You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 382
Wen Qing'er hurriedly told them to sit down, sipped tea with a smile and said with a smile: "You guys can't cry anymore, if you keep crying like this, I'm afraid I can go boating in Yufuyuan!"

Several people held back their tears and pursed their lips and smiled, Xichun touched the corners of his eyes, and handed the small bundle in his hand to Wen Qinger.

"I don't have anything to take out. This is a winter coat that I made for the girl. I haven't touched the needle for a long time, and my hands are quite rusty. Girl, hurry up and try to see if it fits."

Wen Qing'er opened it and saw that she was wearing a light blue dress, Wen Qing'er saw that the material was familiar, she stretched out her hand and twisted it, the thick and smooth material was exactly the good material she gave Xichun earlier.

It turned out to be a batch of fashionable patterns in Beijing that the cloth shop sent to the mansion a while ago. Lin thought the colors were too bright, so she made them all for Wen Qing'er.

Wen Qing'er has always been generous to those around her, not to mention sharing a horse for each of them, and specially asked Nian Xia to give it to Xi Chun, even if she didn't cut herself a new dress, she would sell it outside and exchange it for money to subsidize the family. make.

Unexpectedly, after going around and going around, the material returned to her own hands. Wen Qing'er held up the dress and looked at it carefully, knowing that it fit perfectly without trying it.

"Now that your happy date has been fixed, don't hurry up to embroider your wedding dress. It will take about two or three months, but is there still time?" Wen Qing'er said with a smile to Xichun.

Xichun's face was reddish, she lowered her head and kept twisting the row of broken flowers on the cuff with her fingers, and replied softly: "I'm already embroidering, and I guess it will be finished in a month or so. My mother is also helping with the embroidery, and I have enough time."

Wen Qing'er nodded: "That's good. If it's too late, Nian Xia and the others can help you, but they won't let you lose face in front of your mother-in-law."

Xichun nodded shyly and timidly, as a response.

After talking for a while, it seemed that it was almost time for dinner, Wen Qing'er specially ordered the small kitchen to make a table of noodles, and opened a jar of pear blossom brewing, the master and servant were very drunk one game.

A few little maids with shallow tears at the dinner table couldn't help but cried again. The daughter's family always cried when married, so Wen Qing'er didn't persuade them any more. Let them cry, and they will cry again later. If you want to get together for a drink, I'm afraid there is no chance.

It was already late at night after all the fun, and the little maids were staggering drunk, occasionally muttering a few dreams in their mouths, Wen Qing'er hurriedly called someone to help them down one by one and set them down.

Although this pear blossom wine is not very intoxicating, but it has a long aftertaste. Wen Qinger used one cup after another today, and I don't know how much she used. She just felt that her mind, hands and feet have become light and light, as soft as stepping on a cloud.

Wen Qing'er leaned over and looked at the night watch outside, it was nearly three o'clock now, but Wen Qing'er didn't feel much sleepy, she turned on all the lamps, and the room was brightly illuminated.

Such a happy occasion should be accompanied by a good tune. Wen Qinger plucked the strings three or two times, but felt that the sound of the piano was not good enough, so she opened the cage and found the pipa she hadn't touched for a long time.

Pushing open half of the window, half lying on the imperial concubine's couch, imitating the ancient Chinese saying "yet hugging the pipa and half covering the face, move your fingers slightly, and start playing ding ding dong dong."

At first, they were not very familiar with each other, but each sound flowed out from Wen Qing'er's fingertips. Gradually, she recalled the impression of the previous contact, and it became much smoother.

(End of this chapter)