National Beauty

Brother Mao'er Xiaopang's hands were covered with red, green, and black paint, and the water was not clean. Qiuyue took a pot of wine, and Lin personally helped his son rub it. Song Jianing was training her brother next to him: "Look at how dirty your hands are. If you play around next time, your mother won't help you wash it, so you will become a black hand. No girl likes you when you grow up."

Brother Mao was sitting on the couch in Chinese clothes, grinning at her sister, not only knowing nothing wrong, but also quite proud.

Song Jianing squeezed his little brother's nose with anger.

After washing the two waters, Brother Mao's hands were slightly reddish, and the paint on them had not been thoroughly washed. The little maid took the copper basin to change the water. Lin was temporarily helping his son dry his hands, and was carefully inquiring that his daughter was in the Shouwang Mansion. Circumstances, a little maid outside came running over and said in surprise: "Madam, the son of the world is back!"

Lin's heart jumped, and a burly figure immediately appeared in his mind. The son of the world is back, then Guo Boyan...

Song Jianing's heartbeat was also chaotic for a moment. It is undeniable that even if she became a sibling, she always had a trace of physical defense against Guo Xiao, worried that Guo Xiao would like her again, even though Guo Xiao should never be tempted by her in terms of etiquette. The year Guo Xiao left Beijing, Song Jianing had a great peace of mind. He slept better at night than when Guo Xiao slept in Beijing.

Now that Guo Xiao is back, Song Jianing doesn't feel any joy, but this is the Guo family, the official residence of Guo Xiao's father and son. Song Jianing just doesn't like it and doesn't have any resistance to dissatisfaction. The elder son returned home, as it should be.

"An An, go and talk to your eldest brother first, and my mother will change clothes for Brother Mao." Lin said in a flustered manner, sending her daughter first, and then asking her maid Guo Boyan if she has returned. If she does, she will also have to change clothes.

Song Jianing nodded, touched his brother's head, and led Shuang'er to the front yard of Linyun Hall.

In this hall, Guo Xiao is sitting on the chair on the left, and is asking his sister and aunt about today. Encountered at the door just now, Aunt Tan and his wife wanted to come back and accompany him more. Guo Xiao now only wants to reunite with relatives in the Guogong Mansion. He finds a reason for Aunt Tan to go back first, and he will come to visit the house with Li the next day.

"Nothing, just come and see me." Ting Fang said with a blushing face, embarrassed to tell her brother that her aunt was here to find out how her dowry was prepared.

Guo Xiao looked at his sister and vaguely guessed it. He heard two slight footsteps outside. He rolled his throat, raised the tea bowl, and slightly lowered his head to drink, but his thick eyelashes were raised secretly, staring at the door imperceptibly. When the light dimmed, a girl in a white skirt stepped in alone. Under the skirt were a pair of light pink satin embroidered shoes, exquisite and small. Guo Xiao looked up slowly, saw the little lotus red shirt she was wearing, and then...

"cough……"

The man tasting tea indifferently choked water, immediately put down the tea bowl, fisted to his lips, closed his eyes and tried to calm down. In order not to cough continuously, the nineteen-year-old son Jun's face turned red, and Song Jianing was embarrassed to say hello at this time to affect him. He walked up to sister Ting Fang and waited for a while, silently observing the one-year absence. the man.

This year, she has grown up, and she looks more and more like the little concubine who first met her son in Liangshao County. Guo Xiao has also changed. After a year of fighting, his white and jade face was tanned. The layer, thinner, looks sharp and solemn and majestic. This kind of Guo Xiao, as if a sword has been slashed, with a sharp aura, like the Shou prince next door, who has grown into a big man, but the Shou Wang has become more and more immortal, and Guo Xiao has become more and more stern. Rebellious.

Just when Song Jianing was about to withdraw his gaze, Guo Xiao finally suppressed the urge to cough, his face turned white, put down his fists, raised his eyes to her, and his black eyes were deep. Song Jianing forcedly endured the panic imprinted in his bones, smiled openly at him, and said politely: "Big brother is back, it's very **** the road, right?"

She stood in backlight, but her cheeks were white, like the early spring peach blossoms he saw on the road, bright and pretty, and her apricot eyes shimmered like sparkling waves, so that he couldn't see what she was thinking for a while. Even if he could see it clearly, Guo Xiao had no time to think about it. He was already shocked by the beauty of his stepsister and couldn't take it back.

A year away from home, fighting in the daytime, and in the dead of night, Guo Xiao would miss his grandmother, his sister, and occasionally the younger brother at home, but the only relatives he missed were his stepsisters. In her dream, she was not afraid of him at all. She would smile at him like two cousins, calling his brother sweetly, smiling so beautifully, his heart would melt, and she couldn't bear to wake up.

The step-sister Mengwai was afraid that he would be far away from him, the more he was like this, the more he wanted to be closer to her, but she had to pretend not to be afraid when she saw her timid eyes. She liked the grievance that she wanted to be angry but didn't dare to be angry after he said coldly. In the dream, she smiled at him, and Guo Xiao stopped bullying her and gave her all the good things she had. He was more satisfied than his own stomach when she saw her eating happily.

Why is the same younger sister, only the stepsister will let him have such a dream?

Guo Xiao didn’t understand, he didn’t think deeply. He only knew that he was on the way to the city just now. The person he wanted to see most was this step-sister, so when he misunderstood that the girl behind the screen wall was a step-sister, he came out unexpectedly. Guo Xiao was only disappointed when he was a cousin outside, even with a cousin who made him disappointed.

But Guo Xiao didn't expect it, and after only one year, the stepsister suddenly changed from a fat girl to...

Glancing faintly across the little girl's bulging chest, Guo Xiao suddenly didn't know how to face this sister.

He mumbled, his expression colder than before.

Song Jianing will probably be angry with her after a long-awaited reunion with twins, but the more Guo Xiao gives her a cold face, the happier Song Jianing will be. He sat next to Ting Fang and briefly explained the reason why his mother would come back later. Guo Xiao nodded and continued to ask about the current situation in Ting Fang's home.

While chatting, Lin came over with Brother Mao, knowing that Guo Boyan didn't come back together, and Lin was wearing the same dress. Guo Xiao stood up when he heard the footsteps and saluted the Lin respectfully: "How good is your mother recently? My father is leading the army slowly, and may have to wait another half a month."

Lin smiled, did not let the disappointment show, and teased his son's dirty hands that hadn't been cleaned and taught: "This is the brother, and Mao'er is called the brother."

When Guo Xiao and his son left Beijing, Brother Mao was only five months old. One year later, the boy had forgotten his father and brother. Staring at Guo Xiao for a while, seeing this man neither smiling at him nor reaching out to hug him, Brother Mao was a little scared, his big eyes rolled around, and he reached out to Song Jianing who was sitting next to him, and said crisply: "Hug. !"

Lin pressed his son's hand and insisted that he call brother Guo Xiao.

Brother Mao yelled reluctantly and continued to look for her sister.

Song Jianing reluctantly took her younger brother over. Brother Mao didn’t give Guo Xiao a hug, but he stared at Guo Xiao curiously with big eyes. He successfully hugged his sister’s neck with one hand, and put the other hand on her right shoulder, but he couldn’t reach it. Xiao Chuan slid his shoulders with his hands, accidentally resting on Song Jianing's chest. If Song Jianing's figure is not so good, Mao's hand will definitely continue to fall, but Song Jianing...So when his little hand hit something, Mao instinctively bent his fat finger and covered it.

That's a place that is ashamed to be touched. Almost the younger brother’s hand came up. Song Jianing took away the chubby hand. The time was too short. Song Jianing felt that no one should have seen it, so naturally he hugged his younger brother and walked towards the seat. , Let her brother sit on her lap. While Lin asked Guo Xiao about the situation in the frontier, he walked towards the main seat. Only Guo Xiao, with black eyes staring at the ground, was full of Brother Mao's hands, the piece of clothing that Brother Mao was covering.

A fire suddenly burst into his body, making his mouth dry.

Guo Xiao returned to his seat and drank the half-bowl of tea he had just drunk. He secretly reminded himself that it was a step-sister, how could he think about it?

Next, Guo Xiao didn't even look at Song Jianing. He chatted with the Lin family for a quarter of an hour. Guo Xiao went back to Yihexuan first because of his exhaustion. His two maids had already prepared hot water in the tub. Guo Xiao took off his robe and walked directly into the bathroom. The two maids skillfully changed his clothes.

Guo Xiao lost his mother in his early years. The maidservants of Yihexuan were arranged by the wife herself. They were responsible. After changing several maids for so many years, only one of them was sold because of mischief, and the others were released when they were old. It is worthy of people. The maids are honest, Guo Xiao has never had a reverie, but today...

Guo Xiao's eyes moved slightly, looking at the maid who was **** him, medium-looking, his eyes moved down, and he saw this thin and shriveled maid, who was obviously sixteen or seventeen years old, not as good as a 13-year-old maid.

"Go out." Guo Xiao was inexplicably irritable and whispered coldly.

The two maids didn't understand, so they looked at each other, bowed their heads and resigned.

Guo Xiao pulled his clothes and stepped into the tub. The water was warm. The more he soaked, the hotter he remembered the book sent by his cousin Guo Shu. A pair of images of men and women embracing each other flooded into his mind. Guo Xiao's breathing became heavier and heavier, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall of the barrel. After a while, the calm water suddenly rippled like waves hitting the shore.

In the second half of the day, the wife and the third wife returned to worship the Buddha and learned that the elder son had returned to the house. The wife was overjoyed. She went directly to Yihexuan and saw her grandson. He asked for warmth and asked the kitchen to have a big banquet in the evening. Take the wind and dust for Guo Xiao. The Guogong's mansion, which had been quiet for a year, suddenly became lively. Next door Shouwang's Mansion, Father Fu came out of the study and sent a young **** to find out what was going on.

The little **** found out when he asked the guard of the palace, and came back to report: "The eldest son of the palace is back to Beijing."

Father Fu didn't take it seriously, but when he entered the study, he whispered to his master.

Zhao Heng didn't hear about it, and continued to read the book in his hand. Father Fu stretched his neck and looked at the pages of the book. He became more and more unpredictable. How about learning how to make a kite. With the master’s temper, he will not send it out when he finishes it. It is almost impossible to draw a kite face. It was ruined, except for him, no one can appreciate the master's good skills.

In the evening, the three rooms of the Guogong Mansion were eating and chatting, and the atmosphere was cheerful. In the Shouwang Mansion, Zhao Heng sat at a table alone, accustomed to it.

But this night, Guo Shizi, who enjoys the care of their loved ones, and the lonely and deserted Shou Wangye had a dream of similarities and differences. They both dreamed of a fat girl with andrographis embroidered with red flowers, bright apricot eyes, red lips, and thin waist. Thin, with bulging skirts, standing in front of him pretty, hooking people to hug.