The clear crossing of the female man

Qiu'er felt sorry for Xueyang, but it was not in her heart, but in her actions. She was very courteous to Xueyang, and when the tea she drank was a little cold, she hurriedly changed the tea for Xueyang. Expressing that his shoulders were uncomfortable, he immediately ran over like a dog and kneaded Xueyang's shoulders.

Qiu'er's behavior made Xueyang both moved and funny. "You don't need to do this? I'm just a little bit sad, and I'll be fine after a while. You are so nervous, which makes me even more uncomfortable," Xueyang said to Qiu'er angrily.

"Hey..." Qiu'er pretended to be stupid, saying that her behavior was normal and there was nothing wrong with it.

Jing Shu, who was playing chess at the side, silently rolled her eyes, and continued to immerse herself in her own world, playing chess with herself, she has already done it very skillfully, as for why Jing Shu doesn't want to play chess with other people, Qiu'er can't, As for Xueyang, his chess skills are not very high, and he also likes to regret chess. The second brother and Ama just let Er Niang go, she won’t let her, she just wants to win, but Er Niang won’t let her regret every time. , She couldn't bear to look like she was about to cry, so she would never play chess with Er Niang in the future.

Xue Yang, who was disliked by her own daughter, was actually quite helpless in her heart. What would you do if you couldn't beat a four-year-old little loli at chess and lost ten out of ten games?Naturally, it’s okay to play tricks, Xue Yang thought, a child who is obviously very smart, otherwise he would not be admitted to a key university, why did he run into a wall in front of Yinzhen, Hongchen and Jingshu?

"You don't have to worry about my mood like this. I just think it's a bit ironic, but the status quo is like this. I can't change it, and you can't change it. That's why I sigh for a while. It's not just because of Nian Fujin." Xue Yang was helpless, and Qiu The son revealed the real reason for her bad mood.

"Sigh what?" Qiu'er was puzzled.

"I just lament that in the history of women, I can't even keep a name. After marrying into my husband's family, it is recorded in the genealogy. Without this person, even the empress in the palace is nothing more than a certain family in history." Xue Yang shook his head.

"Emiang, don't I have a name in history?" Jing Shu turned her attention back from the chessboard and asked.

Xueyang was taken aback, but she didn't expect Jingshu to speak up suddenly, but Xueyang still didn't lie to her, nodded and said: "You should be recorded in history that you are Prince Yong's Er Gege, but you won't make it clear Record, you are Jingshu" When Yinzhen ascends the throne, it will be recorded at that time that you are the second princess, what title was given when you got married.

Jing Shu nodded, and turned her attention to the chessboard again.

Xue Yang shrugged, thought for a while, maybe she could publish an autobiography, so that there would be more traces of her past in this world. "Qiu'er, how about I write an autobiography?" Xueyang asked enthusiastically.

"Autobiography?" Qiu'er looked confused. Aren't the autobiographies written by those famous writers?

"That's it." Xue Yang smiled.

Just when she went to the study and started to write her autobiography, she started to get stuck again. How should this autobiography be written? No matter how you say it is an autobiography, she needs to write some unusual things, but she has been married to Yinzhen for so many years, it’s okay In particular, it was the normal life of a woman in the backyard, Xue Yang looked depressed.

In the evening, Yinzhen went to Nianfu and took Nianshi back, so he naturally stayed at Nianshi's place at night.

On the second day, Nian naturally greeted Wulanara in a refreshed manner, while Li kept throwing his eyes away, Xue Yang was preoccupied with writing his autobiography, so he didn't pay attention to Nian's provocation, nor did he read it. To Li's eye knife.

After greeting Wulanara, Xueyang went back, and Nian invited other princesses to sit in her yard, and naturally invited Li, who walked slowly, and Xueyang, without waiting for Nian, Shi opened his mouth and went back.

Mrs. Li naturally refused, and she is not stupid. By doing this, Nian naturally wanted to find out about the current layout of the backyard from these grids. By the way, he picked two grids and put them under his command. Although Fujin is young, she has a lot of tricks. Anyway, she doesn't have the time to join in the fun.

Besides, she can stop this time, but she can't stop the next time, one or two of these women who follow the wind will always come together, anyway, this is the result, why should she do this useless work, she also wants to fight with Su Shi Xuexue, no matter what, they all rush into it, and they may be used as guns by others at any time.

What Nianshi was planning was exactly what Li Gege was thinking about. She was young and had just entered the mansion. Although she was a side Fujin, her status was not stable at all. What Er Niang asked about in the backyard was only superficial. The real situation still needs to be understood slowly. The first two days were not very convenient. After all, we were newly married for three days. Today is just enough time, so it is necessary to find these Ge Gras.

Seeing Nian's behavior, all the people in the mansion finally breathed a sigh of relief, and finally a normal Fujin came.

Especially for Gege who has no children in the mansion, they naturally want to attach themselves to the Ulanara clan who is a Fujin, and also want to attach to the two side Fujins of Xueyang and Li. They feel that they have no way out, so they want to attach themselves to others. One to rely on, even if Prince Yong's mansion is still clean, but when the kitchen delivers food to Gege who is not favored, it is either cold or the leftovers are not good. It is also good if there is a thigh to hug, at least Their treatment will be better.

And Xueyang doesn't accept other people's hugging thighs at all, and Li Gege also imitates it, thinking that the master likes this, fearing that the master thinks that he only knows how to study small forces, so he doesn't accept other people's thigh hugging, and now it's finally here A side Fujin who accepts being hugged by others, these princesses naturally want to take advantage of the opportunity to hug him. In the future, life will be easier.

After asking An to go back in Xueyang, he plunged into the study, staring at the rice paper, in a daze.

Qiu'er is helpless, the ink has been poured with water several times, and their family, Fang Fujin, hasn't written a single word. According to her, if you can't write it, don't force yourself, but Fang Fujin won't listen.

"What are you doing?" Yinzhen walked into the study, and saw Xueyang sitting in front of the desk in a daze, while the maid looked helpless.

Xueyang looked at Yinzhen, got up and bowed to Yinzhen, and joked: "Why do you have time to come over today, and didn't go to accompany your little rice cake?" Xueyang smiled.

"Why do you listen to me, why are you so sour?" Yinzhen had a smile in his eyes.

"Hehe", Xue Yang rolled her eyes in her heart, she had already done her best early in the morning, and she was sour on your sister.

"What are you planning to write?" Yinzhen asked after glancing at the rice paper which was still blank without any ink spots.

"I was going to write an autobiography, but my stomach was sloppy. I sat all morning, but I still didn't write anything." Shrugged, lack of ink really killed people, and my heart was so tired.

"Autobiography? You?" Yinzhen raised his eyebrows.

"Why, look down on me?" Xue Yang was unconvinced. When Yinzhen ascended the throne in the future, she would be a little concubine, why not write an autobiography.

"Just be happy." Good men don't fight with women, especially women who are used to messing around. Thinking about playing chess with this man and asking for remorse, even Jing Shu, who is extremely important to win or lose, can't make a difference.

Xue Yang snorted twice, still very happy about her victory.

"By the way, why did you suddenly come up with the idea of ​​writing an autobiography? What stimulated you?" Yinzhen sat down and motioned Qiu'er to go out.

"I just feel that we women are too pathetic. After marrying you, only the Aixinjueluo Su family will be recorded in the genealogy, and my name will never be recorded. When you ascend the throne in the future, the history books will only record me. , How many years have Hongchen been born, how many years have Jingshu been born, when you ascend the throne, you will say, when you ascended the throne, what position did I confer, and record when I died, just a few strokes," Xue Yang said heartbroken.

"So, I thought, since the historian doesn't remember it, then I'll write an autobiography myself." Xue Yang shrugged.

Yinzhen was at a loss for words, indeed, the records of women were all related to men and their offspring, "Then do you have a clue?".

"I just don't have a clue, I don't know how to write it. You said that I am in the backyard on weekdays, and I have nothing else to do. I am with rouge and gouache all day. Is it possible? I will write. What rouge did I use today? I ate it today." What?" Xue Yang said in a heartbroken voice.

Seeing Xueyang being aggrieved, Yinzhen couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Xueyang pouted, looking at Yinzhen dissatisfied.

"Okay, I don't laugh anymore, I can give you some advice, didn't you just talk about it? Rouge gouache, you just write down the steps for women to use rouge, or utensils, and when future generations discover your book, finally , I can also learn from the book that women in ancient times actually put on makeup like this, and these exquisite utensils are actually so particular," Yinzhen said.

Xueyang's eyes lit up, and she looked at Yinzhen with enthusiasm, "I have it", Xueyang thought of the Dream of Red Mansions, she could definitely make up a story, which is mixed with royal etiquette, and Dream of Red Mansions will have a red school in the future , her autobiography, I can learn something in the future.

"Yinzhen, you are so smart" praised Yinzhen very carelessly.

"Master gave you such a good idea, this praise is not enough." Yinzhen pulled Xueyang onto his lap and sat down.

Xueyang understood, and attached his mouth.

"Where's Master?" At night, Nian asked shyly.

"Master has gone to the North Courtyard," Nian's maid replied in fear.

Nian's face changed instantly, and he said, "Understood, you can go down."