There are not many places in the yard that need hot water. Even in the cold spring, they would not ask the maid to boil hot water and send it in.
Uncle Rong thought of the silence in the yard and wondered if Sister Feng was really washing her hands and waiting for her to pass.
It's possible, quite possible.
You could have agreed yesterday to wait for me to come over today.
Look at her charming look yesterday, how could she not be ready in the evening after a day?
If you don't say much, you will dress up carefully.
Uncle Rong groaned twice in his heart.
Tiptoeing towards the room, Uncle Rong glanced in along the crack of the ajar door. The view was unreal, and no one could be seen. All he saw was a large wooden barrel half as tall as a man, with white mist of steaming water rising above it.
He didn't see the picture he wanted to see.
There was no one in the water, no shadow in the bucket. It was silent, not a sound could be heard.
What is this girl Wang Xifeng doing? The hot water is ready, but if you don't take the time to take a shower, the water will be cold by then.
Do you know how laborious it is to boil a pot of hot water in this day and age? Is it worth the price of firewood? Now that there is a pox epidemic outside, the prices of firewood and water have increased. This girl is not in charge of Dongfu, why is she so messed up?
Uncle Rong was scolding in his heart, feeling aggrieved because he couldn't see the scene he wanted to see.
Pushing the door gently, it was not bolted, and a gap suddenly opened. Uncle Rong became playful, tiptoed across the threshold, and carefully stepped into the door.
Like the little thief who steals fragrance, or the big thief who picks flowers.
"It's strange, is there no one in the room? What did Sister Feng do, leaving only a large bucket of hot water in the room?" Uncle Rong looked around, quietly holding the butterfly table in his hand and "Picture of the Butterfly Table" Place it on the table and tiptoe towards the big wooden barrel for bathing.
Go around to the bedroom again.
Um? There was no one in the room inside. Could this girl have disappeared out of thin air?
Uncle Rong walked around the big wooden barrel. When he was wondering, someone walked in outside. He was so frightened that he immediately lifted the curtain and slipped into the bedroom inside.
"Which ignorant little maid is here?" Wang Xifeng's voice came from the door.
"It's time for the uncle to be back." Lin Hongyu walked into the room and saw the things on the table at a glance. "Grandma, look, there are things on the table, they should belong to the uncle."
"A few worthless broken wooden boards." Wang Xifeng sneered, showing no interest. However, when Xiaohong mentioned that Brother Rong was here, she couldn't help but smile with joy on her face.
This bastard didn't forget the agreement between the two of them.
Second Mistress ordered: "Go outside and ask where the uncle is."
Lin Hongyu checked that there was no one in the room, but looked at the curtain that separated the inner room. He replied with a smile: "I will go outside to find our Uncle Rong."
Brother Rong listened to the voices of the two talking and carefully looked out from the gap in the curtain. He was looking at a person who was dressed exquisitely and carrying silk in his hand as he walked towards the inner room.
He immediately hid behind the curtain, planning to scare her.
As he listened to the footsteps getting closer, Uncle Rong became more and more excited and nervous. He clenched his fists, ready to strike at any time. In the quiet world, it seems that only the shallow footsteps and rustling sounds can be heard outside.
His heart was racing.
Closer, closer.
"Hey……"
"Yeah!" Uncle Rong was startled. He only heard the voice of Yaksha first, and then looked at a head coming out from behind the curtain, looking straight at him.
If not Wang Xifeng, who else could this girl be?
This girl was still snickering.
"Since you were young, in which hide-and-seek times have you been able to escape my eyes?" Wang Xifeng smiled proudly. Just like a teenage girl, without any grandma's style. She smiled and said: "You are so old, and you still play children's games with me."
Brother Rong only felt his heart beating wildly. Looking at Wang Xifeng's face, I couldn't look away.
I have seen this face thousands of times. The slender eyelids and phoenix eyes that are hooked in and out are still shrewd, and the slender willow-leaf eyebrows hide a hint of competence and meanness.
With such a face, he felt unusually gentle and charming at this moment.
The smile on Wang Xifeng's face was innocent, not fake or perverse. A smile that comes from the heart is a smile that touches the hearts of others.
"Come out quickly." Sister Feng said with a smile.
Brother Rong chuckled awkwardly, and when he walked out of the inner room, he saw that Wang Xifeng was different from usual.
Although Sister Feng is usually dressed up and dressed up, today she is even more luxurious and gorgeous.
She wears a gold silk eight-treasure bun with beads on her head, orange-bottomed red beads on her forehead, and a hairpin with beads hanging from the Five Phoenixes of Chaoyang. Wearing a red gold necklace on the neck, a pea green palace ribbon on the skirt, a double-balanced rose pendant, a narrow gold satin jacket with hundreds of butterflies and flowers, a multicolored carved stone green and silver rat jacket, and emerald sprinkles underneath. Floral crepe skirt.
The whole body is golden and brilliant, full of jewels.
What is particularly eye-catching is the carefully chosen forehead wiping, with a narrow orange band covering half of the forehead. The combination of dark and swarthy hair, combined with pink and glossy makeup, makes Sister Feng's facial features even more pleasing to the eye. She really looks like a seventeen or eighteen year old girl.
It's really 'covering the forehead but not the face, looking fashionable and youthful'.
The reddish-colored gemstones on her forehead added to her brilliance. With the gold silk bead bun, bead hairpin, and golden embroidery all over the body, no man can look away.
Wang Xifeng's beauty is exquisite and noble, but also cheerful and capable.
It's beautiful, but it's not suitable for wearing in this weather. Uncle Rong said very puzzledly: "Why do you change your clothes like this? If you don't wear a cloak or a leather skirt, you won't be afraid of freezing in the cold weather."
Wang Xifeng scratched his eyes and said: "It's a chinchilla cloak and a crepe ermine skirt. You can't move even if you wear it, and it looks old-fashioned."
"What does a grandmother have to do at home? It's her body that matters."
"It doesn't matter where you are, I like to wear it like this." Sister Feng snorted arrogantly, took Brother Rong's hand and walked out together, smiling and saying: "Didn't you always say that I lay there motionless, like a piece of wood? . Today I am here to serve our uncle, and even the hot water has been prepared by the maids."
It was several years ago that I didn't move. Uncle Rong glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. Later, after several personal lessons, this girl was always reserved, but she also had many famous scenes.
Brother Rong was a little flattered. Especially when he saw the butterfly table on the table, he remembered that in addition to keeping the appointment, he also had to find Sister Feng to settle the previous general ledger.
There is fraud in it.
"Why is our grandma so kind today?"
Wang Xifeng opened her eyes, stared at him, and asked angrily: "You don't want to?"
Um...this girl's true nature is revealed. If you want to say you don't want to, then...
"Yes. I'm extremely happy." Uncle Rong said with an uneasy mood.
After hearing this, Wang Xifeng's expression softened again, even with a touch of coquettishness. "Feng'er, let me change my clothes."
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This chapter is a bit short. I will add a chapter with more words tonight.
