At present, Mu Chenjue is the pain that she cannot say. Xi Lan picks up this matter, it is just adding fuel to the fire and raising the wind.

You stop talking!

I insisted that even that dog, Bai Ding knew that he had to choose the one who protected the master.

Xilan didn't know when she was so mean. She said something that she didn't dare to think about. Perhaps she couldn't see the person in front of her always looking arrogant, or perhaps she just wanted to make her angry. See how she would act like under the provocation, and whether it would be completely contrary to her usual poetic and picturesque appearance?

King Li has a surname of Motai. He is a serious Beiyuan royal family with a fief and status. The Marquis of Chuling is just a clown who makes money in troubled times. He has no body and will sooner or later sit and eat up the whole country. If you were to follow the prince who can give his title to his wife, or would he keep a ridiculous oath to wait for someone who can't give him a title for his lifetime?

Stop talking!I don't want to listen!

Yan Qingci struggled violently at first, but later gradually exhausted, and finally he was unwilling to resist. He sobbed and covered his face and started crying. The sound of her speech was weak due to crying. When she said the last sentence, it was not like an order, but more like a tone of asking for help. Stop talking...

In this way, it was Xilan's turn to be at a loss.She never expected that the other party would react like this. She expected that the other party would bite her madly, but she never expected Yan Qingci to cry.

The strange woman who was rumored to be quarrel with hundreds of talented men and was not frightened to learn about the famous poems of the same dynasty at the poetry fighting conference could not even say that she had not read a few books in the Xia Renyuan?

Xi Lan seemed to hit the cotton with one punch. Not only did she not receive the feedback she wanted, but there was also a needle hidden in the cotton. The back of her hand was itchy all over her body.

The beauty cried, and even her heart was made of iron and stone, she could not withstand this kind of sorrow.

Xilan immediately let go of her hand that clamped her, closed her knees and knelt on the couch, and used both hands to push her hands that were crying while wiping her tears, wiping her tears, and coaxing her with a stiff face: Don't cry, I won't say anything.

real?

Yan Qingci looked over with his hazy tears.

Xi Lan uncomfortably moved her gaze elsewhere and responded in a complicated mood: Yes.

Yan Qingci: Then pull me up.

Xi Lan subconsciously held her hand, and when something was wrong, it was already a dizzy moment.

The two of them are reversing again, are you lying to me?!

Xi Lan stared at the laughing person above in disbelief.

There is an old saying: Soldiers never get tired of deceit.

Yan Qingci curled his lips and quickly pulled off the cloth belt around her waist. He wrapped it four or five circles around her wrists, tightly hugging them in front of her.

With a light raising of her left hand, she pressed her tied hands on top of her head, spreading her legs with her legs, and stretched her right hand into her skirt without saying a word.