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Coming out of the teahouse, the three of them walked towards the brothel courtyard together, and met a rouge shop on the way, Tao Cheng asked Qingmo, "Do you want rouge?"

Qing Mo shook his head, he just wanted to go back to the waterside courtyard as soon as possible, Tao Che had mixed feelings, and so did he.

"You used rouge to mess around a lot this morning," Tao Cheng led Qingmo to the shop, "buy a few more boxes and go back to play."

Tao Che glanced at the two of them, but didn't follow. He waited outside the shop with his arms folded, his heart in a mess. As far back as he could remember, the person he was closest to was his gentle and virtuous mother. Tao Che frowned every time he got angry because of the servant named Qingmo, except for one time, when he was still naive, he asked in a childish voice, "Mother, why aren't you the eldest grandma? You are obviously the only aunt in the family."

Later, he was locked in the room and fasted for a whole day, and Tao Che never dared to ask this question until now.

After parting at the entrance of the brothel courtyard, Tao Cheng handed the bag containing the moon pattern clothes and rouge to Qingmo, "Have a good rest in the afternoon, and wait for me to have dinner together in the evening."

Qingmo nodded obediently, then nodded slightly at Tao Che, Tao Che didn't appreciate it, grabbed his brother, turned around and left.

Looking at the background where the two were drifting away, Qingmo sighed, his body lost strength, and even his shoulders collapsed. His heart was filled with more than ten years of resentment and anger, maybe there was none, it was just empty Yes, an unknown emotion was suffocating in his body, making him dazed and at a loss.

Qingmo dragged his steps, his eyes glued to the ground, and wandered back to the small courtyard like a wandering soul. Du Liuer came up to pick up the burden, but was blocked by Qingmo, "It's okay, you...you go... "

Seeing that Qingmo's eyes were red, the boy didn't dare to ask, and waited silently.

Qingmo pursed his lips, tasted a little sweetness of mouth fat, which was not what he wanted, he said, "Go and bring a pot of wine, it's spicy."

The servant ordered, "Hey" and realized something was wrong, hesitatingly said, "You... last night..." But seeing that Qingmo was already walking towards the river, he simply didn't want to be annoying, and went to serve the wine .

Sitting on the stone bench, Qingmo saw that two bare willow branches had sprouted fresh buds, as if they would be lush in the near future, he was not in a happy mood, but his thoughts were flying.

He tried his best to forget the grievances he suffered like pulling out this willow branch, but now he finds that the grievances that cannot be forgotten come from longing, and longing will become sick, and this disease has long been integrated into his flesh and blood Even if he drank Meng Po soup in frustration, he could still call out the name of the person he wanted.

"So Second Grandma Qiao, you really made the wrong calculation." Qing Mo murmured, and suddenly smiled again, and finally there was some light in her eyes, "Marriage is destined to be together for a hundred years."

When the boy came with the jug in his hands, he saw Qingmo was holding the burden in his arms, and his whole face was buried in it, which was perfectly stitched. He called out unsurely, but no one paid attention to him. The boy sighed when he thought of the manager. The famous saying is "difficult to serve, everyone will not stop", he smacked his lips silently, and still persuaded, "Young master indulges in lust all day long, it is not suitable to drink, it is better to rest more."

Qingmo thought that he would cry out all the grievances, but he didn't want to cry, but he didn't cry, he held back for a while, when he heard that the young man was about to leave, he quickly raised his face and called him back, "Do you have a mask in the brothel?"

The servant was ordered to find the mask again, Qing Mo patted his chest, caring whether he was indulging in sexual desire or not, picked up the jug and took a big sip, it was not as spicy as expected, it was full of sweetness, it turned out to be a jug Honey syrup.

Qingmo's eyes laughed, and he swallowed the sugar water little by little, and his mood gradually changed from bitter to sweet.

On the way back, Tao Cheng took Tao Che to the rouge shop again. Seeing that Tao Che was still looking depressed, he beckoned and said, "Come and pick, what color does mother usually like?"

Tao Che seemed to have seen a ghost, "What are you going to do? Hidden needles in cotton?"

Tao Cheng chuckled amusedly, and Tao Che said, "Your ball of cotton is too thin, you don't even need to hide the needle."

"Xiao Jing Niang is just a few boxes of rouge," Tao Cheng said helplessly, "Is it so vicious as you said?"

"I still don't quite believe it. If it's according to what you said, whoever was framed and killed you for ten years, can you not resent mother now?"

"How do you know I'm not resentful?"

Tao Che was choked, and tentatively said, "Then...then you resent?"

Tao Cheng just said, "I've never had any contact with Qingmo, what are you talking about so much?"

"That's right," Tao Che rushed to pay the money, hooked his brother's shoulders, "Poor people must have something to hate, and no one is an exception."

The two brothers went back to the Tao Mansion, but they didn't go through the main entrance. They were worried about meeting those guests who kept talking. Personally, they bent down to say hello, and Tao Cheng snorted, "Don't tell me to find the wrong place, or I will punish you to climb the dog hole."

The servant kept saying yes, but couldn't understand why there was such a big contrast between before and after, and Tao Che was also confused, "Since when did our family have this punishment?"

Tao Cheng said, "They invented it themselves. At the beginning..." He waved his hand again, "Forget it. Later, the guests will leave to give mother some rouge. Do you know what to say or not to say?"

Tao Che was quite conflicted, on the one hand, he was worried about his mother with mixed feelings, and on the other hand, he really wanted to watch a good show. He sighed, "Okay, let you have more dumb brothers."

Qiao Qing helped the guests to the door with her waist, and frowned tiredly as soon as she turned around. Her stomach was already very big, and she felt uncomfortable after sitting for a long time. The maid helped her to walk slowly to the osmanthus tree, smelling the fragrance of flowers Relaxed, and heard her two sons talking and laughing.

Tao Cheng hadn't been home for three or four days, and Qiao Qing said a few words. Tao Che couldn't imagine that if he didn't go home, he would be scolded. When his mother heard that the new daughter-in-law was not only dumb, but also lovely. , What kind of tragedy should it be.

Tao Che presented the rouge and made peace, "Brother bought it to honor your mother, hurry up and calm down."

Qiao Qing didn't take a look at her, she sat down, pushed Rouge aside, and stared at Tao Cheng with an unwavering expression, "It's nothing to be courteous to, where did you meet your father last night?"

Tao Cheng answered honestly, "When I was having dinner in the restaurant, I was just about to enter the private room, and I bumped into it."

Qiao Qing only asked, "Sweetheart?"

Tao Cheng said, "Yes."

Tao Che looked at his brother and his mother, not knowing what they were talking about, and he didn't dare to interrupt.

Qiao Qing still spoke softly, "When will a sweetheart appear? Tell your empress."

"I met a few days ago when I was worshiping Buddha in the temple. When she kowtowed and stood up, she stepped on the hem of her skirt and almost fell down. I reached out and hugged her, and then I got acquainted."

Qiao Qing nodded slightly, and then asked, "How does it look?"

Tao Cheng replied, "The country and the city."

"Describe it in detail, your father also said that this girl is quite pretty, and she is worthy of you."

Tao Cheng lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's just that I'm not good enough for him."

Tao Che sighed silently, the last time he heard his brother say such nasty words was when he was six or seven years old and saw him write letters to someone, it was a pity that his brother didn't write poems and lyrics.

Qiao Qing waved away the scattered sweet-scented osmanthus with a handkerchief, "If you don't want to say it, then let it be."

Tao Cheng said, "If mother is willing, tomorrow I will bring her to Tao Mansion to say hello to mother."

Qiao Qing seemed to chuckle faintly, "Where did Che'er find you?"

"I happened to meet in the teahouse, and I was the only one."

"Has he told you that Mother has already arranged a marriage for you. In the winter solstice in a few months, you will marry the matchmaker, and marry the daughter of that family into Tao's mansion to become your main wife."

Tao Cheng nodded, "I listen to mother."

Qiao Qing asked, "How will you treat your dumb sweetheart?"

Tao Cheng said, "Take her as a concubine, if she is willing."

Tao Che didn't say a word, just picked up a piece of grass and put it in his mouth, so that he wouldn't accidentally slip his mouth and laugh at his brother by saying "Don't be afraid, you can't marry" in the teahouse.

Really, eight out of ten sentences are lies.

Rouge was taken back into the house by Qiao Qing. She was actually a little surprised that Tao Cheng would be so obedient, but after working for a long time, she was really tired. Thinking about where Master Tao remembered that woman, she laughed even more. If you feel free to think about this pair of yin and yang, why not close your eyes and take a nap.

Tao Cheng changed his clothes, and when he came out, he saw Tao Che leaning against the door, "Today's Qixi Festival, don't you want to go out to play?"

"A group of drinking and meat friends, getting together too much will be boring." Tao Che gave Tao Cheng an elbow, "What's the plan?"

"I don't have any plans, just adapt to the situation." Tao Cheng smiled, "Keep your mouth shut, or I'll turn around and encourage Mother to plan a marriage for you."

Tao Che flattened his lips, "You are amazing."

Tao Cheng took the horse and jumped on it, "I'm amazing, believe it or not, I can pass this marriage on to you?"

Tao Che's eyes widened, and then he slapped his ass flatteringly, "The spring night is short, so let's go."