The Way of Favors

On the day Fu Rong returned home, she begged Qiao to allow her to go out. She wanted to go to Ruyizhai.

Ruyizhai specializes in jewelry.

Fu Rong was very active, and relied on his father's favor, and he wandered almost everywhere in Xindu City. Qiao began to indulge her, but as her daughter grew older, her appearance became too outstanding. Since last year, Qiao's control has gradually tightened, and Fu Rong is easily prohibited from running around unless he is accompanied by an elder.

"What do you want to buy? My mother sends someone over and asks the other side to send things for you to pick." When the official brother was most inseparable, Qiao was reluctant to go out, and asked his daughter doubtfully, "You are not worried Have you been seen? Why do you want to go out?"

Fu Rong didn't answer, but looked a little jealously at his mother's brother who was drinking milk while holding his little hand, and whispered in a low voice, "Mother is partial, she has never fed me."

Qiao's five children, Fu Chen and Fu Wan, were all born in Beijing. At that time, Fu Pinyan needed a lot of money to get a jinshi. In order to save money, Qiao did not hire a nursing mother, but personally fed the children. Later, Fu Rong and Fu Xuan asked the nursing mother to feed the two. Now it’s the youngest official brother, or the last one she gave birth to. Qiao suddenly reluctant to ask outsiders to take care of him. It comes in handy when it is convenient. The so-called Yaozi is favored.

"It's thirteen, and I haven't been serious all day," Joe reached out his hand and nodded his daughter's forehead, staring at his eyes: "On partiality, who can compare to you in the family? Don't be partial to everything if you don't agree. Go up, you are going to talk about it, why do you have to do it yourself if you can save trouble?"

"I want to go out for shopping!" Fu Rong leaned on his mother's shoulder and whispered softly, "I have been raised in Zhuangzi for almost a month, so my mother will let me go out once, accompanied by grandma and family. Huh, what is my mother worried about? Anyway, if you don't agree, you don't like me!"

What she really wants to buy, Ruyi Zhai will not be delivered, she must go there to pick it out.

The mother and daughter were in a stalemate, Fu Pinyan stepped in and walked in. Qiao met, holding his son and sitting with his back facing him. As an old husband and wife, she is naturally not afraid of being looked at by her husband, but her daughter is there. If the husband's eyes float over and let her daughter see it, it would be wrong.

Fu Pinyan didn't go to the couch either, and sat down at the table with a smile and asked his daughter: "I heard you pestering your mother from a distance, what do you want this time?"

Fu Rong obediently poured tea to his father, squeezing his shoulders and beating his back, "I want to go to Ruyi Zhai, my mother is not allowed, dad help me persuade my mother."

When Qiao heard the words, he turned his head and glared at her husband, the meaning is self-evident.

It's a pity that the power of this gaping glance is not as powerful as the coquettishness of the daughter next to him, and Fu Pinyan nodded in response before drinking a cup of tea.

Seeing her daughter flying out of the house like an uncaged lark, Qiao's resentful voice angered her husband: "Okay, I don't care about the heavy things from now on, and I can't control it, just let her beg you to go. Stop! You are your own, I am a stepmother, am I not!"

Fu Pinyan laughed, got up on the couch, hugged her from behind and bit her ears, "Who is so cute and complaining, didn't you all learn from you?" The three daughters are the most like their wives, regardless of their appearance, voice or temper.

He drilled his hand under her skirt, and Qiao couldn't help holding his son and leaning back. Fu Pinyan leaned over to eat her ruddy lips, "You are all my treasures, I am willing to spoil any of them." He is the prefect, and his daughter wants to go shopping. The entire Jizhou Mansion walked sideways with her.

Moisturizing twice in one night, the next morning, Qiao's is as beautiful as a branch of crabapple, without the need for powder, it is amazing in the world.

The three sisters Fu Rong came to greet her. Seeing the glamorous color remaining in her mother's eyebrows, Fu Rong quietly praised her father. It is said that women are used to blowing pillow breeze to men. In fact, the reverse is the same. When you are in love, you are confused and only make people forget everything, but ask the other half to make her happy.

With the thoughts, Xu Jin's tight and strong arms suddenly broke into his mind, followed by a powerful **** in the dark, like being on the scene.

Fu Rong calmly poured himself a cup of tea, and had to say that it had nothing to do with love or love at all, it was pure physical work.

Qiao's face was reddish when she saw her, just as excited, she had a cold heart, and she caught a glimpse of her daughter’s broken hair on the forehead, and couldn’t bear it. He turned to Sister Fu Wan and asked, “I’m going to Ruyizhai today. Let’s go check it out and see if there are any new styles over there. If you like it, buy two."

When I was poor, I hoped that my family would have money. When I was rich, the first thing I thought of was not myself, but to dress all three daughters beautifully.

Fu Xuanxian said, "I'm still young and I don't need any jewelry, so I won't go."

Fu Rong glanced at his sister, knowing that she didn't want to delay studying. The family hired a female husband, who taught from six to thirteen years old. She studied in the morning and the etiquette female celebrity in the afternoon, and then she followed her mother to learn the housekeeping. Sisters and younger sisters follow this path. Only she, relying on her parents' love, learns everything from three days of fishing and two days of drying the net.

Therefore, in her previous life, she did well in the fascinating things of etiquette, but she didn't have much pen and ink in her belly, and she liked dressing most.

At that time, young and frivolous and ignorant, the girls at the banquet competed for tea, and she went to hang out with her good friends, sneering at it. To this day, Fu Rong still doesn't like this kind of elegance, but he has learned it, and it's not bad to use it to decorate the facade if necessary. Those princesses in the capital, which one has no talent?

After figuring it out, Fu Rong touched his sister's head and said with a smile: "Xuan Xuan is really good, I will go to school with you when I look back, and I will learn the new."

Fu Xuan didn't believe it at all, and didn't doubt it. Quan was deaf.

Fu Rong looked at her sister.

Fu Wan actually didn't want to go out. Her younger sister looked so petite and she looked like a little girl. She was too late, but she was worried about her younger sister, "Mother, let me go with Dongnong."

Qiao asked the maid Qiao Xing to arrange for the two girls to go out in the carriage.

Fu Xuan went to the Jingxintang for class first. Fu Rong sat in front of his mother's dressing mirror and worried about the mirror: "Mother, what if the wind blows up my hair? I don't want people to see it." She lost her mother’s jewelry box. There was no jewelry that could block her forehead.

Come out of his own stomach, Qiao still doesn't understand what his daughter thinks?

Give the official brother to Fu Wan to watch. Qiao walked to the mirror, picked up her daughter's Liu Haier and looked at it, picked out a silver chain and pearl eyebrow pendant from the jewelry box and placed it in front of her daughter's forehead, and asked in the mirror. "How about this?"

The little girl in the mirror smiled and curled her mouth, "Mother, help me put it on."

Qiao squeezed her small face and combed a simple single snail bun for her daughter again. He was about to choose a beaded flower to put on the top of her daughter's hair. Fu Rong urged: "First wear eyebrows and heart pendants!"

There were only a few of them in the room, and the Qiao family didn't feel angry and said, "Who would watch? I even wiped your fart..."

"Mother!" Fu Rong blocked his ears not to listen.

On the couch, Fu Wan blushed with a smile, and looked at her sister from a distance. She was squeamish, how she liked it.

After finally cleaning up, Fu Rong turned around and ran to her sister, deliberately tilting his head up: "Well?"

Fu Wan hugged her younger brother.

The little girl had only a white jade apricot flower beaded in her bun, which complemented her soft and bright blue silk. She wore a silver chain and pearl eyebrow drop between her forehead. Several small beads formed a plum blossom shape, just to cover the small hole, and then followed the white jade. The beaded flowers are fresh and elegant, setting the younger sister's natural snowy skin, like a flower like a fairy.

Fu Wan nodded, looked up and down, and suggested: "Go and change into light-colored clothes. This set is too glamorous and doesn't go well with jewelry."

Fu Rongzheng had this intention, and his little brother's little face led Lan Xiang back.

Qiao was still standing in front of the mirror, smiling and greeted her eldest daughter: "Come here, mother, there is also a pendant with gold and red agate. Mother will comb you a bun like your sister." Her heart is not partial. Yes, turn around and make a suitable one to the little girl.

The frowning eyebrows were actually very swaggering. Fu Wan was embarrassed to wear it and said she would not go over. Qiao didn't follow it. She should have dressed the eldest daughter again. It happened that Fu Wan was dressed in the right color, and Qiao restrained her from letting her. Go away, lest she go back to the room and change it secretly.

After a while, Fu Rong went and returned. He went into the room and saw his sister's new makeup. He was stunned on the spot, "My sister is so beautiful!"

If she is dressed as a white rose, pure and elegant, her elder sister is the red rose with her, bright and charming.

Fu Wan blushed, and she took her sister to say goodbye to her mother: "Then let's go first."

Qiao sent the two daughters to the door, "Come back early, don't delay for too long." Then he ordered the maids and women who followed to take care of them.

Everyone responded.

"What the **** does my sister want to buy?" Fu Wan asked curiously as the carriage walked steadily.

Fu Rong said with sorrow, "Huatian, no matter how beautiful the eyebrows are, they won't stick tightly here, they are easy to see when they lower their heads."

Fu Wan nodded, "Then why have to go there in person?"

Fu Rong chuckled: "I want to see if there are any skilled craftsmen who can make huatian in Ruyizhai. If there are some, I will buy them home and make them for me. When that happens, I will change them every day. Did you pick it out?"

Such things as Huatian are very colorful and flourish. They were very popular in the early days when the folk customs were open, so that domestic maidservants also had this kind of craftsmanship. Unfortunately, the founding emperor of Liang was born in recklessness and disliked the luxury of the most. Suppressed, Hua Tian is one of them. Nowadays, elegant dresses are prevalent, and it is rare for a female family to wear Huatian, and no one usually learns it. The real craftsman of Fu Rongxun in the previous life took a lot of effort.

"Only you are clever." Fu Wan smiled, and wanted to ask her sister why she didn't ask Ruyizhai to send the candidate over, but she had already gone out, so it wasn't worth asking the bottom line.

Unconsciously, the carriage stopped in front of Ruyizhai.

The woman in the back walked quickly, set up the wooden stool, raised the curtain to help the two get out of the car.

The sun was shining brightly, shining shining light on the dresses of the sisters, the pearl agate gleaming between the foreheads, and the reflected light dazzled people's eyes.

On the second floor of Ruyizhai, the boy in Yijinpao was just standing in front of the window to breathe. He saw a somewhat familiar carriage approaching from a distance, and his eyes followed him. When the Fu sisters got out of the car one after another, the folding fan in his hand could no longer be shaken, and he couldn't help but step forward, getting closer to the window, as if he could see more clearly in this way.