beautiful woman at home

It's getting colder in late autumn, and Sister Ye's palm seems to be getting colder too.

Wen Zijin covered the hand that was holding her with both hands, lowered her head and still dared not look at those gentle eyes shyly.

When I was young, I felt that Sister Ye was a little different from ordinary people. She was prone to sleepiness in autumn and winter, and she was always as cold as a piece of ice.

Therefore, Wen Zijin has always been worried that Sister Ye will be unwell. Fortunately, Sister Ye has not had any abnormalities in these years, so she is a little relieved.

"Mother told Zijin to avoid meeting Sister Ye before getting married, saying that it would be unlucky."

Ye Ran saw that the girl was talking seriously, raised her hand with a smile on her face, and gently lifted the lower jaw of the drooping head.

The shy and soft eyes met her, and the pure black pupils were shining brightly, the blush on the girl's cheeks did not fade away, on the contrary, it became more rosy.

"There are still two months before winter, Zijin really has the heart not to see me?"

The girl pursed her lips tightly and then responded loosely: "After getting married, Zijin will be able to see Sister Ye every day."

Ye Ran raised her brows lightly, not too satisfied with the answer, she traced the outline of the girl's cheek with her fingertips and sighed, then let go of her hand.

"Then I will go back."

The girl behaved so calmly, but she seemed too impatient.

Wen Zijin held his palm tightly and called out, "Sister Ye is leaving now?"

"Well, it would be unlucky to stay too long." Ye Ran responded calmly, and stood up with a distance, but the hand never retracted from the girl's warm palm.

The two stood and sat one by one, Ye Ran didn't make any effort, just looked at the girl.

"Then, Zijin will send Sister Ye back." Wen Zijin reluctantly let go of her hand and wanted to get up.

Unexpectedly, Sister Ye raised her hand and lightly pressed Wen Zijin's arm and said, "No need, it will delay your handwriting practice."

After speaking, Ye Ran withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

Wen Zijin raised his hand to grab the black sleeve, looked at Sister Ye in front of him with bright eyes and asked, "Did Zijin make Sister Ye unhappy?"

It was obvious that Sister Ye was very happy just now, why did she suddenly feel a little strange.

"No." Ye Ran looked at the girl's eyes full of inquiry.

This inner room is full of the delicate fragrance of a young girl, even if it is not the peak period in winter, it is not without the slightest influence on Ye Ran.

Wen Zijin had no choice but to let go of his hand slowly.

The servants outside were chatting and laughing softly, while Sister Ye walked away through the corridor without paying attention.

It must have been a mind spell, Wen Zijin watched eagerly, but the black figure never looked back.

After that, she didn't see Sister Ye for several days, and Wen Zijin always felt that she should be offended that Sister Ye was upset.

Wen Zijin, who was not in a good mood, accompanied Wen's mother to the banquet held by some wives in Jingzhou City. In fact, it was just a few wives meeting together to play horse hanging.

Horse hanging is the name of a gambling device, the rules of which are very complicated, and the wives of various families will play it several times after the banquet on weekdays.

Mother also likes to play horse cranes on weekdays, and also likes to invite people to play together, and when she gets serious, she can always play for most of the day.

At first Wen Zijin was able to obediently stand aside, but when the sky got darker, he became a little worried, it can be seen that his mother was happy to win, but she kept silent.

"It seems that Mrs. Wen's family has a happy event, so she's lucky." Mrs. Wang said with a smile while touching the cards, "If we win this hand again, we will have no money to play."

"Don't worry, I'm still not sure about this game." Niangqin stared at the cards in her hand with a serious expression.

One set after another, until the lights came on outside, Wen Zijin's head was shaking, and suddenly a shadow was cast in front of him.

Mother stretched out her hand and lightly pinched Wen Zijin's earlobe and said with a smile: "Is it so boring to accompany Zijin as a mother?"

Wen Zijin quickly shook his head in response: "No, Zijin is just sleepy."

"Let's go, it's getting dark, it's time to go back to eat."

"Ah."

The carriage was driving slowly on the main street of Jinzhou City, Wen Zijin saw that the purse placed beside his mother seemed to be a lot heavier and said, "My mother has won a lot today."

"This is considered unlucky." Mother Wen smiled and said, "Mrs. Wang lost all her money bags before, and her complexion was not very good. I just lost a few times for my mother."

Wen Zijin frowned and smiled, "Mother is so amazing."

"Earlier, my mother was very good at playing horse hangs in the capital. It can be said that I have never met an opponent."

"Didn't the mother win a lot of money?"

"Playing horse cranes is just for fun. If you play for winning money, then no matter how much money you have, you will lose it all." Mother Wen raised her hand and straightened her skirt, "So Zijin still can't play well."

"En." Wen Zijin nodded in understanding.

When I was young, I also heard my mother mention things in the capital city. Although I had never been to the capital city, Wen Zijin could feel a little bit of mother's joy.

But he never mentioned anything about his father.

Mother Wen sighed suddenly with a restrained smile on her face, "It's a pity that I married your father later, and I never went back to the capital again."

"Did mother regret it?" Wen Zijin knew that his father treated mother badly, although he had never seen mother express her sadness.

"It's been so many years, and it's useless to regret it." Mother Wen raised her hand and rubbed Wen Zijin's cheeks lightly, and said with a smile, "When I think about it carefully, Zijin's marriage is really similar to what Wei Niang decided to get married back then."

Hey?

Wen Zijin asked in a daze, "What's the similarity?"

"Although your father's conduct is bad, but back then your father was a handsome and handsome gentleman in the capital, and many noble girls wanted to marry him."

"So my mother only married because my father was handsome?"

Mother Wen looked away in embarrassment, and sighed softly: "This is all beauty. In order to marry your father, your mother had a big fight with your grandmother and grandfather. All these years, my mother has I have never been to the capital to visit."

Wen Zijin held his mother's hand and asked, "Has mother thought about reconciling with father?"

Over the years, Wen Zijin has seen the relationship between his father and mother, and it has always been deserted. Not long ago, he had a quarrel with his father, which made Wen Zijin know that his father didn't like to respect his mother at all.

"Heli, your father's concubines will probably laugh from ear to ear." Mother Wen said firmly, "No matter what, Zijin, you are the son of the Wen family, and everything in the Wen family should be yours in the future. Can't lose to those concubines."

This earnest appearance is inexplicably like a mother playing with a horse crane.

Mother Wen smiled with a calm expression: "Okay, my mother is doing well now. Although my mother made your grandmother unhappy earlier, it would have been even more difficult without your grandmother's help these years."

"Right now, the Wen family's concubines are being cleaned up very well. As for your father's loss of power in the court, you still have to rely on your grandfather, and you don't dare to be presumptuous. Everything is taken care of for your mother. The only thing I worry about is you. .”

"Mother, don't worry, Zijin will also study hard, and he will definitely get a good grade in the exam."

Wen Zijin has never slackened since she understood the hardships of her mother, lest her incompetence will cause her mother to be reprimanded by her father.

"Silly, my mother is afraid that you will be misled by beauty."

"But Zijin didn't meet any handsome and handsome gentleman."

Mother Wen helplessly raised her hand and knocked on the silly daughter's head, saying, "Zijin is pretending to be confused with Wei Niang."

"No." Wen Zijin raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, completely unable to understand what was on his mother's mind.

"Hey, what I'm talking about is you and Miss Ye." Mother Wen really doesn't understand how a child who is usually smart in reading can become so dull when it comes to emotional matters?

If it weren't for the hard work of conceiving for ten months, Mother Wen would really have to wonder if the child was her own.

Wen Zijin opened his eyes and looked at his mother in surprise, his head slowly came to his senses, and then his cheeks blushed, and he read softly: "Mother misunderstood, Zijin is different from Sister Ye .”

"It's a good thing that Miss Ye doesn't leave the house on weekdays, otherwise the whole city of Jinzhou would have known about such a beautiful woman who can overwhelm the country." Mother Wen was suddenly relieved when she saw that her silly child finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

"So Zijin, you have to think about it carefully. Are you really determined to find Miss Ye to be your companion?"

"Well, Zijin won't regret it."

Mother Wen sighed and said, "I said this to my mother before. Things are unpredictable."

"Mother, Sister Ye treats Zijin very well." Wen Zijin clumsily wanted to say something nice.

The wheels of the carriage were spinning, and Mother Wen said aloud: "Don't worry, it's too late for my mother to call off the marriage now, the wedding stickers have already been sent out, but if you marry Miss Ye, you will have trouble in the future."

Wen Zijin asked puzzledly, "What's the trouble?"

"You marry Miss Ye as a wife. If you go to a banquet in the future, you will definitely attract a group of wolves, tigers and leopards. What should Zijin do?"

"Then Zijin invited a lot of warriors, so that we won't be afraid that Sister Ye will be snatched away."

Mother Wen couldn't help laughing at such childlike words, but the human heart is the most difficult thing to see through.

No matter how many warriors can guard people, they can't guard people's hearts. If Miss Naye meets a man she likes in the future, I'm afraid her children will cry sadly.

Mother Wen restrained her thoughts, seeing that her child was still so naive and childish, but her words already meant to protect Miss Ye, so she couldn't help but feel a little lonely and said: "Now Miss Ye has not married yet, Zijin has already thought about it so much." Now, it seems that being a mother is destined to be left out in the cold."

"No." Wen Zijin replied seriously, "Mother, Zijin will always serve you by your side."

My children have always spoken frankly and frankly. Mother Wen smiled and said: "Then tomorrow, I will accompany my mother to play a few games with the wives of the Zhou family."

Wen Zijin suddenly felt as if he had been tricked.

If mother started to play horse-sling, she would never give up for half a day. Mrs. Wang lost so badly today that she would go to play horse-sling with Zhou's wives tomorrow.

Obviously, it's because my mother had a good time before playing, and she was too embarrassed to ask Mrs. Wang to play together.

In fact, Mother Wen never had a good time in the next few days. First, the Wang family, then the Zhou family, then the Li family and the Zhao family. In short, the winners made the wives of each family complain of illness when they heard that it was their mother who asked to play the horse hanging. .

In early winter, the frost was extremely heavy in the morning, Wen Zijin yawned and felt very sleepy.

Although I don't need to go to college, I have become a habit of reading in the morning.

In the cold winter, the hands are easy to freeze. Wen Zijin picked up a pen to copy the poems, and the previous [-] sheets of rice paper had already been used up.

In the afternoon Wen Zijin left the mansion in a carriage, the study was still deserted, and the servants were waiting outside.

When Wen Zijin entered, he saw the female ghost writing with a pen, while the female scholar sitting on the other side was fiddling with an abacus in her hands, it should be settling accounts.

As for the woman in red sitting on the other side of the female scholar reading a book, the long sword is very conspicuously placed on one side, the three of them looked very strange.

"Young master, do you want to buy rice paper?" The female scholar realized it first, and got up immediately.

"Well, two hundred." Wen Zijin said, and very consciously took out the four hundred coins in the money bag.

The female scholar said very apologetically: "There is not much rice paper left recently, so so much money is not allowed."

Wen Zijin nodded, and saw the female scholar get up to get the rice paper.

"What are you writing?" Wen Zijin wanted to talk to the Hongshuang girl, but she was terrified, so she still spoke to the busy female ghost.

The female ghost with her head down sighed and said, "It's too bad to copy the book."

"What are you copying?" Wen Zijin looked at the female ghost's handwriting, and it was surprisingly regular, every word was exactly the same.

The female ghost rolled her eyes and replied, "What else can I do, of course it is to make money."

Wen Zijin looked at the heavy dictionary on the other side and said, "How much money is it for copying a dictionary?"

"Fifty coins." The female ghost put down the pen in her hand, stood up, and stretched her stiff bones, "I saw that you, a young man of your family, have never earned money by yourself."

"En." Wen Zijin didn't care about the female ghost's tone, and replied very sincerely.

The Hongshuang girl at the side suddenly said: "Young master is a guest, you should apologize."

The female ghost showed dissatisfaction and said, "I want you to take care of it!"

Wen Zijin was taken aback for a moment, feeling that the two could easily fight, so she hurriedly said, "It's okay."

Miss Hongshuang glanced at Wen Zijin and said in a low voice, "A rotten good person won't be respected by some rotten ghosts."

"Who do you say is a rotten ghost?" The female ghost made a gesture and was about to walk over.

"Stop, we're arguing!" Wen Zijin yelled out, the volume was astonishingly loud.

The female ghost stopped in surprise, restrained her expression and said, "Why are you making such a loud voice all of a sudden?"

Wen Zijin replied in embarrassment: "I thought you guys were going to fight, so I was in a hurry, please forgive me."

"Forget it, a batch of new books came in today, I'll take you to have a look." The female ghost floated over, and Wen Zijin was led between the bookshelves in a daze.

The bookshelf was much smaller than before. The female ghost didn't speak while flipping through the books, and Wen Zijin didn't make a sound. She just glanced at the books on the shelf, but didn't intend to reach out to take them.

After all, buying a book for the first time is still memorable.

After a while, the female ghost suddenly said, "I'm sorry just now."

Wen Zijin tilted his head in a daze, and slowly reacted and said with a smile: "It's okay, you're right, I really haven't made any money."

"You are such a good person." The female ghost said helplessly, then took a book and handed it over, looking at it with sly eyes, "You are getting married soon, I have read this book, it should be right You are very useful."

"I can't take it." Wen Zijin remembered the two books and paintings last time.

The female ghost threw it over and said: "This is not for nothing, the money is still given."

amount……

Wen Zijin hugged the thrown book in a hurry: "But I really can't want this book."

"[-]% off, I'll give you the best discount." The female ghost approached, with a wicked smirk, "If you don't buy it, then your elder sister Ye should want to know something about you."

"You..." Wen Zijin read with a blushing face, "How could you do this?"

The female ghost said earnestly, "I'm doing this for your own good, don't waste this good opportunity to get married."

Wen Zijin held the book and asked in a low voice: "But I made Sister Ye angry last time, and I haven't seen Sister Ye yet."

"Angry?" The female ghost looked sideways at Wen Zijin, her eyes full of curiosity and asked, "Did you do something interesting?"

"What's interesting?" Wen Zijin couldn't understand what the female ghost said.

The female ghost leaned against the bookshelf and smiled mischievously: "Stop pretending, have you two kissed?"

Wen Zijin's cheeks flushed brighter than the flowers in spring, and she looked at the female ghost in disbelief, thinking how did she know?

"It's clearly written on your face." The female ghost flipped through the book casually, and said with a wicked sense of humor, "I can see that you are being bullied."

"Where is it?" Wen Zijin explained with a blushing face and a serious expression of fighting for reason, "Sister Ye never bullied me."

The female ghost closed the book and asked, "If you don't bully, it will be even more dangerous."

Wen Zijin couldn't turn his head around and asked blankly: "What does this mean?"

"If you like someone, you will definitely want to bully her." The female ghost looked straight at the female scholar who was counting the papers, with a wicked smile on her face.

"I never thought of bullying Sister Ye." Wen Zijin couldn't understand what the female ghost said.

If you love someone, you should treat her well, how can you bully her?

The female ghost turned her head and couldn't help sighing, "I think even if you were bullied, you don't know when it happened."

Wen Zijin opened his mouth to reply, but unexpectedly, a purple skirt came into view, and his shoulders sank suddenly.

Zi Xi stretched out his arms to stop the two of them, raised his brows lightly and said, "What are you two little devils doing?"

"No, it's nothing!" Wen Zijin hurriedly protected the book in his hand in fright, and then broke away from Miss Zixi.

The female ghost floated away calmly, and asked with disgust: "Aren't you afraid that guy will beat you out again?"

"I'm afraid of her?" Zi Xi glanced at Hongshuang who was standing beside the female scholar, and said provocatively, "I can beat her with one hand, it was just an accident last time."

Seeing the conversation between the two, Wen Zijin was a little confused.

The female scholar said: "Young master, the rice paper has been sorted."

"Ah."

Standing up and walking to the counter, the female scholar put the rice paper in front of her and said, "A total of 210 sheets, [-] characters."

"Okay." When Wen Zijin took the purse, he remembered the calligraphy and painting in his hand, and handed the calligraphy and painting to the counter as if his cheeks were bloodshot, and said, "This is also counted."

The female scholar looked at the book hesitantly, turned her head to look in the direction of the female ghost, and asked, "Is this what Axia Sai gave to the young master?"

"No, I want to buy it myself." Wen Zijin wanted to help the study's business,

"This book does not charge money, and the young master has not yet thanked you for saving his life."

Wen Zijin looked at the female scholar with some surprise, and caught a glimpse of the red mark at the intersection of the collar. The female scholar has sickly fair skin, so those red marks are particularly clear.

Just when Wen Zijin was curious, the female ghost floated to the side of the female scholar and said, "She is mine, you are not allowed to see it."

amount……

The female scholar looked at the female ghost helplessly. The girl Hongshuang looked very ugly, and the girl Zixi walked over with a smile on her face. Wen Zijin was so frightened that she hurriedly put away the books and papers.

"Thank you very much then."

Wen Zijin came out in a panic after thanking her.

After handing the paper to the servant, Wen Zijin sat in the carriage holding the book.

Wen Zijin opened the book carefully, only to see that it said "Qihuan 36 Strategies", authored by Song Xia.

Could this person be the female ghost herself?

Suddenly feeling cheated, Wen Zijin turned the pages down, his cheeks blushed, and then he closed the book.

This is actually the same volume of calligraphy and painting.

The first picture that caught my eye just now was a girl in a thin skirt getting along with another woman, but the thin skirt was not tied at all, and it was so easy to imagine that it was half hidden.

Wen Zijin clutched the book tightly, and inexplicably began to think of Ruo's sister Ye's clothes.

Wen Zijin, who was not well at all, suddenly felt a strong smell of blood in his nose, and when he raised his hand and touched it lightly, it was stained with bright red blood, and it flowed down his nose very quickly.

"Come on!"

Wen Zijin, who was hurriedly sent back to the mansion, was so frightened that Wen's mother jumped, and she lay on her back on the couch.

Mother Wen supported the back of her head with one hand, and held a handkerchief to cover Wen Zijin's nose with the other. It took a while for the bleeding to stop.

Wen Zijin, who was flushed all over, took the clean kerchief and wiped his cheeks. Seeing that the kerchief was no longer stained red with blood, he felt relieved.

"You kid, didn't you go out and fight with someone?"

"Ah?" Wen Zijin stared at the books hidden under the cushion and was worried, and he shook his head after recovering, "I just went out to buy rice paper, I didn't wander around."

Mother Wen asked the waiter to boil the ginseng soup, let Wen Zijin drink it without leaving anything, and told Wen Zijin not to read at night, otherwise all the books in the bookcase would be removed.

With Wen Zijin's reassurance, Mother Wen lost her mind.

At nightfall, the attendants extinguished the lamps early, leaving only one lamp for illumination, Wen Zijin lay on the couch without feeling sleepy.

In the past, it was always necessary to read a book before falling asleep, but now the servants are watching closely, and Wen Zijin doesn't want her mother to worry.

I had to count the dumplings silently with my eyes closed to help me fall asleep, but Wen Zijin hadn't fallen asleep yet, but I heard a small sound beside the couch.

Wen Zijin opened his eyes and saw Sister Ye sitting beside the couch, about to get up, but Sister Ye raised her hand and held her down.

"I heard the servants say that you returned home with blood on your face, now it seems that I heard it wrong." Ye Ran stared at the girl and said softly.

"It was just an accident." When Wen Zijin thought of the picture of the book, even his earlobes turned red, "Zijin made sister Ye worry."

Ye Ran raised his hand and gently rubbed the girl's slightly frowned brows in response: "It's fine."

The fingertips were very cold, but Sister Ye's words were very warm. Wen Zijin raised his hand to hold the palm, his cheek pressed against the cool palm, and curled his lips and said, "Sister Ye, it's so nice to treat Zijin."

On weekdays, in this winter, sister Ye should be very sleepy, but she still came here because she was worried about herself.

"You, your mouth is so sweet." Ye Ran felt the warmth from the girl's soft cheeks, and her heart also warmed up.

Wen Zijin frowned and smiled and asked, "Ke Zijin is telling the truth, doesn't Sister Ye like to hear it?"

Ye Ran didn't respond, leaned over and kissed the forehead and said softly:

"I like everything about you, even if it's a lie."

The girl also said this sentence to herself, Ye Ran actually likes tight the most.

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