The Possession of My Beloved

    These days, seeing that she is in good shape and has nothing to do, she picks up the needlework lessons she had learned at her parents' house for more than a month, and according to the size asked by Li's mother, using I added some cotton wool to the remaining fabric for her blouse, and finally made one.

    At this time, Cui Jiu calmly looked at the thick needle and thread on the jacket, and her eyes were indescribably intriguing.

    Liu Miantang felt a little regretful. She really shouldn't show her shortcomings.

    But her official looked at it for a while, and finally took it over, and took off her jacket, ready to try it on.

    Liu Miantang's eyes lit up, she became active again, and diligently helped her husband get dressed. Fortunately, the size was good, and it was a good fit. Against the background of Cui Jiu's tall and straight posture, the clothes are very stylish, and the rough stitches are not so eye-catching.

    So Cui Jiu put on his coat again and put on his cape again under the service of his good wife Miantang.

    Just when she was wearing the lace, Miantang saw that her long and graceful fingers were a little clumsy. She couldn't tie it well a few times, and finally tied a dead knot.

    Cui Jiu felt that her neck was a little tight, so she held the back of her neck with her big palm, and said with a slightly raised corner of her mouth: "Are you trying to strangle me?"

    He held the back of her neck, and her whole body was wrapped in his inexplicable fragrance. She was so close to him that she could clearly see his thick black curly eyelashes, and his deep eyes that seemed to be unable to smile.

    Miantang felt that the strength of his hand holding her was a bit strong, so he subconsciously used a small grabbing move, trying to remove his strength with his backhand.

    She said a little annoyed: "Didn't Doctor Zhao say I'm fine? Why don't you have the strength in your hands?"

      Retained the habit of practicing martial arts every day.

    But now it seems that her hands and feet are probably due to a serious illness, and she has been unable to keep the skills her mother passed on to her.

    Cui Jiu lowered her head and looked at the annoyance on her face, but relaxed her strength, slowly lifted her up, lowered her eyes and stared at her pale cheeks, slowly Said: "Isn't it much better? Go out for a walk more, exercise your muscles and bones, maybe it will be better faster."

    Speaking of this, he thought for a while, and took out a small flat box from the inside: "This is the fragrance powder prepared by Jiangnan Hanxiangzhai, it tastes pleasant, you can add some to your makeup tomorrow. color."

    Miantang took the exquisite and unusual box. This Hanxiangzhai is probably for the wealthy. It is different from the ordinary porcelain box for rouge gouache. It is actually gilt and inlaid with turquoise. luxury style.

    Since it was her husband's will, she naturally wanted to accept it with a smile, but she sighed in her heart. The so-called transition from extravagance to thrift is difficult, probably like this. Husband is used to being extravagant, and spending money is still like running water. Now the family can't spend as much as in the capital.

    Another day, she will euphemistically tell her husband that there is no need for her to buy things like this that cost money. But when she took the powder box, she still smiled gratefully at him.

    Liu Miantang watched her husband's tall figure disappear behind the shadow wall of the courtyard, what she thought was: He looks very thin and gentle, but his hands are really strong, and his body is also very strong and handsome , It looks like he has also practiced martial arts.

    When she was in the capital, she was mostly in the yard, and it had been a long time since she walked out of the street. Thinking of going out for a walk tomorrow and seeing the customs of Lingquan Town, I am still a little excited.

    In the early morning of the next day, before she could get up, Mama Li entered the house with hot water for washing and called, "Madam, it's time to get up."

    Liu Miantang lazily got out of the quilt, thinking, "I usually don't work, but today I am diligent, and I don't need to shout to serve people." It can be seen that because the husband returned home, the tired old servant also picked up the rules and worked hard.

    Since the hot water was brought, she couldn't stay in bed any longer, she just got up to wash and wash her hair.

    On weekdays, Liu Miantang does not like rouge gouache. But yesterday's husband's intentions were not good enough to live up to, so he applied a little gouache and lightened his red lips.

    Mother Li looked at her through the bronze mirror, only to think that this woman was really dazzling, and that Zimei had a faintly enchanting aura, she couldn't help but snorted slightly.

    Liu Miantang was accustomed to the yin and yang of Li's mother, and while she was dressing, she inadvertently asked, "Mama Li, did I ever blame the servant before I lost my memory?"

    Mother Li wore a silver bracelet for her and replied, "Mrs. treats people kindly and never punished others severely."

    Miantang heard it, turned her head and smiled at her: "Since it never happened, why does Mama Li always get angry at me, and seems to be dissatisfied?"

    Mother Li didn't seem to expect her to be so outspoken, after a moment of stunned, she gritted her teeth, knelt down and said: "The slave's family is from the countryside, and his words are vulgar, if he is not thorough Please forgive me, Madam."

    Seeing that Li's mother admitted her mistake, Liu Miantang didn't want to take any serious blame, and only asked her to get up.

    I am young, and now I am seriously ill. Earlier, I couldn't take care of myself when I got up. No wonder people broke the rules and didn't take her seriously.

    Mother Li is the old man of the Cui family. It is said that she grew up watching Jiuye. In this case, she should not take too much responsibility for her husband's face.

    Since she is also interested after beating her up, that's it.

    After finishing the outfit, she drank the gruel, picked out a dress with dark flowers on a white background that was not too faded, and put it on, and then she was ready to leave the hospital and get on the carriage.

    But Li's mother said: "Yesterday, when the owner left, I specially instructed the old slave to let my wife walk out of the street today. Zhao Shenyi said that if you walk more, your hands and feet will recover better. it is good."

    So Liu Miantang took Mama Li out of the blue tile house.

    It was already past breakfast time, the men in North Street went to work early, and the women who sewed in North Street also gathered at the door to bask in the sun.

    The eloquent Mrs. Yin saw the beautiful woman in the Qingwa courtyard came out, and immediately greeted her familiarly: "How dare you ask this little lady?"

    Liu Miantang knew that these were all neighbors. Even if the Cui family was not down, they were just businessmen. So she stopped and smiled slightly: "My husband's family name is Cui, just call me Mrs. Cui."

    However, Mrs. Yin was still not satisfied, and continued to ask: "What do Mrs. Cui's officials do, and where did they come from?"

    Mian Tang replied with a smile: "The officials are businessmen who have moved from the capital." After speaking, he wanted to leave.

    But Mrs Yin stood up and asked, "Since you are a businessman, where did you set up a shop?"

    This Liu Miantang couldn't answer, she couldn't help but look back at Mama Li.

    Speaking of which, she also asked Mama Li about this. Mama Li vaguely said that it was in the town, but it was not clear where it was.

    Now that my neighbors are asking, I naturally want Mama Li to answer.

      When it came out of blue and purple, he just stared at him for a while and said, "The slave family guards the lady all day, and it is not clear where the shop is."

    Seeing that she didn't ask the new neighbor's wealth, Mrs. Yin was unwilling, but she still warmly said: "My lady, don't think I talk too much, it's true that we ladies are the old people in the town. The feng shui geometry of the shop is very familiar to me. If you have any doubts in the future, you will come to me and ask, I will definitely know everything about it..."

     Farewell to the enthusiastic new neighbor, Miantang can finally walk out of North Street smoothly.

    Although Lingshui is a small town, it is very lively with merchants from all over the world.

    But her mind was not on the stalls with all kinds of goods. Neighbors who don't know each other know what to inquire about, but she, the wife of the family, doesn't know when she asks three questions, which is really embarrassing.

    "Mama Li, if your husband's servant comes back to fetch food today, remember to ask where the cupboard is. Your husband is working day and night, so three meals should not be in time. Tonight, you cook something delicious. , I will send it to my husband in person."

    Listening to what Madam said, Mama Li's black face seemed to have overturned another jar of soy sauce, and hesitantly said: "The boss is busy with work, and won't be back for a few days, Madam don't need to worry, The servants around the owner are all attentive and take care of people."

    Liu Miantang smiled slightly, stopped talking, and continued to walk forward.

    Dayan’s folk customs are open, and most women do not wear a hood when they travel, especially in the south of the Yangtze River.

    Miantang follows the customs of the countryside, as well. However, she is tall and has bright facial features. Today, she wears Fendai lightly. She is really provocative in the street market, which attracts passers-by and vendors around her to look back frequently, and whisper about which lady she is. Could it be that a fairy from the sky descended into the mortal world?

    To the extent that Granny Li was protecting her, it was a little difficult to move.

      Seeing that the beautiful woman with the face was single, and there was no male follower, she must not be a lady from a big family, so she boldly stepped forward to molest her.

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