Unexpected Marriage Meets Mr.Right - V3.C89
The winter in gongyue capital is not cold, but it is much colder than the bright moon in spring. At noon today, it’s not easy to get out of the sun. Qingfeng plans to take a bath for the little guy, for fear that the child will be cold. A room full of people are busy, raising the brazier and heating the water. After a flurry, the little guy finally takes a good bath and nests comfortably in Qingfeng’s arms. His small eyes are turning. Seeing Ruyi looking at him, the little guy smiles at her.
Ruyi was overjoyed and said with a smile, “look, madam, the little prince is smiling!”
Looking at the splashing water on the ground and several diapers that had been replaced, Qingfeng said with a smile: “of course he laughed, which made everyone look up and down.”
Qingfeng said also point the little guy’s nose, he turned his head to the side, dodged his mother’s hand, provoked Qingfeng to laugh. Qingfeng is in a good mood. Ruyi speaks casually and squats beside the bed. She says with a smile: “in two days, the little prince will be full moon. Then the emperor will give him a name. I don’t know what name the emperor will choose for the little prince. It’s better to…”
Ruyi said excitedly. A light voice came from behind, “Ruyi!”
Ruyi looked up and saw that Poria cocos was opening the curtain and entering the inner room. Her face was not cold, but her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled. Ruyi finally realized that she was over. She quickly lowered her head and said, “I’m talkative.”
Although Qingfeng thought Ruyi said these harmless, but Fuling scolded her, Qingfeng would not say anything. First, let Fuling have absolute authority among them. Second, the maids should have some control, so as not to make trouble for her.
Qingfeng funny looking also a face of serious Poria cocos, asked: “you are busy in the early morning, busy living, what are you doing?”
“Master, I can’t use the study now. I’d better let my servant clean it up and put a small shop in the study. It’s getting colder and colder. It’s better to have someone in the room at night to take care of you and your master. ” It’s really hard to take care of the children. After the master gave birth to the child, although he was more mellow than before, his face became even worse.
They didn’t want to be watched all the time. Now they really need a person to take care of them nearby. Qingfeng nodded back and said, “OK, do as you want.”
“Are all those paintings put away? Or leave some on the shelf? ”
Most of the paintings in the study are her works, as well as those of famous artists she likes. After thinking about them, Qingfeng said, “I’ll go and have a look with you.”
Qingfeng will give the child to Shen Yao to hold, and poria cocos into the small study next to the flower hall, Poria cocos has been cleaned up once in the morning, the pictures and books are neatly placed on the shelf, Qingfeng said: “you clean up the desk pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I have a look at these paintings.”
“Yes.” Qingfeng has the habit of painting at any time, so the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk are put together. When Fuling gets to the inkstone, he finds that the ink on it has not been cleaned, so he pours some water to clean it. At this time, Qingfeng behind him suddenly says: “Fuling, take the green bamboo picture that has not been mounted on the desk to me.”
“Yes.” Poria cocos looked up and saw a good picture scroll on the other side of the desk. Maybe it was because there was water in my hand. I was distracted for a moment. The inkstone slipped from my hand and fell on the rice paper beside me, leaving a deep and shallow ink mark. Poria cocos called low: “bad!”
Green maple looked back, Poria cocos is busy cleaning up, overturned inkstone has been taken up by Poria cocos, Xuan paper has clearly left a natural ink mark, green maple eyes a bright, slightly excited said: “Poria cocos, ink.”
The master suddenly became interested in painting? Accustomed to Qingfeng’s passion for painting, Poria cocos shakes her head and concentrates on polishing.
Green maple will be ink splashed rice paper packed, took a piece of clean paper shop in the middle of the desk, as if thinking of something, suddenly in front of the room raised his voice and called: “Ruyi, take a brazier to the study.”
“Yes.” Ruyi’s voice came from the inner room.
Poria cocos will grind the good ink to Qingfeng handy place, said: “master, grind well.”
The green maple saw one eye, return a way: “ink is not enough, grind again.”
Not enough? Poria cocos was puzzled. She painted more than enough ink on weekdays. She was curious. Poria cocos didn’t ask in detail, so she continued to polish.
Just now, the Little Prince wanted to take a bath. There was a charcoal fire in the room. Hearing the command of Qingfeng, Ruyi quickly carried a brazier into the study. “Niang Niang, where is the brazier?”
Qingfeng pointed to the front of the desk and said, “let’s put it here.”
“Yes.” Ruyi put down the brazier and set the charcoal fire more vigorously. After a while, the whole study was warm.
Seeing that the mill is finished, the paper and pen are ready, Qingfeng shouts to the inside again: “Shen Yao holds the child.”
“Yes.” Shen Yao came to the study with her child in her arms. The rare little guy had a bath and didn’t go to bed. She came to the new room and looked around.
Ruyi finally guessed what the empress was going to do. She must draw a picture for the little prince! Guessing the master’s mind, Ruyi immediately moves the wooden chair beside the desk to the desk and wants to hold the prince for Shen Yao to sit down and let her mother concentrate on painting. However, Ruyi has just moved the chair, but Qingfeng says, “Shen Yao holds the child to the desk. Ruyi helps to show his hands and feet.”Ruyi was confused, Poria cocos didn’t understand. Shen Yao was as quiet as usual, but they could see that Qingfeng was in high spirits.
As soon as Ruyi took out the child’s little hand from the thick jacket, Qingfeng picked up the biggest brush on the desk, drunk with ink, grabbed the child’s tender hand and applied the ink on it. Ruyi was surprised: “master, this is…”
Cool soft touch, provoked the little guy side back hand, while giggling, finally put the little hand all coated with ink, green maple called: “Poria cocos, take the paper.”
Poria cocos this just returned to God, took a piece of plain rice paper to throw on the desk, green maple gently grasps the child’s small hand covered with ink, printed on, a small palm print left on the paper.
On such a large rice paper, the small handprint was so small that Ruyi could not help sighing: “this small handprint is so lovely!”
Hand has been grasped, the little guy is not happy, began to struggle, make green maple is also a hand of ink. Slowly with a brush, the little guy ran out of patience and was supposed to cry. Qingfeng simply held the child’s little foot and lightly stepped on the inkstone. His foot was black, and the little guy was stunned. Qingfeng took the opportunity to step on the rice paper. Maybe the ink made him feel very fresh. Even if he stepped on a footprint, he shook his feet, so the perfect footprint was surrounded by him It’s a black ball.
A group of people worked hard for a long time and got a ghost amulet, and they all laughed,
Qingfeng was angry and funny, “you’re not a good boy!”
Looking at the paper stained with ink, Qingfeng was not reconciled and said, “print another one.”
There is still some ink on the child’s hands and feet. Qingfeng dares not put his feet on the inkstone this time. He puts on a new piece of rice paper and looks at his black hands. Qingfeng can only say to Ruyi: “Ruyi, hold his hands and feet and print another one…”
“Yes.”
Hands and feet are firmly grasped. This time, the little guy can’t be broken. There are two fingerprints and two footprints on the rice paper.
Ruyi let go of the child’s little feet, let out a long breath, and said with a smile, “this print is perfect!”
“Here comes the water.” Poria cocos do not know when out of the house, at this moment is leading two maids with two pots of hot water came in. The mother and son are having a good time. They don’t look at the climate now. Poria cocos doesn’t say anything. Qingfeng looks at her and her son’s black claws and shrinks her shoulders. She laughs hard to please: “Poria cocos is still sweet.”
Sure enough, the mother and son are connected, and the voice of Qingfeng falls. The little guy shakes his hands and giggles twice. Poria cocos can’t laugh or cry, “well, you wash him quickly, don’t catch cold.”
Ruyi and Shen Yao are busy washing their children’s hands and feet. Poria cocos retreats to one side and looks back. Qingfeng has washed her hands and is holding two pieces of rice paper with fingerprints and footprints. Poria cocos walks over and points to the perfectly printed rice paper and whispers in her ear: “how about Send this to the emperor. ”
The things in my heart were seen through and said. Even the people around me, Qingfeng’s face was still red. She coughed and glared at Poria cocos. Qingfeng pretended to be casual and said, “OK.”
Poria cocos couldn’t help laughing. She was already a mother. She was so uncomfortable. Hear the laughter of Poria cocos, green maple face more red, Poria cocos put a good picture, quickly went out, save a while someone angry.
Poria cocos just went to the hospital, a cold wind suddenly blowing, the soft rice paper in her hand suddenly changed shape, Poria cocos put the painting in her arms, raised her voice and called: “Lan’er, take a painting tube.”
“Yes.”
The wind has been blowing, the scroll has changed shape, this distorted appearance can not be plugged into the painting tube. Poria cocos walked to the corner of the courtyard door, the wind was much smaller. Poria cocos unfolded the painting paper and wanted to roll it up again. Although the wind was smaller, the thin rice paper still kept shaking. The picture scroll was blown a little wrinkled, so it was very difficult to roll it flat.
Poria cocos want to ask for help, a big hand stretched out to help her hold the end of rice paper. Poria cocos looked up, and the owner of that hand was the man who deliberately avoided her these days.
He still cold a face, also didn’t look at her one eye, eyes only stare at the fingerprints and footprints on the drawing paper. Poria cocos but somehow, the heart can’t help but thumping up, Leng for a long time, finally jumped out of a: “thank you.”
Mingze didn’t answer her words. When she finished the painting, she quietly took back her hand and turned out of the hospital.
He’s helping her this time, right?
But why is it so cold?
Is he so? Or She thinks too much?
In order to give the child fingerprints, Qingfeng’s clothes were also stained with ink. As soon as she changed her clothes, Ruyi came in and said in a soft voice, “lady, beauty Yu is coming.”
What is she doing here? I have nothing to do with her. Qingfeng asks Shen Yao to carry the child into the inner room, and Ruyi leads the person in.
“Wanfu Jin’an, Empress of Qing Dynasty.” Yu Yueying is dressed in a light yellow palace dress. Her soft voice sounds a little timid. The woman who can enter the harem looks good, but her words and deeds are mean. Green maple smile, back: “no need to be polite, sit.”Yu Yueying sat down in a chair beside her. The maids in the palace offered tea. Qingfeng drank it for herself and did not speak. Yu Yueying nervously took a wooden box from the maid’s hand and gently opened it. There was a gorgeous red satin purse lying inside. When she got up and stepped forward, Yu Yueying said in a soft voice: “this is the Ruyi sachet embroidered by Yueying herself. It’s for the little prince. May God bless the prince for peace and good luck.”
Ruyi took the wooden box and sent it to Qingfeng. Qingfeng took a look, fabric is the most valuable red satin, embroidery is also good, Qingfeng nodded slightly, “thank you.” It’s also a pouch sachet, but it’s not so lucky. Qingfeng looks at it differently. She just waves her hand slightly. Ruyi has closed the wooden box and retreated.