Hongxiu followed Qiao Zizhang into the gate, bowed his head all the way without saying a word, just quietly followed behind.
Be cautious in your words and deeds, and always keep it in Hongxiu's heart.
Also, that indisputable factual identity - the maid of Tongfang!
"Are you tired? Just turn this corner and we'll be there." Qiao Zizhang pondered for a long time, but the first sentence he spoke was this harmless greeting.
"May I ask Master Zizhang, where is the kitchen? The servant put down his luggage and went to cook." Hongxiu respected etiquette and spoke softly, but to Qiao Zizhang's ears, it sounded chilling and cold to the bone.
"Hongxiu, what did you say?" Qiao Zizhang's heart was trembling.
"The servant girl said..." Hongxiu was about to speak, but Qiao Zizhang held tightly to her slender arm, pulling her forward without any explanation.
"Master Zizhang!" Hongxiu exclaimed in surprise, but she couldn't help herself.
Turning a corner, a spacious and bright inner courtyard stands in front of you.
This is the courtyard within the courtyard where Qiao Zizhang himself lives. Two domestic servants at the door, one with a broom and the other with a rag, were cleaning carefully.
"Master Zizhang!" Seeing Qiao Zizhang approaching, the two servants immediately put down their work and greeted politely.
"Why, is one eye missing? Didn't you see the young mistress? Say hello soon!" Qiao Zizhang tightly pulled the red sleeve, his eyes full of anger.
"Hello, young mistress!" The two servants hurriedly bowed their heads to salute Hongxiu.
"Okay, it's none of your business, go get busy!" Qiao Zizhang waved his hand impatiently.
"Master Zizhang, this can't be done, servant girl..." Hongxiu has never seen such a situation before, her tears have been cried last night, and her dream of marrying into Qiao's mansion has long been shattered; Always keep in mind her own identity, she is the housemaid, just the housemaid!
But at this moment, she was forced to address her as "Young Mistress" by two servants. She couldn't bear this title.
Hong Xiu's eyes were terrified, like a frightened little rabbit, at a loss. Want to escape, but there is no way to escape.
"Follow me!" Before her panic calmed down, Qiao Zizhang held her hand tightly again, and gently pushed open the wooden door of a room in the courtyard.
The character "Xi" in bright red is neatly pasted on the front wall.
Although the two red candles were not the dragon and phoenix wedding candles arranged at the wedding, they were still extremely red.
Fresh fruits and all kinds of dried fruits are placed in front of the stage; several pots of camellias blooming temptingly add joy to the house.
Turn around the front hall, bypass the study, and come to the bedroom.
All the furniture is clean enough to reflect people.
Without exception, all the decorations are pasted with big red happy words.
big and small. The specifications are different and the shapes are different. It can be seen that they are made by different people. Although they are not very skilled, they are careful and meticulous.
That was all last night. What the servants of the Qiao Mansion did.
The exquisitely carved wooden bed, brand new bedding, and porcelain pillows, although they are not mandarin ducks playing in the water or pomegranate seeds, are all elegant and exquisite.
That is the finest Su Duan tribute brocade, which can only be found in the palace. Ordinary people have never owned it.
Hongxiu was fascinated by watching it for a while. Although this situation and this scene were not the rules that a married couple should have, they were full of emotion and heart.
"Hongxiu, remember, no matter what others say. In my heart, Qiao Zizhang, you will always be an irreplaceable wife! Even if my father forces me to marry some Miss Zhang family, Miss Zhao family, your status as Li Hongxiu In my heart, I will always be unmatched!" Qiao Zizhang held Hong Xiu's hand tightly. Affectionate style.
"But, Master Zizhang..." Tears welled up in his eyes again, Hongxiu Ren Qiao Zizhang held his hand tightly, unable to move, but he still wanted to say something.
"I said, don't call me Master Zizhang! You are my wife! Call me Zizhang!" Qiao Zizhang's eyes were fixed on Hongxiu, as if he wanted to see her completely and melt into his heart.
Slave dare not... Slave..." Hongxiu smiled and shed tears. The identity of that housemaid is like a lock without a key, tightly locking her heart that once had fantasies. The person in front of her is the person in her heart. Humans are aloof and unable to cling to.
Hongxiu muttered to himself, but stopped talking.
However, before the phrase "servant" was uttered, a warm and strong embrace had already embraced her tightly, hugging and sticking to each other tightly, as if there was no gap, as if she had melted into that embrace in an instant One body, with a teary face tightly attached to the generous chest, "Dong Dong, Dong Dong" a powerful and warm voice was beating!
"But, servant girl..." Hongxiu struggled to explain clearly that she was not some young mistress, she was just the shopkeeper's daughter, just a housemaid, this is an indisputable fact!
However, the more she tried to break free, the tighter the embrace became, so tight that she couldn't move or breathe.
"Ah" a muffled groan came from Hong Xiu's throat.
Only then did Qiao Zizhang realize that his trembling hands were about to completely rub the red sleeve into his body.
He was afraid that as soon as he let go, she would struggle to break free, and then politely bowed down to salute; he was afraid that as soon as he let go, she would rush in and out, saying the strange address "Master Zizhang" all over his mouth!
However, he hugged her too tightly for too long, and he was afraid that he would break the bunny-like beauty in his arms. Although he couldn't bear to let go, he still slightly loosened his arms.
really.
"Servant..." She still called herself that cold title.
The small cherry mouth of the red sleeve only moved slightly, but Qiao Zizhang's heart was already torn by these two words, and he couldn't care less about it anymore. girl.
What "slaves", what "servant maids"! Let all the damned titles suck into my lips, melt into my heart, and let me take them away for you! You are Hongxiu, you are not a maid, let alone a slave, you are just my wife, my Qiao Zizhang's wife!
Qiao Zizhang's inch-by-inch lips tightly wrapped the thin cherry mouth of the red sleeves tightly. Her lips were completely outlined by his heat. A trace of moistness was urgent and powerful at first, but it also felt her panic And shy, then became gentle and slow, slowly took possession of her breath Rulan, her broken jade teeth.
Under his warm and gentle package, she tentatively touched her soft lilac tongue, never expecting that this only touch would be met with a stormy response.
Responding to her lips, her cheeks. Her eyes, her forehead.
Several times suffocated, several times relieved, several times strong. Several times.
In the end, in exchange for two young lives roaring low, breath uneven, trembling slightly.
Qiao Zizhang regained his composure, took a deep breath, suddenly picked up the red sleeve in front of him, and strode towards the bed behind him.
The curtains fall lightly, filling the room with fragrance.
Warm words in a soft voice, the light shifts in embarrassment.
"Hongxiu, you can rest here from now on. Don't leave your hands on all the trivial matters in the mansion. You just need to stay by my side on weekdays, help me with my business outside, and study with me inside." Qiao Zizhang gently put down his arms The red sleeve in the middle turned over and lay beside Hong Xiu. Looking seriously into her clear eyes, he said slowly.
"Then...you..." Hongxiu was puzzled, she just embraced and kissed lingeringly, and when the curtain was lightly opened and gently fell on the brand-new bed, she thought that the next moment would be the ceremony of becoming a new wife... But no She once thought that her young master Zizhang took her by his side with all kinds of care. But it is such a modest gentleman who treats each other with courtesy.
"Don't worry, I, Qiao Zizhang, said that I will marry you into Qiao's mansion in Beijing in a grand manner with eight sedan chairs! I, Qiao Zizhang, will never break my promise! This is the provincial capital, not Beijing, so I have to wrong you." Hongxiu. Let me do some troublesome things for now, I wonder if my Hongxiu is willing?" Qiao Zizhang lay sideways beside Hongxiu, his eyes full of affection.
"But..." Hongxiu couldn't understand, what did he mean? Could it be that you want to treat me with courtesy all the way to the capital? Could it be that. Knowing that Master Qiao won't allow it, he still insists on marrying me
"Trust me! I will definitely give you a grand wedding!" After Qiao Zizhang finished speaking, he gently pinched Hongxiu's cute little nose, slowly got up, and went to the study.
Hong Xiu immediately got up to follow, only to see behind the screen in the study room, a pair of narrow imperial concubine couch, already ready to look at another set of bedding.
Of all the emotions in the world, only love is the deepest.
At this moment, Qiao Zizhang is using his tall and straight body of seven feet to show Hongxiu that even though he has prepared everything for the wedding, this is not the bridal chamber he wants.
He will not let Hongxiu be a housemaid, and he will not let Hongxiu be a slave or concubine in the future. He wants to give her complete love without any flaws.
In the world, there is a kind of love called waiting, and a kind of love called distance.
Just like at this moment, the wooden bed in the bedroom is prepared for Hongxiu, and the distance between the two lovers who are connected with each other is only a distance of a screen.
Qiao Zizhang believes that given time, when he is fully prepared, he will definitely remove the screen and give his red sleeve a happy life!
As night fell, the small courtyard of the Wen family was filled with warm joy.
At nightfall, a wooden door is gently closed and another wooden door is gently opened.
A rustling sound came to the small kitchen of Mr. Songtao's house.
"I knew you would come, so I left the door for you." Ren Yue pulled Rou Rou into the kitchen and stood in front of Cai Mi.
"Cai Bo, how could he know about my agreement with you?" Rou Rou looked at Ren Yue full of doubts.
"Hehe, I know what you don't know! Hehe, Uncle Cai, I brought you the man, so I won't bother you to teach your apprentice." Ren Yue smiled softly, turned around and wanted to leave.
"Thank you, Mr. Ren, for your help. Uncle Cai's help is really great for Rou'er. It will depend on Uncle Cai whether he will succeed in two months!" Gently and gratefully, he nodded to Ren Yue.
"Two months?" Ren Yue was stunned. This time point was too sensitive for him, so sensitive that he didn't want to mention it, let alone believe that Wenrou already knew it.
"Girl Rou, the two months you mentioned are the selection of chefs in Beijing two months later?" Cai Mi was the first to break the deadlock.
"Exactly, Uncle Cai, you also know? Hehe, the news of Master Qiao spread really fast." He smiled softly and charmingly.
"You want to go that much?" Ren Yue changed his gentle and refined expression to one of ice-cold one.