Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 553
Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Yang heard the words, "uh, Mrs. Lin, you are too romantic... You are so free and easy, more romantic than the women in the brothel, Qixia Mountain, why don't you usually see it.

Sima Yunxue suddenly felt hands under her skirt rubbing her legs, her heart beat violently, and she almost cried out.

Who else is there besides Xie Fu, this bastard is not dizzy yet, he is so patient, he covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief in his slender hand, and coughed a few times to release his shock.

Seeing the effect, Mrs. Lin said with a charming smile, "Not only that, but to tell you the truth, I also like Mr. Xie. If I'm seventeen or eighteen years younger, it's still a budding flower." , I am definitely not going to marry him."

When the words are exaggerated, it becomes funny.

Moreover, Mrs. Lin's expression, demeanor and tone are very well-balanced, she is not only laughing at herself, but also seems to be teasing a certain junior.

Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Yang smiled, knowing that Mrs. Lin is very good at such flirtatious words, and there must be a follow-up, so they didn't strike up a conversation.

Sima Yunxue's mind was not on Mrs. Lin's words at this moment, she evaded her feet, and said yes with a faint hum.

Mrs. Lin sighed: "It's a pity that now it's the willows in the setting sun, and there are wrinkles on my face unconsciously. I don't know the time. When I look in the mirror one day, I don't bother to put on the powder. No matter how much powder I put on, I can't compare it." Thinking of a young lady, it really makes people miss their girlhood."

As soon as Madam Lin changed the subject, she naturally led the topic to the ruthless years, which made the ladies sympathize.

Mrs. Yang stood up and sang directly: "Concentric boat renews marriage, hides together in the misty river, and looks at the half moon in the water ashamedly, you come to Qinghua as a slave, and elope with you to the end of the world, the red moon is harmonious..."

Mrs. Yang's voice came together, and the song floated around the scene. Sima Yunxue's heart trembled suddenly, touching her heart, she was so envious, she blurted out and asked, "What song... oh."

Liu Mei raised her eyebrows, but her eyes, which were as bright as stars, swayed, as if being stirred and muddy, with a bit of haze.

But there is a hand dishonestly going up the ankle, under the skirt is the forbidden place for the woman Jade Crane, and in addition to the hot weather, she only wears a small and short gauze, how can she bear such a situation? tease.

Simply stand up, pretend to shake off your dress, and step on Xie Fu's hands under your feet. If they are exposed on the spot, I will kill them all. What you want to do is absolutely impossible.

Mrs. Lin was very excited when she saw that Mrs. Wang had only listened to the first song, and said with a smile: "This piece is very famous, hasn't Mrs. Wang heard it?"

Sima Yunxue sat down again, and replied, "No, what's your name?"

Mrs. Zhao said: "This song is called "Three Kowtows with Flowers and Candles in the Bridal Chamber""

Then he took over Mrs. Yang's song and sang: "The wind and snow covered the sky, the moonlight was covered by the ceremonial table, and the hall was illuminated by two candles. The boatman's daughter entered the bridal chamber with tears, and poured a cup to thank the world. I can have a sympathetic relationship with you..."

The style of music changed suddenly, from extremely sweet to extremely sad.

Although Mrs. Zhao is not a famous actress, she is very familiar with this song. It seems that she has sung it quite often.

Mrs. Lin responded without appointment: "Cunxin looks forward to being buried together, my lady, don't be alarmed, a new house will be set up on Huangquan Road, and Naihe Bridge will continue the fate of Luoshui..."

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The three wives sang the last sentence in unison: "Drunk the candlestick with Qing."

This song is full of beautiful art and human sorrows and joys, which is most suitable for these ladies to moan without illness.

Sima Yunxue's eyes were slightly moist after listening to it, and she felt empathy with her body and mind. This song was tailor-made for her. I have the heart to die calmly, but it's a pity that you can't accompany me on the road to Huangquan.

Mrs. Lin saw that Mrs. Wang was worried, but she hadn't recovered from the song, so she asked softly, "Mrs. Wang, is this song still good?"

Sima Yunxue said frankly: "The song is beautiful and the lyrics are so beautiful, people are so envious." This is her sincere words, she is very envious.

Mrs. Lin knew that the heat was almost ready, she said with a smile: "Madam Wang, does anyone know who composed this song?"

"Who..." Sima Yunxue stopped talking in the middle of her sentence, it couldn't be him!
"The composer of this song is Li Shaodian, a talented scholar with seven stars in Yangzhou."

When Sima Yunxue heard that there was someone else, she said in a huff: "The person who can compose this song is a sentimental and infatuated person."

Mrs. Zhao said lightly: "Mrs. Wang, Li Shaodian is Mr. Xie."

After Sima Yunxue was surprised, she took it for granted. She stayed with Xie Fu for a while, and knew that Xie Fu was a very talented person. The hands that were trampled to death under her feet relaxed a little.

Mrs. Lin rolled up her sleeves, revealing the seven-star plum blossom mark on her snow-white and plump forearm, and giggled: "Li Shaodian is not only my dream lover, Li Meilin, but if you hug her, you will earn money. If it weren't for Mrs. Wang, you suddenly appeared , I want to embrace it in my arms and cherish it."

Mrs. Lin's image at the moment has the grace and grace of a noble lady, but is also witty and playful.

Plus, the bolder the words, the more understated the question.

Having said all this, Sima Yunxue took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey and said with a smile: "So you are all Li Shaodian's admirers." Speaking of admiration, she also adores the sound of Mr. Jiao's flute. and nothing.

Mrs. Lin chuckled: "Anyway, I am, so I don't know if others are?" She said and looked at Mrs. Zhao meaningfully.

Mrs. Zhao has always been dignified and graceful, but at this moment, Mrs. Lin pushed her onto the table. She gave Mrs. Lin an angry look, and gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing the seven-star plum blossom mark on her arm.

Sima Yunxue smiled wryly in her heart, even loved others generously, but I couldn't express it.

His brows frowned suddenly, and then they bent more and more suddenly, twisting into waves, as if he was enduring something.

again!

The position of the ankle is light and soft, and you can feel the kind of love that you can't put it down.

He wanted to trample this nonsense hand to death, but he was not willing.

That's all... that's all...

But my heart is willing, but my body is not.

Sima Yunxue almost snorted, quickly took a sip of tea, wiped her mouth with the silk handkerchief, and bit the silk handkerchief hard with her white teeth concealed.

The misunderstanding was completely resolved, Madam Lin smiled and said: "Madam Wang, this is my eldest daughter, Lin Gangling."

"Gang Ling, come, see Mrs. Wang."

Lin Gangling, with a gentle appearance of knowing the book and respecting the ceremony, saluted generously: "Gangling pays homage to Mrs. Wang."

Sima Yunxue hummed, both lazily and arrogantly, "Be less polite."

Mrs. Lin thought to herself, her eldest daughter, regardless of her appearance, temperament and talent, anyone who saw her couldn't help but praise her, but this Mrs. Wang was careless, as if she didn't pay attention.Looks like I like a good reminder.

But how did she know that Sima Yunxue didn't pay attention inadvertently, but she was dealing with those thieves physically and mentally, and her heart was agitated, worrying that if the thieves were up, she wouldn't be able to close the scene. Fortunately, the thieves are thieves It's not too much of a thief, I only love her pair of bright and clean crescent moons.

Mrs. Lin said with a smile: "Gangling loves to be quiet. There is nothing else he likes more than holding a book. By the way, I heard that Wang Yunzhi's son is also calm and quiet, and he especially likes to read."

Sima Yunxue took the opportunity to let out a soft brow, and relieved her breath. For Yunzhi, her impression was from her childhood, and she didn't have a deep impression of what she looks like now.

A few days ago, when Wang Zuoda passed away, Yunzhite came to see him and greet him, but he was already a handsome and well-mannered nobleman.

She smiled slightly: "My deepest impression is that when Yunzhi was young, he liked to follow Wanzhi's buttocks. He was obviously a little timid, but he was also a little bit unwilling to admit defeat."

Wang Yunzhi's little Wang Wanzhi is about half a year old, and likes to follow his cousin. Every time he comes back, the two children are in a mess, so Sima Yunxue washes Yunyi together. Sometimes, the two children play all night long. If it gets too deep, just spend the night with her.

Mrs. Lin said with a smile: "Mrs. Wang, why don't you let Yunzhi and Gang Ling meet, maybe the two people who love reading can have a lot of topics to talk about."

Mrs. Yang thought to herself when she heard the words, good Mrs. Yang, it turns out that you beat me to sell my daughter's idea by borrowing flowers and presenting Buddha, so I apologize.

Sima Yunxue knew it well, and said calmly: "I can't make up my mind, you go and tell Yunzhi yourself, or say hello to Second Uncle."

Mrs. Lin said with a smile: "Lord Wang is busy every day, how can he have time to take care of such trivial matters, this prince stays in the study in the mansion every day, where can anyone arrest him, Mrs. Wang, your aunt, will pass the message on your behalf. , Say hello to Prince Wang."

Sima Yunxue bit her lip slightly, and lowered her head, thief, don't go too far, what are you scratching, my feet are not strings.

Mrs. Lin saw that Mrs. Wang should not respond, and said with a smile: "As far as I know, Mr. Wang respects your aunt very much."

Sima Yunxue responded: "Okay, I'll just tell Yunzhi." She didn't want to smudge any more.

Mrs. Lin said happily, "Mrs. Wang, thank you very much."

At this time, Mrs. Yang said, "Yueyi also likes to read, how about having more companions?"

Mrs. Zhao gently supported her forehead, knowing that Mrs. Lin and Yang would start to fight openly and secretly again.

Mrs. Lin was thinking of blocking Mrs. Yang's words back, but she didn't expect Mrs. Wang to respond quickly: "Okay."

……

Xie Fu was in a dream like he was in a daze, he only felt that the body fragrance of a gentle woman was filling his surroundings, it was so refreshing, it made his heart skip a beat and he almost fainted.

This feeling is so hazy, like the first heartbeat of a teenager.

That day, he met a beautiful woman on the street, and he suddenly became enlightened, and he just stared at it like this.

The word "woman" suddenly became clear in my heart.

Her figure is so light and graceful, her face is extraordinarily elegant and noble, her black hair is so glossy and smooth, even her temples rippling in the wind are so erratic...

Xie Fu didn't know which lady she was, but he just stood by the road she had to pass every day, looking at her exquisite and graceful figure.

Looking at her gentle and elegant appearance, watching her frowning, watching her smile when her red lips are slightly curled up.

Looking at it, he longed to be close, to be cared and loved.

He even had evil thoughts to sneak into her skirt and clothes.

He didn't know if this was considered lustful, he just longed to see the invisible things, what kind of beauty was under the clothes, and how charming it looked when he was not wearing clothes.

Let this beautiful and hazy imagination have a clear impression.

Sometimes if you don't meet her, you will feel melancholy all day long.

Finally one day, he plucked up the courage to walk towards him, and while his ears and cheeks were flushed and his heart was pounding, he silently passed by, leaving only a gentle fragrance behind.

It's this gentle smell right now, so happy, satisfying, intoxicating.

That was his first love, his secret love, a beautiful woman whose name he didn't even know.

Later, the woman no longer appeared, and Xie Fu gradually forgot his first heartbeat.

He kissed it contentedly, it was as soft and tender as imagined, with a trace of warmth, and then he was drunk in this gentle fragrance...

(End of this chapter)