Uncle Lai in the Red Chamber

Chapter 289 Devil
The eighteenth day of the winter lunar month, early morning.

Inside Tianxiang Building, Lai Shangrong stretched himself.

"Hmm!~" Qin Keqing, who was startled awake, murmured softly, "Ah! Uncle, you're awake!"

Youshi on the side was also disturbed by this soft moan, and blurted out in a daze: "My wife can't bear it, Shang Rong, come on my sister-in-law!"

Qin Keqing looked at Youshi in surprise, and then suddenly realized that she had heard that you were awake, so she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

The tremor she was trying so hard to conceal was transmitted to Youshi through Lai Shangrong in the middle, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the two looking at him meaningfully, he suddenly seemed to remember something.

He said in a panic: "I'll prepare breakfast for Shang Rong."

As he said this, he lifted the corner of the quilt and ran away without caring about whether he was covered or not.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Lai Shangrong grabbed the pink arm with even bones and flesh, pulled it into his arms, then put his arms around their shoulders, leaning one on the left and the other against his chest.

Looking at the increasingly beautiful mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who were watering beside her, she smiled and said, "I'm not going to the office today, so there's no need to get up in a hurry!"

After the July 49th, Lai Shangrong gradually became a little bit tired of aesthetics, and the black and white matching of the seventh day was gradually discounted, and it was changed to a half-month period.

While enjoying the broad chest, You Shi hesitated: "Shang Rong is going to pick up Aunt Xing to go there today?"

"Then I'll wait for my uncle to get up?" Qin Keqing asked after hearing this.

The day before yesterday evening, the first snow of early winter arrived as expected.

Although there was no weather forecast in ancient times, there were many people who could observe the sky. Otherwise, there would be no such proverbs as the 24 solar terms, the carp spots in the sky, and the grain will be dried tomorrow without turning over.

Seeing that the snow was not heavy, he sent someone to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to inform them that the day of association would be set for the next day.

First of all, the first snowfall was not very strong, and the effect of one night was not satisfactory, so we waited for a day.

Secondly, Lin Daiyu is already a virgin daughter-in-law. To the rest of the people in the Grand View Garden, enterprising men should be more attractive.

Therefore, even though the room allocation work was over and there was nothing important at hand, he still deliberately delayed it for a day.

"Didn't you mean that Xichun said yesterday that he wanted to draw a snow scene, so there was no need for anyone to clean the garden? Let's do our morning exercises here today!"

Having said this, before the two of them could react, they pulled Youshi into the quilt.

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More than half an hour later, Lai Shangrong was refreshed, dressed neatly, washed up, and left Tianxiang Tower under the service of Qin Keqing whose lingering charm was still there.

Passing by the Dengxian Pavilion, I saw the door open and vaguely saw two figures in the pavilion.

Then he moved to the pavilion and saw Xichun rubbing her little hands and standing next to the painting case. A blank scroll had been opened on the case.

"The uncle is here!" Ru Hua, who was holding a heater, quickly reminded Xichun beside him who was thinking about how to write.

"Brother Lai!" Xichun raised his head and said with flashing eyes.

Lai Shangrong moved next to Xichun and looked at the various brushes and paints spread out on the painting table.

Asked: "Is the painting tool still satisfactory? If there is something missing, don't be afraid of trouble, and you must tell me!"

Although he gave him the painting tools, this was the first time he saw Xichun painting. It was not the harvest season yet, and he just had something to do, so he gave the painting tools and forgot about it. Only now did he think about it. asked.

"No shortage, no shortage! What Brother Lai sent is more complete than what Xifu prepared before!"

This may be the first sense of differential treatment. When you have a good impression of a person, no matter what he does, you will think of the good side.

When Lai Shangrong ordered Wang Xifeng to prepare, he said that according to the previous preparations, she could not add them without authorization, so it can't be said that it is more complete than before. This is just Xichun's psychology.

As a senior sea king, Lai Shangrong was clearly aware of this mentality. Looking at Xichun's small hands, he stretched out his big hand to cover it, pulled it into his arms, and stuck it tightly to his bearskin cloak.She said distressedly: "I'll just wait until the weather gets better before I draw. It's such a cold day, and if I keep the door open, I won't be afraid of freezing!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his slender little hands in his arms repeatedly.

When he saw this, he pretended to complain: "What the uncle said is true. The slave also advised the girl, but she insisted on not taking advantage of this moment for fear of forgetting. I will go and prepare two more charcoal basins now!"

Saying that, he dropped the stove in his hand and stepped out, not forgetting to cover the door at the same time.

Although in Lai Shangrong's view, Xichun is still young and not ready for picking, but in this era, it is barely enough to marry, let alone being a slave, it is not a matter of Lai Shangrong's words.

So when he saw Lai Shangrong's actions, he quickly found an excuse to leave so that it would be convenient for Uncle Lai.

The room suddenly became dark, and Xichun woke up from the trance where Lai Shangrong was holding Rou Di.

At the same time as he reacted, he also guessed the idea behind the painting. He thought he had thought of what Lai Shangrong was about to do... He felt sad, anxious and deeply ashamed. His head was lowered and his face turned purple.

Lai Shangrong seemed unaware of all this. He rubbed Xichun's small hands to warm them, then patted her pink back and said, "It's just that I didn't think about it well. Until next year, I will find a place in the garden and build a glass one." The cabin is convenient for you to enjoy the scenery and paint.

Not only can it prevent wind, snow and rain, but it can also prevent cold and keep warm, and it is unobstructed and does not hinder your enjoyment of the scenery. "

This is just a sunroom from later generations, but Xichun has never seen this before. Besides, the prices of glass from later generations are not the same as those from this era.

Although the cost is not as high as that of Golden House Cangjiao, the level of care is still higher.

Almost choking, he said: "Lai...Brother Lai! How can Xichun afford it!"

Lai Shangrong pressed her shoulders, pushed her away three inches, squatted down and said face to face: "I regard you as my family, how can I not afford it?"

Then he added: "It's snowy and windy, so it's better not to draw!"

Xichun was face to face with Lai Shangrong and could no longer escape his gaze. She said shyly, "Xichun just wanted to make a painting and give it to Brother Lai."

After hesitating for a long time, he hesitated and said: "Brother Lai... Brother Lai is busy with everything. You... and Qin can share his worries for him. I am the only one with nothing to do... I can only paint this snow scene for Brother Lai. So that Brother Lai can take a look at this scenery to relieve his fatigue in his spare time."

After all, she was once the daughter of the Ningguo Mansion. Although she was now a slave, she was well aware of what You and Qin Keqing had done, but she was still unwilling to serve others with sex like them.

Therefore, the excuse that she could only paint for him also showed her final stubbornness.

Lai Shangrong said indifferently: "How can Xichun think like this? How can I say I have nothing to do? Only when I see you, my family, and enjoy life leisurely, does my busyness have meaning?"

Hearing Lai Shangrong's words, Xichun felt his nose sore, and murmured: "Family...family?"

Lai Shangrong pretended to be angry and said, "What? You don't regard Brother Lai as a member of your family?"

"No, no, no!" Xichun looked at Lai Shangrong with wet eyes and shook his head hurriedly: "Xichun has been fostered in Xifu since he was a child, and no one cares about him. He just doesn't know what home is like."

"Will you know it in the future?"

Lai Shangrong didn't wait for her answer and said with a smile: "Although the snow scene is beautiful, it is too bleak. If Xichun wants to paint, just wait until next spring and paint more scenes with flowers blooming!"

"Hey!" Xichun agreed: "Then I won't draw this!"

Xichun's temperament is too cold, so in order to avoid repeating the same mistakes as in the original work, it is better to be less exposed to the bleak scenery and more exposed to the recovery of all things.

After all, Lai Shangrong was not from this era at heart, and he never thought about going further. He only did enough work and left Dengxian Pavilion, leaving behind Xichun who seemed to be melting.

Today, he also had an impromptu idea based on this situation and acted on the spot. Otherwise, he would not have stopped the snow clearing work in Fang Yuan last night after hearing that Youshi told Xichun to paint.

When leaving, he caught a glimpse of Xichun's tearful eyes. Lai Shangrong was quite proud of his unexpected success.

With more and more women around him, he is no longer limited to being an honest body party, but has become a physical and mental devil.

(End of this chapter)