beautiful woman at home

The heavy snowfall in this winter was getting bigger and bigger as the end of the year approached. The goose feather snow fell all over the sky, covering the entire Jingzhou City under white snow.

The branches of the trees in the courtyard couldn't bear the heavy snow, and they would crack and break from time to time, and the snow would fall with a bang.

Without having to go to school every day, Wen Zijin resumed her former idleness, and when she finished transcribing the poems in the morning, she rushed to the side courtyard with a small heater in her hand.

Eight out of ten times, I saw Sister Ye lying on the couch, looking tired, but Wen Zijin couldn't see anything else.

Wen Zijin was full of worries, so he had no choice but to visit every day, thinking that if something happened, he would immediately invite the doctor.

"Young master, the master has returned home, and the madam is looking for someone everywhere." The servant outside called through the curtain.

Ye Ran stared at the child who was slowly closing the book, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a soft voice, "I happen to be a little sleepy, and I plan to take a nap, and it's inconvenient to talk about the scriptures with the young master in the afternoon."

"Yeah." Wen Zijin nodded, stood up and stretched out his hands to pull the wrinkled robe, "Then I'll come visit Sister Ye again tomorrow."

"it is good."

When the little figure left the inner room, the bamboo scroll Ye Ran held in his hand disappeared suddenly, and the outermost door bolt of the courtyard was also taken, and the whole room was very quiet.

The black sleeves fell down to the side of the low couch, and the straight man fell down on the couch. His eyes, which were strong enough to support his spirit, were closed, his fair face was very calm, and the breath from his nose was subtle and lingering.

The charcoal fire in the brazier was burning vigorously, and the sound of clicks did not wake up the sleeping people on the couch.

Wen Zijin, who left the inner courtyard and rushed to the front hall, held a small stove in his hand, but felt a little uneasy.

He seldom gets along with his father. In addition, when he was young, he was regarded as ominous because of touching ghosts. He once heard that his mother and father had several quarrels.

Wen Zijin was too young at that time, and now he only has a vague memory.

Entering the square and bright lobby, Wen's father and Wen's mother were sitting together drinking tea and chatting.

"Young Master is here." The servant waiting by the door reported.

Wen Zijin crossed the threshold with a slightly long robe in hand, entered the lobby, and saluted nervously: "Father, you are well."

"Come here." Father Wen waved as he sat on top.

Although they are not descendants of the royal family, the ancestors of the Wen family used to be nobles for generations, and they were once a prominent family.

Now that Father Wen doesn't have much real power in his hands, he still has enough food and clothing.

These mothers said something in detail, and Wen Zijin only remembered part of it.

Father Wen put his broad palm on Wen Zijin's small shoulders and said with some strength: "The old master praised Zijin in the letter for being smart, studious, kind and honest, and never missing class in the cold winter and hot summer. To be on the list, Zijin must not fail to live up to his father's expectations."

"Yes, Zijin will definitely study hard." In fact, Wen Zijin has never taken any exams at this age, and he doesn't have a definite idea in his head about the title of the gold list, but his mother taught him to say so.

Wen's mother raised her hand and sat on Wen Zijin's side, and chatted with Wen's father for a few words.

Most of the words were about minor incidents in the mansion, during which he also mentioned a few words about his grandmother's deteriorating health. Father Wen frowned slightly and got up to visit his grandmother.

Naturally, Wen Zijin also wanted to go with his father, the four of them stayed in the grandmother's garden for a while, and had dinner when it was getting dark, Wen Zijin returned to his own garden.

"Mother, Zijin can go back by herself." Wen Zijin said while holding mother's hand and looking up.

It was cold at night, and it was still very inconvenient to walk back and forth.

Mother Wen lowered her head and replied, "It's okay, I just finished eating, so I have to walk around."

After coming out of the grandmother's garden, Father Wen went to the concubine's yard, so there were only mother and daughter left at this meeting.

Wen Zijin always felt that his father was very indifferent to his mother, but it seemed that his mother didn't care much about his father, otherwise why wouldn't he leave his father to rest in the garden?

Wen Zijin, who was full of confusion in his little head, naturally couldn't figure it out. The snow under his feet made a soft click, which attracted Wen Zijin's attention.

"Mother, how long will Father be at home this time?" Wen Zijin stomped heavily on the corridor in the garden, knocking off the snow from his boots.

Mother Wen tightened her hot hand and said, "If the affairs of the court and China are not busy, it should be the Lantern Festival before returning to the capital to take up the post."

This can be regarded as staying for a long time. In the past, when my mother mentioned my father, I would always return to the capital with my concubine after only a few days.

Every year in this huge Wen Mansion, my father brings back some concubines from the capital. They all look similar, but most of the concubines will be sent away. I heard from my mother that these concubines were sent by others. Naturally, it will also be given to others.

Therefore, there are not many concubines in the mansion, but the concubines have taken a few rooms, but they are all located in another courtyard of Wen Mansion, and the families are too lazy to come out on weekdays, only when the father returns to the mansion does it become lively again.

"What stuffed glutinous rice balls do Zijin want to eat for the Lantern Festival?" Mother Wen pushed open the outer door and watched Wen Zijin walk into the inner room.

The inner room was brightly lit, and it was very bright. Wen Zijin held Mother Wen's hands tightly and his eyes sparkled, "I want to eat sesame seeds, peanuts, and crescent-shaped minced meat."

Mother Wen replied with a smile: "Silly boy, those are not glutinous rice balls, but dumplings."

Hey?

Wen Zijin, who was raising his head, was also a little confused. Maybe he only ate it once a year, so he might have misremembered it.

Either way, these are delicious!

The end of the year is drawing to a close, and New Year's Eve is approaching, and Wen's residence is also getting busy.

In previous years, Wen Zijin would have nothing to do if he didn't go out, but this time, from tailoring new clothes to entering the Wen family ancestral hall to worship ancestors, and as the son of the Wen family, he had to go to various banquets with his father.

Wen Zijin hadn't shown up once in these years, and the banquet attracted the attention of many elders, which really made Wen Zijin very nervous.

But my mother repeatedly told me not to be timid and dodge, so Wen Zijin could only straighten her back and take the questions of each family seriously.

"The young master is handsome, and he will be a romantic figure in Jinzhou City in the future."

"Yes, I don't know if the young master has ever engaged in marriage?"

Wen Zijin, who was at a loss, couldn't understand what these women meant, but when he noticed that everyone was staring at him, he didn't dare to move.

Even the exquisite pastry placed in front of him failed to eat a piece.

In the past, I only knew that there were endless delicious food on New Year's Eve, but now Wen Zijin knew that there were so many things that made her head dizzy.

What's even more pitiful is that no matter how much delicious food there is in front of me, I can't eat it. I can only stare at it with a hungry stomach.

In the evening, I went back home with my father in a sedan chair. The sedan chair walked slowly through the main streets of Jinzhou City. The snow on the ground was very thick, so the walking speed was not fast. Occasionally, I could hear bursts of firecrackers coming from the alley outside.

The ear-piercing sound of "bang bang" was very scary.

At first Wen Zijin would always be frightened, but now he was just slightly stunned, nothing else.

When I saw Wen's residence from a distance, my mother was waiting not far away, and the servants were waiting by the side with umbrellas.

The sedan chairs stopped in front of the gate from far to near, Father Wen got out of the sedan chair first, and because he drank a lot of wine, he took the umbrella handed by his mother in a slightly drunken manner, and said with a calm expression: "It's cold, you Why wait here in the snow."

"I'm worried that Zijin is weak and won't be able to stand the cold." Mother Wen shifted her body and looked at the sedan chair that came after her.

Father Wen's eyebrows flashed with displeasure, but he didn't say anything, so he walked into the mansion by himself.

After Wen Zijin got out of the sedan chair, he realized that the snow that had stopped earlier had started to fall again at some point.

The snowflakes falling from the scam fell on the cheeks, as cold as Sister Ye's hands.

"Zijin, what are you doing standing here?" Mother held an umbrella in her hand and approached her, raising her hand to wipe off the snow that had slid off Wen Zijin's side face.

Wen Zijin came back to his senses and grabbed his mother's cold hand, talking about the people and things he saw at the banquet as he walked in.

After entering the long corridor of the mansion, Mother Wen handed over the umbrella to the waiter, and when Wen Zijin mentioned the words of those wives, she said with a bright smile in her eyes: "Those wives must want to say goodbye to Zijin."

"What is a kiss?"

The two entered the warm inner room, the servant retreated outside, the room was very quiet, Mother Wen took off Wen Zijin's outer robe, and replied with a smile on her face: "The purpose of marriage is to find a daughter-in-law for Zijin. "

Wen Zijin's cheeks turned red suddenly, and she reached out to take the small stove handed by her mother and said softly, "But Zijin is also a girl, how can she find a young wife?"

Ever since she was able to read and write, Wen's mother explained to Wen Zijin in detail why she concealed her gender.

The marriage between the mother and the father was personally arranged by the grandparents. The two parties did not know each other before the marriage, so the marriage was not very satisfactory to the father.

After that, my father took in several concubines one after another, and he also kept many concubines outside. Everyone in Jinzhou City knew about it at that time.

Later, the grandfather gradually became ill, and the father never concealed his likes and dislikes. Having no children is what the father said aggressively.

Fortunately, my grandmother was sensible and persuaded my father with the orders of my parents, and two years of life passed peacefully.

One autumn day, my mother was finally pregnant, but at that time my father's concubines were also pregnant, and there was even a rumor that if whoever gave birth to a male first, the concubines would be restored, and such rumors spread in the mansion up.

Absurd, of course, is extremely absurd.

Soon after his grandfather died of illness, his father inherited the title and took over the official position. There was absolutely no one in the mansion who could suppress his father.

This pregnancy is the mother's only reliance, and naturally concealing her gender is the only way.

Later, when my father took up an official position, he also needed the help of his mother's family in the court, and the rumors of the concubine's rectification gradually faded away.

"I'll talk about this later. I asked the waiter to prepare meals. Do you want Zijin to eat?" Mother Wen interrupted Wen Zijin's memory.

It was only then that Wen Zijin remembered that he was very hungry, so he quickly nodded in response: "Well, Zijin didn't even eat at the banquet."

The food on the low table was still hot, Mother Wen took Wen Zijin to sit down and smiled, "There were so many people at the banquet, Zijin was scared, right?"

Well, yes, Wen Zijin had never seen so many people.

"Zijin won't be afraid from now on." Wen Zijin took the soup bowl from Mother Wen and replied seriously.

If you shrink back because of fear, you will not be able to protect your mother in the future.

It wasn't until his father returned to the capital on the Shangyuan Festival that Wen Zijin was finally able to stop going out every day.

Early the next morning Wen Zijin went to the side courtyard to visit Sister Ye. Who would have thought that the door outside could not be opened even if it was closed. There were always such times during this period.

"Sister Ye?" Wen Zijin didn't hear a response, so he went around to the rear window through the narrow gap with his small body, and stood on tiptoe by the window to look in.

It was still very cold, but it was very warm inside, and the people on the couch didn't respond at all.

The dangling sleeves are very close to the charcoal basin, and if you are not careful, it will catch fire.

Wen Zijin stretched his arms to prop up his body and planned to climb into the inner room. It was not too easy, but he almost fell, so it was safe and sound.

When he approached the couch, Wen Zijin stretched out and held the wide sleeve robe, and placed his slender arms neatly by his side.

The charcoal fire was burning very vigorously, sparks lit up from time to time, and there was a rattling sound.

"It's too dangerous to put this charcoal basin here." Wen Zijin carefully moved the charcoal basin away from the low couch.

In the room, perhaps because the doors and windows were closed for too long, Wen Zijin's breathing was a little easier, so he got up and opened some windows to breathe.

The white porcelain vase with red plums was on the side. It had been picked for a long time, but it was still in full bloom.

It's amazing.

Wen Zijin looked at it, thinking that maybe it was because the temple was very spiritual, so even the red plums there were easier to feed than other places.

"Isn't Sister Ye sick?" Wen Zijin looked sideways at the person lying on the couch, thinking that it was almost noon, why did he sleep for so long?

Confused, Wen Zijin slowly approached and sat down, and seeing a few strands of silk sticking to the side of that fair and translucent face, he raised his hand clumsily to his ear.

Although the movement was small, it was time to wake up after all.

Wen Zijin's dark eyes were full of seriousness looking at the sleeping face, and she bent over and approached it.

The wide sleeve robe fell on the side of the ear, and the little hands were propped aside. Wen Zijin's head was getting closer and closer, and his ears were close to the sleeping person. Why couldn't he hear Sister Ye's heartbeat?

The ear, which was blown red by the wind, was suddenly pinched by the cool fingertips. Although it didn't hurt, it still gave Wen Zijin a big jump.

"What are you doing, little boy?"

Wen Zijin's dark and bright eyes were wide open, and he stared blankly at the woman with slightly indifferent eyes, and suddenly became even more flustered.

It's not polite to sneak into other people's room like this.

"I..." Wen Zijin sat aside blankly, blushing and said, "I yelled a few times just now, but I didn't hear Sister Ye's response, so I looked through the window and saw Sister Ye's clothes The sleeve was about to fall into the charcoal basin, so he crawled in and removed the charcoal basin."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zijin pointed to the charcoal basin that had been moved far away, and after speaking anxiously, he looked forward to a response.

The hand holding the earlobe did not move away, Ye Ran leaned forward slightly to look at the flushed Wen Zijin and asked: "I asked why the young master secretly kissed me just now?"

Steal a kiss?

"Zijin didn't want to steal a kiss from Sister Ye." Wen Zijin sat on the side kneeling seriously, with an even more embarrassed expression, "Zijin just wanted to hear Sister Ye's heartbeat."

Maybe the weather was too cold, so I couldn't feel the breath, so Wen Zijin thought of trying another method.

It is written in a book that the heart will not beat after death, so if you can hear the heartbeat, then you are falling asleep normally.

"Just because of this?" Ye Ran's eyes showed confusion, looking at the child with blushing cheeks, he lost all thought of teasing him, and loosened his fingertips slightly, then lightly embraced the child who was sitting in front of him and whispered softly Said, "So you may have heard?"

The wide black sleeves covered the thin and frail child, and the warm and cool breath permeated Wen Zi's nostrils.

This hug is so cold.

But Wen Zijin didn't hide, but listened seriously and stopped, when he really heard the slight and gentle heartbeat, the corners of his lips raised and said: "Yes, Zijin heard it."

The childish and clear voice was not like the cold and wet winter outside the window, but more like the warm sun in summer. Ye Ran slightly lowered her eyes to look at the person who was still nestling in her arms and listening.

There was a slight pause in the beating of the heart, and Ye Ran let go of his hand in a panic, gently pushed the bewildered child away, stretched out his hand to tidy up his clothes and said, "Since the young master has heard it, it's time to leave now."

Wen Zijin looked at the woman in front of her in puzzlement, her expression suddenly became a little cold, and there was a little alienation in her bright eyes, which made Wen Zijin a little confused.

However, Wen Zijin got up obediently, and patiently straightened the scattered thin blanket before saying: "That Zijin will not disturb Sister Ye's rest."

"Yeah." Ye Ran leaned against the little figure, never looked at the little figure, until the person walked away, then looked at the outstretched hand, the fingertips still had some warmth and delicateness, and closed the open window. Shang sighed: "If this goes on like this, it's better to find a way to leave earlier."

The charcoal fire in that corner was moved to the couch again, and the woman on the couch sat quietly, without changing her posture for a long time.

Spring is getting warmer, the snow is melting quickly, and the school has started, so Wen Zijin spends less time in the mansion.

Every time Wen Zijin thinks about going to the side courtyard, he thinks that Sister Ye who seemed to be offended that day was very unhappy.

Afterwards, Wen Zijin asked her mother specifically, but her mother only said that Miss Ye is kind-hearted and shouldn't mind children's funny things.

Do you really not mind?

But after that, when Wen Zijin went to the side courtyard, most of the doors were closed, so he didn't dare to disturb her anymore.

In such a situation, it wasn't until the weather became hot in summer that Sister Ye's mood improved a lot, and she even looked refreshed.

But Wen Zijin didn't dare to stay longer every time he went back, for fear of offending Sister Ye again.

School work is getting more and more busy, and Wen Zijin does not have as much leisure time as before. He mostly brings some small pastries and toys, or tells Sister Ye what he saw and heard during the outings organized by the school. Wen Zijin does not stay soon. Consciously leave.

It will be another year after the turn of the spring and autumn. From the school to the largest college in Jingzhou City, the old master praised him so much that Father Wen wanted Wen Zijin to take the next year's provincial examination.

The township examination is held every three years, and ordinary students need to prepare for several years before they are sure of taking the exam. Wen Zijin was 12 years old, which happened to be the year when the township examination started.

In the autumn when the summer heat was not over, Wen Zijin woke up from the couch at a hazy day. After washing up, he read poetry and books without eating.

The somewhat wrinkled pages of the book that were turned were very soft, and although the lamp on the side was covered by the lamp, although it was on, it only faintly illuminated this corner.

There was a servant sent by her mother outside, Wen Zijin didn't want her to worry, so she went to bed early every day, and only picked up her book again after the servant retired to rest.

Outside the window, the peony flowers that bloomed at the turn of spring and summer have all been wiped out. The original hope outside is a field of bright and dazzling flowers, white, pink, and purple. Now in autumn, only a large piece of bare tree trunks are left. .

When it was bright in the morning, the waiter outside called softly: "Young master, it's time to get up."

Wen Zijin stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, quickly closed the book, picked out the lamp beside him with scissors, and said, "Yes, I see."

The waiter came in with a basin after a while, and Wen Zijin rolled up his sleeves and washed himself. The growth of age can't be seen on Wen Zijin's face.

He still had an extremely fair complexion, his eyes were dark and bright, and his lips, which had been tightened by carefully twisting the handkerchief, were slightly reddish with a touch of tenderness, which was too fair and tender compared with ordinary young masters.

Only the eyebrows are not as delicate and slender as a woman's Emei, but are quite thin and have a serious adult posture. Looking at it like this, it looks childish and cute.

Fortunately, she is much taller than when she was a child. Earlier, mother Wen was worried that Wen Zijin would not grow taller, but now that she jumped up all of a sudden, she was not so worried.

When the waiters were setting out the porridge and rice, Mother Wen came in from outside, with a sad look in her eyes, seeing Wen Zijin holding a book by the side and eating the porridge with a spoon in the other, she smiled again and said, "Eat with peace of mind, the book is placed in the I won't run away."

Wen Zijin raised his head to look at his mother who was standing to the side, then closed the book beside him, and obediently responded, "Mother, can we have dinner?"

"I just ate." Mother Wen sat aside and said softly, "Just do your best in the rural exam tomorrow, Zijin, don't pay too much attention to the result."

"Well, Zijin knows." But Wen Zijin still wanted to get a good rank in the exam, so as to make mother happy.

The window sills in the room were all unfolded, and it was very bright. Mother Wen took a sip of the tea in her hand and said, "If you pass the provincial examination, your father will be happy. gone."

Holding the spoon in his hand, Wen Zijin paused slightly, looked into the worry in Mother Wen's eyes, and asked with a tight heart, "Then Zijin only took the exam for an ordinary rank?"

"Silly boy, I only expect you to do what you can, not to discourage you. If you pass the exam, we will make arrangements for the future. If you fail, your father still has the title with you, and you will not have to worry about food and drink in the future." Mother Wen pinched Tanjin's little face with a slight smile, "I'm afraid that my family's Zijin will win Xie Yuan, and then the matchmaker who comes to Wen's house to ask about the marriage will not be able to stop him."

amount……

Mother likes to talk and talk most, so she mentions it elsewhere. Wen Zijin buried her head in eating porridge and chose to avoid mother's joking words.

On the day of the provincial examination, Jingzhou City was very lively. Wen Zijin was ready to leave the mansion before dawn. It began to rain lightly that day, and Wen's mother took an umbrella to the gate of the mansion.

"Mother, go back quickly." Wen Zijin looked at the rain outside, it was a little cold.

Mother Wen raised her hand to caress Wen Zijin's side face and said, "Zijin has grown so big, don't cry for the first time away from home for a few days."

The rain fell on the umbrella, and Wen Zijin held his mother's hand and replied, "Zijin won't cry."

After finishing speaking, her eyes were inexplicably sour. Mother Wen smiled and withdrew her hand, stuffed the warm pastry into Wen Zijin's hand and told: "Eat some if you are hungry, and send the servant back to get it if you are not enough."

This amount is not small, Wen Zijin nodded while holding the pastry, while Wen's mother held the umbrella but turned to ask about the trivial matters nearby.

After the waiter counted the clothes and silver items, the carriage stopped in front of the mansion for a long time.

"Have you ever told Miss Ye that you want to go out?"

Wen Zijin shook his head and responded, "I'll be back in just a few days, Zijin won't bother Sister Ye anymore."

After a brief conversation, the carriage slowly drove out of the deep alley.Wen Zijin looked away when Wen's mansion was out of sight, and there was a woman standing in the deep alley, with a slender figure and a black skirt that disappeared into the rain.

The township examination was divided into three rounds, and Wen Zijin came back in about seven days.

It will take some time for the rankings to be released, and the college is also on holiday due to the provincial examination, so Wen Zijin rarely has leisure time in the mansion.

The weather was much cooler in autumn, Wen Zijin carried a food box into the side courtyard, and after walking a few steps, he saw a woman on the swing in the courtyard.

She was still dressed in a black dress like when she first saw her, and instead of holding a thick bamboo scroll, she was holding a book and reading it seriously.

Wen Zijin approached with bent eyebrows and called, "Sister Ye, what book are you reading?"

Because one of them was standing and the other was sitting, Ye Ran slightly raised his head to look at the taller man, holding the book slightly between his fingers, and there was an extremely imperceptible anger in those indifferent eyes.

"I thought the young master had almost forgotten about this courtyard."

The voice was very clear and melodious, and the innocent Wen Zijin didn't realize the meaning of these words, so he responded truthfully in a daze: "Zijin didn't forget, he just came back from outside yesterday, so he will come to Sister Ye immediately."

As he talked, Wen Zijin felt a little aggrieved for no reason, as if the weather was cold, and even Sister Ye became colder.

Now that winter is about to begin again, the relationship that was finally eased in summer, isn't it going to be...

Wen Zijin felt that it was time to ask himself what he hadn't done well, which made Sister Ye unhappy.

"Is sister Ye angry at Zijin?" Wen Zijin carefully tugged at the loose sleeves, and sat on the side of the swing to ask humbly.

This swing was made by Wen Zijincha in summer, so I had an excuse to play in the courtyard on weekdays.

Ye Ran was taken aback for a moment, shook his head and looked at the book in his hand, a little annoyed at what he just said.

But the person beside him opened the food box and handed over the soft pastries and said in a very soft voice: "Zijin knows I'm wrong, sister Ye is not angry, okay?"

Originally, it was just a momentary emotional speech, but Ye Ran was at a loss because the girl in front of her was too close.

Even the sweet and greasy pastry fragrance can't cover up the light fragrance of the girl.

The blood seemed to be boiling a little bit.

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感谢在2020-04-1420:59:14~2020-04-1520:56:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 small pepper;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!