The red building is so arrogant

Chapter 437 Going to an appointment [Last Part]

But Jiao Shun waited for a while in the flower hall in the backyard, and saw Aunt Xue leading four maidservants in from outside, hurriedly bowed and bowed their heads to salute, on the surface a respectful look, secretly but deliberately raised her eyes to peek.

He didn't want to raise his eyes, but met Aunt Xue's eyes.

Sensing the eagerness in Jiao Shun's gaze, Aunt Xue felt more shame and self-blame besides panic and embarrassment.

How could she know how many schemes Jiao Shun had hidden?
She was kind and naive and thought that it was all her fault for not being able to speak clearly, which led to misunderstandings over and over again.

Now, by mistake, Brother Shun is getting deeper and deeper, but I want to ruthlessly cut off everything...

Guilty and guilty, Aunt Xue avoided Jiao Shun's gaze, and tried to calm down by taking the time to sit on the Arhat's bed in the middle.

Although I feel sorry for Brother Shun, if I continue to give him empty thoughts like this, wouldn't I become one of those voluptuous ghosts and foxes who play with young people's feelings in the storybook?

After making up her mind, Aunt Xue waved her hands to the maids standing on both sides, and said, "I have something to tell Brother Shun alone, you go down first."

In fact, at night, it is against etiquette for a single man and a widow to be alone in a room, but today, Aunt Xue has made up her mind to use Hui Jian to cut off her love, so she can't care about these details for a while.

The servant girls responded in unison, and then filed out.

Seeing that the door was closed again, Aunt Xue took a deep breath and turned her gaze to Jiao Shun again.

The four eyes met, although she tried her best to maintain the image of a loving elder on her face, her two hands, which were tucked in her sleeves, were tensely twisted into twists, not to mention the palms, even the tip of her nose was covered with fine sweat.

Aunt Xue tried her best to stabilize her mind, and said seriously: "Brother Shun, I came to you this time because I actually want to..."

"Mrs!"

At this moment, Jiao Shun suddenly got up from the chair, took two steps forward like a vicious dog, and said excitedly with a flushed face: "You don't need to say, I, I understand! I was afraid before I thought I was affectionate, and I was rude to my wife for no reason. Now that I have been summoned by my wife again and again, I know, I know..."

As he spoke, he took another half step forward, and was already less than half a foot away from the arhat's bed.

Jiao's current attainments in Fengyue are only inferior to those of Ximen officials, so how can he not see Aunt Xue's true intentions?
If you really let her clear up the 'misunderstanding', don't say anything further, I'm afraid there may not even be a chance to make a comeback.

Therefore, Jiao Shun made a decisive decision and chose to strike first!
Facing his act of being a confidante, Aunt Xue shrank back in fright, her pink back bumped against the coffee table, she calmed down again, and hurriedly said: "You, don't get me wrong, I, I..."

"I know I know!"

Jiao Shun excitedly interrupted Aunt Xue again, relying on the trick of holding his breath in secret, he vividly performed a dog licking, the excitement and anxiety after getting the pity of the goddess in his dream.

He continued to take a half step forward, and after arousing Aunt Xue's panic again, he hurriedly withdrew his feet, staring at Aunt Xue's beautiful face with frozen eyes, and said in panic with lack of confidence: "Mrs. Bingqingyujie living Bodhisattva-like character, even if I tolerate my arbitrary and reckless behavior, how dare I blaspheme myself? To be able to see each other from time to time like this now, I, my heart is already jumping with joy Out!"

As he said that, he pressed his hand on his heart that was beating wildly due to suffocation and lack of oxygen, with a face full of madness, dreaminess and drunkenness.

Faced with Jiao Shun's posture, Aunt Xue was also heartbroken. Although these few confessions were not as elegant as the drama, they seemed to be directly wedged into her chest, making her restless heart almost overwhelmed.

Under the blessing of this soaring heart rate, she only felt that every inch of her skin was heating up rapidly, as if it was about to dissolve under the scorching gaze.

She tremblingly raised her hand to support the same trembling heart, frowned her eyebrows tightly, opened her small mouth slightly, and added a three-point morbid beauty to her plumpness, for a moment she seemed like the soul of Xizi piercing Concubine Yang and Daiyu Duoshe. Baochai, looking directly at Jiao Shun, is restless, and his heart is beyond words.

I didn't want to see that too naked gaze, but instead, Aunt Xue regained her composure, and subconsciously blurted out: "You're wrong, wrong, wrong..."

This time, it was not Jiao Shun who interrupted her, but she herself could not say too 'unfeeling' words anyway.

Since Brother Shun only wants to see him occasionally, why should I bother, why should I break his heart?
And just when her mind was shaken, Jiao Shun decisively launched the 'Nirvana Skill'.

He first let out a light 'huh', stretched out his hand and stroked his chest a few times, as if he suddenly found something in his arms, then raised his head and punched his eyebrows, and blamed himself: "Damn, I almost forgot It's business!"

As she spoke, she put her hand into the skirt of her shirt, quietly took out the picture from the sleeve pocket, unfolded it, and held it in front of Aunt Xue with both hands.

"This is?"

Aunt Xue took a look at Jiao Shun, and seeing the look of expectation and encouragement on his face, she took it hesitantly.

"This is?!"

After just one glance, she couldn't help staring at her beautiful eyes. After Jiao Shun revised the four poems, they became a lot more plain and clichéd. Coupled with the appropriate pictures, how could Aunt Xue fail to see this? Are you describing what happened on your birthday?
"When a young man grasps his wrist to clarify his mind, and when he looks into the distance with pity and withdraws his hand, he can't forget the red mud bank with the autumn waves, and the soft fur leaning on this flower."

She read the poem word by word, and a picture faintly appeared in front of her eyes: After she fled shyly, Jiao Shun looked at her back, not only was not disappointed by it, but was full of love and pity for the embarrassment when she flinched and avoided.

When he could no longer see himself, he stood in front of the rock for a long time, imagining the beautiful appearance of himself leaning against the flowers and waiting behind the rock by the pool.

This scene is like seeing it in person!
Aunt Xue didn't bother to find out whether there were flowers at that time, but felt that the poems and paintings seemed to be condensed into an invisible big hand, piercing into the chest cavity like the previous confession, rubbing the already overwhelmed heart. It is sour and soft when pinched.

So much so that she suddenly felt a blackness in front of her eyes, and her body involuntarily fell backwards.

Jiao Shun quickly grabbed her wrist, and called repeatedly: "Madam, Madam? What's wrong with you?"

Aunt Xue was in a daze for a while before she came back to her senses, shook her head and replied, "It's nothing."

It wasn't long before she realized that her wrist was being pinched by Jiao Shun, and she wanted to break away as if she was electrocuted, but the poem "When a young man clasps his wrist to clarify his mind, and when he looks into the distance, feels pity and withdraws his hand" appeared in her mind. Can't stand it.

After a little hesitation, he simply pretended to be nonchalant and asked in a trembling voice, "You, you wrote this?"

"How can I have such a skill?"

Jiao Shunhan scratched his head with a smile, and said embarrassingly: "I really can't forget what happened that day, but I couldn't write anything serious, so I asked someone to find hundreds of poems in the past two days. I chose two pieces that were suitable for the occasion and edited them to commemorate them.”

As he spoke, he pointed out the revisions to Aunt Xue one by one. At the same time, he took the opportunity to put his head on the rice paper. It was only a short distance away from Aunt Xue's face, which was both happy and shy, with both youthful [expression] and mature [five senses]. half an arm's length away.

Aunt Xue was a little disappointed when she first learned that this poem was not written by Jiao Shun, but after hearing Jiao Shun's explanation, she found that this poem had almost nothing to do with the meaning of the original model essay.

Although it cannot be regarded as created out of thin air, how many poems in ancient and modern times are based on the works of predecessors?
According to the standards of some scholars, it is not an exaggeration to say that this poem was written by Jiao Shun.

In particular, he is a rude and uneducated family servant. He can choose the appropriate one from hundreds of poems for his own use, and modify it so that it suits the situation. I am afraid that the hard work involved will be ten times more than those of the scholars. more than!
If it was someone with a cunning mind, he would probably have faked it directly, but he actually told himself frankly, without any intention of deceiving...

After thinking about it like this, not only was Aunt Xue no longer disappointed, but the throbbing in her heart even surpassed before.

She muttered the poem, subconsciously raised her head to look at Jiao Shun, only then realized that the two had already heard each other's breath.

Aunt Xue shrank back shyly, but because Jiao Shun grabbed her wrist, she could only pull away a little distance.

She hesitated for a moment, but in the end she couldn't break free from Jiao Shun's Lu Shan's claws, and said softly with a blushing face, "Yes, it's really hard for you to have this kind of heart."

"I'm just making random changes, I just ask my wife not to laugh at me."

"No way!"

Aunt Xue said anxiously: "This is excellent! Not to mention Wenlong, even Baoyu may not be able to..."

"Mrs!"

Jiao Shun pretended to be exuberant after being praised, and danced: "As long as you like it, as long as you like it, I, I am so happy!"

Seeing him like this, Aunt Xue couldn't help smiling a little, but she didn't want Jiao Shun to be bewitched by the smile blooming at the corner of her mouth, so she 'couldn't help' to reach forward and bite her lips hard!
Aunt Xue's loving eyes suddenly widened, and she was given by someone other than her deceased husband...

For a moment, she suspected that she was in a dream, and she struggled desperately after a moment of trance.

Jiao Shun considered that this was the back house of the Xue family, and there were a few maids and servants guarding it not far away, so he finally gave up his plan to make more progress.

Following Aunt Xue's struggling and pushing movements, he also pretended to wake up from a dream, took two steps back in a panic, and hesitated: "I, I, I...I..."

After saying four words of "I" without any further words, he raised his hand suddenly and slapped himself.

slap~
This clear and loud slap immediately dispelled [-]% of Aunt Xue's anger, and she couldn't help but excuse Jiao Shun.

At this time, Jiao Shun also knelt down on his knees at the right time, showing a dejected look of remorse, and said, "It's all my fault that I couldn't help it for a while, but... I let my wife handle it if I want to be beaten or punished. I just hope that my wife won't hate me for this in the future." Just fine!"

As the saying goes, a man has gold under his knees, and he has already knelt down, so how can he get it?

What's more, the attitude is so sincere...

Thinking back to just now, don't say that this young man couldn't help himself for a while, why didn't he let him hold his wrist because he was shaken?
Thinking of this, [-]% of the anger in Aunt Xue's heart dissipated, and she said softly helplessly, "Get up and talk."

"Isn't madam going to punish me?"

"Ah~"

Aunt Xue sighed, shook her head and smiled wryly: "Just now I blamed me for not...Anyway, anyway, you get up and talk first."

She originally wanted to blame herself for failing to warn Jiao Shun in time, but she didn't want Jiao Shun to notice that she had given up the struggle on her own initiative and let Jiao Shun grasp her wrist to clarify, so when the words came to her lips, she hurriedly ignored them. .

"Mrs!"

Jiao Shun was overjoyed when he heard the words, he took two steps forward, threw his arms around Aunt Xue's calf, wrapped the pair of embroidered shoes and tender feet in his arms, and said excitedly: "I knew Mrs. Pusa You are so benevolent, you will definitely not blame me!"

"You, you let go! You quickly let go!"

Aunt Xue saw that he was 'uncontrollable' again, and she scolded him shyly and anxiously, raising her hand to pat his head and neck, but seeing your clear five finger prints on his face, she couldn't help but soften her hands.

It is said that "people are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden by others", which can actually be said in reverse.

"Mrs."

However, just at the moment, a servant girl's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

The movements of both of them froze, and then Aunt Xue raised her toe and poked Jiao Shun's heart, pressing her voice and urging, "Let go!"

Only then did Jiao Shun reluctantly let go, and before getting up, he helped Aunt Xue straighten the tassels on the shoe.

When Aunt Xue saw his little action, she was angry and funny for a moment, raised her foot and kicked Jiao Shun lightly in the face again, pouted to signal him to return to his original position, and then pretended to be innocent and asked, "What's the matter?"

However, she didn't notice that her last series of actions looked like flirting between lovers.

I heard the maid outside say: "Second Young Master and the Mei family have reached an agreement, and I want you to come over and make the decision."

"Since he's settled the deal, why do you want me to be the boss?" Aunt Xue complained unhappily, and then said: "Tell Brother Tiao, I'll go there right away."

When the maid took the orders, Aunt Xue finally remembered the original purpose of finding Jiao Shun, so she hurriedly asked: "What else is missing in your new house? Thanks to you, Wenlong asked for a job in the Shangmeng." Luckily, I was thinking about adding some belongings to your house, which can be regarded as a thank you."

Upon hearing this, Jiao Shun immediately scrambled along the pole: "I don't lack anything in my house, I just ask my wife to give me something that I can keep close to me, and I'm fine too..."

"You... oh!"

Aunt Xue stomped her feet in embarrassment, pointed at the door and said, "You are really too presumptuous today! Come on, hurry up, I won't ask you anymore, I will just ask your mother in two days!"

Jiao Shun repeated 'no' several times, and seeing Aunt Xue's stern face refusing to pay attention, she pushed the door open and walked out pretending to be dejected.

However, in fact, he was very proud of himself.

At the beginning, Aunt Xue obviously wanted to clear up the misunderstanding and completely cut off the inexplicable ambiguous relationship between the two, but in the end, he resolved it with repeated blows and beats, and even made further substantial progress.

It was only with this kiss that the foundation was laid, and it would not be so easy for Aunt Xue to get rid of the relationship in the future.

After leaving the back door of Xue's old house, Jiao Shun pursed the faint rouge on his lips, and turned his wolf-like gaze to the direction of the nameless temple.

With this 'good start', it's time to kill two birds with one stone.

at the same time.

While Aunt Xue was trying to calm down, she couldn't help raising her hand to caress her lips. Although the four lips met for only a short moment, the touch at that time seemed to be lingering and lingering.

"Ah~"

After a while, she sighed sadly and angrily: "Why did I meet such a little enemy?"

(End of this chapter)