National Beauty

Liang Shao smiled bitterly, really, the sky is not as good as the people.

He wanted to marry a girl from the Guo family. When he found that the third girl, Yunfang, fell in love with him almost at first sight, without him having to spend more time, Liang Shao devoted all his energy to reading, not only to be more sure of the next spring, but also In order to win the appreciation of Mrs. Tai and the grandfather of the country, but he boasted that he was confident, Yunfang's marriage was settled without warning.

The man's father is a servant-lady. He is a commoner child, and he can't compare with him. Even if Yunfang's heart is still on his side, the three-bedroom couple will not allow it. The three-girl road is completely unworkable. Liang Shao leaned back on the chair and cast his eyes out of the window. The road was blocked, so he had to retreat to the next best place, the four girls, Jianing...

A charming face appeared in his mind, and Liang Shao suddenly felt that marrying Song Jianing was not difficult to accept. Guo Boyan is in his prime of life, and Song Jianing's wife is very popular. As long as he makes full use of Guo Boyan's ten years of power, when Guo Boyan is old and resigns, he can already establish himself in officialdom.

With a new goal, Liang Shao instructed his little servant to secretly pay attention to the movement of the four girls. This is the only girl in the Guo family who has not been married. In order to ensure that there is nothing wrong, he can no longer be like Yunfang as if he is just like Yunfang. Song Jianing can't do without him.

But Song Jianing hadn't stepped out of Linyun Hall for a month.

The marriage between her and Lu Zhen was arranged by Guo Boyan. Almost all the people in Beijing believed that the marriage failed because Lu Zhen was too stupid. The Guo family did not look down on him, but Song Jianing knew the truth, and even the favored maidservant and servants of the Guo family knew the truth. Song Jianing didn't want to go out anymore, for fear of seeing others sympathetic or mocking eyes, and fear of hearing gossip.

She wanted to stay in her own small courtyard and sew some small clothes for her younger brother. When she was tired from sewing, she would look at the flowers and plants. The roots of her ears were clean. At most, she would go to Huanyueju to talk to her mother and coax her younger brother, Mrs. Lien, and stepfather. Song Jianing didn't listen to her personally. She understands the truth, but she just can't make that step.

In fact, Song Jianing was very wronged. If she knew what was wrong with her, she could correct it, but she really didn't know. As for her dignified appearance or her protagonist identity, she can do nothing.

"Sister, yellow persimmon!" Brother Mao'er came back from playing around. He couldn't tell. Brother Shang helped to explain: "Sister Si, the persimmons at Wang Ye's house are yellow again, especially big."

Song Jianing was disappointed. A few days ago, Guo Xiao gave a basket of persimmons, but she didn't eat any of them, and now she is not interested in the persimmons from the Palace of Shouwang. Three meals a day should be used or used, but it doesn't seem to be so fragrant. Madam Tai said that she has lost weight. Song Jianing looked in the mirror by herself, but she could still pinch out the meat with ease on her face.

"If you want to eat persimmons and ask your mother, don't worry about the palace." Song Jianing taught his brother seriously.

Brother Mao blinked and dragged Brother Shang away, to find his mother for persimmons.

Song Jianing sat on the warm couch and continued to embroider the outer robe for her younger brother. Just after sewing a cuff, Song Jianing hurriedly put down her needle and thread and put on her shoes to the ground after listening to the maid outside calling "Second Girl". Opening the curtains, the second elder sister Lan Fang has already come to the front. The fifteen-year-old girl wears a snow-blue jacket, beautiful as orchid.

"Second sister." Song Jianing said with a smile.

Lan Fang held her hand and asked affectionately as he walked in, "What do you do? Grandma misses you, and you don't want her talking about you all the time. Grandma sent me to be a lobbyist."

A trace of guilt surged in Song Jianing's heart, but, at Anguo Temple, those who witnessed Lu Zhen begging to marry the third sister were all the maids beside her grandmother. Song Jianing really didn't want to go there.

Of course, Lan Fang knows the heart knot of the four younger sisters. Let's expose this topic for the time being. He picked up Song Jianing's half-stitched male baby's clothes and said sincerely, "My sister's needlework is getting better and better. We are really blessed by Brother Mao."

Song Jianing looked at her younger brother's clothes and smiled softly. She didn't know much about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, except for needlework. Before entering Beijing, the old lady next to the Song family was good at Su embroidery. Song Jianing and a few sisters on the same street liked to go to the old lady next door to play when they were fine. The old lady was very rare with them and taught them needlework. Song Jianing learns the fastest . After entering Beijing in this life, her mother saw that she had some talent in Su embroidery, so she specially asked a Su embroidery lady in the embroidery room of the Guogong Mansion to teach her stitches.

Talking about needlework, Lan Fang finally turned to the topic, and took Song Jianing’s little hand and said with emotion: "Four sisters, I will be married next year. You may not feel anything. In my opinion, life really flies very fast. I used to I always dislike my second and third elder brothers, and now I am particularly reluctant to let them go. Sometimes when I think of getting married, I secretly shed tears."

Song Jianing understood that before sister Ting Fang got married, she had experienced the feeling of separation between sisters.

Lan Fang looked at her, hesitated for a moment and said: "I heard my grandmother say that your third sister's wedding date is set for August next year."

Song Jianing lowered his eyes.

Lan Fang sighed, "We are all sisters. What can we do between the sisters? What's more, the Lu family’s thing is all to blame for Mr. Lu's confusion. Isn’t your third sister right? The fourth sister listened to me and talked to me. Let’s go and say joy in person. If the eldest sister is at home, she will definitely say the same. When our sisters are in harmony, grandmother is happy, right?"

Song Jianing nodded slightly. She just didn't want to go out, and didn't mean to blame the third sister. For such a big matter, she really should go to Daxi.

My sister heard it, Lan Fang was overjoyed and smiled: "Then let's go now."

Song Jianing simply tidied up, and after the marriage went bad, he stepped out of Linyun Hall for the first time.

I met a few maids on the road, all bowed their heads and bowed their bows, and when they arrived at the third room, the two sisters first went to greet the third wife. The third wife was busy checking the accounts and learned that the nieces were here to congratulate her. Her chest was blocked, but it was an elder. The third wife was still smiling and asked the nieces to find their daughters.

After seeing Yunfang again a month later, Song Jianing was taken aback, and Yunfang was noticeably thinner!

Song Jianing was surprised, and then remembered, Shuang'er seemed to say that Madam Madam sent Madam Cen to the third room, as if to teach Yunfang the rules again. Yunfang usually dislikes quietness the most. Could it be that she was "tortured" by Mother Cen during this month of life and lost weight?

"What are you two doing here?" Yunfang happened to be in the moonlight, and her abdominal pain was unbearable. She was lying on the bed, her face pale.

Song Jianing didn't answer. Lan Fang smiled and sat on the side of the bed, jokingly: "You have decided to kiss, and I will congratulate you with my fourth sister."

Yun Fang was angry when she mentioned this marriage. She wanted to marry Lu Zhen. Before she could persuade her mother to agree, the cold-faced uncle strongly became the master for her and asked her to marry Huang Zhensheng. She saw Huang Zhensheng on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last. At that time, she and Huang Zhensheng’s rogue brother fancy the same rabbit lamp. She saw it first, but the Huang brothers rushed to the lamp shop before she took the lamp. She wanted to spend it. After buying two shares of money, Huang Zhensheng, a big man who refused to change, was **** off at her.

"Nothing to please." Yun Fang said with a sullen face, and sat up while talking, leaning his back against the head of the bed.

Lan Fang got closer to her, knew that old thing, and deliberately guessed it better, saying that Young Master Huang fell in love with her at first sight.

Yun Fang didn't believe it. Song Jianing listened and believed, and then became more and more sour in her heart. Why didn't a decent son fall in love with her at first sight?

Song Jianing secretly looked at Yunfang. Sister Yunfang is so attractive, there must be something special about her. Well, sister Yunfang is very beautiful, but she is also beautiful, which shouldn't be the case. Song Jianing's gaze continued to move down Yunfang's neck. Because Yunfang was only wearing a shirt, Song Jianing quickly noticed that Yunfang's chest... was flat, almost invisible.

Song Jianing opened her mouth slightly, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind, Da Zhou women regard thinness as beauty. Is thinness not only refers to the face, arms and waist, but also the pair of breasts? If so, he quietly glanced at his clothes, Song Jianing finally did not feel wronged, she is so fat, it is strange that Lu Zhen likes her.

Back to Linyuntang, Song Jianing thought about it again. When the aunt and cousin of the previous life mocked her for being seductive, she looked at her face and her breasts. Wouldn't it be that if her **** were flatter, her flattery would be cut by half?

This thought made Song Jianing see hope. She looked exactly like her mother. Apart from the nuances on her face, the biggest difference between mother and daughter was her figure. The mother is slender and slender, her chest is round and bulging, she can't shrink back, her chest...

Song Jianing immediately thought of the story of Mulan joining the army. The script said that Mulan wrapped her chest with a white cloth to conceal the difference between a woman and a man. Then she could do the same!

Song Jianing was very happy, and immediately ordered Shuang'er to prepare gauze.

Shuang'er went away puzzled, and soon brought a handkerchief-sized piece of white gauze. Song Jianing couldn't laugh or cry, called Shuang'er to his side and explained in a low voice. Shuang'er listened, and involuntarily glanced at his girl's two big peach-like skirts, and questioned worriedly: "Will it be uncomfortable?"

"No matter, try first." Song Jianing was excited, not wanting so much.

Shuang'er had no choice but to turn over a piece of white yarn and cut out a long one with scissors, which might wrap the girl around four or five times. The master and servant were busy working in the boudoir for a long while, constantly adjusting the length of the white yarn and the strength of the binding, and finally accompanied Song Jianing with a soft snoring, and finally wrapped the pair of seductive "peaches" into two flat buns.

"Girl, is it uncomfortable?" Shuang'er asked worriedly.

Song Jianing shook her head against her will, tried to walk around, only took a dozen steps, she couldn't stand it, and she was about to suffocate, so she quickly asked Shuang'er to loosen her. Shuang'er was responsible for the loosening. She held on to the bedpost and felt it silently. She stopped breathing when she felt that it didn't affect her breathing. Put on the clothes and look in the mirror again.

Song Jianing smiled with satisfaction and happily went to show off in front of her mother.

Lin hasn't watched her daughter smile so innocently for more than a month. Although she thought her daughter was good like that, she nodded her head for sure, in order not to discourage her good mood: "Well, An An is more beautiful in this way. It’s just that you don’t need to tie it up at home. You can tie it up after going out as a guest to save discomfort."

Song Jianing's chest was indeed a little frustrated, and he obediently agreed.

Taking advantage of her daughter's happiness, Lin tentatively said: "Go and show your grandmother? Let your grandmother also boast."

Song Jianing's expression changed slightly, just remembering the love that Mrs. Tai had for her, Song Jianing was embarrassed for a while, huh.

Lin was overjoyed and personally accompanied her daughter to Changxinyuan.

The maids beside Mrs. Tai knew the status of the four girls in the mansion, and even if they had any thoughts, they didn't dare to show it. They were still respectful and respectful to Song Jianing, as before. As for Mrs. Tai, like Lin, she felt sorry for Song Jianing's stupid idea, but she didn't dare to show any traces, she only embraced Song Jianing and praised her cleverness.

Only five or six days later, Song Jianing's breast wrap came in handy. Princess Chu, who had just finished the full moon wine for the eldest son, sent an invitation to Song Jianing alone. After reading the post, Song Jianing remembered. In March, she went to the Chu Palace. Feng Zheng, who loved to eat sour cherries, would definitely give birth to a young son. The true son of Chu Wang Daozhen invited her to a table alone...

So, is the couple asking her to pay her back?