my wife is queen

Chapter 15 Enchanting
Red-shaded lamps, green curtains, a blue and white flower goblet are placed on the sour branch wooden table, behind which there is a lacquered night banquet screen, and several eight-legged round drum stools are placed on both sides.

The furnishings in the wing room are simple and elegant.

Li Mian sat on an eight-legged round drum stool, glanced casually, thought she was an ordinary family with simple food and light food, but saw a branch of plum-petal Chunlan growing in the blue and white flower pot, her identity was not simple.

Plum petal Chunlai, also known as Song Mei, is the rarest and most valuable of the eight types of Chunlan. Just one branch of Chunlan is enough for an ordinary family to spend ten years.

Chen Yuanyuan sat on the small red clay stove with a copper pot in her hand, pulled up her skirt, squatted on the ground and began to add some dry firewood into it. Since her back was facing Li Mian, she outlined a rounded line.

Li Mian glanced at it, and secretly lamented that the dry wood had already burned before it was lit.

The pheasant slave followed the uncle closely, and when Chen Yuanyuan pulled up her skirt, her eyes widened, and she secretly twisted the double-ring bun to take a look at her buttocks, and then at Chen Yuanyuan who was squatting on the ground.

The pheasant slave was envious: "The little lady will definitely have many sons."

There are only three people in the wing room, Mr. Li is a man, and the little lady who said pheasant slave is not talking about herself.

There is only one person left.

Chen Yuanyuan looked back in confusion, and saw that the pheasant slave was staring at her round back and yelling, and stood up in a daze.

Qiu Shui subconsciously looked at Li Mian, but in the end he was admiring the plum-petal Chunlan, not pretending to admire the plum-petal Chunlan, but really admiring the rare and precious Song Mei.

For a moment, Chen Yuanyuan didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

There is joy, but there is also a bit of disappointment.

When a good-looking woman is left out in the cold, there will always be some faint disappointment in her heart.

However, Li Mian's impression in her heart became clearer and clearer. Of all the gentlemen and talents she had come into contact with in her life, no one had ever had any ambitions like him after seeing the beautiful and beautiful Chen Yuanyuan.

He exudes a sense of calmness, leisure, and frankness, but he does not have the red tape of those scholars who claim to be romantic and talented. They seem to be romantic and have a sense of dogma.

Chen Yuanyuan's feeling when getting along with Li Mian was completely different, very comfortable and relaxed, and he could not feel some dogma left by Song Confucianism from him.

He looked more like a person than a woman.

Chen Yuanyuan put away her panic and made a wish: "Mr. Li, don't blame it. The family is not like a wealthy family. Hot water is prepared all the year round. Please ask Mr. Li to wait for half a stick of incense. When the hot water boils, you can give it to me." The young master has made a cup of tea."

Li Mian nodded, expressing his understanding. The seven things to open the door are firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. Firewood ranks first, which shows that it is important. In some prefectures and counties that lack firewood, the silver price of firewood is much higher than other counties.

Runing Mansion is densely populated and lacks firewood. Whenever it rains continuously, even wealthy families can only open their doors to cook.

Hot water is kept in the kitchen all year round, which is either rich or expensive, and not ordinary people can afford it.

Chen Yuanyuan changed the direction, squatted sideways on the ground, picked up the neatly piled firewood from the side, and put it in the small red clay stove.

Her back-to-back posture has been changed to a side-to-side posture, and there is a difference, but it makes her rounded curves more visible at a glance.

Li Mian glanced at it, and the scene by the Jinshui River in the early morning appeared in his mind, the peonies in full bloom in the turbulent waves, matched with the attractive round back.

Really extremely ecstasy.

If anyone marries her home, at least ten years of life will be lost, um...at most one year.

It must be a rotation of singing and singing every night and prostitution during the day, and it will be squeezed dry in only one year, turning into a dead cow.

Li Mian noticed the way she lit the fire, and became suspicious of her identity again. She seemed to be quite skilled, and she didn't rush in the firewood, but put the firewood on the floor.

She then took out the fire booklet and quickly lit the fire. She was not like a rich lady who didn't touch the spring water with her fingers, but more like an ordinary woman who was full of fireworks and virtuous.

But her beautiful face and graceful figure have nothing to do with ordinary people.

When the copper pot emits heat, the lid of the pot keeps jumping up.

Chen Yuanyuan ran up the corridor to the second floor, the roundness of the back became more obvious, and Li Mian sitting downstairs had a panoramic view.

The pheasant slave's eyes widened.

Li Mian didn't pretend not to look at it, and enjoyed the rare beauty of the house. After the roundness disappeared on the corridor, he turned his eyes away and looked at the cute and cute pheasant slave.

He stretched out his hand to gently support the chin of the pheasant slave, helped her close her small mouth, and asked, "Is the candied fruit delicious?"

With something on his mind, the pheasant slave first ordered the double-ring bun, then shook his head, thinking that he must ask Sister Yuanyuan what she usually eats in order to make her little butt grow big and round.

Auntie Datong by the Jinshui River has the ability to sit in a vat. She has worked hard since she was a child and has developed a plump figure, but she can't bear that hardship.

Besides, listening to Sister Yuanyuan's accent, she is not from Datong Mansion, she must have eaten candied fruit made with a secret recipe, and she has a graceful figure.

While the pheasant slave was thinking wildly, Chen Yuanyuan came down with a red tin box, pulled off the lid, took out gardenia tangerine peel tea, put it in a blue and white glazed bowl, and brewed three cups.

Li Mian took a sip, and asked quite smoothly, "Why don't you see that little donkey of yours? Sell it? Well, that donkey has become a bit stubborn. Selling it is a good decision. You can replace it with an obedient donkey." mule."

Chen Yuanyuan was taken aback for a moment, and burst out laughing. In the past, all the talented scholars and celebrities who had drunk the gardenia tangerine peel tea made by her personally wished to praise it to the sky. Those who recited ten or eight poems to praise this tea should only be in the sky.

Mr. Li took a sip, didn't mention the taste of gardenia tangerine peel tea, and asked about other things.

Thinking about it, no matter whether it is a gifted scholar or a celebrity, or Mr. Li Mian, after drinking all kinds of famous tribute tea, it is not necessarily true that the tea she scented tastes better than tribute tea.

Talented scholars and celebrities have a very clear mind, trying to take the opportunity to win her heart.

Li Mian gave her a strange look: "Could I have guessed wrong, if you didn't sell the donkey for a mule, then you will suffer, the little donkey won't leave even if its stubborn temper comes up."

Chen Yuanyuan smiled slightly, walked to the side of the lacquered night banquet screen, pointed to the back and said: "Young master will understand when you get to the yard."

It was only the second meeting, and it was very rare to invite Li Mian into the exquisite building.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't even realize that she treated Li Mian like a friend who had been with him for many years and came to visit, patiently explaining the furnishings and courtyard at home.

(End of this chapter)