wear it lord god

Chapter 1279 Willing to Be an Ugly Girl 6
Since you want to change your destiny, you must operate it.

Seeing that the smile on Mrs. Mingzi's face disappeared completely, and her eyes showed a fierce look; the mask-like, pale face was a bit ferocious, and Xi Ning secretly laughed.

As for this bastard thing, she still rushed to ask for it. My sister tried to prevent the first princess of the Erhe River Basin from marrying her brother thousands of years ago, so there is a way not to marry her own nephew this time.

She sighed slightly: "Mother doesn't have to be angry, my daughter has figured it out after being in a coma for the past two days."

Mrs. Akiko was about to say what she wanted to understand, when the tea set was brought up, along with Mr. Fujiwara Michizane.

The maids are smart people, knowing that the second lady and the fifth lady want to talk, they will not come up.But when he learned that Mr. Fujiwara was coming, he quickly brought the tea set up.

When Xining saw the body owner's father, the sky thundered again.This bloated, wearing a foot-high black hat, with a big white face, shaved eyebrows, and round crescent eyebrows, is the legendary Fujiwara Michijo?

Fortunately, it was the Heian period, and there was no custom of shaving the head. Thinking about the samurai's head in the future, how ecstasy it would be.

In modern times, Ding Mao and Yue Daitou are sharp tools to test the appearance of male stars.Fortunately, this ugly hairstyle hasn't started yet, otherwise, with Xining's face control, he would hang himself, and don't cover his eyes.

Mr. Fujiwara was 54 years old at this time, and Mrs. Naga and Mrs. Ming were two years old. According to the age of the nobles at that time, they were already considered longevity.

Looking at her attire, she should have come here after taking off her court clothes and changing into plain clothes.You must know that the court clothes of the nobles at this time are three meters long and are dragged on the ground and dragged back and forth.

I am really convinced by this nation, I wish I could hang all the fabrics on my body, the fabrics on the men are enough to make three or four sets of clothes, and the fabrics on the women are enough to spread out.

Xining hurriedly sat down on her knees, her mother would pamper her, but her father was not easy to talk to.

Mr. Fujiwara walked over, took off his clogs, walked up, and sat down cross-legged: "Just make me a cup too."

Seeing the maid next to Mrs. Mingzi pick up the scythe and start beating on the side of the small stove, ready to light the fire to boil water, Xining said, "I'll do it."

At this time, the tea is brewed exactly according to the method of Tang tea, and the so-called "Tao" that is so complicated and boastful has not yet been formed.Tea is also precious and only the nobles can enjoy it.

If she followed the tea ceremony in the future, she would have no time to repeatedly wipe the tea bowls and order tea with cramped hands.

Sometimes I really don't know if this nation is mentally ill.After copying things from other people’s homes, I felt that the more complicated the more, the better I can show my quality, so I changed from three or four pieces of clothes to twelve pieces that can have more than twenty pieces; I can even boil water when I eat tea It takes half an hour to order tea and serve tea.It seems that turning things into abnormal complexity is to keep improving.

The maid immediately saluted to show that she understood.

Mrs. Mingzi spoke slowly, without even moving her lips when she said it: "Why do you have time to come over today, my lord?"

Like all nobles, Mr. Fujiwara held a paper fan in his hand.When closed, the paper fan was rectangular. He pinched the handle of the fan with his fingers, and the fan moved with his fingers.

There is an indelible majesty when speaking, so the tone is a bit stiff: "I just came back from the palace."

Seeing Su on the low table next to him, Su was already missing a piece, so he asked, "Is Su still delicious?"

The parents were talking just now, so naturally there was no place for them to speak.Since Mr. Fujiwara asked, he will answer.

Xining saluted immediately: "Thank you, Father, it's very delicious."

"Hmm~" Although he experienced some unpleasantness, he still behaved politely, which made Mr. Fujiwara quite satisfied, and after thinking about it, he asked: "This time Ushiko enters the palace on your behalf, you don't feel resentful, do you?"

Xi Ning had already made up his mind, the owner of the body has 23 years of memory at least, experienced the death of his youngest son, and survived in the complicated and chaotic court, so he naturally knows a little about Fujiwara Michijo's temperament.

So she lowered her head with a smile on her lips: "They are all sisters of my own family, so there is nothing to complain about. Xizi is dignified and beautiful, better than the little girl. If Xizi can enter the palace and help his father and brothers a little, that is It couldn't be better."

Such an answer made Fujiwara nod with satisfaction: "Takako has grown up and is sensible."

"Thank you for your father's praise." Xi Ning tried her best to show a well-behaved and sensible father, a loving father and a filial son, what a beautiful scene.

Mrs. Mingzi was beside her with a smile: "I have heard and seen that you are wise, and this concubine reminds you every day to take a good look and imitate your heroism."

Mr. Fujiwara was very happy with this flattery. Anyway, flattery does not wear anything.Even if it sounds obviously fake, it's pleasing to the ear.

The water boiled at this time, Xining put the boiling water into the tea powder according to the method the body owner remembered, and then added a small amount of salt.There is no technical content in making tea at this time, just like in the Han and Tang Dynasties, as long as the posture is beautiful and the movements are beautiful enough.

Open the small brush and all the tea powder in boiling water, tap the small bamboo brush on the edge of the tea bowl a few times, let all the tea on the bamboo brush fall into the tea soup.Then turn the main brush upside down and put it on a special plate, and you're done with a bowl of tea.

Xi Ning picked up the tea bowl, and gently pushed it to Mr. Fujiwara with both hands: "Father, please have some tea."

Seeing such dignity, Mr. Fujiwara frowned slightly, not to say that the fifth daughter is not as intelligent as the sixth daughter, but from today's point of view, every move is extremely elegant, far better than the sixth daughter.

It seems that the eldest wife wants the daughter who came out of her stomach to enter the palace.

He picked up the tea and took a sip. The salt was just right, which suited his taste.

Thinking about it, they are all his own daughters, whoever enters the palace is the same to him, that is, he has wronged the fifth daughter.It was originally used to comfort Su in the palace, but now it seems that this food is not enough.

Mr. Fujiwara felt indebted, so he said, "Except for food and drink, just say what you need."

When Xining heard this, he saluted immediately. He hated this kind of etiquette the most, and would salute every now and then.He straightened up, lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "My daughter eats and drinks well, but it makes my parents worry about her daughter, and makes my daughter feel very sorry. My father is busy with official affairs in the court, but my mother will inevitably think too much at home. My daughter has a Unfeeling request, please father to agree."

This polite speech, with proper honorifics, has the taste of the palace.Mr. Fujiwara began to beat a drum in his heart, not to mention that he was going to enter the palace together: "What's the matter, let's talk about it first and listen."

Xining responded softly: "Mother hasn't seen my brothers for a long time. It's okay for the second brother and the fourth brother to say that they have their own families. Not only the affairs of the court, but also the ties between the children. Mother is most concerned about the sixth brother. The sixth brother came over to talk to each other, and it will also make my mother feel at ease."

The youngest son is ten years younger than the fourth son. He is currently 13 years old and has not yet married. Because of his official position, he has moved to his own mansion.On weekdays, there are fewer gatherings and more separations, and the official rank is low, so you can't see it in the court.

As long as you don't make a fuss and enter the palace, Fujiwara Michijo let out a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)