She got out of the bed happily and happily. Looking at Shen Yixiu who was still sleeping deeply, Feng Ziying had to praise this beautiful era. In some aspects, it was so happy (sexually blessed).
A sensible and virtuous wife, a gentle and affectionate concubine, a pretty maid at your disposal, and even a long-awaited lover, everything is so upright and natural. Tell me, would it have been possible in that era?
Feng Ziying walked to the door in her underwear. Qingwen's cheeks turned red when she heard footsteps at the door, but there was a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. It was obvious that this noon listening session made the girl a little dissatisfied.
But Feng Ziying didn't care. It was no longer just a matter of two days. The personal maid who was on duty at night always had a bed in the outer room, and there was only a curtain between the inside and outside. What could be done?
Besides, when the master gets up afterwards, you, the maid, have to come and bring water and handkerchief to help scrub and clean up. What is there to be shy about in this situation?
But I just felt that it was broad daylight, so it was okay for the male master to do this kind of thing with his concubine or his maid. How could he do this kind of thing with his mistress? I just felt that this situation was inappropriate.
"Master, are you up?"
"Well, please dress me, and Wan Jun will let her sleep a little longer."
Feng Ziying was sitting outside. The heat brought by the burning earth dragon made the temperature in the room a bit high. She had to sweat a lot even if she wore thicker clothes. Even if she only wore underwear, she didn't feel cold at all, but it was difficult to go out. Son, if the temperature difference is too big, you are most likely to get sick, so you have to adapt to the outside door after dressing.
Qingwen pouted and took Feng Ziying's clothes and put them on carefully.
Although they are Shen Yixiu's personal maids, there is actually not much division of labor between Qingwen and Yun Shang. As long as Feng Ziying lives here and does not go to the Youshi sisters in Dongkuaoyuan, these two girls will take turns to wait on her.
After serving Feng Ziying to dress, Qingwen was still a little unhappy, but Feng Ziying was a little funny.
This girl has a temper that cannot be rubbed out of her eyes. In her opinion, it is inappropriate to have sex with her mistress during the lunch break. Even if she is powerless to stop it, she still has to show her attitude.
"Okay, if I indulge once in a while, please stop being here and showing off. Besides, what's the point of a couple's moral integrity?"
Feng Ziying couldn't help but pinch Qingwen's pink cheeks, which made Qingwen even more annoyed.
"What are you saying? Grandma, how can you be like this? There are no rules. If you really think about it, just go to the courtyard of the two aunts. If it doesn't work, you can also go there. , Aren’t Jin Chuaner and Xiang Ling always looking forward to having me come there more often?”
"Hey, are you really here to fight for your grandma?" Feng Ziying laughed, "Well, is it wrong for me to like your grandma? You are in your own house with no outsiders, so why are you so rebellious? Hmm. , that’s fine, you will be here to take care of me at noon tomorrow,…”
"Ah!" Qingwen was startled and jumped away suddenly, her face flushed red, "How can that be done?"
"Hey, what's wrong with that?" Feng Ziying half-smiled, "Do you still plan to go out, or have a boy in the house?"
Qingwen knew that Feng Ziying was joking intentionally, and stared at Feng Ziying angrily, "I don't need to provoke my slave. Although I am a little girl, I will not change what I have said, but..."
"Just what?" Feng Ziying stared at him funnyly and asked.
"It's just..." Qingwen was flustered by Feng Ziying's questioning. She stamped her feet bitterly and turned her face away, "Sir, you are already the editor of the Hanlin Academy, why are you so impatient? Wait? This slave will be yours sooner or later, so why do you have to do this to displease grandma?"
Feng Ziying nodded secretly in her heart, this girl did not deserve Shen Yixiu's treatment of her.
So he put away his playful smile and grabbed Qingwen's waist. Qingwen was so panicked that she couldn't help but struggle. However, she saw Feng Ziying's face was serious, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry. Then she calmed down and took a look. Feng Ziying lowered her head and remained silent.
"Qingwen, I also like you. Even if you are such a kind and understanding person, your grandma loves you in vain." Feng Ziying raised Qingwen's chin with her hand and looked into each other's eyes, "I am not what you imagined. That kind of person, even though they like someone, they are not afraid to express it."
Qingwen's cheeks were like fire, but her eyes were a little more fiery. She bit her lip for a long time before she said: "This slave is born as a member of the Feng family and dies as a ghost of the Feng family. Naturally, she will never change her heart. It's just that I just got married, so You should pity grandma more..."
Feng Ziying nodded with satisfaction and couldn't help but pinch the other person's buttocks again. Then she turned around and put her hands behind her back, "Well, please wait for your grandma. I know what I know."
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Feng Ziying's performance shocked all the girls who came to Feng's house today. A song called "Bu Shuzi·Yong Mei" made the girls who originally thought that Feng Ziying was not good at poetry all feel more like and admire Feng Ziying.
You must know that the aura and foundation brought by poetry in this era are too strong. Perhaps in the eyes of important officials of the imperial court, poetry can be put aside, but for ordinary people, especially these girls, it is not a big deal. Average.
"I didn't expect that Brother Feng could actually write such a poem. Don't they all say that Brother Feng is not good at poetry? I heard from Brother Huan that Brother Feng rarely talked about poetry when talking to him. In the academy, his classmates also Everyone said that Brother Feng didn’t like this kind of thing, but I didn’t expect that Brother Feng would achieve such a level of accomplishment by improvising casually..."
Tanchun was very emotional when he was in the car, and even more sad when he returned to his home.
"Perhaps Brother Feng has such a temperament. He just doesn't like to mention things that he doesn't like or looks down upon. Of course, if he is forced to do so, he will occasionally show his prowess." Shi Xiangyun also sighed in admiration, " Did Sister Lin ever know that Brother Feng could compose poetry?"
Xue Baochai had already got off the car at the entrance of Lixiangyuan and went home, leaving the five girls back to Rongguo Mansion.
Lin Daiyu hesitated for a moment, then said: "I know that Brother Feng can compose poetry, but Brother Feng basically doesn't mention poetry. I guess he doesn't put his mind on it. Ordinary scholars are good at it. Writing poems is a matter of pride. It is relaxing and leisurely, and it can keep a good reputation. Why not do it? I also asked Brother Feng, but Brother Feng said that reciting poems and composing poems would not make the Mongolians and Jurchens in the border areas no longer stop. Invading us will not allow the fields to grow a few stones of food. What the court needs now is how to solve internal and external troubles, but writing a few poems obviously cannot solve these problems..."
Lin Daiyu's words were quite in line with the tastes of Xiangyun and Tanchun, especially Xiangyun. "Brother Feng is right, what's the point of just reciting poems and composing poems? If it is to cultivate sentiments in leisure time, that's it, but if it is done all day long If you get intoxicated, you may miss the real thing."
"My little sister thinks that Brother Feng is a practical person and doesn't like those empty-headed things. Look at the strategy of opening up the sea that Brother Feng has made and how famous he has become in the capital city. No matter what, At least this is doing something practical,..." Tan Chun also agreed.
"But Sister Lin, you also like to compose poetry. Brother Feng's poem contains the word 'spring' every word. There are only a few lines in the poem, and four of them contain the word spring. Well, that one 'Flying snow welcomes the spring' directly brings the name of the second sister into the poem. Brother Feng's poem is very meaningful. Second sister, don't you think so?"
Shi Xiangyun said carelessly, but he didn't expect how many people these words would touch.
Yingchun's face turned red as she said, "Sister Yun, please don't force your case. Brother Feng just took advantage of the snow scene and saw the new plum blossoms, so he improvised..."
"Second sister, isn't this impromptu work enough to explain something?" Shi Xiangyun became more and more interested, "This means that these words have been stored in the heart for a long time, so when the situation arises, they will blurt out. Girl, do you think so? ?”
"What is it? You just talk nonsense, and you just grab something and think about it. It's just an ordinary poem. How can you think about so much?" Tanchun pretended to be calm, but the charm of this poem was too great. There are so many, why doesn’t she know? But in front of Xiangyun, that is absolutely unacceptable.
"Ordinary poems? Who was saying before that it was rare to find one or two people in the capital city who could write such a good poem about plum blossoms? How come it took so long for it to become an ordinary poem? Tan Girl, you are talking nonsense. These four words of spring are used just right. My little sister has never seen such a beautiful sentence."
Quarreling with Tanchun has always been Shi Xiangyun's favorite game in Rongguo Mansion. As long as Tanchun doesn't interrupt, it would be meaningless to quarrel with an honest person like the second sister.
Being squeezed by Shi Xiangyun, he didn't know how to answer for a while, but Tanchun came to his senses immediately, stabilized his position and counterattacked,
"I said it might be an ordinary poem to Brother Feng, but to outsiders, it's not ordinary." Tan Chun is about to transform into "Keng Chui", "In the future, we can drink and chat more with Brother Feng. If you talk, maybe he can be inspired to write one or two ordinary poems."
Seeing that Tanchun always refused to bring the topic closer to the word "spring", but deliberately pulled it off, Shi Xiangyun became more and more suspicious, but there was nothing she could do now. This was a topic that differed from person to person.
Even Lin Daiyu herself had some doubts, but there was no definite reason.
These four words of spring are indeed used very well. It just so happens that there are four springs in the Jia family, and Lin Daiyu also knows that Tan Chun and Feng Ziying have always had a tacit understanding and an extraordinary relationship. Today, when the sister of the Shen family read that poem , the attitudes and expressions of these three springs were also very subtle, and Feng Ziying had observed them carefully.
