Xu Xuzhi

Chapter 30 Taishan
After a peaceful and harmonious lunch, in the afternoon, she took a nap that was similar to her life and rest, and went to sleep. Fengjiu had a headache and led Ning Zheng, who insisted on visiting her boudoir, into the room. I walked into my own courtyard, "Look, let's see, what is there to see."

Feng Jiu is married, but the furnishings in the boudoir have not been touched at all, ready to welcome the master back at any time.

Ning Zheng looked around contentedly, and was immediately attracted by a row of large and small wooden crafts on the nearest antique shelf: a clever little sparrow, a little donkey with stubborn eyes, a sunflower , a bunch of purple grapes, a mill, a little rooster was scratching a hen, and the two chicks were connected by the little rooster's mouth... These little things should all come from the same Human hands, very finely polished, coated with varnish, are really lovely; It's not a climate, it seems to be done casually.

Especially compared with those antiques and novel and ingenious western handicrafts on the Bogu shelves, they cannot be compared in terms of workmanship or value.

"Who did this?" Ning Zheng picked up the two chicks with great interest, and tapped the chicks' sharp beaks with his fingertips.

Feng Jiu glanced at it, came over and took the two chicks from him, put them back and said flatly: "An unknown carpenter made it casually." She never mentioned the tiger head to Ning Zheng Son, it seems that it is the treasure of her girlhood, and she can only keep it in her heart, and she will take it out from time to time to rub it, and brush off the dust of time.

Ning Zheng stared at her back without speaking.

Then put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly to the wall. There was a large golden photo frame on the wall, inlaid with glass. Inside, a piece of light blue patterned paper was used as the background. There were many photos of Feng Jiu and his mother when he was a child. The inscriptions on the photos, from a hundred years old to ten years old, one photo a year.

In all the photos before the age of five, the little Fengjiu stared at a pair of big black grape eyes covered with black eyes and took up most of his face. His little face was round and his nose was also round. Surprised, he loved her so badly, Ning Zheng immediately showed a face of kindness, the old father was like his upper body, but Feng Jiu was frightened.

In the later photos, her eyes gradually grew longer, her face also grew longer, the little person's facial features became more and more refined, and her expression became more and more serious. The corners of her wayward mouth were still drooping slightly, showing the stubbornness of a little girl. With the rare spiritual energy, I can vaguely see what it looks like today.Ning Zheng looked carefully at the woman who was holding her and said, "You really look like your mother-in-law." This is a beautiful woman with thick hair, elegant and simple clothes, and a beautiful appearance, but the heavy sadness in her eyes overwhelms her. The original aura, indeed, Feng Jiu had her octagonal aspect.

Ning Zheng looked at the inscription and took a photo every year until Feng was 90 years old, because her mother passed away in that year, so since then, she didn't like taking pictures much?
When Feng Jiu heard this, he felt lost.

Ning Zheng turned around and put his arms around her waist, "Miss your mother?"

Feng Jiu lowered his head and said, "Don't think about it, she's here every day."

Ning Zheng held her face, lowered his head and forced her to look at him: "Bong Jiu, if you were your mother, what would you do?"

Feng Jiuyi frowned, "I've thought about this question a long time ago, since I can't forgive my father, then let's leave." Feng Jiu was not curious at all how Ning Zheng knew about his family's affairs, and what else he wanted to know but couldn't I know, I'm afraid it doesn't exist at all.

"I knew you had to think that way." Ning Zheng pinched the tip of her nose, "You also know about your mother-in-law, if you were her, what would you do?"

Feng Jiu thought about it seriously, and found that the first thought that came to his mind was to leave, and he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed of himself.

Ning Zheng didn't need her to answer, but he seemed to understand it clearly. He held her shoulder with one hand, raised her chin with his slender index finger, and chased the girl she didn't want to meet with him with his thick black eyes. Eyes, "Many things in the world are not as simple as going away."

Feng Jiu thought about it again, and said slowly: "Actually, their problems are different—my mother's problem is that she takes my father too seriously; and your mother..."

"It's your mother-in-law." Ning Zheng corrected her nicely.

Feng Jiu ignored him, "With all due respect, she is mainly because she doesn't have enough power and money, and she is too concerned about your future."

Ning Zheng remained silent.

"Bong Jiu," Ning Zheng said suddenly, "How much money do you have?"

"Are you short of money? Want to ask me to borrow it? OK, three-point profit." Feng Jiu stretched out three fingers and waved triumphantly.

Ning Zheng bit down on it, and Feng Jiu quickly pulled his hand away.

"You little Grandet." Ning Zheng smiled, but later realized that Feng Jiu, who was carrying a huge sum of money, was very dangerous, so what should he do if he ran away?Why did I ignore this question?But this matter is not easy to handle.

The application time has passed, Feng Jiu and Ning Zheng should go back.This time when they were sent out, the Tang family put on sincere smiles on their faces: the deal is done, and Feng Jiu seems to be doing well.

On the fourth day, the two of them went to Fengjiu's mother's cemetery early in the morning. When they came back, Ning Zheng was a little discouraged, "You little girl, why are you so distrustful?" Ning Zheng just swore in front of Fengjiu's mother's tomb, Ning Zheng was quite dissatisfied with wanting to be kind to Feng Jiu for the rest of his life, but Feng Jiu was noncommittal.

Feng Jiugaba said bluntly, "Because a philosopher once said, 'A man can be trusted, a sow can climb a tree.'"

Ning Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Which philosopher is that?"

"Not testable." Feng Jiu said bluntly, and then said: "I think most people are really sincere at the moment they swear, just at that moment; but as the environment changes, the oath that they originally wanted to keep , it may become difficult to achieve...but I will not doubt your sincerity at that moment, this will do."

"That's because you don't understand me." Ning Zheng was a little annoyed.

Feng Jiu is not happy anymore, "I have my own eyes, my own ears, my own brain, I can think for myself, and then decide what to believe and what not to believe; only I know what is good for me and what is not, None of you can force me to believe what I can't believe, nor can you decide for me what is good for me."

Feng Jiu has always been extremely dissatisfied with Chinese women who have to "obey their fathers at home and obey their husbands when married".

Ning Zheng was almost not confused by Feng Jiu's series of "self", but Ning Zheng felt a little regretful that he had a small quarrel over such a meaningless thing when he was still newly married, and should slow down the pace. Let's just follow it.

They went to greet Mrs. Ning again. As soon as they returned to Xiaohonglou, they saw Ji Songling when they looked up. A while ago, due to his busy military affairs, he didn't even have time to attend Ning Zheng's wedding, so Ning Zheng stopped immediately. Let Fengjiu enter the house.

On the day of her wedding, Fengjiu had already learned from Melanie that Ji Songling was returning to report on her duties this time, so she raised her head and smiled at Ji Songling, nodded and went in.

From the day before yesterday to the present, the wedding, the wedding, the bridal chamber, meeting relatives in the clan, returning home, visiting the tomb, and meeting the venerable masters, these few days, Fengjiu was exhausted, and finally came to an end, and she went upstairs Went into the bathroom to take a shower, changed into pajamas, after thinking about it, she went downstairs to the couch in the living room, put her legs on it and lay down halfway, to relax her muscles and bones - she felt that she should stay away from the upstairs bed safer.

Suddenly, a ball of white lightning flashed past and landed on the coffee table not far from her.

Feng Jiu was taken aback, and after a closer look, it turned out to be Ning Zheng's beloved cat that he had seen once the day he entered the door. Long, it looks like a Shandong Linqing lion cat that didn't run away.

It stared at Feng Jiu for a long while, and Feng Jiu also looked back at it curiously. After a while, it disappeared with a "whoosh". On the slow-walking platform of the two flights of stairs, with all four feet on the ground and his back arched high, his standing posture is really like a lion, looking deep and majestic.

On a big round face, there are a pair of yellow and blue mandarin duck eyes, which are commonly known as yin and yang eyes. It is said that they can ward off evil spirits and make Wangjia look beautiful.

However, the object looks like the owner, the big fat cat probably thought he was looking up at her just now, so he found such a high place to look down at her, how could Feng Jiu feel that it was holding back.

Feng Jiu looked at it stupidly, and after a while, the landlady of the handsome mansion was scared, and with a "woo meow" he jumped up the stairs to the next floor, and disappeared in a flash.

Feng Jiu stretched his neck and looked up, but there was no movement for a long time. While wondering where the cat had gone, he stood up and walked up the stairs, suddenly felt that his nightgown was being held back by something.

When she lowered her head, the big fat cat that just continued to run upstairs without a trace was squatting at her feet, stretched out a paw to hold down the hem of her nightgown that could reach the floor, and held a cat in its mouth. A big, fat mouse that can be as long as a foot, with a few hard and long whiskers protruding from the cat's mouth, and small claws and feet constantly scratching, but there is no sound—the big fat cat bites He scratched its throat, but didn't exert any force, probably intending to play.

Fengjiu's hair was standing on end, and cold sweat dripped down her temples and spine. She let out a clear scream of "嗤", and jumped up and rushed out, watching the cat under her feet vigilantly while jumping—— ——It was harboring bad intentions, walking towards her calmly with a big mouse in its mouth; at this moment, as soon as the door opened, a person came in, and a breeze came in along with it, and Feng Jiu didn't have time to see it clearly Who is this person, no matter who he is, jumping high and jumping high on this person is a hang.

This person's reaction was also extremely quick. He immediately supported her waist with his left hand and protected her neck with his right hand.

Feng Jiu was already lying in this man's arms, his arms tightly wrapped around his neck, and seeing that the big fat cat had reached the man's feet, he suddenly shook his head, and lay softly beside his trouser legs.

Trouser legs?Only then did Feng Jiu raise his head belatedly, and his big, undecided eyes directly crashed into a pair of dark, deep eyes. There was a smile in these eyes, and the mouth of Yuan Bao with extremely beautiful lines was also turned up sharply. He seemed to be in a good mood.

Feng Jiu muttered "Why are you", and couldn't wait to go to the ground.

Ning Zheng tightened his hands and stopped her movement: "If it wasn't for me, do you think Qiu Sheng or Wu Ma can withstand your weight?"

If you don't like it, Feng Jiu pretends she didn't hear it, and still twists her body to go to the ground, but Ning Zheng doesn't stop her this time, she loosens her hands, and Feng Jiu's feet land on the ground.

She squeezed the loose collar of her nightgown, tightened her belt, and looked down by the way...

Without saying a word, he jumped onto Ning Zheng neatly.

Ning Zheng: "..."

Seeing that it was safe for the time being, Feng Jiu immediately said, "Hurry up and get rid of this big fat cat! Let it find a place to eat the big rat, or it won't be fresh."

Ning Zheng: "..." He pinched her armpits and lifted her up, then laughed and lowered her to kiss her delicate, smooth face without makeup.

Feng Jiu wiped the place where Ning Zheng had kissed in disgust, "Don't just laugh, hurry up!"

Then Ning Zheng bowed his head and said to the cat: "Taishan, go out and throw away the dead rat."

Only then did Feng Jiu notice that the mouse in the cat's mouth was motionless, and it seemed that it was completely out of breath.

The cat looked up at Feng Jiu, and the eyes of the cat and the cat met each other, and they couldn't help being stunned.

Ning Zheng shook his head with a smile, stretched out his foot and lightly kicked its fat buttocks, Tai Shan reluctantly walked away, and before he left, he still didn't forget to give her a glare.

Ning Zheng put down Feng Jiu, went to the coat rack to hang up his suit jacket, and said, "You really are, why cats hate dogs."

Feng Jiu glanced at him: "...Farewell." He cupped his hands, turned his head and left.

Ning Zheng gently pulled the belt of the nightgown that was floating behind her, and the skirt of the nightgown opened wide, revealing the mint green crepe de chine apron and trousers inside, "Hey you—" she quickly stopped, Regardless of looking back and scolding the instigator, he hurriedly tidied up his pajamas.

Ning Zheng swung his arms forward again, Feng Jiu's body immediately fell back, and Xiangruan's slender body fell into his arms again.

"Come and sit with me for a while." Feng Jiu was hugged and sat on the sofa reluctantly.

He is now wearing a shirt and a suit vest. He lays Feng Jiu on his lap, and the silver buttons on the vest hurt her arm a little.

Ning Zheng looked down at her intently, looking at her, his head bowed down.

Feng Jiu shook his head and wanted to escape, but he couldn't, so he had to suffer.

At the end of a long and wet kiss, Feng Jiu panted slightly, and wanted to wipe his mouth with his hand, but looking at Ning Zheng's eyes...forget it, "Did you come back from brushing your teeth just now? "Just now Ning Zheng smoked a cigarette in the cemetery.

"Yeah. You don't like the smell of cigarettes—then I'll quit in the future?" Ning Zheng just went to the brothel to talk to Ji Songling. After seeing him off, he found a new toothbrush in the bathroom of the brothel and brushed his teeth before coming here. .

"...Okay." Fengjiu thought it was good. None of the male relatives in the family smoked, and she really hated the smell of cigarettes.

Ning Zheng looked at her snow-white neck, the protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, his head slowly moved up again, Feng Jiu could only feel that the man's body sitting under him was getting hotter and harder, very It's dangerous, so I can only find something to say: "Why is your cat called 'Tarzan'?"

"Guess?" Ning Zheng stopped, leaned back, parted a strand of her shiny black hair, wrapped it around her index finger and twisted it slowly.

"Looking at how fat it is, I'm afraid it's named after 'Mount Tai Suppresses'?"

"Why are you so smart?" Ning Zheng kissed her on the cheek appreciatively.

"Shall I go get you a cup of tea?" Feng Jiu felt that he was not blessed to enjoy this kind of intimacy that is always present.

"...sit here with me honestly." Ning Zheng grabbed Feng Jiu and held her tighter.

Taishan lost the dead mouse and came back quietly, with a thick tail like a flag gun standing upright, walking in a standard straight line, staggered back and forth, extremely elegant.

The two mandarin duck eyes stared at Feng Jiu again, and Feng Jiu's palms were sweating, "I didn't do anything, at least, I haven't had time to do anything, right? You, don't stare at me like a thief." Yeah. I said..."

"Ruiqing—" Ning Zheng corrected her without raising his head.

"Ruiqing, Taishan is a male cat, right?"

"...Yes, and no."

Feng Jiu couldn't help opening his eyes wide: "You eunuched it?!"

"Naturally. If it doesn't happen in spring, it will be so restless and noisy." Ning Zheng paused, "You little girl, why don't you feel ashamed when you say this word?" Of course Ning Zheng was referring to The word "castrate".

Feng Jiu only thinks that Ning Zheng is very hypocritical, can he do it or not? "Oh, how else should I say, 'Your cat is a eunuch?', oh little Tarzan, little Tarzan, since then the life of a cat has become lifeless, tsk tsk..."

Fengjiu himself doesn't keep cats because he can't bear to see relatives who own cats at home have to castrate the cats in order to keep quiet.

Just now, although I wanted to tease Ning Zheng a few more words, for example, why can't I let myself and "cat" make you happy as a male eunuch?After thinking about it, saying this is purely flirtatious, and it will definitely cause trouble for the upper body.

Ning Zheng laughed again, and Tai Shan groaned angrily below.

But Fengjiu still underestimated Ning Zheng's shamelessness, he used to take advantage of every opportunity he saw, and when he heard this, how could he let go of the good opportunity to tease his wife, and asked lightly, "Why is there no interest in life? Huh?"

Fengjiu was filled with remorse, "Well, I'd better do some research on this issue before I talk to you." Ning Zheng was about to leave, but Ning Zheng held her down.

Feng Jiu pretended to look at Mount Tai with a probe, and after confirming that there was no rat blood on its mouth, he grinned disgustedly and said, "Uh——fortunately, it doesn't eat dead rats."

"It was eaten at the beginning, and then those who were controlled did not dare to eat it anymore."

"Then what does it like to eat?"

"...Rouge, it often runs around the house and steals the rouge from my concubine and my sister-in-law."

"Huh? Heh, it looks like Taishan is Jia Baoyu in the cat."

"If you wear lipstick a lot, it might like you."

"...Other things, I'm most afraid of these furry things." Feng Jiu waved his hand.

"Last year, the weather was getting colder. I saw that you changed from a bucket of pearls to big wool clothes, and I didn't see you dislike things."

"Isn't it cold, so I don't care about it, don't care about it." Feng Jiu was reminded by Ning Zheng, and said awkwardly, only then did he feel that there was something wrong with him.

"Besides, these fur clothes can't feel body temperature or heartbeat, so they're not scary at all. Is this the same as the warm fur of cats and dogs that move when touched?" Feng Jiu suddenly asked again. Be upright.

"What about me, I also have a heartbeat and body temperature, are you afraid too?" Ning Zheng's hand was already lingering on her lower abdomen, after hearing this, he grabbed her hand and stuffed it into his shirt, Fengjiu struggled to get his hand out of his clothes, but he still firmly pressed against the flesh on the well-defined abdominal muscles, sliding slowly and ambiguously.

Now, it's not dark yet, Feng Jiu blushed anxiously, and pulled out his hands desperately, Ning Zheng stopped her with a light smile.

Just as they were making noise, Qiusheng reported outside that Second Young Mistress, Fourth Miss, and Fifth Miss had arrived.

Feng Jiu quickly shakes off Ning Zheng and jumps off the sofa, "deng, deng, deng" and runs upstairs on the wooden stairs.

Ning Zheng sat motionless on the sofa, calming down the anger she had whetted, which seemed to have become a daily homework.

When the Second Young Mistress Yan Leling and her party entered the door laughing and laughing, Ning Zheng was already standing at the door to greet her.

After a while, Feng Jiu also came down in a hurry, and changed into a silver-red summer shirt with fragrant cloud gauze over the knees on the right lapel, and hastily braided his hair into a loose two-strand braid, after all, no longer hanging down to his waist than before. It's the same length as it hangs from the right shoulder to the chest.

When they met, they exchanged pleasantries. Qiusheng brewed phoenix narcissus and put it in a tall fat pastel teapot with big red peonies painted on it. They also brought a set of six matching tea bowls. Painting crabapple flowers, carnations, gladiolus, hyacinths, tulips and carnations, the brushstrokes are delicate and interesting. Feng Jiu personally took the teapot, poured tea for several people, served it with both hands, and finally served a bowl for Ning Zheng.

Everyone took the teacups and started to look at the flowers on them. After all, no one had ever seen tea sets with different colors on a set of teacups, and the brushstrokes were so meticulous and vivid. When they learned that it was painted by Feng Jiu , are all amazed.

Feng Jiu didn't expect that everyone would notice and appreciate the exercises he was doing in his free time to practice, so he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

The paintings on this set of tea sets were also drawn when she was most interested in painting.He was only 13 years old at the time, and Mr. Li, the teacher of painting, was still in the Tang family. Fengjiu and Hutou had learned the techniques of flowers and birds. After drawing a picture on the fetus, the rest of the things belong to the father.

Tang Du hired a special person to take charge of properly transporting this extremely delicate tea set to the famous Cizhou Kiln in Pengcheng, Hebei Province for firing.The tea set itself is not worth anything, but it took a lot of mental effort to get angry.

Because I like it so much, I brought it when I got married.In fact, two of them were painted by tiger heads... But such trivial matters need not be clarified.

At this time, Taishan, who had been left out for a long time, was unwilling to be left out, and wanted to come here again. He looked up at Fengjiu, as if measuring the distance, and took a step back, gaining momentum, and a run-up, Quickly pounced on Feng Jiu.

Fengjiu didn't notice it, but was successfully frightened by it. While pushing down on it vigorously, he hid behind the second sister-in-law who was sitting beside him.

Seeing that she didn't hide behind him, Ning Zheng pursed his lips, seemingly displeased, but didn't react immediately.

On the contrary, the second sister-in-law smiled and scolded Ning Zheng for not knowing how to protect her wife, while effortlessly pinching the fluffy and thick hair on the back of Taishan's neck that was raging on Fengjiu's body, and picked it up. The cat immediately drooped its arms and legs in a pitiful state, and everyone laughed again.

Reluctantly, Ning Zheng took Taishan over, whispered for a while, and saw it fell to the ground, turned his head and glanced at Fengjiu unwillingly, and walked out of the room slowly with his head down, missing his whereabouts.

Only then did Feng Jiu come out from behind the second sister-in-law with lingering fear, and then chatted with the big guys about the weather, clothes, food and other anecdotes. The dark blue beading is very delicate, and the aquamarine buttons are also very colorful, so I stretched out my hand and gently pulled the clothes on her shoulders, wanting to take a closer look.

Feng Jiuteng stood up, trembling all over, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Just now everyone saw that Fengjiu was terrified by Taishan, knowing that she thought Taishan had jumped on her again, and couldn't help laughing.

Qiaozhi covered her mouth and smiled: "Sister-in-law San is really timid."

Feng Jiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a sneer: "These things are really bad."

"Then the third brother should give me Mount Tai, so that the third sister-in-law won't be afraid." Qiaozhi has always been proud of the cuteness and beauty of the lion cat, and happily feels that she has caught a good opportunity.

Before Ning Zheng could speak, Feng Jiu said: "Let Taishan stay here, it is the land householder, I am a foreigner, there is no reason for a newcomer to drive away an old cat. If you like it, I will give it to you." one."

"..." This is probably the reason why Feng Jiu is so attractive, but it's hard for her to hold back and be serious.

Everyone laughed again, and the servants on the side also snickered, thinking that the third young lady's words were very funny.

When Qiaozhi raised her head, she happened to see her third brother, who always had a shallow smile, staring at Feng Jiu with a smile, and there was a tenderness in his eyes that he had never seen before.

(End of this chapter)