Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 1106 The wish of Xianting

Xie Fu took the red sign off his face and asked, "What is this?"

Du Zhi lowered his head slightly in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Grandfather, give it back to me."

His heart was pounding, and he was always worried that he would put it on the tip of his nose to sniff it. Before Xie Fu could react, he reached out and snatched the thing away, blushing and running away quickly.

After a while, the little lady in the yard ran away, taking the spring away, and the depression in the deep winter returned to the yard.

Xie Fu laughed at himself: "I really shouldn't show up."

His eyes suddenly focused, and there was one thing left on the clothes rail in the yard, which was the white that he fell in love with at first glance.

The clothes are like a touch of clear and soft water, and the pants are like a small white flower. The clothes and pants are intertwined, soft and elegant, and in the halo of the moment, the silky white is shining, and the silk is hazy.

Xie Fu stretched out his hand, clamping the corner of his trousers with his fingers, as if appreciating flowers, the warm and jade-like silk satin is like real petals, and the roughness of Suzhou embroidery has a three-dimensional texture, as if the clothes have been upper body and people are already in front...

Gu Xianting and Xiu'er prayed for blessings and offered incense to come back. They prayed to Guanyin, hoping that the Bodhisattva would send her a white and fat boy. At the same time, they also prayed for the safety and success of their husband.

Gu Xianting is a very religious person, and even Xiu'er joked that if the Bodhisattva knows that there is such a pious disciple, he will grant any wish.

As soon as the two stood in the yard, they saw Xie Fu standing in front of the hanger and playing with the clothes that the woman had put to dry on the pole.

Xiu'er snorted and was about to cry out, Gu Xianting hurriedly reached out to cover Xiu'er's mouth.

Xiu'er immediately realized that this person is Miss's legitimate husband-in-law, not to mention playing with clothes, even Miss Wanwan...

Seeing the shy young lady blushing with her bare silk clothes being played with, Xiu'er eased her embarrassment with a smile and said, "I thought it was a thief who didn't know how to live or die, who dared to miss your personal clothes, miss, and see if I don't punish him on the spot. It turns out that he is my uncle, so it doesn't matter."

Gu Xianting smiled lightly, she and Xie Fu are already intimate, but this kind of intimacy is only limited to the private life of husband and wife, and it is still embarrassing in front of Xiu'er, a personal maid.

Seeing that the lady was silent, Xiu'er said, "Miss, what should we do now?"

What else can I do?Such an embarrassing and embarrassing scene can't be hit, just wait.

When he gets tired of playing, enough playing...

Zhan Mou took a glance, just in time to see Xie Fu holding the edge of the embroidery with two fingers, lowering his head and sniffing lightly.

This sniff shook Gu Xianting's heart for a while, his face was burning, and his heart was beating violently. He felt that what Xie Fu sniffed was not clothes, but her person.
I can't see clearly from this angle, I just saw the little white flower's lace rippling shamelessly in the evening wind...

Xie Fu is a person with artistic taste. He is delicate about flowers, plants, trees, landscape calligraphy and painting. At this moment, it is like smelling the fragrance of flowers.

Xiu'er had also seen it, such behavior seemed a bit wretched on any occasion, and she let out a disgusted expression with a hush.

After revealing his true feelings, he quickly realized and said with a low laugh: "Young master misses you so much, you are so attached to your clothes, and you want to miss you even more."

Gu Xianting said this with sweetness in his heart. Last night, Xianggong went straight into her room as soon as he came back in the middle of the night. One can imagine how urgently he misses himself.

Silly Mr., the people of Xianting are here, if you want to sniff, you can sniff Xianting, why give up people to get clothes.

Looking at this from a distance, I felt strange in my heart, I only felt that my husband's breath was blowing to my cheeks and temples, and the hot breath was sultry.

Xiu'er whispered, "Miss, look."

It was only then that Gu Xianting discovered that the maidservants in the inner house were hiding in the corner, behind the door, or lying under the window sill, peeking furtively.

This made her feel that the good deeds of husband and wife were shared by outsiders, and the sudden fire burned her cheeks red.

Mr. Xianggong, everyone is peeping at you. If you do something excessive, it will be embarrassing, and Xianting will also be embarrassed.

Gu Xianting wanted Xie Fu to stop more and more, but Xie Fu looked like he was intoxicated, as if he was tasting some delicious food, and sometimes he seemed to be sniffing fairy tea.

Xiu'er couldn't spit out ivory again: "I'm almost dirty by him."

sweat!Gu Xianting's brows were beaded with sweat, and he didn't care if he bumped into him or not, so he walked over quickly.

Xie Fu heard footsteps behind him, turned around and said happily, "Xianting."

"Hey, why are you blushing and sweating profusely?"

While talking, Xie Fu gently wiped Gu Xianting's sweat, his fingertips brushing over his temples made Gu Xianting tremble like an electric shock, and said in his heart: "Sir, it's you, you made it, Xianting is so ashamed that he is sweating profusely."

"Son."

Seeing that Xie Fu ignored him, Xiu'er yelled respectfully, and she had some complaints about Xie Fu in her heart, but she had to do her superficial work well.

Of course, my heart is also towards this young man, it's the kind that the more you care about a person, the more you can't help but say a few words.

Xie Fu taught him a lesson: "Xiu'er, how can you make your lady do heavy work."

Xiu'er was stunned for a moment, instead of being angry, she was delighted, and said with a giggle: "How dare I let Miss do heavy work."

"Why is the head sweating profusely in the winter, and the face is red?"

This made Gu Xianting look ashamed, is it so obvious?Seeing that Xiu'er was about to speak, she hurriedly said first: "Sir, it's nothing, it's just that I was in a hurry when I came back, so I walked a little faster."

"Oh, where did you go?"

Xiu'er rushed to answer: "I'm going to pray for blessings and offer incense."

Only then did Xie Fu notice that Xiu'er was carrying a basket in her hand, which contained incense, candles and offerings.

Xiu'er asked again: "My lord, don't you want to know what blessings Miss is praying for and what wishes she made?"

Xie Fu glanced at Gu Xianting, and a ray of gentle vanilla in the winter rushed towards his face, and his tired heart was instantly filled with happiness.

He cheats and intrigues outside, works desperately, and when he comes home, there will always be someone who will come with the spring breeze, and there will always be someone who will wrap you up with warmth, so that you don't have to worry about trivial matters, and you can sit back and relax. This is probably the feeling of home.

This is his home, looking at his good Xianting and his wife with tender eyes, he said: "I think Xianting must pray that I will be safe and smooth, free from disasters and difficulties."

Gu Xianting smiled softly, shouldn't the wife protect the husband?

Xiu'er also had the expression that you guessed it right.

Xie Fu continued: "But Xianting must have forgotten to pray for himself. My Xianting always only cares about others." When he was talking, Xie Fu felt sorry for her.

But Xiu'er said: "My lord, this time you said something wrong, and Miss also prayed for herself."

"yes!"

Xie Fu always smiled and put on his face indifferently no matter how big or small it was. Hearing Xianting praying for him at this moment, his excitement was obvious.

"Ah, my silly lady has finally come to her senses. Mr. Xiang doesn't need you to worry, I just hope that Xianting will be well and always be well."

"Yes, Miss prayed to the Bodhisattva to give birth to a fat boy next year."

Xie Fu was stunned for a moment, but Gu Xianting blushed and said angrily, "Xiu'er, why are you talking about everything?"

"Miss, you are no longer a girl with yellow flowers. If we ask the Bodhisattva for a child, there is nothing shameful to say. If the stomach has not moved, then..."

Xiu'er held back as she spoke, afraid of hurting Miss's heart, she turned her finger on Xie Fu, and said in a strange voice: "This kind of wheat can be sold, and rice can be grown. If this kind of seed is shriveled and useless, no matter how good the soil is, it will be barren."

Ten people can hear the implication of these words, saying that Xie Fu is useless.

And often this kind of thing is blamed on the woman's unsatisfactory stomach, Xiu'er is really good, she is too partial to her own lady.

Xianting said in a deep voice: "Xiu'er! You talk nonsense again."

What Xiu'er said, Fu Xie didn't care at all, if this person had a sense of master and servant, he would be born, and what he said were all polite words, lies, the current Xiu'er is the real Xiu'er.

Moreover, he just hoped that Xiu'er would favor Gu Xianting unconditionally and without reason. From this point of view, Xiu'er, a personal maid, is too qualified.

This time, Xie Fu wanted to stand on Xiu'er's side, lest Xianting would scold her every day and take away Xiu'er's vigor to protect her.

"Xiu'er is right. It's because the husband is not good. It's because the husband is too useless."

Seeing Xie Fu, instead of blaming Xie, Xiu'er stood on her side and spoke in her heart. Where can I find such a young man?

Uncle, Uncle, can you be a little bit worse, Xiu'er is ashamed for being so reasonable.

Gu Xianting said angrily, "Sir, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Xie Fu chuckled: "Xianting, can you call your husband a trash to relieve your anger?"

"Sister-in-law is not a waste."

Gu Xianting recalled what Xie Fu said about the interpretation of the meaning of the word "waste" in the relationship between husband and wife, and punched Xie Fu's chest coquettishly.

This punch beat Xie Fu until his whole heart was broken, and he couldn't help but hugged her waist.

Gu Xianting didn't know what was going on, but her pretty body had crashed into his chest.

"Xianting, Mr. Xiang must work harder?"

The man's breath was sprinkled on his pretty face, Gu Xianting leaned against his shoulders, his lips curled up to reveal a sly smile, and whispered in his ear: "Trash."

These two words are both provocative and encouraging.

Especially when it was spoken from the dignified Xianting mouth, it was as beautiful as a fairy's voice.

Xie Fu only felt that he could instantly transform gods and demons, so powerful that he could destroy the world.

Seeing the two showing off their affection in public, Xiu'er kindly reminded: "Miss, you are in the yard, not in the room."

Gu Xianting woke up suddenly, shy and defeated, and suddenly turned around: "Xiu'er, the things are collected."

"Oh."

Seeing Xiu'er put away the little white clothes and little flowers, Xie Fu said pleasantly, "This is from the fairy court."

Xiu'er asked back, "Young Master, don't you know?"

"I just asked you because I don't know."

"Then you just messed up!"

Xie Fu chuckled: "It doesn't matter if it's yours."

Xiu'er jumped up anxiously like a monkey: "It doesn't matter who told you!"

Gu Xianting hid back in the house, and Xie Fu followed him in.

The halo of dusk shines into the room through the window lattice, like a warm red light.

The wife's back is slender and pretty, graceful and graceful.

What Xie Fu saw for a moment seemed to be a fair lady.

　To the book friends who don't know the inside story, explain the reason why the update has been interrupted in the past few days. My father, mother, and two children had a car accident. They have been staying in the hospital since they arrived at the scene and never came home.

　　The book friends in the group know the situation, let me tell the book friends who are not in the group.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)