According to tradition, when her daughter gets married, the mother will put the drawing book she has learned throughout her life at the bottom of the cage.
There are wedding dresses, wedding candies, wedding eggs, wedding fruits, etc. heavily pressed on top.
Fang Zhimei is not married yet, but she can prepare these things.
The prime minister's wife has been immersed in this art for many years and has already become extremely skilled in it.
If not, how could he suppress the prime minister who was also a romantic and talented man back then?
You have to know how many temptations and temptations Prime Minister Du Wei has had to endure over the years while holding a high position?
I have seen enchanting little ladies in various places, and some lower-level officials will even set up traps to keep their wives and concubines as companions, not to mention the beautiful women that officials from all walks of life plunder and donate.
He has always maintained his integrity, and no scandals have spread, which is inseparable from the way of being a husband by the prime minister's wife.
The prime minister's wife now taught it to Fang Zhimei. After making it into a picture album, except for the slightly rough painting skills, the technical experience was integrated with the essence of the other ladies in the three lanes and seven lanes of the house.
If you learn it, you will be able to control the clouds and rain, control the yin and yang, harmonize your husband and wife, and achieve the state of great perfection.
This is what everyone usually calls "the secret skill of keeping the bottom of the box".
In the world of martial arts, if someone says to you, "Just use your special skills," they may not necessarily mean to fight you, but may just mean to sleep with you.
If you agree, both parties can use their special skills to communicate, and most of the time they can turn conflicts into friendship.
At this time, even if the other party's unique skills may not satisfy you, they often lose their hostility and are too lazy to chatter or fight.
Therefore, before going out on their own, young heroes and heroines in the world of martial arts will acquire the "unique secrets" from their families to increase their chances of survival.
Or maybe she still has the expectation that she will go out to explore the world, use her unique skills to win over others, and then come back with a happy man. It would be even better if she can get her wish.
"That's what I painted for my sister-in-law!" Fang Zhimei was so embarrassed that he stomped his feet and was dissatisfied, with a dissatisfied groan in his voice.
In fact, this embarrassing scene happened to me when I was a child.
For example, she once brought back Mr. Jiao and was discovered by him. Later, when she grew up, she understood what he was for. Even though he had gone to Tiandaomen to practice martial arts at that time, Fang Zhimei still rolled on the bed for a long time holding the quilt, feeling shameless. To see people.
What's even more frightening is that when she was taking that thing, Baby Rong was also playing with it.
Later, Rong Baobao got married first, and Fang Zhimei was worried all day long. She felt that after being informed, Rong Baobao would definitely understand what it was, so he couldn't laugh at her for nothing?
Fortunately, Rong Baobao seemed to have forgotten it and never teased Fang Zhimei about this matter.
"My sister-in-law and brother are not getting along with each other. It's impossible for my mother to teach my sister-in-law. After all, my sister-in-law doesn't have a mother, and she can't do anything for her. Of course, I have to share the worries of the family."
Fang Zhimei said, her cheeks were red and tender, but her tone was confident:
"I drew this for my sister-in-law!"
No one would disbelieve this reason, right?
Anyway, as she talked, she felt that this was the case, so Qin Shou'an could no longer think wildly, and he had to believe it!
"Hahaha... I don't believe it." Qin Shouan laughed a few times and patted his chest hard.
Fang Zhimei is always like this. Once he makes a mistake or makes a joke and gets caught, he will jump over the wall and find some incredible excuses.
No matter how ridiculous it is, it seems that as long as she can find a reason, it will be over.
"You believe it! You believe it! You must believe it!"
Fang Zhimei was furious, and was about to pounce on him and pin him down on the grass to force him to believe it, but then he thought that without Rong Baobao's help, he couldn't handle him alone.
What's more, I have grown up, how can I still fool around like a toddler? Must outsmart.
"Brother Shouan!"
So Fang Zhimei calmed down her angry look, turned slightly and twisted her waist, which was particularly light in the spring breeze. Her skirt swept over the moist green buds, and she looked slightly shy.
The spring petals, as bright red and as tender as blood cherry blossoms, pout a little, half tender and half resentful:
"It's really like this...if there is disharmony between men and women, there will be no peace in the family.
When a man hangs out in the flower streets and willow alleys, leaving the woman alone at home to stay in an empty room, not to mention whether Hongxing will cheat on her, this will lead to dryness and internal heat in the long run, which is not good for the body..."
Qin Shou'an still didn't believe it. Did Gui Lingpeng look like his yin and yang were out of balance and he was in bad health?
She doesn't have to be in very good shape to be able to hang Mr. Fang up and beat him.
"Okay, okay. Stop pretending to be that boudoir green tea lady, let's go..." Qin Shou'an held Fang Zhimei's shoulders and walked into the pavilion.
"Then you have to believe me...you have to believe it anyway. Do you believe it or not?"
"Believe, believe, I believe."
"Well...that's pretty much it, hehe."
Fang Zhimei was happy and allowed him to gently hold her shoulders.
Although this was often the case when I was a child, now there is more or less a slight concern between men and women not being intimate with each other.
But this kind of intimacy is still within the tolerance range.
After all, we were childhood sweethearts, so deliberately keeping a distant distance seemed a bit artificial.
Fang Zhimei glanced at the hand holding his shoulder, and turned sideways obediently, leaning slightly against his chest.
She didn't clearly feel the heartbeat under his strong chest muscles, but Fang Zhimei could feel her heartbeat thundering.
It's beating, like playing music happily.
It's like a small animal that has been hibernating for a long time, feeling the silent spring in the girl's heart. In this warm season, it wakes up alive and ready to move.
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Walking under the pavilion covered with green vines, the lake breeze blew over, stirring up the petals of various colors and the bangs on Fang Zhimei's forehead. Qin Shou'an pushed her to sit down.
"Let me take a look." Qin Shou'an took out the album from his arms, alerting Fang Zhimei to jump up and snatch it again.
Fang Zhimei's cheeks bulged, and she took another long breath, holding her skirt tightly with both hands.
The two little feet with nowhere to rest are close together, and the toes are tapping the wooden board on the ground. Now they are more than 60% shy.
If later he continued to explain the story as passionately as when he was a child, and her shyness increased to more than 80%, she would stop playing with him and run away first.
"Let's take a look at the cover of the album first." Qin Shou'an held the album and shook his head:
"I saw the sky was high and the air was crisp. In the warm spring, flowers were blooming. Men and women met in the backyard and nestled in the pavilion... Hey, this pavilion is also half a pavilion. The scene is so familiar!"
Qin Shou'an looked at the picture. Isn't it the place in front of him? They happen to be a boy and a girl, but they are not cuddling together.
To suit the occasion, he sat down next to Fang Zhimei.
Fang Zhimei picked a cluster of wisteria flowers and placed them between him and her, indicating that this was an insurmountable rule between men and women.
Anyway, she has shown her reserve as a woman. If even the wisteria can't stop it, there is nothing Fang Zhimei can do. After all, she is also a weak and weak little woman like this little flower.
"Also...in this picture album, the woman looks like you, how come this man looks so much like me?" Qin Shou'an looked at it carefully and said in confusion.
"Look carefully...it clearly doesn't look like it. The portrait is so big and the features are not obvious...you are mistaken." After Fang Zhimei finished speaking, he raised his hand to grab it.
Qin Shou'an was already on guard against being snatched away by her. He held the album in one hand and Fang Zhimei's two small hands in the other.
He didn't use much force, but Fang Zhimei couldn't break free, so she pulled his fingers hard, but somehow, the three hands gradually became twisted together.
Fang Zhimei groaned breathlessly: This man is so strong, she can't get away.
"I'm not blind. I can't tell the difference between you and me?" Qin Shou'an thought for a moment and understood:
"By the way, you are showing it to your sister-in-law and your brother. Naturally, you have to use a better example. You and I look like a handsome and talented woman. She is very perfect and beautiful. It makes people happy when they see it, and it can also infect them. In the hearts of husband and wife, we should find the true intention of loving each other as before.”
