Snake King begging Ji

Chapter 89 The Bridal Chamber (6)

Bai Jianfei was knocking on a jade chopstick in his hand, shaking his head while drinking, and said, "This is called the old hatred and new sorrow. Who is Changqing? Wandering around can also make him happen to hear someone talking about new stories Let’s not talk about this today, he must have known it all! Hey, we grew up together, since he took over the family affairs of the Tianfu, who can see through him? Let me tell you , he is not a fuel-efficient lamp! Hehehe. This year's Lantern Festival is really exciting."

Yuan Chong couldn't turn the corner: "Now the Ninth Prince is covering Miss Seven, can they still have trouble with the Ninth Prince? Isn't this hitting a stone with an egg?"

Bai Jianfei chuckled, ignored him, and just called Xiao Er to come in to warm up the wine and add some food.

At this time, a corner of the bamboo curtain of the wing room on the second floor of Duobao Pavilion was slightly raised, and behind the curtain stood a woman dressed in the color of Qian Tao and a flowery butterfly skirt.

She is about thirty years old, but she is in her early twenties.The skin is as white as snow, the eyebrows are as long as the mountains, and the waist is too thin to hold.The slender fingers opening the bamboo curtain are like orchids just blooming.Even though she was wearing gorgeous dresses, she still couldn't hide her demeanor as clear and beautiful as the autumn moon.

She looked at the backs of Tian Yu and his servant Ah Shi riding away downstairs and smiled slightly.She murmured to herself: "You and your mother have calculated everything, but can you figure out how I will deal with you next? Zhang Qianru, just wait, the blood debt 16 years ago is also time to repay."

What she said made people fearful, but her voice was so charming, full of various charms.

She put down the bamboo curtain and slowly returned to the room and leaned on the soft couch.Pick up the embroidered cloth on the couch.A piece of magnolia-colored brocade is stretched in the bamboo strip embroidery circle, and a picture of the bright moon in Pinghu is almost finished.

The bright moon hangs high above the soft satin, and the blue waves of the lake glow with silvery white light.In the clear and peaceful scene, a lone goose flies through desolately, but the lone goose has a feathered arrow inserted horizontally in its neck, and the dark red blood is like rain, which is frightening.

The door of the side room creaked open, and a young man with a short stature and a thin face walked in.He walked to the side of the woman and reported in a low voice: "Madam, the carriage is ready."

As if she had never heard of it, she embroidered slowly.Withdrawing the last needle, the tip of the needle pierced into the finger, and a drop of bright red blood dripped out.

She pressed her hand into the neck of the lonely goose, and the neck of the goose was instantly dyed red.Satisfied, she took out the brocade and looked at it, and put it into a delicate box.Then he stood up and said lazily: "The last one. Black Goose, have you finished making the lanterns for this year's Lantern Festival?"

(End of this chapter)