leisurely wife

Chapter 1 Initial (1)
The dark blue night is full of stars, and layers of clouds cover the moon like a crescent.The camphor tree in the corner of the courtyard was rattling by the sudden night wind. The woman on the bed in the house seemed to be having a nightmare, her body shook suddenly, and the quilt on her fragrant shoulders slipped off.

The crystal lamp next to the bed in the room, the candle inside is like a bean, and it is dancing. The air is full of the unique fragrance of women's boudoir. The fine silk-like black hair was scattered on the brocade quilt, the brows were tightened, and the long eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, and the trembling was increasing, and then a pair of autumn eyes were opened.Because he just woke up, his dark eyes were slightly confused.

"Yeah." With a hoarse voice, it was covered by the more and more urgent wind outside the window. The little girl who was watching the night outside fell into a drowsy sleep. She didn't realize that the lady in the inner room had woken up. Very heavy.

Ye Zhen Zhen started with a dense brocade, she sat up with her arms outstretched, the brocade quilt embroidered with large rich peonies and vines slipped down to her waist, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to pick up the quilt cover, the embroidered pattern on it was exquisite, completely It is not comparable to machine embroidery in modern society.Opening the curtain, the four seasons blooming pineapple wood screen, peach blossoms in spring, blue lotus in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn and red plums in winter, Ye Zhen Zhen was holding on to her embroidered shoes, couldn't help but Going forward and looking carefully, the paintings on the screen are full of freehand style, not like the craftsmanship of later generations of traditional Chinese paintings.Looking back at the bed where I just got up, there is an octagonal crystal lamp beside the seawater cloud dragon yellow pear wood frame bed, and the shape of lotus petals is ingenious and beautiful.A full boudoir of an ancient girl.

Ye Zhen Zhen raised her hand, she felt a little dizzy, put the back of her hand on her forehead, the hot temperature indicated that she was having a fever at this time.Looking at the white coat on his body, there is still something he didn't understand. After walking around the screen with heavy steps, he saw this ancient lady's room. Ye Zhen Zhen walked towards the dressing table step by step, the figure reflected in the dim bronze mirror was unfamiliar.

She couldn't help touching the cold mirror with her fingertips, and a faint mist formed on the mirror because of her fingers.She closed her eyes, thinking of the moment when her body was hit by a speeding car... Yes, she is already dead, not Ye Zhen Zhen, so who is she now?Pressing her forehead against the cool dressing table, she sighed comfortably. She is sick, and she will wait until she feels better before making any plans.

Hearing the messy footsteps behind her, Ye Zhen Zhen reluctantly turned her head and looked over. The woman carrying the lamp was walking in a hurry, she was wearing a middle coat and a pink gown, she narrowed her eyes slightly. Get up, with a surprised expression, "Miss, why are you up?"

It should be her maid, Ye Zhenzhen thought, but there was some impatience in her tone, Ye Zhenzhen didn't know it was because this maid was too fond of the original owner and neglected, this was just her guess, Ye Zhenzhen He said pitifully, "I'm a little thirsty..."

"I just turned on the light and saw you by the dressing table. I was shocked." The maid said, "Sitting by the dressing table in the middle of the night." Zhen's waking up disturbed her clear dream, and her tone was a little impatient.

(End of this chapter)