The red building is so arrogant

Chapter 53
Lixiangyuan, West Wing.

With a brush in her left hand and scissors in her right hand, Ying'er carefully trimmed off a forked hair, and spun it around the bright spot a few times. Seeing that there were no omissions, she put the red sandalwood back on the pen holder.

Looking at the four treasures of the study that had been neatly arranged on the table, she stretched her slender waist with satisfaction, but when she looked back, she saw Xiang Ling holding a rag in a daze.

That palm-sized face was uncertain, as if opening a grocery store.

What did this girl just see?

Ying'er was curious, and was about to say a few words, when she heard a sudden noise outside.

She picked up the curtain and glanced at it, and hurriedly greeted Xiang Ling: "Don't be crazy there, my wife is back, I'll let the girl know."

However, after a while, Xiangling raised her head blankly.

But seeing Xue Baochai coming out of the room, and under the service of Ying'er, she began to put on her coat and cloak, so she hurriedly cheered up and stepped forward to help.

After Xue Baochai was tidy up, the two of them also randomly wrapped a cotton cloak, and then hurried to the main room.

When they got to the main room, the person who was steaming in the heat wave was hot as soon as they entered the door, and the two of them hurriedly helped Baochai to remove the clothes that he had just put on.

When Baochai went into battle again lightly, bypassing the large screen in front of the door and entering the brightly colored hall, Aunt Xue had just taken off her clothes, and was only wearing black silk beads that she would not dare to wear in summer. With a long skirt, he was leaning on the Luohan bed with an iron face.

Seeing her daughter come in from outside, she smiled and said, "It's better for us to stay warm in the house and stay with your aunt for a long time. My feet are cold, and thanks to her being able to bear it, I even stopped on purpose. dragon."

"My aunt is used to being in the North, so she's used to it."

Baochai was intimidated by the Arhat's bed against the radiator, but did not dare to get too close, so he ordered Ying'er to bring Xiu Dunlai and sit next to her mother.

Then he smiled again and persuaded: "It's mother, although this warm-up appeals to you, you must remember to take care of yourself, first, always replenish water, so as not to hurt your body; second, when going in and out, you must wrap your body tightly. Some - I see this heaven, I'm afraid it's going to snow."

"I know, I know."

Aunt Xue responded with a smile, bent her pampered body arbitrarily, and pressed her two fleshy feet wrapped in plain silk against the warm backrest, rubbing her ten toes playfully back and forth.

She took a look at her daughter's face and smiled, "At first, the doctors said that you were suffering from heat poisoning, but now with this heating, the disease has never happened again, which is really surprising."

"Mother doesn't know."

Baochai shook his head and said, "This heat poisoning disease is afraid of dryness, not stuffy heat. Now I often order people to put a basin of water next to the heater, and let the hot mist evaporate, so naturally I don't have to worry about the house being too dry."

"If you have this method, why don't you see it in the south?"

"The south is not as dry as the north. Besides, it is often baked without this heating. If there is too much water mist in the house, it will be clammy and cold, and it will be impossible to live in."

"I see."

Aunt Xue nodded, then smiled and said, "This is the only benefit, you should also find a good family in the capital in the future..."

"mom!"

Xue Baochai hurriedly stopped her, and changed the topic in a sullen manner: "My daughter is still young—by the way, what did you talk about with your aunt today, why did you come back so late?"

"Isn't this Zhou Rui's return?"

Aunt Xue caressed her neck as she spoke, brushed her fingers over the collar of the silk skirt, and inadvertently pulled out patches of white greasy: "Your aunt sent him to the courtyard to have a look, and when he came back, he highly praised this deal. "

As she said that, she pursed her lips and smiled: "I don't want to save a life casually that day, but I can have such a predestined law - Amitabha, if good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil."

When she recited the Buddha's name, she suddenly became a little more solemn.

But then, Aunt Xue couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that when I got married, Xu's marriage had just been decided. If we stagger it for a year or two in the future, he and his wife will not be married to our house..."

"Mother."

Xue Baochai stopped her again and persuaded with a smile, "Don't you always say that you can't force anything?"

After a pause, she added: "Besides, if Laishun is in our house, I'm afraid it may not be a good thing."

"Why?"

"Judging from the fact that Deng Haoshi was forced to die, he was a bit too sharp, and my brother may not be able to control it. Besides, there is only a servant who relies on the master. How can a master live by a servant, but it can last for a long time. ?"

"That's true."

Aunt Xue nodded and said yes, but turned to worry for Laishun, and hesitated: "After all, that child has some relationship with me, why don't I find an opportunity to persuade him not to act like this in the future."

"It's not impossible to persuade to persuade."

Seeing her compassionate heart again, Baochai hurriedly said, "But after all, we are relying on others, so it's not good to meddle in the business of this mansion."

After a pause, he comforted Aunt Xue and said, "Besides, he has his own aunt and sister Feng to take care of him, so we don't need to worry about him."

When Aunt Xue thought about it, how could she be able to match her sister and niece with her own calculations?

However, she still secretly remembered this matter, thinking about when she would see Xu Shi or Na Laishun, she casually mentioned a few words to them.

The mother and daughter were gossiping in the hall.

However, Ying'er stared at Xiang Ling with good eyes, for fear that she would make some jokes.

Because of such a short time, Xiangling's face was flushed with blood, and her body was shaky, even her legs were soft!

However, it turned out that Xiang Ling took a quick glance before, and only recognized Si Qi with obvious physical features, but did not determine the identity of Laishun.

At this time, I heard his wife and girl mention him over and over again, and then he gradually got the number.

And she also roughly wanted to understand why the two would make up a pair.

Siqi's cousin Pan You'an was wronged and fled, but thanks to Laishun's righteous words, his innocence was restored.

Sister Siqi must have felt Laishun's integrity and selflessness, which is why it is with him...

wrong!

Even if they are in love with each other, it is too out of line after all!

Even after getting married, things like that...

Thinking of the scene she saw before, Xiangling's face became more and more hot.

She was abducted by human traffickers since she was a child, and when she was 13 years old, she was photographed by Xue Pan and another son named Feng at the same time.

Later, Xue Pan killed the young master Feng and forced her to buy her back. He originally wanted to put her in the house immediately.

But because Aunt Xue got the news in time because of a life lawsuit, she temporarily kept Xiangling by Baochai's side.

Therefore, Xiangling is still unskilled in personnel, and seeing the activities of the firewood, the fire, the sky and the day, was naturally a great shock.

She was desperately suppressing, and the picture that appeared in her mind suddenly heard another burst of noise and frolic outside.

Then a little girl came in and reported that it was snowing outside.

Snowing?
Xiangling was startled when she heard the words, thinking to herself that it snowed again in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, they were like that...

Aren't you afraid of getting cold from the wind?

　Originally urged by the group, I wanted to find an opportunity to make up a poem.

　　But after thinking about it, I felt that copying poems should not be abused, just use it for the first time.

　　Thanks to the book friends: Green Skin Dajiba, Baisha 10086, the dumb goose waiting to be fed, the bondage, sitting in the deep well and looking at the blue sky for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)