prince's rivers and lakes

Chapter 3 Chopped Cherries

The second housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion saw Qin Shouan and Tang Wanrong face to face, and Tang Wanrong's eyes were like the cold snow falling on the mountain outside the city, she quickly laughed and turned around and ran away.

At that time, Fang Duwei, the prime minister of the dynasty, and Langya Palace were separated by a bluestone alley, and the apricot blossoms in the backyards of the two families protruded and intertwined.

There are also all kinds of ivy, wisteria, and green radish, which are luxuriant, climbing up the walls in large areas, and hanging all over the alleys when they bloom.

The second butler was Fang Sande, who was slightly fat and panted when he walked. He walked through the alley with his clothes in his hands, pushed aside the dew-stained vines, entered the mansion by the side door, and trotted all the way to the water pavilion in the backyard.

The shape of the waterside pavilion resembles a giant birdcage, with colorful enamel and glass used on the top, pure white and elegant walls, and clear morning light from the wide floor-to-ceiling windows.

Surrounded by flowers blooming brightly in emerald green, surrounded by sparkling lakes, water birds lightly touch the waves, swimming fish jump, it is too beautiful to behold.

"I... my empress, Prince Langya is indeed tall and straight as in the portrait, his waist is like a wolf dog, his appearance is better than that of an immortal, his legs are as long as a crane, his shoulders are broad and his hips are narrow, he can be called a peerless handsome man."

Fang Sande reported back through the dense pearlescent curtain. After speaking, he held his breath, bowed his head respectfully and stood with his hands folded. The dew on his hair was dripping down, and he didn't dare to tidy it up.

A long scroll was thrown out from the door curtain and spread out along the stone steps. On it was the portrait of Qin Shouan, the heir son of King Langya.

If he was here, he would be able to recognize that it was the one sent back to Prince Langya's residence on his birthday.

"Is he really grown up like this?"

"Yes... not to say they are exactly the same, but ninety percent of them are similar."

"Humph!"

The proud cold voice passed through the bead curtain, and there was deep dissatisfaction in the commandment.

As if a sparrow that had just learned to sing on the clouds, it chirped and sang, but it didn't get the response and praise from another sparrow it liked, so it opened its small mouth angrily and let out a long chirp.

"How dare he grow into another look without authorization!" Que'er became even more angry.

"..."

"Tell me again, did he come in?" Another soft voice said, as if the point of the matter was not what Qin Shouan had become.

Fang Sande was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound, but when he heard his young lady's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He hurriedly went around early in the morning, watched in secret, and the news he had exchanged with the ladies and ladies, combined with the real situation at the scene, and finished the story in one go.

"Go down."

Fang Sande took a few steps back, then turned around and left quickly.

A slender and white hand pushed aside the bead curtain, picked up the portrait that had been thrown on the ground, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes as he stared at the handsome man. It was Fang Duwei's youngest daughter, Fang Zhimei.

"One day, two days, three days, four days..."

Fang Zhimei counted with his fingers, "We've been waiting here for four days...Brother Shou'an must have been delayed on the way..."

"Who has been waiting for him for four days? Just you!"

Fang Zhimei glanced at the Empress Empress who seemed a bit embarrassed, and then said: "He came back in a hurry, he didn't make any preparations, and he didn't expect that the Tang family would seize power in such a hurry. It is already very decisive to deal with it like this. He was as good at making decisions when he played with us as a child, and he was not procrastinating at all."

Speaking of childhood, the empress opened another picture scroll, but on it was a round little boy, with his hands clenched against his waist, his head held high and his chest held high, a bit arrogant and domineering.

There are other people in the picture scroll, the one standing in the far corner is the youngest Fang Zhimei who wants to look as tall as the others.

Fang Zhimei knew five or six out of ten of the people in the painting, except for the round little boy Qin Shouan, who bent over and reached out to touch his belly, his face was full of surprise and joy. The cute little girl was the empress in front of her.

Another young boy who occupies a prominent position in the picture scroll and looks extremely arrogant and indifferent has become the present day.

The other young children scattered in the picture scroll are not all the children of high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Counting them scatteredly, there are as many as [-] or [-]. They have different postures and vivid expressions. , vividly depicted.

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and some of these people are still in Longyin City, have been promoted to nobles, and inherited the family business.

Some are still playboys, addicted to wine and sex all day long.

There are even some who have traveled overseas without any news, and their whereabouts are unknown. It is absolutely impossible to get these people together to play together again.

Fang Zhimei smiled faintly as he thought about the thoughts of these young girls who were forced to express their worries for new words.

You must know that the gathering of people in this painting is not a real scene, but it was drawn by her father Fang Duwei in three months, and it was a birthday present for the empress.

"Youth time is always blown away by the rain and the wind." The empress seemed to be affected by Fang Zhimei's emotions, she pinched a cherry, but it fell to the ground.

Fang Zhimei was thinking about the intrigue in the mansion next door. From a personal point of view, she hoped that Prince Langya, who was called "Brother Shou'an" when she was a child, would win in the end.

Glancing at the empress, she was out of the palace to play, but in the backyard of the prime minister's private house, she relaxed casually.

The cloud temples were slightly scattered, which added a touch of charm to her laziness, and the cloak could not be hung on her soft shoulders, revealing her collarbone groove full of morning light.

The chest is as elegant and majestic as the snow-capped mountains outside Longyin City, but the waist is extremely slender, the long skirt slips off and the jade shoots are slender and straight, and she steps on the cherry with her bare feet.

The two icy and snowy toes crushed the cherry finely, and the sweet juice bloomed, but dyed the gap between the white and fat toes into a ripe bright red.

"My lady never thought that brother Shou'an would turn into a handsome man like a green pine on a cliff. I'm afraid he never thought about it either. My lady, who has undergone eighteen transformations, is already a beauty that will overwhelm the country and the city."

Fang Zhimei's eyes moved away from the empress's bust that was crushed and showing a tendency to crack. The empress had really grown up.

"I am old, but he is young."

There was a little rosiness and obsequiousness on the queen's pink cheeks, "Look at him, he doesn't have a soft belly at all now, he looks like a young man who is posing in Huajie and Liuxiang, and seduces women with his skinny face .”

Fang Zhimei was somewhat suspicious of the shyness and charm overflowing from the eyes of the empress: You are the empress now, do you still want to touch her soft belly like you did when you were a child?

I heard that fat people often use their soft belly to attract such women, and then the belly bumps, which makes the woman fall in love... Well, Fang Zhimei has never experienced it, just listen to those aunts in the streets and alleys. The sisters-in-law talked about some of their experiences.

In short, the current Qin Shouan's body and appearance will be more popular, Fang Zhimei unfolds the recent picture scroll with his back to the empress, and looks at the unparalleled beauty, how can those young masters compare with him?
Thinking of his aunts and sisters-in-law's descriptions and descriptions of the wonderful uses of men, Fang Zhimei also pinched a cherry and stuffed it into his mouth, but he didn't suck it, bite it, or chew it, his mind wandered, and his legs suddenly softened. Sitting down, facing the suspicious eyes of the empress, he quickly bit the cherry in his mouth, and his mouth was full of sweetness.

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