Chapter 120
The sapphire cup is extremely exquisite in workmanship. It has a long and thin neck, a round and full belly, and a crane carved on the belly. The mouth of the crane is just the edge of the cup.
The serous water in the jade cup is clear and jade colored. It is very beautiful with ripples when it is slightly shaken.
Chen Rong has never seen such a magnificent and extraordinary thing. She reaches out to take it, shakes it gently, and says with a smile, “I want to taste it.”
End to the mouth and take a sip.
Pulp taste, the entrance is a little bitter, after a little bitter, Chen Rong smiled: “it’s good to drink.” After that, I took another sip.
The maidservant saw that she tasted delicious, blessed, and slowly retreated.
After a while, she went down the stairs, came to sister Zhijie, covered her mouth and said with a smile, “drink.”
Zhijie nodded and said, “I follow Shimin without any media or law. I don’t know if it’s Ji Qie who has been turned several times. Think about it. It’s my husband who’s lost. ” She mentioned the word “Shimin” in a light way. Whether it was the surname or the tone, it was a kind of despicable.
The young maid heard the words and nodded. Just now, she gave a young girl the blissful drink that was only available in the qinglouchu hall. But whether it was her or the weaver, it was a look of disapproval. It seems that, without the consent of Ran min, he moved people around him. It’s not worth mentioning……. In fact, in Jiankang, such a thing is really not worth mentioning. The scholar bureaucrats take it as their beauty to be uninhibited. If any of their accomplices tell me that they have moved their concubines, they will laugh. If some of them are broad-minded and free, they will send a dowry and a bottle of wine to celebrate. The two maids have been in Langya Wang’s family for many years. For them, their husband is willing to move others’ concubines, which is really an elegant thing to face.
Of course, there are also those who are not aware of current affairs. In those days, Shi Chong was reluctant to give up a green pearl. When others asked for it, he not only failed, but also refused it severely. In that social atmosphere, Shi Chong’s refusal was undoubtedly a slap in the face. Therefore, he was hated by the other side. Finally, the richest man in the Jin Dynasty was robbed of his wealth and killed. His beloved concubine, Lvzhu, jumped off the stairs and died.
After talking for a while, the young maid retreated to the attic where Chen Rong was. The elder sister Zhijie came to the courtyard where Wang Hong was.
After a while, she came out of the yard. Listening to the leisurely piano sound coming from inside, sister Zhi asked a guard, “how is your husband?”
The guard replied, “just as Huan Jiulang was together.”
Elder sister Zhi stepped forward, bowed her head and held a wooden tray, said respectfully, “this is wushisan from Jiankang. Do you want to taste it?”
The guard nodded, retreated, extended his right hand, “come in.”
Sister Zhi answers.
In the bamboo house, Wang Hong, dressed in white, is playing the piano with his head down. Beside him, he lies on the ground and looks at Huan Jiulang, who is in front of him.
When sister Zhi approached, she put down the tray in her hand, blessed her, stepped back, and said softly, “Langjun, Jiulang, the enemy, why not taste the joy of immortals and nothingness when life and death turn around?”
As soon as she said that, Huan Jiulang turned around.
He glanced at the weaving sister, and then looked at the five stones on the table, and said, “well said.” After all, he took one.
Wang Hong is still playing the piano.
Weaver retreated slowly and came to the courtyard. His eyes are tiny, and he glances at the room from time to time.
After a while, the music stopped.
At this time, the weaving sister murmured: “Lang Jun took five stones to scatter.” The voice is low and weak.
As soon as the voice fell, she said softly, “good wine.”
“Yes.”
Two maids came in with wine bottles. Soon after they got in, a noise of clothes rubbing and kissing came.
In this kind of sound, there is a step towards the door.
But Wang Hong came out. As soon as he went out, he turned around and closed the door. At this time, he was a little red. Sister Zhijie hurriedly stepped forward to help him open his dress belt.
Wang Hong, with his clothes open and hair loose, strode forward.
Weaving elder sister comes forward, bows behind him to say: “Lang Jun wants to bathe?”
Because after taking wushisan, you will get hot. If you take a cold bath at this time, you will be very comfortable.
Wang Hong nodded and said, “yes.” His voice is hoarse and his eyes are bright.
In the service of sister Zhijie, Wang Hong took a cold bath and took off her clothes slowly. He walked slowly to the steps, reached for the bamboo railing and looked up at the sky.
At this time, the sky is late, only a few stars in the sky, a round of bright moon.
Elder sister Zhijie came up to her. “Langjun, do you want to go?”
Wang Hong nodded and walked slowly down the steps.
This time, sister Zhijie is ahead.
After a circle outside, sister Zhi takes Wang Hong to the attic. She smiles at him and says, “Lang Jun, the moon is like water, and the upstairs scenery is the best.”
After serving wushisan, Wang Hong is a bit lazy. What’s more, what she said is quite reasonable. Seeing the scenery from the attic, the whole courtyard can be seen from the bottom of the eye, so the moon is shining. The scenery is unique. Sister Zhi is the old man around him. She likes her husband very well, so her words and deeds fit Wang Hong’s heart.Wang Hong nodded and walked to the attic.
After a while, with a squeak, he pushed open the bamboo door.
With the opening of the bamboo door, the night wind involved, almost suddenly, Wang Hong was stunned.
He did not look at the room for a moment, only to see the curtain flying and the veil dancing. In a plain and elegant scene, a beautiful woman had just bathed. She stood barefoot in the tub, a string of mischievous drops of water flowing down her temples to the deep jade neck.
Hearing the sound of the bamboo door opening, the beauty was stunned. She tilted her head and looked at Wang Xian in surprise. Only at this time, her eyes are blurred, so looking at Wang Hong’s eyes is also a beautiful cross flow.
The beauty was only wearing a thin, broad, yellow and red robe. She stood there so vividly, the jade belt was loose, the skirt was half open, the face was bright and gorgeous, the blush was lightly wiped, and the lips were slightly pursed.
Wang Hong glanced at her, his eyes turned uncontrollably to her snow-white neck, and the snow-white under the jade neck…… A string of crystal water beads, in the corner of the candlelight, from the door into the moonlight, slowly sliding into the jade white neck, sliding through the deep snow-white gully……
Gawking at it, Wang Hong swallowed.
This beauty is just Chen Rong.
She never thought that she would meet Wang Hong at this time. She was stunned. I don’t know when to turn into a chaotic brain, but I didn’t notice at all. I let out the spring light.
The young maid was standing in the corner. Seeing this, she smiled and walked out quietly. In fact, even if she swaggered outward, the two people standing in the room and at the door would not notice her existence.
The maid passed Wang Hong and left the attic.
Standing on the stairs, she looked back at Wang Hong, who was silly and dumb. She couldn’t help but chuckle and thought to herself, “I don’t think so. Now, it seems that this little girl is a real thing.”. Just bathe, just change a suit of dress that suits her skin color, the whole person is a radiant change, unexpectedly become a fox spirit like monster. It’s so coquettish, just afraid of Jiankang
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