Concubine Raiders Chapter 400: New Year (Part 1)

Chapter Four Hundred New Year (Part I)

The room was quiet, and there were more knocks in the distance.

Yang rustled over and rolled over.

Qiaolianfang's sluggish gaze dangled in front of her.

Mother Yang, who was sleeping on the foot of the bed, couldn't help but sighed in her heart.

"Auntie, would you like me to pour a cup of hot tea for you?" She sat up in a cloak.

I can't sleep anyway.

Yang thought for a while, and gave a soft "um".

Mother Yang poured the tea and moved the croissant palace lantern that was originally on the table near the window.

Yang leaned against the head of the bed, holding the tea cup in a daze.

Mother Yang tucked her dress and sat on the side of the bed: "Auntie, what are you thinking about?"

"I didn't think about anything," Yang replied calmly, bowed his head and took a few sips. When he raised his head again, he couldn't help but said: "Mom, you said, sending Aunt Qiao to Dajue Temple, does it mean the wife? Or is it Hou Ye?"

Mother Yang is puzzled: "Who meant the same thing. Aunt Qiao was sent to Dajue Temple after all."

"How can it be the same?" Yang shook his head lightly, and the sound was like a gnat, "If it is the wife, Hou Ye is reading the old love; if it is Hou Ye..." Her expression looked a little bit Uncertainly, the knuckles holding the tea cup faintly white.

Mother Yang couldn't hear clearly, and smiled: "Who is the auntie talking about?"

"I didn't say who, I didn't say who." Yang's expression was constricted, and he smiled and handed the tea cup to Mama Yang, "It's getting late, let's rest, and I will go to greet my wife tomorrow morning." , Has been lying down.

Mother Yang looked at the tea cup that was barely drunk in her hand, and moved the lamp out of the log with a face of confusion.

Qiu Hong couldn't sleep either, she tossed on the foot of the bed.

Aunt Wen yawned and owed: "If you can't sleep, you roll up the bedding on the big kang next to the window in the banquet room and go to sleep--the fire wall to the east is not cold. It won't disturb my sleep." /

Qiu Hong listened to Aunt Wen’s words, and said with a hippie smile: "Auntie can’t sleep like me?"

Aunt Wen did not say anything.

Qiu Hong said: "Auntie, what is the place of Dajue Temple? Auntie Qiao came back as if she had changed. I bowed her knees to salute, and she actually blessed me and scared me a lot. Jump."

Auntie Wen sighed faintly as she listened: "Don't talk about it, hurry up and go to bed. You will run away from Auntie Qiao in the future." She thought of Qiao Lianfang's restrained behavior, "She is I just came back, and the habit I developed in the temple hasn’t changed for a while, so I’ll be fine after a few days."

"Yeah" Qiu Hong smiled and lay down. Staring at Qiao Lian's room in the next few days. Her expression in Qiao Lianfang gradually softened, and her actions were not as dull as she used to be, but Aunt Qin and Aunt Yang ignored Aunt Qiao, only Aunt Wen would greet her with a smile and say something not salty. Not politely.

Qiao Lian's room is not like she used to pouting or shaking her face. She always nodded indifferently, then turned around and went back to her small courtyard without coming out all day.

Qiu Hong also found that Auntie Yang, who had only come here every other day, was the same as before, except that she made an appointment with Auntie Wen to please her wife every morning and late. She brought her needle and thread to do it in her spare time. While doing it, they were chatting with Aunt Wen, and they were talking about old things. Aunt Wen was not good at sewing, and she couldn't bear to sit on the kang for a long time and chat with people. She often talked, remembering something, and then left for most of the day, leaving Yuer with Aunt Yang in the house. in. Aunt Yang disagreed, and sat there quietly, sewing and waiting for Aunt Wen to come back. Very demure.

"Auntie, what exactly is Auntie Yang embroidering?" Qiu Hong said curiously, "She doesn't leave her hands, but she didn't see her embroidering anything, just talking to you..."

Aunt Wen and Yu'er are looking for clothes through boxes and cabinets.

Auntie’s New Year’s Day gift will arrive early tomorrow morning. As usual, Shao’s family will send a decent housekeeper to the car to greet Eleven Mother. Aunt Wen was afraid that the woman would arrive early tomorrow, so she happened to meet her to greet the eleven mother, worrying about how to dress decently without losing dignity.

Hearing that, he glared at her immediately and interrupted her: "So idle, go and help the little maids sweep the yard"

Aunt Wen was also afraid that the mother in charge would come to see her yard on a whim, and she would let the little maids and women in the house go together and clean the yard with the excuse of the New Year.

"Auntie," Qiu Hong was aggrieved, looking at the clothes piled up like a hill in her arms, flat her mouth, "I'm not helping you find clothes?"

"Then I can't seal your mouth," Aunt Wen said, pulling a new dark green net-face hanging silk from the bottom of the box, "What do you think of this one?"

The two were about to answer, Donghong drew in the curtain, saw Qiuhong and Yu'er, and paused.

Aunt Wen has said: "What's the matter?"

Dong Hong hesitated for a while, stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Auntie, Master Hou went to Auntie Qiao."

Auntie Wen's expression was slightly stagnant, and then she smiled: "This is the day Aunt Qiao was going to bed, and Master Hou should go there." Then he randomly pulled out a rose-red gold tinder from the box, "You How about this one?"

Qiu Hong and Dong Hong exchanged glances, and smiled: "It's still the dark green one. It is equipped with the eight Hunan dresses with pine flowers and butterflies. It is dignified and not rigid."

"Then you can find out that pine-colored butterfly wearing an eight-piece Hunan skirt."

Qiu Hong looked at the pine-colored butterfly, which was placed by Aunt Wen, wore a flowery eight-piece Hunan skirt and winked at Dong Hong, and smiled: "Auntie is tired after standing for so long. I will accompany auntie. Sit in the inner room and let Donghong and Yu'er find them here."

"You want to be lazy?" Auntie Wen smiled and went to the inner room with Qiu Hong, who was holding a large pile of clothes, "Take me as a shield"

Qiu Hong just grinned.

Tweety looked at the little maid who came to report in surprise.

"It's true." The little maid said in a low voice, "Master Hou went to Aunt Qiao's."

Tweety's face was dark, and she quickly stepped into the chamber.

Meet Aunt Qin head-on.

She smiled at the corner of her mouth, her face looked more cordial and easygoing, and she was coming out of the warm pavilion where the Bodhisattva was enshrined.

"What's the matter?" She was in a good mood during this period, and she felt pleasing to see everything, "Like someone owes you three hundred taels of silver?"

"Auntie." Tweety said anxiously, "Master Hou went to Auntie Qiao's."

The smile condensed on Aunt Qin's face.

She squeezed the Buddha beads of agarwood, turned around and entered the warm pavilion again.

The eleven mother, who just finished the bath, is wearing a rose red jacket and sitting on the big kang in the inner room by the window, her white face still has the red color left after being fumigated by hot water, like blooming in June The red lotus, with a few bright colors in the pure and pure.

"Madam's head is really good." Amber stood in front of the kang and used a boxwood comb to help her comb her hair that had just been coaxed, "like a satin."

"It's too troublesome to wash your hair once." Eleven Niang smiled and touched the black crow's blue silk.

"Who is like Madam? I have to wash my hair every few days." Amber smiled, "I don't like wiping hair or showering." After thinking about it, he said, "I don't wear flowers ."

Eleven Niang smiled: "Who said I don't wear flowers anymore, don't I wear gardenias and magnolia flowers?"

"But you are wearing it on the collar"

The two talked and laughed, and Hong Xiu walked in.

"Madam, Master Hou went to Aunt Qiao."

Amber's hand holding the comb stopped there.

"I got it" Eleven Niang smiled slightly and told Hong Xiu, "You go and rest."

Today is Red Embroidery on the night, but Eleven Niang doesn’t like someone watching the night in the house. Those who are watching the night usually rest on the big kang near the window in the east. It was said that it was a night, but it was actually a night in the main house, and there was an earth dragon. The errand that everyone complained about has now become a beautiful errand.

She smiled and answered "Yes" and stepped back.

Amber looked at her red lips tightly: "Madam, or else, today I'm going to spend the night like before, sleeping on the bed pedal, and talking."

"You still don't think there are too many things in the daytime" Xi Niang smiled, "Tomorrow you have to distribute small objects such as candies, incense candles, lanterns, flowers and trees to various places. You are busy. You should also rest early. What can I say, after the Chinese New Year."

"Mrs." Amber was hesitant to speak.

Eleven mothers knows what she is worried about, but there are some things that you can avoid, not because you are worried.

She smiled and took the wooden comb in her hand: "Go and rest"

Amber nodded sadly, bowed his knees and bowed, turned and walked back.

After walking a few steps, I can't help but look back.

"Madam" she knelt in front of Eleven Niang, "Aunt Yang entered the door, you said, everyone will give a day to Aunt Yang, but Master Hou said, if so, then you will be less than half a month. So I reduced the days of my aunts to three days... When your filial piety period, Master Hou also rested with you. This time, you will..."

It's the girl who didn't come out of the cabinet, blushing, and couldn't say something.

"I set the day. But if I go, it's all up to Hou Ye." Her gaze was a little complicated, "Some things, you don't understand." Her voice gradually fell, "I There are a thousand ways and ten thousand reasons to keep him by my side. But why should I do this?"

Amber was shocked.

Eleven mother pushed her up.

"Just because he is Lord Hou?" She looked sad, "Is it my parents? It's my pillow... These are never reasons..."

In the quiet room, Eleven Niang's somewhat helpless voice echoed, and a faint sadness fell in Humber's heart, making her eyes astringent, and she could no longer say her advice.

"Go and rest"

Eleven Niang patted Amber's hand~IndoMTL.com~ She suddenly realized that her action was very similar to Mrs. Tai.

Is your mentality already very old?

Eleven Niang smiled slightly.

Hong Xiu rushed in: "Madam, Madam, Master Hou is back"

She flushed and looked very excited.

"Mrs." Amber also held the hand of Eleven Niang tightly, and a cheerful smile couldn't stop the corners of her eyebrows, "Master Hou, I'm back"

Eleven Niang smiled lightly, a bright light flashed past her eyes that she hadn't noticed.

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