The daily life of the doting wife of the master slaughter

Private meeting

Because he twisted his foot, Liang Hao told him to go back and rest, why did he ask him to help him, and bumped back to the house, ignoring his four fingerprints on his face, first asked Hua Nong to apply to his toes, in case they would get swollen tomorrow , suffer even more.

Liang Jin pulled him to sit down beside the bed: "I'm really fine!" Boldly complained to him: "Look at you making a fuss out of molehills, so it won't happen."

This is the only thing that can help him, and now that he has deprived him of it, why not turn around and whisper a few words: "I can only help you with this little..."

Understood, he always remembered to repay himself, Liang Jin suddenly felt powerless, leaned on the bed frame and swept around, and then said: "I'm thirsty, please help me get a glass of water." He actually wanted to While drinking tea, he was afraid that he would be troubled, so he found the simplest job.

He Need asked to stand up to pour water, even a little excited, happy that he could finally do something for Liang Jin, Liang Jin took the water and drank it all, and He Need asked softly, "Do you want to?"

Liang Jin waved his hand, patted the bed for him to sit on, and saw that he was about to say something, but Yun Shang came in, holding the medicated oil for bruises, and wanted to massage his feet.

Why Need to ask to give way, Liang Jin put his hands around his waist, regardless of the maids watching.

The officials and wives circled around the old lady asking for peace and chatting. She couldn't come, so they specially asked the maid to come over to see Liang Jin's injury. The maid walked forward, and Tan Qingyao came over with her skirt swaying on her back.

She wore a red gold embroidered beige and an apricot-yellow skirt inside, which looked like a few maple leaves scattered on the branches. She bowed to He Xuwen in a proper manner, and sat by the bed brought by the maid. On the chair: "How bad is your husband's fall?"

"It's okay, I can walk."

"I just came down from the table, listen..." She bald, and almost told what she saw them arguing with Mrs. Xu in the small flower hall, and hurriedly regained her senses: "I heard that my husband fell and injured, and I am very worried. Come and see..."

"Don't worry." Liang Jin still had nothing to say to her, but his attitude was much better.

At the moment of embarrassment, Liang Mubai and Liang Xiangjin also came, and before they even entered the room, they could hear the sound of the hairpins colliding on Liang Xiangjin's body: "Brother, are you alright?!" Sit on the bed.

"What are you making such a fuss about?" Liang Jin was a little annoyed at how many people he had socialized with, and couldn't stand her magpie-like cry: "You are a rich lady, what do you look like by chirping!"

Frustrated, Liang Xiangjin lowered his head, twisting his handkerchief in embarrassment, Tan Qingyao comforted with a light smile: "Your elder brother trained you for your own good." She clapped her hands: "Don't worry."

Liang Xiangjin was happy again: "Sister-in-law treats me better!" Turning his head and sticking his tongue at Liang Jin playfully, Liang Jin annoyed her and didn't bother to answer her, so he poked his head to see why there was no need to ask.

Why need to ask is also unable to stand Liang Xiangjin's noise, walked to the side with Liang Mubai who couldn't get in the way, and sat at the desk far away, the two of them were talking in a low voice.

Liang Jin couldn't hear clearly what he said, but only vaguely heard "it's okay" and "don't worry", thinking that he was discussing his injury, he didn't pay much attention to it, his eyes were fixed on He Youwen and kept turning.

Liang Mubai stayed at Liang Jin's place to eat, and only went back to his private courtyard when the lights were turned on in the dark.

"Miss, you just came back!" As soon as she entered the courtyard, Xuemei ran over to tease her: "He's already here, waiting behind the wall. I've already told the others to go back early to rest."

"Why so early?" Liang Mubai was surprised: "Third brother is getting married, isn't he busy with the people coming and going outside?" While talking, he didn't enter the room, and went directly to the corridor at the back of the house.

She lived in a small courtyard surrounded by several rooms, which was neat and tidy. There was a narrow corridor at the back of the house, and the courtyard wall surrounded the corridor.

Liang Mubai passed the almost bald Magnolia with her head down, carefully holding up the hem of her skirt, because there was a lot of moss growing on the aisle, and there were no lanterns, so she staggered a few steps in the dark.

She touched the courtyard wall and pulled out a few loose bricks, revealing a face, it was Lin Hong.

"Why are you so early today?" Liang Mubai opened his eyes wide and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth: "Aren't you busy?"

"It's getting late." Behind Lin Hong was a lush bamboo forest, and a human voice could be vaguely heard from a distance: "The errands are all done."

He didn't have much to say, and he usually stood here for a long time, and it was not easy for Liang Mubai to ask questions and he would answer.

"On you..." Lifting a man's body, she was a little embarrassed, and her eyelashes drooped: "Are you ready?"

Lin Hong didn't realize what she was asking for a while, but later she realized that she was referring to the mosquito bites on him: "It's not a problem." This bamboo forest is the most mosquito-rich, stand here for an hour at night in summer, and go back. His whole body was red and swollen from scratching: "Now...there are not so many mosquitoes."

Li Liang Mubai was worried: "I took the ointment from my sister-in-law, you take it back and apply it." She bent her eyes, and the few small freckles under her eye sockets were as agile as butterflies: "Brother always attracts mosquitoes, it's grandma The medicine specially found for him is better than the general one!"

"No need." Following this sentence, the light in Liang Mubai's eyes dimmed a little. Lin Hong was afraid that she would be overwhelmed: "I am a servant, and it would be bad for me to be found out if I use such expensive medicine."

"Miss!" Xuemei shouted at the bottom of the aisle, and slowly approached, holding a candlestick in her hand: "Miss, you hold the lamp, be careful not to drop it." Lin Hong rolled his eyes and turned away.

Under the dim light, Lin Hong saw Liang Mubai's hazy face, which was flushed red, and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

Liang Mubai touched it with his hand, it was a little hot, and he realized: "I drank a few glasses of wine at the banquet." I don't know if Lin Hong is tired of women drinking, so he eagerly explained: "It's a relative of grandma's family, I can't help it." drink……"

"...beautiful!" Lin Hong looked at her with one hand behind his back: "You are so beautiful." It has been a while since he looked at her so closely, so long that he can hardly count how many eyelashes she has. It's clear, but tonight's Liang Mubai amazed him, and he couldn't bear to spoil the fun, but he had to say: "When winter comes, I won't be able to come here often."

Liang Mubai stared at him disappointedly: "Why?"

"In winter, if it snows." Lin Hong swallowed, "There will be footprints on the ground..."

"That's right..." Liang Mubai lowered his head in disappointment. Lin Hong couldn't help but look down along her drooping eyelashes. Below her round chin was her skirt. He was much taller than her. Seeing the covered piece of flesh, the skin of mutton fat white jade, connected... Lin Hong didn't dare to think about it anymore, think again...

"What are you doing in a daze?"

"What?" Lin Hong was startled, but couldn't hear what she said, Liang Mubai asked again: "What are you thinking?"

"I..." He was very guilty, and he couldn't hold his head up. What he was thinking was obscene, something that couldn't be put on the table, and it was a blasphemy against her: "I was thinking... when it doesn't snow, I can still come here .”

Liang Mubai's eyes curled up again, and the light and shadow of his eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks: "When it's not snowing, I'll wait for you here!"

Lin Hong smiled, and nodded dotingly. He was dressed in coarse linen, with a few bamboos and darkness behind him. He was illuminated by the faint candlelight, like the swordsman in the book. Liang Mubai blushed, thinking What to say, but was preempted by Lin Hong: "In a few days, I will go to Zhuangzi in the eastern suburbs with Mr. Qing."

"What are you going to do?" Liang Mubai clasped his hands on the wall anxiously: "Didn't you send a message to serve in the inner courtyard? Why do you still have to go out to do errands?"

For Lin Hong, it was actually a good thing. He was clever, so he was asked to do some foreign affairs after being favored by the master: "The autumn harvest is coming, and the master is worried that the number of people in Zhuangzi will be manipulated, so he sent us to Zhuangzi. Go up and stare at it..." Seeing Liang Mubai's gradually lost expression, Lin Hong couldn't bear it: "It only takes half a month to come and go."

For more than ten days... Liang Mubai hung his head and said nothing, Lin Hong glanced at the skin under her neck again, and hurriedly turned his eyes: "I saw something interesting on the road, I will buy it for you."

Liang Mubai still didn't speak, Lin Hong got a little anxious, and went to coax her: "In the blink of an eye, I'll be back after you sleep a few minutes!"

"It's more than a dozen sunrises and sunsets..." Liang Mubai finally said quietly, complaining about being hypocritical: "It's okay, you go." She forced a forced smile: "When you come back, the material you gave me I've done it for you too!"

It was to sew him a jacket for the winter, Liang Mubai proposed, but Lin Hong didn't want it, she was very disappointed and had no choice, so Lin Hongcai brought her ordinary material to sew for her, if she used good ones, she would be sewed by others. figure it out.

"Okay." Lin Hong wanted to ease the atmosphere, and asked her deliberately: "But you haven't measured my size, so I don't know if I can wear it after making it."

"Yes!" Liang Mubai was very sure: "You are about the same size as my elder brother, he gave you his old clothes, don't you wear them well?"

The few scattered clothes were when Lin Hong went to pass on the message, and Liang Jin was in a good mood to reward him. Some were clothes he didn't like to wear, and some were new. Lin Hong really didn't have any clothes. When he went out to wear it, he was uncomfortable with those high-quality materials sticking to his body, feeling nondescript.

After all, he has a scholarly heart and is not a born slave. In fact, his parents died and there was no money to collect him. He had no choice but to sell himself as a slave. Except for the time when Liang Jin praised him for protecting his master, most of the time he was not young. I like the rewards from the masters.

"What are you thinking again?" Suddenly, Liang Mubai asked, Lin Hong was often so silent, causing Liang Mubai to lose a girl's reserve inch by inch, and she inevitably felt a little resentment against him occasionally.

"I was thinking..." Lin Hong couldn't bear it, but his self-esteem came out again: "If you were for the time when I saved you." He mentioned this matter again cruelly: "Actually, it's not like that."

It doesn't mean that she made clothes for him, it means that she took risks and lost her shame for an inexplicable love. Liang Mubai understood that she stared at Lin Hong, and suddenly resented his indifferent attitude: "Then What about you? Why do you come here so often?" A burst of sadness flooded from my heart, and in the blink of an eye, my eyes became moist: "Since you are here, why do you say such things again..."

Lin Hong was silent, and after a long while, he said: "I'm sorry." He was so bold that he stretched out his hand over the hole in the courtyard wall to wipe away the tears that slid down his cheeks for Liang Mubai: "It was my fault, don't cry..."

As soon as the words fell, Liang Mubai rolled out another tear, but she took a step back and avoided his hand proudly, picked up the candlestick on the ground and said coldly on purpose: "The wax is about to burn out, I'll go in! "

Lin Hong was not very good at making the girl happy, so he could only withdraw his hand, watching her thin back disappear into the aisle, sighed, and walked away in the dark again...