The Hairpin of the Red Chamber

When Wang Ren walked out of Sister Feng's room, it was already dark, and the night in early winter was very cold, and it happened to be snowing again.As soon as Wang Ren left the room, he sneezed unavoidably. Someone at the door handed him an umbrella and said, "Master, take this."

As soon as Wang Ren turned his head, he saw that she was the big girl who was close to Sister Feng. When she was young, she often spent time with their brothers and sisters. However, Sister Feng had been married for a long time. The not-so-white but slender palm on the umbrella handle raised her head to look at her carefully just now—this maid has almond eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows, and at first glance she is just prettier than ordinary maids. Upon closer inspection, she felt that her brows were lively, although she had a gentle and demure appearance, there was an indescribable charm everywhere.Wang Ren had a thought, and was about to open his mouth to make some jokes, when he remembered his sister's temperament, so he held back, smiled at her, took the umbrella, and there was a woman beside him holding a lantern, waiting for him to leave.

Ping'er stared outside without blinking. This was the first snow this winter, and it stopped after only a short while. While complaining, he came out and took a big broom to sweep the water.

A light came from far to near, flickering, and when it was very close, it was Feng'er wearing a bamboo hat walking over.

Ping'er hurriedly took the lamp from her hand, and the little girls took off the bamboo hats for her, Ping'er asked in a low voice: "How is it?"

Feng'er whispered: "Master came out from us and went to find Master. Before he came out, everyone in front of Master had been dismissed. Looking from the window, Master seemed to lose his temper for a while, and Master knelt down. Go down and never get up."

Ping'er nodded and told her, "Change your clothes and go back to the girl."

Feng'er went in, changed clothes and came out after a while, and said, "Miss calls you."

Ping'er asked Feng'er to guard her, and went in by herself. As soon as she entered, she saw Sister Feng wearing an ivory white single skirt, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at herself with a smile—she hadn't put on rouge for a long time, and her face was white. The plain white one looks haggard and pitiful. The skirt is already too big, and it hangs loosely on the body. With a slight movement, the shoulders are exposed. The shoulders are not as white as the skirt, but they are thinner than the silk satin used to make the skirt. Smoother and more lustrous, Sister Feng didn't wear shoes, and she stepped on the footstool with bare feet. The soles of her feet were slender than ordinary people, and so were the palms of her hands.

The house is as warm as summer, Ping'er only came in for a short while, and she felt that her head was about to sweat, but she still looked at Sister Feng worriedly, and said softly: "It's snowing outside, girl, you should wear more clothes Bar."

Sister Feng said: "It's stuffy in this room, so I don't wear it." She was playing tricks on her just like when she was a girl.

Ping'er shook her head, walked to the window sill, and stretched out her hand to prop up the window a little. The cool wind came in through the narrow gap, instantly blowing away the unrealistic thoughts in her mind, and Ping'er fixed the window , was about to ask Sister Feng to add clothes again, when she turned around, she saw Sister Feng standing behind her with her hands behind her back, squinting her eyes slightly, staring at her without blinking.

Ping'er was startled, he backed up and bumped into the wall, but only said in his mouth: "It's cold, girl wear shoes."

Sister Feng pouted, and Ping'er followed her eyes, only to see that she had taken off her shoe——Sister Feng's left leg was raised straight up, her left foot was a few inches off the ground, and an embroidered shoe was dangling on the tip of her toe. Hanging, the shoes were made by Ping'er for Sister Feng, they were worn out, and she put them away a few months ago, and someone found them again, and asked Sister Feng to put them on again.

Seeing the helpless expression on Ping'er's face, Sister Feng smiled again, smiled, then sighed, "I wonder if my brother has improved in the past two years, and if he can impress the master."

Ping'er said: "The uncle is always capable, and the girl has thought out all the words. It should be no problem to teach you one sentence at a time."

Sister Feng turned her eyes to the window, and said slowly: "Whether it is successful or not, there should be a result in the next few days."

Ping'er knew that she was impatient and couldn't bear to wait, so she was anxious, afraid that she would just think about it and wouldn't be able to sleep at night, so she laughed and said, "Girl hasn't dyed her nails for a long time, and I just got them from someone close to my wife. Some flower juice, apply it for the girl?"

Sister Feng is a beauty-loving person. In order to look haggard, she hasn't put on any makeup for a long time. Ping'er didn't mention her nails. She puts on powder, as long as she likes it, why wouldn't she do it?Immediately, Sister Feng put on her clothes and sat in front of the dressing table. Ping'er shaved her hair and eyebrows, put on makeup and powder, and repainted her plain face to make it very bright again. "I think I've grown better these past few months than before." I didn't see any answer for a long time, and when I turned around, I saw Ping'er staring at me blankly. After repeating it several times, Tupinger said: "You also think I'm pretty, don't you?"

Ping'er gave her a push, and Fang came to his senses, and hurriedly said: "The girl is always very good-looking—the girl just stretch out your hand."

Sister Feng put her hands on the dressing table.In terms of fairness and plumpness, Sister Feng is not as good as Baochai, and in terms of slenderness and softness, she is not as good as Daiyu, but when it comes to the aura of fearlessness, she compares them both, and spreads out her palms, It seemed that a banner had been unfurled, and the words "Heroine Heroes" were clearly engraved on it.

Ping'er was stunned by Sister Feng's small movement and stood still for a while. Remembering that she hadn't taken anything, she hurriedly turned around to look for it. In a panic, she kicked an embroidery pier and nearly fell to the ground. Sister Feng grabbed her and said, "Why?" So careless?"

Ping'er lowered her head and said nothing. Seeing her like this, Sister Feng had no choice but to let her go quickly.

Ping'er came back in no time, holding a large bowl of mixed flower juice, and wanted to dye it for Sister Feng, but Sister Feng suddenly withdrew her hand and said, "I have to pretend to be pitiful for a few days, so I don't dye my hands first. I've stained my feet."

Ping'er half squatted and half knelt according to the words, and Sister Feng put her feet on the embroidered pier. Although her ten toes were not as slender and long as her fingers, they were still as tender and lovely as bamboo shoots.

Sister Feng lifted up her skirt again, revealing a section of her calf, and Ping'er hurriedly said, "It's cold."

Sister Feng said: "It's not cold, it's not cold. The earth dragon burns my heart. It's better to be scattered like this."

Ping'er's face turned red, and she didn't dare to raise her head, so she slowly grabbed Sister Feng's feet and dyed her toes bright red one by one. After dyeing her right foot, it was not convenient to touch the other end. , she knelt down completely on the ground, leaning forward, and dyed her left foot for Sister Feng.

Sister Feng had been sitting quietly, motionless, while Ping'er turned sideways, her upper body inevitably stuck to her shins, and her calf with the soft part, rubbing back and forth, making Sister Feng even hotter.

Sister Feng squinted at Ping'er, and Ping'er's hands were shaking. If she was suddenly asked to turn around at this moment, her eyes would be red.As soon as this thought came up, Sister Feng smiled lightly, coughed lightly, and called out, "Ping'er!"

Ping'er's body trembled suddenly, and when she turned to look at Sister Feng, her eyes were not red, but there was a strange look in them.

Sister Feng had seen such a look before. On the wedding night, when Jia Lian just lifted her hijab, when she met Jia Rui in Ning Mansion, those men's eyes were exactly the same as Ping'er's now—greedy, longing, like hate Can't kneel down and lick her.

However, Ping'er's eyes are much more pleasing to the eye than those of those men.

Sister Feng laughed triumphantly again, this time she laughed aloud, and when she moved her foot, the red color on the tip of her toe faded away, and Ping'er was about to wipe it off for her, but Sister Feng had already lifted her foot, and the tip of her toe brushed against Ping'er's face. The thumb pressed down hard, making a deep mark on her cheek.

This time Ping'er's eyes were red, I don't know if it was from anger or burning, but after all, she just turned around slightly, knelt down towards Sister Feng, lowered her eyebrows and said softly, "Young lady, don't you like it?"

What don't you like?color?Hand strength?Still don't like her dyed elsewhere?Ping'er didn't ask in detail, and Sister Feng didn't answer in detail. She just used the tip of her toe to stroke Ping'er's face back and forth, carefully controlling the force. It wasn't so heavy that it left scars, but it wasn't so light that it didn't hurt at all. .

Ping'er endured it silently, without any trace of resentment on her face, which made Sister Feng feel a little bit emotional, but also a little proud, she retracted her feet, let Ping'er's face go, and stretched out her hands to have a look, feeling regretful in her heart You can't dye your fingernails now, and said casually: "Tell me, what is your intention for me?"

The author has something to say: Thank you Kelly for the mine ticket~ I will tell you that the vice cp has not started to abuse yet?Today is relatively early, and tomorrow is estimated to be around 11 o'clock or later...

Fixed a bug, the front of the calf is the tibia, not the fibula... After checking for a long time, I found a wrong one... The uneducated author bacteria silently cried and fainted in front of the computer...

small theater:

Sister Feng: What is your intention for me?

Ping'er: I don't have any intentions.

Sister Feng: Who are you lying to!

Ping'er: I lied to you!

Sister Feng: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻!!!

Well, so the red mansion table-throwing army also has an additional main force.