The beauty of the lady

Chapter 28

"I won't give it away, the child is growing up, his mother can't take care of it, and the twenty acres of land at home is enough for us to chew on. It's okay when the weather is fine, and his mother is usually not at ease."

"Yeah, just stay with your wife and children. How can you not worry about your tossing around. These rooms are all empty, so you can live in whichever one you like."

Zhou Mei walked in, the room was not very warm, but at least it was much better than the outside, and there was a big wooden barrel in the room, this was the first time she took a serious bath in this world.

Zhou Zhuang gave the boss [-] copper coins and asked for two rooms, and then the boy sent buckets of hot water to the room, because the inn was understaffed, there was only one boy, and the proprietress was not in good health , so no meals and soup will be served. After Zhuang asked Zhou Mei's opinion on Wednesday, he led Zhou Yuzhu out to eat, and he just brought some for her when he came back.

After soaking in the warm water, I finally let out a long and comfortable sigh. This feeling of being surrounded by hot water on a cold winter night is really wonderful.

Sitting cross-legged in the big wooden barrel, his knees moved slightly, and the next moment, the whole person disappeared above the water, leaving only his long black hair floating on the water. To be honest, this feeling is a bit... scary!
A pair of slender white arms stretched out, and gently rubbed the hair a few times, and it took a while for the little head to float out of the hot water.

Raising her hand to wipe off the hot water on her face, she stood up, took the handkerchief from the undecorated screen, and wiped her body. The coolness in the room evaporated with the moisture on her body, which made her feel I shuddered.

She likes to be clean, but she really can't be too particular about it at this time, not to mention whether the veil is clean or not, even if it has been washed, someone else has used it, and as for the quilt, it has no peculiar smell, on the contrary, it is still clean. It is fluffy and soft, with a warm sunshine smell, probably after being exposed to the sun during the day.

After wiping his body, putting on his underwear, he quickly got into the bed. Although the bed was a bit cold, it gradually warmed up later.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Mei put on her clothes and then slowly went downstairs.

Downstairs is warmer than upstairs, after all, the kitchen is here.

Seeing Zhou Mei coming down, Father Chen nodded at her and said with a chuckle, "Is it cold? We are a small shop here, without those charcoal fires."

Zhou Mei nodded, "I know, we don't have any money. If we had money, we wouldn't come here to suffer from the cold. It's okay."

Old man Chen nodded, and continued to lower his head to grasp the abacus.

"Little stubborn head, pour hot water for the guests."

"Hey, I see, Second Uncle." In the kitchen, a young man came out, holding a teapot in his hand, and poured a glass of water for Zhou Mei, then saluted with a smile, then turned and went to the kitchen to do some work up.

When Zhou Zhuang and the others came back from the outside, they held a simple two-layer food box and put it on the table.

"Sister Mei, you are hungry, eat quickly, and I will send the food box back after eating."

After finishing speaking, he brought out the food inside. There were two pies, a bowl of rice porridge, and two simple side dishes. For Zhou Mei, it was considered pretty good.

Picking up the rice porridge and taking a sip, the warmth slid down her throat into her heart, instantly making her feel much warmer.

After she was full, there was still a pie left. There was a lot of food. It wasn't that she didn't want to eat more, but that no matter how hungry she was, she was still an eight-year-old child. A six-year-old child is really pitiful, he doesn't know how big his stomach is.

They didn't finish eating, and they couldn't waste it. In the end, Zhou Meizhuan and Zhou Yuzhu were swept away. Afterwards, Zhou Mei went upstairs to sleep, and Wednesday Zhuang went to deliver food boxes.

Zhoujiazhuang, Zhou Zhuang's home, it was already night at this time, Lu Chunhua put the Gong bucket in the main room, and saw that there was nothing wrong in the room, and a firewood for a stove had been sealed in the stove. After saying that, he led Zhou Dun home.

Mrs. Zhao turned her head and pushed the window open a crack, looking at the pitch-black night outside, wondering if their father and daughter had arrived in Fucheng, and her heart was always uneasy.

Seeing her son next to him dream about something in his sleep, murmured, whimpered, turned over and continued to sleep, it made her feel that she had a solid foundation in her heart.

He leaned over to take the kerosene lamp on the table, and was about to blow it out and prepare to go to sleep, but there was a knock on the door outside.

Zhao's heart suddenly rose, she would not have thought that it was Mrs. Hua, just because if it was her, there would be no need to knock on the door, and she would just shout.

"Who?" She tried to stabilize herself, looking at the still curtain.

"Aunt, I'm Shaoling." A clear voice sounded outside.

Hearing this voice, Zhao's face immediately turned pale, and her beautiful lips parted, unable to close them for a long time.

There was no sound outside the door, making Mrs. Zhao wonder if he had left or was still waiting where he was.

After a long, long time, she sighed almost inaudibly, lit the kerosene lamp again, and said to the door: "Come in."

The door of the main room was pushed open, and the sound of light footsteps came in, and then the curtain was lifted, a clear and bright young man was dressed in a white purple gold auspicious cloud robe, wrapped in a snow-white fox fur, his long black hair was tied up with a feather crown, and his face was delicate Junya, full of nobility, tried his best to restrain himself when facing Mrs. Zhao, but it was still difficult to hide.

Looking at the haggard woman in front of him, and thinking of the charming aunt he saw when he was a child, Xuan Shaoling felt as if he had been a lifetime away.

"Nephew sees aunt." He lifted up his robe and knelt down on one knee.

With a look of guilt on her face, Mrs. Zhao waved her hand and said softly, "Now I'm a commoner, so I don't need to kneel and worship. You're already fifteen this year, can you accept the title?"

Xuan Shaoling stood up, stepped forward and touched the water jug ​​next to him, his hands were warm, then he poured her a bowl of water and handed it to her.

"No, but my father said that after the Shangyuan Festival, he will enter the palace to invite the title of viscount. My nephew is here this time because I have something to tell my aunt." She walked to the edge of the kang and sat down, and saw the cheerful Zhou lying in it. Tang, looking a little regretful, but also a little happy, slightly pursed her lips, making that elegant face even more tender.

After Xuan Shaoling finished speaking, he didn't wait for her to speak for a long time, and finally heaved a sigh in his heart. My aunt was still complaining about the old ancestor.

only……

"The old ancestor knocked on it when he was admiring the plums in the garden last year, and now he is dying, does my aunt have something for my nephew to bring to the old ancestor?"

"Grandmother" Zhao's complexion suddenly changed, and her heart became cold, but after a long time, she shook her head slightly and looked at Xuan Shaoling and said: "I have nothing to do with Zhao Xuan's family anymore, so I won't go back."

(End of this chapter)