After a long while, Ruoruo raised her head, and said without a word, "But what about father?"
Fan Xian frowned and said, "With me being filial in the capital, you can play with peace of mind for two years."
"But... so we can really call off the marriage?" Fan Ruoruo still didn't believe it.
"Ku He's face... is much bigger than that of the monster emperor of Northern Qi." Fan Xian said with a smile: "Even our Majesty Qing will give him two face. Besides, you are worshiping under Ku He's family. Postpone the marriage for two years, Prince Jing's Mansion will be able to explain it to you."
Fan Ruoruo shook his head: "It's not that simple."
Fan Xian bit his thin lips with a headache. Of course, it was inconvenient for him to tell his sister about the matter on the route of Shizi and Chao Zheng. "One thing has to cause so many things, I'm afraid she will really bite the bullet and get married!
"The key is that you're only sixteen!" Fan Xian said sternly, "Sixteen, a little girl who hasn't matured in movies yet, why marry? This is blatant persecution."
Fan Ruoruo's complexion changed from white to bright red, and she was so ashamed that she punched him with a fist: "How do you talk when you are an older brother?" She murmured for a long time, and boldly retorted: "Besides, when my sister-in-law married you, sixteen Not yet old enough?"
Fan Xian rolled the whites of his eyes and almost fainted.
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"Brother, in fact... if I can really leave the capital and go see the world, I will be really happy." Fan Ruoruo's pupils are full of yearning for freedom, "It's just... the thought of leaving your side makes me feel so happy." I feel a little flustered and a little scared.”
Fan Xian smiled and said, "Silly boy, everyone will always be afraid before learning to be truly self-reliant, just like when we were young when we first learned to walk."
Fan Ruoruo covered her lips and smiled, "Really? But I heard from people in Danzhou that my brother learned to walk faster than others when he was young, and he started running around as soon as he learned to walk, so he's not afraid at all."
Fan Xian thought to himself, I am a freak, and ordinary people can't learn it.
"Okay, I'm just asking for your opinion. Since you're willing, leave this matter to me." Fan Xian stroked his sister's head and said with concern: "Of course I'll take care of it, you are unique. Fan Xian's younger sister, of course, has to become a unique woman in this world."
Fan Ruoruo nodded movedly, but didn't promise anything, and suddenly thought of that girl Haitang from the matter of Master Ku He accepting her apprentice, and thought of her elder brother and that girl who seemed to have...something, she couldn't help but snickered, got up and left, and said, "Sister-in-law I have something for you, I'll call her in."
Fan Xian froze for a moment, then watched his sister disappear at the door.
Fan Ruoruo was walking in the empty and quiet back garden, and couldn't help but look up at the sky. The thick clouds in the sky were gently pushed to the east by the wind, revealing a light gray sky and a burr-like gray wheel. The sun always makes people look uncomfortable.
She reached out and stroked the tops of neat holly trees in the back garden, thinking of the possibility of going to a foreign country next year, where she could get rid of the sticky air in Kyoto that was almost unbreathable, and get rid of the boring poems of those ladies and gentlemen. Yes, she could get rid of that marriage that she couldn't even imagine, her heart felt joyful for a while, but then she felt a sudden emptiness.
The girl's fingers clenched subconsciously, but they were scratched by the thorns of the leaves, causing slight pain. Thinking of the master saying that she must cherish her own hands, she retracted her hands like lightning, extremely fast. She thought in her heart, whether to go to the north or not, she should wait for the master to come back and ask.
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"What are you and Ruoruo talking about?" Wan'er watched the sister-in-law go away, walked into the room softly, and asked mysteriously.
Fan Xian replied mysteriously: "...I can't say it."
Wan'er was so angry that she sat in front of the dressing table, reached for the comb and began to comb her hair. Fan Xian walked forward with a smile, took the comb and helped her comb it. The wooden teeth of the comb slid over his wife's long hair without hindrance and very smoothly.
Fan Xianyi said, "You and your sister both have pretty good hair."
Wan'er giggled and said, "It all depends on the set of household utensils that Xianggong made in Danzhou. It is convenient to wash your hair, and it is naturally well maintained."
Fan Xian didn't believe it, so he went closer to smell it, and found that it was indeed a faint fragrance with no peculiar smell. Wan'er got annoyed, and pretended to slap her: "It can be seen from this that you didn't pay attention when you were getting close to me on weekdays."
Standing behind her, Fan Xian cast several eyes on his wife's body. Through the slightly open neckline, he saw a touch of tenderness. His heart swayed, and he said with a smile: "You don't have to use your heart to get close, but you can also use your eyes." .”
Lin Wan'er heard the meaning of Xianggong's words, and fastened her collar in embarrassment. She didn't dress casually at home, but she didn't expect that the satyr Xianggong would occupy the best terrain so cleverly.
Fan Xian hugged his wife in his arms, sniffed her breath deeply, buried his face in the softness of her chest, took a few deep breaths, and said sadly: "Recently these days I always feel that I long for something, but Can't find the source."
Lin Wan'er thought he was talking about such embarrassing things, so she spat and tried to get out of his embrace, but she couldn't get rid of his iron arms. Fan Xian giggled and said, "Don't be petty. I can't tell you what I said to my sister for now. You will know it in the future."
Lin Wan'er opened her curious eyes: "So cautious?"
Fan Xian said with a bitter face: "It's almost the biggest nonsense in the world." He remembered what his sister said earlier, and couldn't help asking curiously: "My sister said you have something for me, what is it?"
Lin Wan'er gritted her teeth angrily and said, "That little traitor, I wanted to see how you've behaved recently, before I see if I'll let you."
Fan Xian said with a chuckle, "Anyway, it's for me, I beg the princess to give it to the young one."
Lin Wan'er pouted her fleshy mouth: "No."
A wicked smile gradually appeared on Fan Xian's face, his hands were groping around her soft and greasy waist, twisting and kneading, after a burst of panic screaming, Wan'er was finally defeated, panting and took out something from her bosom , threw it on Fan Xian's face, and said, "Here, let me down!"
A gust of fragrant wind hit his face, and a towel covered his face. Fan Xian subconsciously let go of his hands, pulled them off and looked, but was stunned.
An embroidered handkerchief, with a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on it, is swimming in the blue waves.
Cloth is good cloth, a tribute from the palace, and the best in the world brought up by weaving in the south of the Yangtze River.
The thread is a good thread, whether it is gold or yellow, red or green, you can see the texture of this thread, and it is presumably the selected material of Suzhou Prefecture.
The meaning is also a good intention, the mandarin ducks are in pairs, the blue waves are rippling, and there is a weeping peach on the water, and three or two pink flowers are blooming.
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This needlework is really... not so good!
I saw the stitches jumping back and forth, and the densely packed small holes beside the thread clearly proved that the embroiderer had regretted countless stitches. Even so, the embroidered lines were still crooked, and there was no sense of smoothness. A pair of mandarin ducks that should be in peace are embroidered into funny-looking water birds, and those pink peaches are embroidered into post-modern deconstructive color groups!
Fan Xian's eyes widened as he looked at the embroidered handkerchief—that wave of clear water was actually just a few plain water lines, and the embroidery was pretty good, but why did they use yellow thread
Is this embroidered a picture of the deformed waterfowl group on the Yellow River
Endured and endured, Fan Xian watched and watched, and finally couldn't help bursting into a series of laughs!
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Laughter spread throughout the whole house. Wan'er, who was very self-aware, had already hid in her sister-in-law's room in shame. Back in the room, he stretched out his orchid fingers with his hands on his hips, pointed at Fan Xian's nose and cursed, "Don't laugh!"
Fan Xian looked at his wife's swollen cheeks and laughed out of joy. He quickly covered his mouth with one hand and his belly with the other, and leaned back and forth on the chair like a tumbler.
Lin Wan'er was ashamed, annoyed and wanted to laugh, so she rushed forward and grabbed the embroidered handkerchief in Fan Xian's hand. Fan Xian was not willing to give it to her, grabbed it and put it back in his arms, finally stopped laughing, and said seriously: "My dear Waner, this is the first thing you embroidered for your husband, since you gave it, you can't do it again." take it back."
Lin Wan'er was born noble, and grew up in the palace since she was a child. She has always been served by nanny and palace maids. She has never been a female celebrity. So when he thought of his wife embroidering a square scarf for him, although the needlework was a bit rough, the deep affection contained in it really moved Fan Xian very much.
He held his wife's hands distressedly, looked at the red dots on the other's fingertips, and breathed on her white onion fingertips distressedly, and said, "Don't embroider next time, I will embroider for you. When Zhou was fine, he also studied for a few days."
Seeing his concerned expression, Lin Wan'er felt extremely warm in her heart, but she was extremely depressed when she heard these words, and she muttered: "I married a husband, but he was born prettier than myself, and you are actually a female star, so careful..." She He pursed his mouth and was about to cry, "Fan Xian! Do you want me to live?"
"Little fool." Fan Xian squeezed her soft face lovingly, and said, "If you don't live like this, then I think these young ladies in Kyoto will commit suicide en masse. Who can compare with me? Such a genius comparison, you must know that my husband and I can defeat generals in martial arts, write poems in literature, make trouble in officialdom when we are bold, and sit quietly and embroider in quiet places... Who am I? I am an unborn genius."
Listening to him bragging about himself and putting on a disgusting narcissism, Lin Wan'er smiled through her tears, pierced his forehead with one finger, and said, "Look at your complacency."
Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, unspeakably cheap: "To be able to marry you, of course I have to be proud of myself."
Lin Wan'er was taken aback suddenly, and reached out to touch his arms.
Fan Xian stretched out his hand to protect his chastity, and said anxiously, "I promised to give it to me, so what else is there to grab?"
Lin Wan'er's eyes suddenly flashed a glint of complacency: "It's not my one, it's yours."
Fan Xian was taken aback, then watched Lin Wan'er take out a flowered scarf from her bosom, which he stole from Haitang's head when he left Shangjing. Lin Wan'er looked at him with a wide-eyed smile: "Since you want mine, then let me keep this one."
With a buzzing in Fan Xian's mind, he realized that the reason why his wife endured the pain in her fingers and kept trying to embroider this handkerchief in a secret way was...it was delicious! Although he and Haitang had no personal interests, but with the evidence presented in court at this time, he was dumbfounded and didn't know how to defend himself, so he could only mumble: "Wan'er, you misunderstood, I told you before, that Haitang She is very uncharacteristic, how could I fall in love with her, your husband-in-law?"
Lin Wan'er snorted, and said: "You have always had different tastes. At the beginning, you praised me for being beautiful every day, and I thought it was strange, but I just thought you were sweet-talked and good at coaxing people. If you know from your mouth, you really think I'm... beautiful! It can be seen that your vision is different from that of the world, who would believe you. "
Fan Xian pretended to be angry and said, "Who dares to say that my daughter-in-law is not beautiful?"
Lin Waner imitated his usual manner and shrugged: "No one has ever thought that I was born beautiful."
Fan Xian scratched his head, Xiaoyi asked: "Could it be... there is really something wrong with my eyesight?"
Lin Wan'er covered her mouth with a smile, and suddenly said sternly: "Don't interrupt." She waved the begonia flower scarf in her hand, and said triumphantly: "This piece belongs to me, you have no objection."
Fan Xian said with a bitter face, "No objection, no objection."
Lin Wan'er giggled, and walked out of the house, when she came to the door, she suddenly turned her head and said: "You either take that Haitang girl into the house, or you stop thinking about it, a man is a man, he wears a handkerchief every day as a read Thinking about it, you have no courage at all, even my wife would blush for you."
Fan Xian waved his hand and blew her a kiss, and said with a sneer, "This shows that I am much purer than you."
Lin Wan'er spat at him.
Fan Xian suddenly thought of an important matter, and asked nervously, "Wan'er, I remember that your birthday was just celebrated, so when we got married, you should have turned sixteen, right?"
Lin Wan'er opened her eyes curiously and nodded.
Fan Xian patted his chest and said, "That's good, that's good."
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The next day, outside the Fan residence, in the carriage.
"My lord, where are we going?" Shi Chanli asked his teacher with some headaches, because the teacher looked very sinister today with a smile on his lips, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart. Beijing is not very quiet now, Doesn't the teacher want to stop
Fan Xian looked at the embroidered handkerchief in his hand and laughed at the deformed waterfowl on it, but felt a little heartbroken. The turban on Haitang's head was a strong person on the ninth rank! If I could steal it myself, I took such a risk, but my wife confiscated it all at once.
He raised his head and looked at Shi Chanli's and Deng Ziyue's questioning eyes, then came back to his senses, gritted his teeth, and said bitterly: "Go! Go to Baoyue Tower to have a look... The official's family affairs are not going well, I want to relax , and by the way, learn embroidery skills with the girls in the building."