beautiful woman at home

The heavy snow fell for several days without stopping. After that day, the teacher asked for leave to go back to his hometown to visit relatives.

During the day, Wen Zijin was left alone to review her homework, and Sister Ye was as listless as in previous years.

A few days ago, he still talked about a few scriptures, but he seems to be very tired recently, often when Wen Zijin pushed the door open, he would see Sister Ye sleeping soundly on that couch.

As New Year's Eve approached, although the Wen Mansion was not as lively as in previous years, Mother Wen still had a lot of work to do.

Even Wen Zijin was busy from time to time, there were endless banquets and banquets, and there were even many girls.

One day at a banquet in Wen's residence, Wen Zijin accompanied Wen's mother to the banquet, Mrs. Zhao's family chatted and laughed, and accompanied by Miss Zhao's family, Zhao Hui, fifteen years old.

Calculated to be two years older than Wen Zijin's age, Mrs. Zhao looked towards Wen Zijin's side several times, her words were full of admiration.

Wen Zijin treated him with courtesy, but the others didn't say a word.

This is confessed by my mother, if you take a closer look, they might think that you are interested in her daughter.

When the time comes to send a matchmaker to the door, it will be unpleasant.

"I heard that your little lord hasn't married yet, and next year he will be fourteen. Do you have someone in mind?" Mrs. Zhao put down her teacup and asked.

Mother Wen smiled and said: "Not yet, it's just that the child is still young, and now I'm focused on preparing for the exam, and let's put the marriage aside for now."

Mrs. Zhao's eyes turned to Wen Zijin and said, "Mr. Xiao Lang has already made a name for himself after passing the provincial examination earlier. It seems that he wants to be named on the gold list."

"Ma'am, you're welcome." Mother Wen took a sip of her tea, "Your little girl is already fifteen, and she will be sixteen this year. Don't you plan to marry her?"

"I want to say it personally. I just wanted you and me to be friends. If we can get married, it will be more intimate. Now it seems that I think too much. Your little man is going to marry a royal daughter in the future."

Mrs. Zhao was a little displeased.

Mother Wen frowned slightly and said with a smile: "If it can be done, then it will be a blessing from Mrs. Zhao."

After this conversation, the wife of the Zhao family left the house with her daughter, and the servants packed the teacups.

"Hey, I'm really afraid of this kind of thing at the end of the year." Mother Wen put down the teacup in her hand and got up slowly.

Wen Zijin on the side stretched out his hand to support Wen's mother Ying: "Then why didn't mother explain directly?"

"The Zhao family is also a big family in Jingzhou City. Directly refusing is tantamount to slapping them in the face. How will the two families get along in the future?" Mother Wen pinched Wen Zijin's small face and said, "How many pastries have been stolen recently? It's getting fleshy."

Wen Zijin tilted his head out of fear of pain and replied, "Zijin didn't eat much."

The snow outside rarely stopped. Mother Wen let go of her hand, stood down the corridor and said, "It's good to gain weight, but it's too bad to save yourself from being too handsome."

"Mother was joking." Wen Zijin stretched out his hands and rubbed his face, and smiled with eyebrows bent, "How can Zijin marry a royal daughter?"

Mother Wen looked at her seriously and said: "It's not certain. Your father had this plan last year. When you go back to the countryside to take the test to win Jieyuan and go to the capital to catch the test, if the palace is chosen, maybe you can really marry him." A royal lady."

"That Zijin will not take the provincial examination."

"You've studied hard all these years, are you really willing to give up?"

Wen Zijin hesitated and did not respond, Mother Wen said: "Anyway, you can go to the exam at ease, everything will be taken care of by your mother, don't be afraid."

"Ah."

"However, it's better to decide on the marriage earlier, otherwise, if your father makes an engagement for you, then there is no need to discuss it."

"Huh?" Wen Zijin reached out and tugged at Mother Wen's sleeve, "But Zijin doesn't want to get married."

Mother Wen raised her hands and kneaded Wen Zijin's fleshy cheeks and coaxed, "It's so fun to be married, and Zijin won't be afraid of not having a playmate in the future."

Wen Zijin broke away from his mother's hand and said in a low voice, "It's enough for Zijin to have his mother and sister Ye."

"But Ms. Ye may not stay in Wen's residence forever. If she leaves one day, what will Zijin do?"

"Sister Ye, she promised not to leave Zijin."

"Then if Miss Ye meets her sweetheart, is it possible that Zijin will also stop her from marrying?"

Wen Zijin was a little confused when he said this, and murmured: "Sister Ye, will she get married too?"

"Stupid, people always want to get married." Mother Wen handed the hand warmer to Wen Zijin's palm and said, "My mother thought that Miss Ye was a monk who had already entered the Taoist sect. Not too much, but somewhat similar to Buddhist lay disciples."

Wen Zijin took the hand warmer and asked, "Can lay disciples get married?"

"Well, of course."

Mother Wen saw that her child was silly and cute, and she couldn't help but sigh that she had grown so fast, but her temperament hadn't changed at all.

Sister Ye, what kind of person will you marry?

"Today, the housekeeper is going to buy new year's goods. Is Zijin going out for a walk?"

Wen Zijin nodded, "Okay."

A carriage drove out of Wen's mansion, and Wen Zijin and Wen's mother left the mansion together.

Due to the snowstorm, he hadn't left the house for a while, the snow piled up on the street outside, and the carriage was driving very slowly.

The servants buy New Year's goods according to Wen's mother's list. This time-honored shop is the most famous

It is orange peel candy, which is very sweet.

Wen Zijin saw that his mother was negotiating with the shopkeeper, so he wandered around in the lobby full of sweets by himself.

I didn't think about it but caught a glimpse of the female scholar whom I hadn't seen for a long time, and the female ghost beside her seemed to have recovered well.

"Stingy ghost, the things in this shop are not cheap, why are you willing to come?" The female ghost came here.

Although I have seen it several times, Wen Zijin subconsciously avoided the shadow from childhood.

Seeing many people pass by the female ghost back and forth, the female ghost moved away displeased and said: "These people are really annoying."

Wen Zijin wanted to laugh, but the scary female ghost was so angry that she had to hold back her voice: "Are you feeling better now?"

"Well, thanks to the heavy cloudiness in this winter, I can come out for a walk."

The female scholar looked around with oiled paper bags of different sizes in her hand, obviously looking for the figure of the female ghost.

"She's looking for you."

The female ghost snorted softly, but still refused to move, as if she was angry.

Wen Zijin looked at the female scholar in bewilderment, and saw that the woman in red beside her also carried a lot of things in her hands. The two of them lowered their heads to talk, and they seemed to have a good relationship.

"That guy is really hateful!" I thought the female ghost was still angry, but unexpectedly squeezed into the middle of the two, reaching out to hold the female scholar's left hand tied with the talisman paper.

The worry on the female scholar's face dissipated immediately, as if she was muttering something to the female ghost.

But the woman in red on the other side had a bad complexion, as if she was in a bad mood.

The three of them left the shop together, Wen Zijin regained his composure, and picked out some sweets by himself.

It was already evening when we returned home from outside. After dinner, Wen Zijin returned to the garden with a lantern.

It was pitch black in the side courtyard, and Sister Ye must have fallen asleep.

Early the next morning, Wen Zijin walked to the courtyard with large and small bags of sweets and pastries.

The outer door was gently pushed open, and it was very warm inside, and the oncoming warmth quickly melted the snow beside Wen Zijin's boots.

Wen Zijin entered with light steps, the woman on the square couch was half leaning against the low couch and did not wake up, even the bamboo scrolls in her hand were scattered beside the couch.

Because he would come here often, Wen Zijin wisely prepared a book box and put it in this courtyard.

Practicing writing and reading silently by himself, Wen Zijin had already drank two cups of tea and eaten most of the small plate of pastries when it became brighter outside.

There are no cicadas or birds chirping outside the window in winter, only the whirring of the wind for a while.

When Ye Ran vaguely smelled the fragrance of sweet pastries, she knew it must be her.

Although his body was stiff and unwilling to wake up, Ye Ran still opened his eyes.

The girl was sitting on the low table next to the couch, with pastry crumbs beside her mouth, holding a book in one hand, and was about to pick up the pastry from the plate with the other.

This is the pastry Mrs. Wen prepared for Ye Ran, but most of it was eaten by the girl.

Ye Ran moved a little closer, watching the girl's fair and bright cheeks puff up as she ate the pastry.

It seems that I have gained a lot of weight.

The girl immersed in the book suddenly stopped, her slender and thick eyelashes fluttered, and she looked at Ye Ran who was pinching her cheek in puzzlement.

"Don't eat any more."

Ye Ran poked her delicate and smooth cheek lightly, "You almost ate all my pastries."

Wen Zijin nodded in embarrassment, "Yesterday Zijin bought a lot of cakes with change."

Ye Ran slowly withdrew his hand, saw the sweets piled aside, and said slowly:

"Eat too much sweets, but it's easy to gain weight."

The girl opened her eyes wide, covered her face with her hands and muttered, "Are you really fat?"

In fact, she looked quite cute. Ye Ran sat up a little, holding a round pillow behind her back to comfort her: "It's just a little longer, the young master is still very handsome."

"But mother also said today that Zijin has grown fleshy." Wen Zijin pinched his face between his fingers, and it really felt different.

No wonder my mother likes to pinch people's faces so much this morning.

Ye Ran looked at the girl's small movements with a smile in her eyes, and the touch between her fingers was very good.

"Sure enough, I can't eat more pastries." Wen Zijin said with determination.

"Really?" Ye Ran remembered that the girl had at least two plates of pastries every day, and these did not include what she ate in her own garden.

Wen Zijin nodded in response: "Eat more and eat less cakes, so that you can grow taller."

Ye Ran looked at the girl's slender and slender figure. In fact, she was not much different from girls of the same age, but the front of her body didn't seem to have changed much over the years.

Ye Ran's eyes dimmed as he looked back and forth, and he couldn't help but look away.

The back of the girl's neck was exposed with her head lowered, and her fair skin showed a little blue blood, as if it would hurt if she touched it lightly.

Wen Zijin looked sideways at Ye Ran and said, "Sister Ye, why haven't you gained any flesh all these years?"

Ye Ran looked at the girl Ying with puzzled eyes: "Maybe it's because I seldom eat sweets on weekdays."

"Okay." Wen Zijin's eyes darkened, thinking that Sister Ye had some good way to not grow fat.

The inner room was well lit, and Wen Zijin was flipping through the book next to the low couch, occasionally seeing Sister Ye's shadow on the pages of the book.

Wen Zijin frowned and smiled, suddenly remembering what her mother said earlier.

If they get married, what kind of person does Sister Ye like?

But these years, sister Ye has never mentioned her sweetheart.

"Young master, what's going on at the mansion this morning?" Ye Ran was flipping the bamboo scroll in his hand, thinking of vaguely investigating the mansion, as if someone else had come in.

Wen Zijin came back to his senses and replied: "Mrs. Zhao and Miss Zhao came to the door this morning."

Ye Ran's fingertips paused slightly, this Mrs. Zhao has been here many times.

Come to think of it, it must be for the marriage talk.

"What do young masters think of Miss Zhao's family?" Ye Ran asked calmly.

The girl seemed to be hesitant and didn't answer, but slowly turned sideways and said, "It seems to be a quiet sister."

Ye Ran raised her brows lightly, thinking that calling her sister was very intimate.

Poor Wen Zijin, still completely unaware that the danger is approaching little by little.

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