The Way of Favors

The morning light was faint, Mei Xianglanxiang got up early, and directed the little maids to tidy up the yard in an orderly manner.

There was a shower of rain last night, and yellow mud was splashed on the turquoise leaves of the rose in the flower pond. The spots must be wiped off carefully.

"Look at these buds, which are so close together, they will be very beautiful after a few days. If the colors are different, it would be even better." Outside the window of Qian Shao, a little girl in her early ten years was pleasantly surprised.

"Be quiet, the girl hasn't gotten up yet." The companion who wiped the leaves with her immediately hissed to remind.

The soft voices of the little girls drifted into the room with the fragrance of flowers, as sweet as the birds singing on the branches.

Fu Rong closed his eyes and listened. He once felt it again in the ordinary morning in her eyes, and felt that it was exceptionally comfortable and beautiful.

How can it not be beautiful?

This is her teenage time, the happiest time in a girl's life. Almost all girls have heard this statement. It would be more rules to be a daughter-in-law of others, but only when you really get married can you realize the difference between the two lives.

The beauty is like a flower, it blooms and wilts to death.

But God took good care of her and gave her the second spring, so that she could drive again seriously and show the most beautiful look.

Mei Xiang picked up the curtain to come in, and saw her girl lying on a cushion that was as long as one person specially ordered to make the embroidery room a while ago, with her legs raised high, alternating movements regularly in a slow rhythm. The loose light green gauze trousers faded to the roots of the thighs at some point, revealing beautiful slender and well-proportioned legs, white as jade, and the cute little feet seem only the size of a palm. The light pink nails are clean and shiny, which is more attractive than any Cotan.

The scene was so beautiful, even if she had been watching it for almost two months, Mei Xiang couldn't help but stop, and forgot to reply for the time being. She just stood aside with her breath holding her breath and looked at her girl quietly.

If those two legs are the most beautiful in the world, the only thing that can stand beside them is the beautiful face of the girl. Because of this special morning exercise, the little girl blushed pretty, like the gentle sunset on the horizon, and like the first dust of a peony blooming. The eyes moistened by Qiushui closed comfortably, but the rosy lips opened slightly, letting out a light breath.

In the quiet girl's boudoir, the increasing breathing inexplicably made the heart beat faster.

Why is it so?

Meixiang suddenly remembered that once the girl sent her to get something from the wife, she heard this panting when she walked to the door of the house. The light one belongs to the lady, soft and tender, and there is another heavy one, slow but domineering. She was wondering, sister Qiao Xing came over from the other side and whispered her to go...

Later, Mei Xiang understood what was going on. The lady was beautiful and charming, no wonder the master loved her, but now Mei Xiang felt that the girl would pant even more when she was tired from morning exercises than when she was spoiled, and she will have an uncle...

"What are you thinking about there, your face is blushing." Fu Rong stood up after the last round, her legs were sore, she bent down to pound her, the tulle pajamas hung from her neck, and there were two small lotuses inside. There is nowhere to hide the micro tip.

Mei Xiang blushed and kept her eyes closed. She walked around Fu Rong, putting her back to her and packing up the cushions, boasting, "I didn't think the girl just lay down. She stood up and looked a little bit taller." The girl loves to listen. Yes, the girl will forget her gaffe.

Fu Rong was overjoyed, "Really?"

The man has run to the mirror.

Mei Xiang hugged the cushion and walked to her side and nodded with a smile, "The girl is indeed a little bit older, at her age. When she was already tall, she couldn't tell if it was due to morning exercises, but the girl's complexion was obviously better. Every day, the flowers are generally fresh and beautiful, so they are still useful."

Fu Rong listened, but said nothing.

Can she look bad?

Both father and mother were smart people. After the sister explained the reasons for the punishment of Bai Zhi, they suspected Qi Ce. After the Dragon Boat Festival, Qi's family posted two posts and his mother refused. With such an attitude, the Qi family really came to propose a marriage, and their parents could not agree. Even if the Qi family was eloquent and persuaded them to waver, the sister who already hated Qi Ce would not respond. The elder sister is sensible and didn't let her elders worry about it, but she is not timid, she will naturally reason with her parents about things she doesn't like.

So she was in a good mood. She was destined not to marry the hypocrite again for her sister, and ushered in another spring for her sister.

Taking a shower and dressing happily, Fu Rong picked up a light green pleated skirt embroidered with broken flowers and went to the front yard. The family is all here, and Fu Rong proudly said to his mother: "Mother, when you make us new clothes, let the embroidery room measure the size for me again. I'm growing again."

Qiao knew that his daughter had learned some tricks for legs with Liang Yingfang, and they were so crazy. The first few days when they saw them, they asked if they noticed her changes. In the end, the eldest son hid from her for three consecutive days. Take this seriously.

However, Fu Chen stared at Fu Rong and nodded. When Fu Rong thought he also saw her tall, he said with disgust: "Eating so much every day, the waist must be fat too, indeed..."

The latter words couldn't continue. Seeing his sister gritted her teeth and lunged at him, Fu Chen quickly got up and ran outside.

"You have the ability to stop!"

"You have the ability to catch up with me!"

The brothers and sisters ran around the laurel trees in the courtyard. Guan'er likes to watch his brothers and sisters making trouble. He stretched his neck and looked out, giggling.

After Fu Rong grabbed Fu Chen and beat him twice, Fu Pinyan said with a stern father: "Okay, come back and sit down quickly. The boss is not young. I am not afraid of people laughing."

"Brother bullied me first." Fu Rong glared at Fu Chen, but the hand under the table quietly squeezed his waist, unable to tell if his brother was joking.

Fu Wan caught a glimpse of his little sister's little actions, fearing that her sister would not eat well if she believed it, so she smiled and said, "Don't listen to your brother's nonsense, Denon is longer, and his waist is a lot thinner." It came to Fu Rong's ear.

Fu Rong was more relieved, but he deliberately ate less, but Fu Pinyan found out and forced her to eat another bean paste bun. Fu Chen snickered, Fu Pinyan snorted coldly, and punished him to write an article on the art of war. Reluctantly, it would be considered impartial...

After the meal, Fu Xuan went to study. When the Qiao family wanted to see the housekeepers, Sister Fu Rong went to the lake to enjoy the cold with her official brother.

"Sister, look at how fast your brother walks." In Shuixie, Fu Rong taught him to walk with his brother's arm. Guan'er's two legs alternated very fast, walking from one end to the other with only a short length. Kung fu made Fu Rong sweat on his forehead. Guan Ge'er is short, she has to cat her waist, of course it is not easy.

"Come here and sit down for a while," Fu Wan stopped the needle and thread in her hand and looked at them with a smile, her eyebrows and eyes soft as water, more touching than a piece of watery lotus behind her.

Fu Rong was really out of strength. He picked up his brother and kissed him, deliberately sitting on the side away from Fu Wan, so as not to play with the sewing basket.

Fu Wan lowered his head and continued, and the little brother's tiger baby belly was almost completed.

Fu Rong grabbed the little bad hand on her forehead from her younger brother again, and helplessly persuaded her sister: "You said it was out to play, why don't you still keep sewing? It depends on how well the lotus blooms in our house. It would be fine if my brother and father were at home. , You can go to the boat to play, I want to pick the flowers by myself and put them in the house."

Fu Wan stabbed her without raising her head: "After all, the scar is forgotten to hurt. Who fell into the water before? Relying on her own ability, she became fat again, right?"

Fu Rong smiled bitterly: "It's okay, it's okay, just forget it, let Yingfang row me on a boat tomorrow, Zhulin Temple Jingxin Lake is the first lake in Xindu, with lotus leaves, much more fun than ours."

Fu Wan frowned.

The day before yesterday Liang Yingfang suddenly ran over and asked her three sisters to go to Zhulin Temple for incense. Fu Wan avoided Liang Tong and didn't want to go, but she couldn't stand Liang Yingfang's request for help. For a girl who had no mother for a long time, her eyes were red when she mentioned that she was offering incense for her mother. She looked at her as if she regarded her as a sister. How could she refuse it coldly?

Put on the drapery, and you are not afraid to meet anyone.

The next morning, Qiao personally led his three daughters into the carriage, and Fu Chen accompanied them on horseback.

The brothers and sisters of Liang Tong outside the city have been waiting for a while. They saw Fu’s carriage coming out of the city gate from a distance. Liang Tong immediately got off the horse and strode to the front of the carriage after the carriage stopped to greet him: “Shaoqu hasn’t visited for a long time, auntie How have you been?"

Fu Rong looked at his mother, saw her nodding, opened the curtain with a smile, blinked at Liang Yingfang beside Liang Tong, and then retracted her head to facilitate her mother's questioning.

Qiao took a quick look, and saw that the young man outside was wearing a dark gray narrow-sleeved robe, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, tall and straight, his eyes drooping respectfully and politely.

Liang Tong has been to his home several times, and Qiao also likes this hearty boy who takes good care of her son. He smiled and said, "Okay, Lao Shaoqu is bothering, and he’s hot outside. Get on the horse first. When you arrive at Zhulin Temple, you can’t relive the old days. Late. Should Yingfang come up and sit down?"

Just as Liang Yingfang was about to speak, Fu Rong had already stood up: "I should go to Yingfang's car. We have many families, and it's too crowded to sit together."

Qiao told her, "Is Yingfang invited you? I don't understand it at all."

Liang Yingfang stretched out her hand to help Fu Rong, and said with a smile: "Auntie said this is really out of the ordinary, I don't pay attention to this with Nongnong."

Liang Tong took the opportunity to secretly look at Fu Wan on Qiao's side.

Fu Wan kept looking down and sitting still.

Liang Tong only took a look and then retreated. Although his sweetheart didn't look at him and was able to see her, the two months of lovesickness were not in vain.

Today, he took the opportunity to explain to her the previous rudeness, and then express his thoughts. As long as Fu Wan didn't refuse, he would go to Fu's family to propose marriage, and he was ready to marry his wife immediately. He has a love for his children, he can’t meet if he wants to meet, and he can’t strike up a conversation when he meets, so he tortured people. He thinks he has no patience.

In the carriage over there, Liang Yingfang whispered to Fu Rong: "Why auntie is here too? Then can we steal it?"

Fu Rong said indifferently, "Don't worry, my brother is also there, and it doesn't matter if he is with my mother."

Liang Yingfang reluctantly pulled out a smile.

She was familiar with the three sisters of the Fu family. She thought that only Fu Wan and Fu Rong would come, so she only had to pull Fu Rong away, and the silly brother would be able to talk to Sister Wan. Liang Yingfang knew that this was not good, but for the first time his brother was tempted, and he repeatedly asked and promised not to offend sister Wan. Liang Yingfang couldn't help but want to help her brother once. She also likes Sister Wan. If Sister Wan is moved by her brother, she will be happier than her brother. If Sister Wan gets annoyed, she will sincerely admit her mistakes and never do such things again.

But today there are so many people in the Fu family, can the silly brother find a chance? Should we just give up the bad plan that might offend Sister Fu Rong, and she will spread the word for her brother directly?

Liang Yingfang couldn't make up his mind, so he raised the curtains to look outside, and saw his brother riding on the horse, his body straight, but his neck tilted toward the Fu's carriage.

Forget it, let it go.

The author has something to say:

King Su: If you didn't let me play and even hooked her to me, what hatred do I have with you?

Fu Rong: The enemy of a pit!

King Su: I didn't ask you. So so and so, do you have the courage to write and bubbling? Hurry up to arrange for me to pant with her, and I will spare you once.

Fu Rong: Suffocating yourself in the little black room, rogue!