Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

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Xu Shi everyone was on the mountain this year, and writing such a couplet suddenly became grand. Li Zilan, Jin Lei and Feng Ruiqi all came up to help, even the Phoenix Bird and Phoenix who didn't show up on weekdays came.

Four or five square tables were placed at the entrance of Mu Mansion, which had just fallen under the snow.

On each table, the red paper was pressed with paperweight, and the whole door was filled with a New Year's festive atmosphere.

Old Master Xiao and Xiao Jinglin heard that they wanted to write a couplet. They didn’t have such a lively atmosphere abroad. They also came out of the house and joined together to feel the taste of the military.

Standing at the door, Yun Xi looked at the lively and thick atmosphere outside. Feng Ruiqi at the front door cooperated with the butler's command to hang up the red lantern, and left and right, right, right, up and down happily.

Seeing Mu Fei Chi coming out, she pulled the man beside her, pulling her sleeves to prepare to write a couplet, "Young Master, this is the first time I feel the new taste of the military!"

The tradition is lively, and the celebration is full of warmth, which she has never experienced in the past years.

"Why, haven't I ever written a couplet before?" Mu Feichi turned to look at her and stretched out his hands to pull the cuffs layer by layer.

"I used to look for someone to write couplets in the countryside. When I looked at my uncle's couplets in the 29th year, I started to look forward to seeing if there were any new clothes to wear in the 30th year. Chen Lixue was harsh on me on weekdays, but every year, my uncle would secretly give I bought new clothes. Although she would inevitably scold me when she saw it, she even thought about snatching my new clothes to Liang Danyi, but this day was the happiest day of the year."

Mu Fei-chi's sleeve-pulled hands paused, his lowered eyes flicked across his distress, and he quickly pulled his sleeves away. He raised his head to condense the deepness of his eyes, and reached out and rubbed her head.

"Every year in the future, I will try to come back to write couplets with you."

A very small thing, a very ordinary and ordinary thing, but it is especially rare for people with special status like them.

"Okay..." Nodded, she turned her head sour and was about to go out the door with him. As soon as she turned around, she saw Xiao Jinglin and Xiao Xiao standing behind him, suddenly stunned.

"Grandpa, Mr. Xiao..." I don't know how long they stood behind and how much they heard.

To Xiao Jinglin, she dare not mention the things of her childhood, fearing that he would blame herself for her bad life, and even more afraid of his sadness.

Mr. Xiao heard Xiao Jinglin full of soreness.

"It's not too early. Go out and write a couplet. This year there is still a couplet missing in the new home. Girl, you write it."

Xiao Jinglin took the lead in breaking the deadlock, and Chong Yunxi and Mu Feichi nodded, helping the old man to go out.

The old man beckoned to Yunxi. Why didn't he feel distressed when he heard the unintentional words just now?

"Okay, come now!" Yun Xi refused, and Yun Xi pulled Mu Fei Chi away.

Standing at the desk, Yun Xi took the couplet album on the table, flipped through several sentences, and finally chose a less difficult sentence to write.

"Choose two more, the door and the back door." Mu Fei Chi took the writing brush on the table and told her.

Yun Xi chose the seven-character couplet and the four-character couplet according to the length of the couplet frame on the door. The booth was opened in front of Mu Feichi. He patted the book and smiled at him cunningly: "Come, look at the writing, don't write it wrong, So many people are watching!"

Mu Fei-chi glanced at the words on the couplet, and the little girl really understood him, embarrassing him, and chose sentences that were easy to write and wrong!

Slightly tilting his head and raising his eyebrows, Mu Feichi smiled and met her slightly complacent look, gently ticked her lips: "I'll write for you next year, so don't cry to me!"

Not afraid of provocation, Yun Xi gave him a very bright smile, "As long as you don't cry at the words I wrote!"