Cute concubine has three treasures: husband hugs and holds high

Chapter 106 Doll Misses You

She stretched out her fingers to touch the water in the tub, and small ripples rippled on the water.She rubbed the space between her brows and began to undress.The little girl's body isn't dirty, so let's just make do with it... I don't know if it's because the water is cold, but the water she touches has a hint of warmth.

After taking a shower with that bucket of water, she felt that her body was covered with the faint milk fragrance that seemed to be absent from Qin Xiaoxi's body.

She glanced at the clothes thrown to the ground by a certain child, and finally decided to go to sleep.

So, when Qin Xiaoxi woke up early in the morning, she saw Yuwen Jingyin washing their clothes at the door.

The morning sun lazily climbed onto Yuwen Jingyin's exquisite facial features, and she looked like a beauty bathed in the sun.It's a pity... the beauty's expression is too indifferent, it would be even better if she could smile.

Qin Xiaoxi squatted obediently beside Yuwen Jingyin, and said with a smile, "Sister Yuwen, I think it's nice to have a sister now." Although she didn't like Yuwen Jingyin very much, she likes it now!

"Yeah." She didn't think it was a good thing to have a younger sister.

There is nothing interesting in Zishou Palace.

Qin Xiaoxi watched Yuwen Jingyin wash and dry the clothes, and didn't know what to do.

Three months... She will stay in a palace with no fun for three months... After three months, I don't know if Yige will still recognize her as the master...

"Sister Yuwen, what are we going to do next?" Qin Xiaoxi followed behind Yuwen Jingyin.

Yuwen Jingyin took out a few scriptures, "I found these in Zishou Palace. The only thing we can do is to copy the scriptures."

Copy scriptures...? !Qin Xiaoxi stared at the yellowed scriptures silently for a while, then grinned, "Sister Yuwen, I'd better go back to sleep." Forget about the scriptures...

She was about to run away, but someone grabbed her clothes.

Qin Xiaoxi turned her head and said pitifully, "Sister Yuwen, I really don't want to copy scriptures..."

"I heard that Xiaoxi has made a good poem, if Xiaoxi can read one, I'll let Xiaoxi go, okay?" The tone was coaxing the child again.

Qin Xiaoxi nodded, afraid that she would change her mind, "Let me think about it."

Two beauties, one big and one small, stood at the gate of Zishou Palace, bathing in the sunshine.The older one has exquisite features and indifferent brows.The smaller one hasn't fully grown yet, but the smile slightly outlined at the corner of her mouth is not much inferior to the sunshine.

Qin Xiaoxi lowered her head slightly, thinking hard about the poems her brother had taught her.She suddenly discovered that sister Yuwen and little emperor Huangfu Yiren had the same hobbies, and they both liked to ask others to compose poems.

Well, my brother... who taught her... She glanced at the old scriptures, and a poem came to mind.

She tugged on Yuwen Jingyin's sleeve, "Sister Yuwen squat down, okay?" She looked up at her, it was too difficult.

Yuwen Jingyin followed her wishes and squatted in front of her.

The wet eyes met hers like this, Yuwen Jingyin was taken aback.

"Sister Yuwen, listen up." Qin Xiaoxi looked at Yuwen Jingyin intently, "I was worried about being too sentimental to damage the holy life, and I was afraid that if I went to the mountains, I would not fall into the city. The world is safe and secure, and I am worthy of the Tathagata and worthy of Qing."

"Okay, I'll read it, sister Yuwen, I'll go back to sleep." Qin Xiaoxi let go of the sleeves she had been holding, and hurried back to her room.

Yuwen Jingyin alone squatted there, fascinated by those scriptures.After a while, she got up and walked back to the bedroom silently.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were what Yan Wuchen specially reminded her to bring.

Yuwen Jingyin took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, put them on the table, and rubbed the ink herself.

After the ink was ready, she sat at the table and opened the scriptures.

According to Xia Nanguo's rules, daughters-in-law must copy one hundred scriptures each for three months of filial piety, which is regarded as accumulating blessings for the deceased. That is, each person must copy more than one scripture a day to complete the task.

And she just said that she doesn't need that girl to copy the scriptures, that is to say, she alone has to copy two hundred scriptures within three months.

Yuwen frowned quietly, rolled up his sleeves for speed, and the first word fell on the white paper, which outlined dignity.

Until there were 28 characters on a piece of white paper, Yuwen Jingyin put down the brush, and emotions such as bewilderment and astonishment appeared on his face, which had never been too expressive.

The undone words on the paper, where they are scriptures, are clearly the poem that Qin Xiaoxi just read out.

Yuwen Jingyin stared at the paper for a long time, until the ink was dry, then she carefully folded the paper and put it aside, and what fell on the white paper again was the text on the scriptures.

Yuwen Jingyin was very busy, while Qin Xiaoxi had a particularly relaxed life.

She stayed in her temporary dormitory all day, either sleeping or staring at the crystal statue she secretly brought over in a daze.

That was a New Year's gift from the secretary... That statue was carved by her favorite brother...

Qin Xiaoxi was lying on the bed, holding the crystal statue in her hand and rubbing it.His fingers slid across the man's cheeks, stopping at the corner of his smiling mouth.

Day after day passed, and she could only look at this statue... She still couldn't find her favorite brother...

Where did my brother go...why...why didn't you come to find the doll...Obviously, the doll has recited that poem, shouldn't it be easy for the elder brother to find the doll...

One tear after another slid down, and finally dripped onto the crystal statue.

"Brother... Baby misses you..." she murmured in an inaudible voice, "Brother... when will I come back..."

Rubik's Cube, transforming in a pair of scarred hands.Suddenly, the hands shook violently, and the Rubik's Cube fell to the ground.

Mo Pho looked at the Rubik's Cube on the ground, and a faint, bitter smile emerged. He covered his heart that was twitching suddenly in pain, and murmured, "Baby...are you thinking about brother again...Mu Wang is fine Very good, baby... just obediently stay with King Mu, okay..."

He never doubted that there is a magical telepathy between relatives.own girl
Why can't he forget Yan Wang. He can't find anything to restore that memory that belongs to Yan Wang.Mu Wang is just Mu Wang, but he can't remember that he once made one Rubik's cube after another, calling the doll tenderly and affectionately, firmly believing that he will find the doll.

The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and like this, many days and nights passed.

Qin Xiaoxi found that when she was bored, besides her brother, she would think of King Mu from time to time. Of course, she would also think of Xia Nan, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Sister Yuwen..." Qin Xiaoxi, who was living a good life, suddenly floated into Yuwen Jingyin's room.

(End of this chapter)