When Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Yang heard this, they exclaimed, "Mrs. Lin, you are too free and easy. You are more romantic than a brothel girl in Qixia Mountain. Why don't you notice it at ordinary times?"
Sima Yunxue suddenly felt hands rubbing her legs under her skirt. Her heart beat so fast that she almost screamed.
Who else but Xie Fu? This bastard hasn't fainted yet. He is so patient. He covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief and coughed a few times to release the shock.
This slight cough was full of displeasure. Mrs. Lin saw that it had an effect and said with a sweet smile: "Not only that, to tell you the truth, I also like Mr. , I will definitely not marry him unless he is."
When something is exaggerated, it becomes a joke.
Moreover, Mrs. Lin's expression, demeanor and tone were very precise. She was self-deprecating and seemed to be teasing someone who was born late.
Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Yang smiled, knowing that Mrs. Lin was very good at such charming words and there would be a follow-up, so they did not talk to her.
Sima Yunxue's thoughts were not on Mrs. Lin's words at the moment. She was hiding and dodging with her feet, and she gave a faint "yes" on her lips.
Mrs. Lin sighed sadly: "It's a pity that it's the setting sun now, and wrinkles appear on my face unknowingly. I don't notice the time. One day I look in the mirror and I'm too lazy to put on powder. No matter how much powder I apply, it can't compare. Thinking of a young lady really makes people miss their girlhood."
Mrs. Lin changed the topic like this, and naturally brought the topic to the ruthless years, which made several ladies feel sympathy.
Mrs. Yang stood up and sang directly: "We renew our marriage in a small boat, and we hide together in the misty water of the river. We are ashamed to see the half-moon in the water. You are a slave and come with a green bun, and we elope with you to the end of the world. The red moon is melting..."
Mrs. Yang's voice blended together, and the music floated around the scenery. Sima Yunxue's heart suddenly trembled, and her heart was touched. She felt envious, and blurted out: "What music... oh."
The willow eyebrows were raised, but the eyes as bright as stars were swaying, as if they had been stirred and muddy, with a bit of hazyness.
However, there was a hand that was dishonestly moving up the ankle. Under the skirt was the forbidden place for women. In addition, the weather was hot, and she only wore a small and short gauze baby. How could she bear this? Tease.
Just stand up, pretend to shake off your clothes, and trample Fu Xie's hands under your feet. If they are exposed on the spot, I will kill them all. What you want to do is absolutely impossible.
Mrs. Lin was very excited when she saw that Mrs. Wang only listened to the first part of the song. She smiled and said, "This song is very famous. Hasn't Mrs. Wang heard it?"
Sima Yunxue sat down again and responded: "No, what's your name?"
Mrs. Zhao chatted: "This piece of music is called "Three Kowtows with Flowers and Candles in the Wedding Room"
As he spoke, he took over Mrs. Yang's melody and started singing: "The wind and snow covered the sky, covering the moonlight, the two candles on the ceremony table illuminated the hall, the boatman's daughter entered the bridal chamber with tears in her eyes, poured a cup to thank heaven and earth, and I can share the same fate with you..."
The style of the song suddenly changed, from extremely sweet to extremely sad.
Although Mrs. Zhao is not a famous actress, she is very familiar with this song. It seems that she has sung it many times.
Mrs. Lin responded unexpectedly: "I look forward to being buried together. Madam, there is no need to panic. A new house will be built on Huangquan Road, and the Naihe Bridge will continue to connect with Luoshui..."
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The three ladies sang the last line in unison: "I was drunk with you and poured flowers on the candlestick."
This piece is full of beautiful art and contains human joy and sorrow, which is most suitable for these ladies to moan without any illness.
Sima Yunxue's eyes were slightly moist after listening to it, and she felt empathy physically and mentally. This piece of music was as if it was tailor-made for her. I am willing to die calmly, but it is a pity that you can't accompany me on the road to death.
Mrs. Lin saw that Mrs. Wang's brows were filled with sadness and she had not yet recovered from the music, so she asked softly: "Mrs. Wang, is this music still beautiful?"
Sima Yunxue said calmly: "The music is sad and the lyrics are beautiful, which makes people envious." This was her true words, and she was very envious.
Mrs. Lin knew that the heat was almost done, so she smiled and said, "Mrs. Wang, does she know who composed this song?"
"Who..." Sima Yunxue suddenly stopped mid-sentence. It couldn't be him!
"The composer of this piece is Li Shaodian, a seven-star talent from Yangzhou."
Sima Yunxue heard that there was another person, and said: "The person who can compose this song is a sentimental and infatuated person."
Mrs. Zhao said lightly: "Mrs. Wang, Li Shaodian is Mr. Xie."
After Sima Yunxue was surprised, she took it for granted. She had spent some time with Xie Fu and knew that Xie Fu was a very talented person, so her hands that were crushing under her feet relaxed a little.
Mrs. Lin rolled up her sleeves, revealing the seven-star plum blossom mark on her plump and snow-white forearm, and chuckled: "Li Shaodian is not only the dream lover of me, Li Meilin. If you hold me in your arms, you will make a profit. If you hadn't suddenly appeared, Mrs. Wang." , I would hold her in my arms and cherish her."
Mrs. Lin's image at this moment is both dignified and generous as a lady, but also fun and playful.
Also, the bolder the words, the more the questions are understated.
Having said that, Sima Yunxue also borrowed the donkey from the slope and said with a smile: "So you are all Li Shaodian's admirers." Speaking of admiration, she also admired Mr. Jiao's flute. And nothing.
Mrs. Lin chuckled: "Anyway, I am, so I don't know if others are?" She looked at Mrs. Zhao meaningfully.
Mrs. Zhao, who had always been dignified and graceful, was pushed to the table by Mrs. Lin at this moment. She gave Mrs. Lin an annoyed look and gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing the seven-star plum blossom mark on her arm.
Sima Yunxue smiled bitterly in her heart, even others love her generously, but I have a hard time saying anything.
His brow furrowed suddenly, and then curved more and more suddenly, twisting into a wave shape, as if he was enduring something.
Come again!
The ankle position is light and soft, and you can feel the love you can't put down.
I want to trample this random hand to death, but I don't want to.
That’s it…that’s it…
But my heart is willing to give up, but my body is not willing to give up.
Sima Yunxue almost hummed. She quickly drank a sip of tea, wiped her mouth with the silk handkerchief, and bit the silk handkerchief hard with her teeth concealed.
This misunderstanding was completely resolved. Mrs. Lin smiled and said: "Mrs. Wang, this is my eldest daughter, Lin Gangling."
"Gang Ling, come here, I've met Mrs. Wang."
Lin Gangling looked gentle and polite, and saluted: "Gangling pays homage to Mrs. Wang."
Sima Yunxue hummed, and said lazily and arrogantly: "Show less courtesy."
Mrs. Lin secretly thought to herself that her eldest daughter, no matter her appearance, temperament and talent, could not help but compliment anyone who saw her, but Mrs. Wang was careless and seemed to have no intention of paying attention. It seems I like a good reminder.
But how could she know that Sima Yunxue was not paying attention unintentionally, but was dealing with the thieves' hands physically and mentally, and her heart was in a state of confusion, worrying that if the thieves' hands went up, she would not be able to stop. Fortunately, with these thieves' hands, thieves are thieves. , not too much of a thief, I just love her pair of smooth crescent moons.
Mrs. Lin smiled and said: "Gang Ling has a quiet temperament and loves nothing else but holding a book. By the way, I heard that Wang Yunzhi, the prince, also has a calm and quiet temperament and especially likes reading."
Sima Yunxue took the opportunity to give a gentle forehead and calm down. Her impression of Yunzhi was when she was a child. She didn't have a deep impression of what he was like now.
A few days ago, Wang Zuoda passed away, and Yun Zhi came to pay his respects. He was already a handsome, well-mannered nobleman.
He smiled and said, "What impressed me most was that Yun Zhi liked to follow Wan Zhi when she was a child. She was obviously a bit timid, but also a bit unwilling to admit defeat."
Wang Yunzhi and Wang Wanyi were about a year and a half old, and they liked to follow their cousin. Every time they came back, the two children were in a mess, so Sima Yunxue would wash them together for Yun Zhi. Sometimes, the two children would play all night If it gets too late, I might as well spend the night at her place.
Mrs. Lin smiled and said: "Mrs. Wang, if you let Yunzhi and Gang Ling meet, maybe the two people who love reading can have a lot to talk about."
When Mrs. Yang heard this, she thought to herself, Mrs. Yang, it turns out that you were just borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha and promote your daughter's idea. I'm so sorry.
Sima Yunxue knew it well and said calmly: "I can't make up my mind about this. You can tell Yunzhi in person, or say hello to my second uncle."
Mrs. Lin smiled and said: "Prince Wang is so busy every day that he has no time to care about such trivial matters. This prince stays in the study room of the palace every day. Where can someone catch him? I will ask you, Mrs. Wang, my aunt to pass the message on my behalf." , say hello to the prince."
Sima Yunxue bit her lip slightly and lowered her head, "Thief, don't go too far. No matter what, my feet are not strings."
Seeing that Mrs. Wang didn't respond, Mrs. Lin smiled and said, "As far as I know, Mr. Wang has special respect for your aunt."
Sima Yunxue responded: "Okay, I'll just tell Yun Zhi." She didn't want to ink any more.
Mrs. Lin said happily: "Mrs. Wang, thank you very much."
At this time, Mrs. Yang said, "Yueyi also likes reading, how about having a few companions?"
Mrs. Zhao gently held her forehead, knowing that Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Yang were about to start fighting openly and secretly again.
Mrs. Lin was thinking about blocking out Mrs. Yang's words, but she didn't expect Mrs. Wang to respond readily: "Okay."
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Xie Fu was in a daze as if he was in a dream. He only felt that the surroundings were filled with the body fragrance of a gentle woman. It was so refreshing that it made his heart skip a beat and he almost felt faint.
This feeling is so hazy, just like a young man's first heartbeat.
That day, he met a beautiful woman on the street, and his heart suddenly became excited, and he just looked at her dreamily.
The word "woman" suddenly became clear and special in my heart.
Her figure is so light and graceful, her face is particularly elegant and noble, her black hair is so shiny and smooth, and even her temples rippling in the wind are so erratic...
Xie Fu didn't know which girl she was from, but he just stayed on the road she must pass every day, looking at her exquisite and graceful figure.
Look at her gentle and elegant look, look at her frown, look at her red lips slightly curled up, then smile.
Looking at him, he longed to be close and to be cared for and loved.
He even had evil thoughts and got into her skirt and clothes.
He didn't know if this was considered lustful, he just longed to see the invisible things, what kind of beauty was under the clothes, and what kind of moving look it looked like without clothes.
Let this beautiful and hazy imagination have a clear imprint.
Sometimes if you can't meet her, you will feel melancholy all day long.
Finally one day, he plucked up the courage to walk towards her. With his ears and cheeks flushed and his heartbeat pounding, he passed by her silently, leaving only a gentle fragrance.
It is this gentle smell now that makes people happy, satisfied and intoxicated.
That was his first love, his secret love, a beautiful woman whose name he didn't even know.
Later, the woman no longer appeared, and Xie Fu gradually forgot his first heartbeat.
He kissed it with satisfaction, it was as soft and smooth as imagined, with a hint of warmth, and then he was drunk by the gentle fragrance...
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