The world is for the public GL

Dongchi, Zhucheng, Xiangfu.

Recently, the stewards of the hospital finally breathed a sigh of relief, using the clear water from the well to shine on their faces, which is rare and symmetrical.

Hey, but the maids are in trouble again.

Under the corridor, several maids stood up together, staring at the whip that was specially used to teach people in the hands of their young lady, dangling back and forth.

Outside the corridor, it was a beautiful scene of flowers falling, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of petals.

On the corridor, Feng Ge is still wearing a thread-colored green gauze dress on the sandalwood board cushion, leaning against the corridor door, her long hair and skirt are casually falling on her legs, and several open or closed picture books are half covered on the floor.

"Well, Xiaoli is lying down, and Xiaotao is sitting on Xiaoli's body."

So the maid stepped forward nervously, one of them lay down according to the master's will, and the other sat on the lying person as if leaning on a collapse.

"No, sit on it with your legs open."

Hearing this, the maid's jade face instantly turned red.

Although they are all unmarried women, there are old and young in the family, no matter how bad they are, they like to be curious about men and women in private.

In the first two or three days, they just had a strange problem with the young lady, and asked her to pose in various poses for her all day long, but the later, the more subtle it became.

"Didn't I let you sit on it?"

The whip knocked on the sandalwood board on the ground, and Feng Ge glanced at Nan Wu next to him, and held up the booklet on the page to show her: "The one below should be stronger, otherwise it would be a lot of tossing."

After tossing for a long time, five or six maids looked at each other, blushing so hard that they didn't dare to look at each other.This is clearly teaching people to do such nasty things.

A maid gritted her teeth and came forward and said, "Miss, the flowers have bloomed very well these past two days, I'll help you pick the petals to sprinkle."

"Oh." Hearing that he actually wanted to take the initiative to do that kind of hard work, instead of lying here quietly and posing for a few poses, Feng Ge raised his eyes to look at the trees with petals falling in the wind in the garden, and then said: "No need, change it, let me see if you put on such a look.".

So he stretched out his hand and turned the drawing book over to show the maid.

I saw a woman in the painting with her knees on the ground, with her hands in front of her, her waist bent like a beast. Behind her buttocks, another woman stood upright and knelt with her hands stroking her back. breath.

The maid waited for the people next to her to drag Haosheng away and comfort her for a while, and then she recovered, crying bitterly: "Miss, women can't see these things, they can't see them."

Feng Ge disagrees: "Since the painting is about women and women, it is naturally for women to see, otherwise what kind of people should it be for?"

The maid's speech is no longer articulate.

However, the maids fully understood that while the lady was reading the picture book, she was using them as decorations, and the things on display were all things that would damage the innocence of the girl's family. I had no choice but to wait with her.

After reading one book in hand, I changed to another, and sighed: "Oh, this painting should be drawn with embroidery thread. It's a bit rotten after only a few days."

At such a time, having a maid is still a duty, and when she sees Mr. Xiang coming, she sneaks up and says, "Master Xiang is coming here. Miss, this painting should never be seen by Mr. Xiang." gone."

They were just a group of servants, and they felt ashamed when they saw this picture book. If the dignified Prime Minister Dongchi saw his daughter playing with this kind of thing all day long, he might be furious.

Feng Zengnian, Xiangcheng of Dongchi, liked the yard she prepared for her daughter very much.

Except for the house on the corridor, the courtyard is full of long-flowering trees that are suitable for planting in Dongchi. The trails are all cut with high-quality bluestone. As soon as I entered the hospital, I felt good.

Mr. Xiang stroked his beard with his right hand, and behind his left hand, his face was full of spring breeze. He smelled the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard and stepped on the bluestone. It looks like the book is coming, don't you want to play these children's games?"

The maid's face was flushed, juice was squeezed out of the petals in her hand, she lowered her head and said, "Miss, Miss..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiangcheng Feng Zengnian strode forward with his hands behind his back, extremely happy: "Haha, sure enough, reading a book among the petals is more picturesque."

Although in Dongchi, women rarely need to know politics and study books, but Dongchi is a place that highly respects poetry, prose and Fu. If a lady can recite a few lines, she can also add some good reputation to herself.

Pian Fengge is a person who suffers from headaches when she typed small words, no matter how beautiful the poems are put in front of her, she will not read or listen to them.

After inviting so many gentlemen, I can still read a few words, but I can't read a single line of poetry.So a few days ago when the people below found out that Miss was reading a book, Xiang Cheng beamed with joy.

Sure enough, the daughter has grown up and knows that she is going to marry, so she starts to cultivate her body and mind.

Although the notoriety has been spread among the people, but if he can raise a good name around the monarch, the future will be long, and the world will know that his Feng Zengnian's daughter is not an ordinary woman.

The more he pondered, the happier Feng Zengnian walked, and when he reached the front of the porch, he saw his daughter who was carrying a pile of books and was about to enter the house, suddenly fell down and pulled the gauze shirt to cover the books go in.

"It's unreasonable, how can anyone cover the book of sages under their skirts." If outsiders find out, wouldn't they be criticizing his daughter for being so contemptuous of sages?

"Why didn't Daddy go to sword practice today?" Feng Ge opened the gauze skirt a little more with a look of incomprehension, with a pleasing smile on his face.

The Prime Minister took off his boots on the porch and recently sat beside his daughter, stretched out his hand, and said kindly, "Daddy is busy outside all day, so he finally has some free time. He must come and see my daughter who is about to get married. My married daughter has been studying books every day recently, and I am very pleased for my father."

"Daddy knows that I don't like to read those poems and songs, so I just read some folk tales to pass the time."

"Oh, the folk tales are mostly nonsense, it's better for women to read less."

Hearing that her daughter was reading the idle books that people in the wine bar passed away for entertainment, the joy on Feng Zengnian's face faded, but thinking about her daughter's idleness in the yard every day to watch the falling flowers, she stopped. Say more.

But when he left, he was still quite uneasy: "It's He Shu, I'll take a look at it for you first as a father."

At this moment, Feng Ge stood up and was about to see off her serious, upright, law-abiding father, who prided himself on being upright and in a high position, unexpectedly, his father suddenly turned around and picked up the scriptures on the ground.

Hey, when the flowers bloom outside the courtyard, they are green, red, pink and yellow, very elegant.

Feng Zengnian is a man in his forties with a black beard and a white face. His pair of phoenix eyes, which are somewhat similar to his daughter's, stare at the different paintings on the pages of the drawing book.

The black beard slowly fell apart for a while, the eyebrows also stood upright, and the pale face was ruddy.

"Shameless!"

Feng Zengnian again ordered the attendants to bring the books on the ground, but they were all unsightly picture books, without any duplicate samples, so he tore them up with great arrogance.

While tearing it up, he was very angry: "You are a boudoir girl, where did you get this thing?"

Although Xiangye Feng Zengnian is not often in the mansion, but his precious daughter's movements have always been very well grasped, obviously he has never been out of the mansion, how can anyone in the mansion have such things.

So he questioned the maids and others, and confirmed that the maids have been staying in the mansion in peace recently, and have not moved around randomly.

Feng Zengnian looked at Nan Wu with his reddened eyes, and Nan Wu who was standing beside Feng Ge looked back at him.

Feng Zengnian has practiced martial arts for many years. When he first met, he concluded that this new maid had deep scars on her face, and she must not be an ordinary person. If she saw her again, the uneasiness in her heart deepened even more. Zhong: "Then it's only you."

Nan all said that these picture books were indeed brought in by her, there is no way to deny it, and it seems that she should not admit it.

Originally, when Daddy interrogated the other maids, Feng Ge just stared at them, kept silent, and was also afraid in his heart. Although Daddy doted on him, there are many ways to punish others.

Seeing her father turning his head and targeting Nan Wu, Feng Ge stood up: "I ordered her to do it, I also read the things, and I was ashamed, Daddy punish me."

"She also knows but doesn't report, this kind of person should not be kept by my side." Feng Zengnian's face darkened, intending to send Nan Wu to the prime minister's house.

"If you drive her away, I will not drink rice water day and night."

"Why are you protecting her?"

"This maid likes it."

Looking at the drawing book in his hand, and then looking at the bodies of the two women, Xiang Ye slammed angrily: "Why are you messing around like this after the big wedding?"

"Whether it's married or not, I just do what I like."

"Then you don't want to marry Chi Yu anymore?"

"What does it have to do with marrying Chi Yu or not?"

"You!" Feng Zengnian was not sure what her daughter meant.

Feng Ge didn't have much contact with people since she was a child, and she often played with a few maids, and she didn't like to listen to people talking about things outside, and she didn't like poetry and songs. wearing something.

Feng Ge only thinks that Nan Wuxian is her maid, and she will take it with her wherever she likes, and even bring it into the palace when she gets married, as long as she will always be with her.

Feng Zengnian told her: "If you marry Chi Yu, then you will be Chi Yu's woman."

"Just do it. Don't everyone say it's okay to be a princess, and everyone says that the king is also a good man, so that's fine."

gas.

Feng Zengnian couldn't explain it clearly, but fortunately Feng Ge didn't mention the matter of not marrying, so it was even more troublesome, but it's better not to let the maid next to him into the palace.

After Feng Zengnian left, a ban was also issued, and people were specially sent to guard the yard. Except for the maids who fetched water and delivered meals, no one was allowed to go out, and he also let go, so the maids no longer had to pick flower petals for the young lady.

Feng Zengnian needs to think about this headache. Right now, there is a war in the ancestors' tomb. At the end of winter, it is the turn of the new year. When Feng Ge enters the palace to marry the monarch, there must be no chaos, let alone any accidents. .

The courtyard became extremely deserted for a moment, Feng Ge found a piece of paper in front of the corridor, it seemed that the maid hadn't cleaned it up just now, and all of them sighed: "It's a pity, my brain hasn't remembered it yet."

"Nan Wu, do you remember what you saw?"

silent.

Sure enough, the maid only brought them for dinner, and the rest of the time, there were only the two of them waiting in the yard, and even the lanterns at night were Nan Wu's support.

Feng Ge used to be accompanied by A-Chan, when A-Chan was gone, she stayed in a daze for a few days, and after Nan Wu came, she asked the maid to pick up flowers every day for Nan Wu to look at.

Later, I pretended to be a young master and went out to meet the world. After playing for a while, my temper became wilder. Then I got a picture book and tortured the new things in it. Now I have nothing. Playing is even more meaningless.

Nan Wu was at the side, but he went there from the beginning, and when it was dark, he held a lamp, and when he saw her walking out, he carried a small lantern and followed.

When the wind is stronger at night, the white petals falling from the branches will be more distinct.

Today's petals didn't have time to sweep away, the ground was covered with a thick layer, Feng Ge lifted the hem of the skirt and stepped on it, it was soft and slightly cool, Nan Wu didn't talk to her, so she had to say by herself: "Daddy said that if I To marry Chi Yu means to be Chi Yu's woman, what does that mean?"

Like those concubines in the prime minister's mansion, they live alone in a small courtyard, and the voices of the women will automatically change when they meet each other, and they will be sarcastic and sarcastic.

Holding the pendulum, she turned to look at Nan Wu: "Is there anything wrong?"

Isn't it just from the young lady of the Xiangfu to the princess who is supported by others? Isn't all women like this?

Nan Wu still didn't speak, a few petals of flowers that fell fell on her shoulders, and they were all in vain.

Feng Ge stretched out his hand to twirl the petals of flowers, and sighed: "Ask these things, I feel really stupid, if I have a mother, I won't be so stupid, she will teach me how to be someone else's daughter, how to behave How can a woman be a princess."

Just like what was said, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion is eccentric and cunning, arrogant and willful. The servants in the mansion trembled when they saw it, and the passers-by retreated for three miles. She repaired all the concubines in the backyard.

Fortunately, being married by the monarch can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people. No ordinary man would dare to marry a woman like her.

"People in the world are really complicated. I do what I like, and I don't like it when I don't like it. Why do I always have to coddle and hold back?"

Feng Ge picked up some petals from the ground, stared at the inside which was mostly white with a little powder, stared at it for a while, then tilted his head at Nanwu and said: "It's like the pink in this flower, although it is eye-catching, but It was just such a different thing.”

"En." Nan Wu responded, and then saw Feng Ge's gauze sleeves shaking in front of him, and threw the white petals with a little powder in them upwards, and for a moment, the fine petals swirled in the wind The tops of their heads, skirts, and the whole body slowly fell.

Thinking about it again, the father's sentence, Chi Yu's woman, something came to Feng Ge's mind, and turned to look at Nan Wu: "Nan Wu is Feng Ge's woman."

Nan Wu was stunned.

Feng Ge didn't understand the deep meaning of this, but she traveled south and north, visited many places, and heard a lot, and she still knew what it meant, that is, two people love each other, have sex on the pillow, and the husband and wife sing along.

The pair of feet without shoes still walked carefully among the fallen petals.

The garden is very large, every tree is taken care of very thoughtfully, and the flowering period is frequent, every few steps she walks, she picks up a lot from the ground and throws them in the air.

Just playing like this, he slowly became happy, his silver bell-like laughter swayed slightly in the night, he started trotting against the wind again, and suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.

Nan Wu, who was following quietly and far away, dropped the lantern in his hand and hurried over, wrapping his arms around the fallen body, his complexion was also very pale.

When he was about to pick her up, his neck was hooked, and the half-closed eyes of the person in front of him opened, and he looked at her happily: "Nan Wu, answer me."

"Ah."

When he stood up, Ren'er held him in his hands, tightly clutching his chest.

Feng Ge hugged her neck: "Nan Wu, don't go back to the house, it's right here."

I like these flowers, white, some pink, yellow.

Nan Wu stood quietly, unable to let go of her hands, feeling that it was very comfortable to hold such a small person on her chest warmly, she looked at the person in her arms who was still squinting and grinning.

Feng Ge's hand circled her neck up and down, and then slowly reached her lips, picking her upper and lower lips, and walked between her teeth.

When pursing her lips, her little fingers playfully entered her mouth and picked up the tip of her tongue.

The little man leaned over his face, bit her neck, and picked out his tongue carefully, his breathing became heavier, and when it reached her ear, he was already calling her name in a half-panting voice: "Nan Wu."

He didn't respond, but when his earlobe was bitten, he unconsciously let out an uh in his throat, and the strength of holding the person in his hands increased a little bit.

"Do you remember those in the picture book?"

The sound of Fengge's breathing was close to her ears, and she slowly gnawed on her cheek until it reached the corner of her mouth. The feeling of her lip print there last time is still fresh in her memory.

This time the force was even stronger, Feng Song sucked her lips.

Nan Wu's mind seemed to be empty, and there was something blocked in her chest, which made her lips move unconsciously, just wanting to be tighter and closer.

Feng Ge's hand hugged her tightly and stopped, the lips of the two were only a little away from each other, she called her: "Nan Wu."

The voice was soft, soft, with panting breaths.

Nan Wu didn't respond, as if everything was irrelevant, she kissed her deeply, all the things that she wanted to say a long time ago were hidden on the tip of her tongue, inch by inch, wanting to fully express.

Slowly bent down, gently put the person on the garden covered with petals.

She remembered everything in the picture book, even how to untie her clothes, she remembered them all, as if they had been repeated in a dream.

Dongchi, Zhucheng, Linhai, the wind is gentle, and the flowering period is the most dense.

The one with the most blooming flowers is the one in Miss Xiangfu's Fengge's courtyard. The branches of the trees are swaying in the wind, and the ground is full of soft and soft petals, as firm as jade.

The wind blows in the ears one after another.

The tree slowly twisted its body, opened its branches and leaves, and the buds were fully exposed.

The sunshine of He Xun will move inch by inch, from the tip of the branch between the brow bone, to the neck branch, and then slowly to the soft arched place, making a circle.

Stirring up the sharp points in the heart of the flower is full of warmth, the sun tightly surrounds the tree, and then goes to the waist-thin branches.

The flower trees trembled in the wind, shaking off the nectar.

Nuan Yang looked for Chu Luyi, but couldn't help swaying a little, as if she was still afraid of burning the newly blooming flowers and trees, very gentle, very lightly, only then felt that the light shone in an inch, another inch, and another inch. Only when you choose, you dare to slowly bask in the dew.

The tree shook its head in the wind, and the petals on its body fluctuated one by one, so the wind came down, still gently soothing it, and slowly searched for the place with deep dew.

The wind has always been fun, not as warm as the sun, but it seems to be afraid of startling the tender tree, slowly playing with the dew hidden in the branches and leaves, and slowly sinking into it like a deep valley, like a fairy pond in the cracks of the branches.

The wind is mischievous and vigorous. It enters and exits the valley. It first enters slowly and then exits. Inside, or outside.

The flowers on the top of the tree are like the waves in the distance of Zhucheng City. They rise and fall from time to time. They blame the wind for being naughty, and they like it so much, so they play with them, and the waves rise and fall.

The sound of the waves, the sound of the wind, and the sound of the trees seemed to grow infinitely louder, extend infinitely, and continue infinitely, but they all happened to collide together and exploded.

"Nanwu."

"Wind Song."

At that moment, it seemed that the world became quiet, only they, only her and her, hugged each other tightly.

Feng Ge hugged Nan Wu tightly, her whole body was tense, and her lower abdomen was tightly tucked in. Feeling the remaining trembling and looting in Nan Wu's body, she slowly opened her eyes.

What she saw was a moonless starry sky, twinkling, Nanwu's sweat on her cheeks, and Nanwu's sweat on her body, feeling the panting and exhaustion of the person on her body, she slowly relaxed her body, Let Nan Wu lie down close to him.

They hugged each other naked.

"Nan Wu, you just called my name."

"Wind Song."

"Your woman."

At the moment Nanwu entered, she seemed to understand something, just like the flowers fell to the ground, that kind of comforting belonging, this feeling is so good.

She pushed Nan Wu and turned over, lying on Nan Wu's body, looking at the sweaty man: "You only memorized that trick?"

Nan Wuyou looked at her with dark eyes, and then slowly opened them up, his eyes were full of stars: "Yes."

Feng Ge was stunned for a moment, and kissed again.

Her Nan Wu smiled.

Flowers, leaves, and trees reorganize themselves under the night starry sky, endlessly, the petals all over the ground are white, pink, yellow, and there are still a few bright red that are still conspicuous.

In the whole garden, countless branches and leaves are flourishing, and there are only a few of the endless fallen leaves, which are extraordinarily red.

I, Feng Ge, have never seen anything in the world, this brain, I only know that if I like it, I like it, if I like it, I have to say it, and I have to do whatever I want, so I don't have to pretend all day and live in vain.

In the garden, the bluestone paves the path, and a group of small lanterns that fell down slowly died in the wind, setting off the star-filled sky above.