The aunt and sister-in-law approached the pond and wanted to enjoy it. Suddenly, Yuhuan screamed that there was a snake. Then he hugged Mrs. Zhang. How brave was Mr. Zhang to ask where the snake was? As expected, there was a big sleeping snake coiled on a huge lotus leaf on Yuhuan's finger. Mrs. Zhang pushed away the jade ring, picked up a stone, aimed at the snake and threw it with all her strength. The stone hit the lotus root pond with all her strength, but it hit the lotus root pond and splashed water.
There was a black-tipped snake that had shed its skin. It was attacked. It raised its flat head as big as a lunch box and curled up its cold black body with scales and slithered straight towards the grass on the bank of the pond. This frightened Mrs. Zhang. She turned around, took Yuhuan's hand, and ran back to the road desperately, knocking off the stem of a rose that had just bloomed on the roadside.
Seeing that they were scared away, Zhang Dahong spat contemptuously, then narrowed his eyes and smiled strangely.
At the beginning of the third watch, Zhang Dahong saw that the lights in the last bedroom where the members lived were extinguished. He felt secretly happy and his heart beat like a wild wind. Since the main door was already closed, he walked around to an ear door on the outer wall of the garden behind the house. After entering the garden, he flashed into the corridor like a ghost. He smelled the heavy snoring, then boldly stepped on the steps and walked towards the door of the boudoir. "Dede, dede", he knocked three times, but there was no response from the room. The door was closed tightly, and it was impossible to put his finger on the door latch.
"Miss," he didn't dare to speak louder, and he couldn't speak too softly. He called her several times in succession, but there was still no reply. He opened his palm and slapped the door twice, causing the door to make a "explosion" sound.
who? There was a sound in the boudoir, and I could tell it was Yuhuan asking.
It's me, please keep your voice down, miss. Zhang Dahong lowered his voice and answered with a southern accent.
Which one are you? Yuhuan asked inside
It's the young man downstairs who studies the Five Classics and Four Books with your brother R. Zhang Dahong's voice became softer again. Because he admired the lady's virtuous and beautiful appearance, Te Yinye took the liberty to kowtow in the hope that the lady would condescend to meet her.
From the moment Wang Yuhuan spied on Yang Chunlong through the corridor while going to enjoy flowers during the day, his heart was secretly shaken. She was sleeping lightly on the bed when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She thought it was a maid at first, but after listening carefully, she didn't think it was the same. This frightened her. Then she heard that it was the young master in the study downstairs, and she immediately replied happily, "Young Master thinks highly of me." The slave family is deeply honored.
She turned on the lamp and was choosing her clothes. There was a small voice outside the door, "Miss, don't turn on the lamp. If someone gets up to relieve themselves and sees him, how can Xiaosheng avoid it?"
Young Master, wait a moment. Seeing that what he said was reasonable, Yuhuan only wore a pair of trousers and blew out the lamp in one breath. He was about to open the door, but hesitated again. How could I invite him in in the dark? Is it a scandal? It seems that the door cannot be opened. So she grabbed the door bolt and said, "Sir, if you have anything to say, you can talk to me in detail through the door. It's too late at night and it's not appropriate to open the door, for fear of people gossiping."
Unexpectedly, Yuhuan changed her mind immediately. Zhang Dahong, who was pretending to be a young master, felt as if he had been showered with cold water. He felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't push the door and window violently, but he couldn't force her to open them either. He finally waited until late at night and came to the boudoir upstairs. At the door, he was only one step away from having fragrant skin and fragrant skin, and yet he was told to go back. How could he be willing to do so?
In the midst of the crisis, some answers came to me. Xiaosheng's eagerness to see me cannot be expressed in words. If the lady is not suspicious, open the door and wait for a while. If there is any movement, Xiaosheng should retreat. If there is no movement, I don't think there is any need to be too cautious. Yuhuan was moved by what he said. She thought it was reasonable and put her worries aside, so she gently pulled the door latch.
When the fake boy heard the door latch being moved, he immediately pushed open the door and crossed the threshold. Yuhuan thought it was the young master she saw during the day, and was very happy. She asked him to hug her waist, and she was so docile that she didn't move. The fake boy made her face and lips look frivolous. After closing the door tightly, he immediately took off his clothes and loosened his shoes, joined her hand in hand and entered the tent. Exactly: The crow cleverly takes the phoenix nest and mixes the fake with the real to make a coquettish show.
I was so ecstatic that I heard the cock crow twice. Yuhuan suddenly said, "Master, it's getting late." The fake young man got out of bed, touched his clothes, and said, "Miss, see you tomorrow night."
In the next few nights, how did the lady find out? They treat each other with affection and affection, and are extremely intimate. Zhang Dahongduo walked from the back garden to the embroidery building through the corridor. Over time, a patch of flowers he stepped on turned into a white ribbon-like road. However, the attentive Zhang discovered it when he entered the garden to enjoy the flowers. He only suspected that Chunlong and Yuhuan were dating at night. Stepped out. So, Mrs. Zhang wanted to catch the young master and take the stolen goods certificate, and see where Yuhuan's face would be.
It is the third autumn, the grass and trees in the lotus root pond in the garden are withered, and the fragrance of red lotus is lingering. However, there are clusters of osmanthus and jasmine floating in the air, clusters of golden chrysanthemums compete with each other, the murmuring purple swallow sings a mournful song to say goodbye, and the fluttering colorful butterflies hug a stalk to watch the autumn colors.
When Mrs. Zhang went to the embroidery building, Yuhuan asked her to sit down. She smiled and said, "Why should I be so polite, little sister?" I'm content with just coming up and taking a spin. I walked to the window again, opened the curtains, looked out the window, and sighed spontaneously, oh, it's so interesting, the scenery is quite beautiful standing here, little sister, come and take a look, the outside is very open.
Yuhuan saw that she looked wrong and said some words that she didn't mean. She was secretly panicking, fearing that Mrs. Zhang would see through the matter and deliberately find trouble to test her. But he wanted to see how she would test it, so he walked to the window and said, "My sister said that the scenery upstairs is beautiful. You are welcome to come and enjoy it, so that my little sister can dispel the loneliness in her boudoir."
Am I really welcome? look. She pointed to a newly paved path in the garden outside the window and wanted to tell her what happened, but she felt that it was not evidence of stolen goods. Yuhuan would blame her for tainting her innocence, and her mother-in-law would not be able to step down even more knowing that. She suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the village on the other side of the field, saying that the house was an oil shop. Now that it was autumn, the oil pressing room had stopped pressing. When I smelled the fragrance of flowers just now, I thought of the oil fragrance in the oil shop's pressing room. Little sister, I like this embroidered building so much. It has beautiful lakes and mountains during the day and endless wind and moon at night. It’s really fun.
When Yuhuan saw this, she actually called herself wonderful, and her eyes kept looking out. Suddenly he asked in surprise, the last time we went to the garden we didn't see that road, why is there a road now? Who didn't pay attention and trampled all the rose flowers?
Mrs. Zhang secretly thought: Could it be that the road was not trodden by the young master? If so, how could the young lady not know the truth? Is she pretending to be afraid that things will be revealed? So I changed the subject. In autumn, the flowers and leaves of the vegetation fade, regardless of whether they are in the road or not. My little sister said that I’m welcome to come and play more. Can I sleep in a different bed with you tonight?
It's just that my little sister is used to sleeping in the embroidered building, so she might not be able to sleep well downstairs. Yuhuan felt a little flustered when she thought of the young master coming over every night and having sex with her, but she pretended to be calm and said.
Can't you sleep well after just one night? Mrs. Zhang looked at her face, which turned from red to blue and then from green to red, and said in her heart: Humph, it seems that she must be related to the young master. Needless to say, the path in the garden must have been stepped on by the young master. Yuhuan was nervous, and Mrs. Zhang came to test her. If she agreed, she was afraid that the young master would be in trouble if he came at night. If he didn't agree, she would be even more suspicious. When Yuhuan was at a loss for words, she came up with the idea of resisting and said, "Don't blame me if my sister doesn't sleep well."
Don't worry, why can't you sleep well? If you get dirty by sleeping in my room, my sister is willing to be a slave tomorrow and burn a basin of warm water for you to bathe in. Mr. Zhang has a smile on his face and speaks harshly without showing any trace of it.
Yuhuan felt unhappy at being ridiculed and hoped that she would leave quickly so that she could send a message to the young master. Seeing that Yuhuan was not amused, Mrs. Zhang went downstairs.
