Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 644 How to make a sissy (1)
The rightful master had left, and the servants dispersed in a rush.

In this small courtyard, only the old mother was left, holding the crying baby boy and sighing. From the beginning to the end, no one went to take a look. The mother in the room who had been exhausted for a whole night screamed as early as the moment the baby was born. Gradually subsided, only the strong and pungent smell of blood lingered for a long time...

The news that the guard of Zhulan City was happy to get Linzi spread rapidly in this desolate border town.

However, the people asked again: "What does the young master look like?"

Everyone in the mansion kept silent and kept secret.

Everyone thinks of Hua Mei's words. When the young master grows up and looks masculine and masculine, no one will remember his appearance that is even more seductive than a woman's. Hua Chongli is especially for this reason. Give him the name Huaqian, which means hard work.

The hope is beautiful, but the reality is skinny!
He must have forgotten that a thousand tempered thousand is also a thousand charming and charming.

squeak...

The maid held the lunch and pushed the door in: "Young Master, eat..."

boom!
The tray in his hand fell to the ground instantly.

Porcelain pieces splashed and the soup overflowed.

The servant girl trembled in shock, rushed forward in an instant, and tore off Hua Qian's long skirt that she stole from someone who didn't know when, and while tearing it anxiously, she didn't care about complaining again and again: "Young master!" , why are you wearing a skirt again, if the master sees it, the servants will be punished!"

The little five-year-old Huaqian stood motionless, letting her tear up the maid's skirt that she had so hard to steal, and stretched her claws to the top of her head, pulling out the hairpin that was full of glittering gold. .

The tinkling sound rang in his ears, and he saw the disgusting eyes of the servant girl, and slowly, slowly clenched his small fists.

He was all too familiar with this look.

Except for mother and nanny, everyone in this big city guard mansion felt disgusted when they saw him.

"Niezi!" An angry shout rang out at the door.

Hua Chongli walked in with big strides, a heavy shadow fell over Hua Qian's head, his face was full of anger, suddenly he raised his hands and dropped them...

Snapped!
The sound was crisp and clear, and Hua Qian flew upside down one meter away.

The small and immature body rolled to the ground, the cheeks were already swollen, and a trace of blood flowed down from the gorgeous lips, adding a bit of seductiveness to the face that became more charming as he grew up, and stared blankly at him. He was sitting on the tattered skirt that was firmly trampled by Hua Zhongli, listening to the sound of panting above his head, he lowered his long eyelashes like a feather fan to cover up the fleeting loneliness.

She raised her lips and smiled flatteringly: "Father."

The immature voice contained a bit of softness that belonged to a woman, which made Hua Chongcube's slightest bit of guilt dissipate.

He glared angrily at Hua Qian, who was half kneeling on the ground, and kicked off the skirt under his feet, "Do you know your mistake?"

Knowing his mistake, knowing his mistake, why is he wrong...

He wanted to raise his head and tell him loudly: "I'm not wrong, I just like wearing skirts!"

He also wanted to get up, and straightened his back: "I just want to be a girl!"

What's the use of saying it, but in exchange for another angry slap...

He remembered the first time he put his mother's beaded hairpin on his head. He smiled so beautifully in the mirror, but when he turned around, he was greeted with a merciless angry palm. Not knowing what was wrong, I knelt in the cold ancestral hall all night.

Until later, the old mother touched his head with loving eyes: "A man should be like his father, and a girl should be like your mother."

For the first time, he knew the difference between men and women.

Is there a choice? He thought of his mother's weak, beautiful but pale face that had been bedridden all year round. Every time his father came here, she would always brace herself up happily, with her hair lightly tied, the rouge slightly wiped, and the lotus steps graceful and beautiful. The astonishing face bloomed with a light that he didn't understand, but it was extremely beautiful, extremely beautiful.

He raised his face, longingly and resolutely: "Then I want to be a girl like my mother!"

The hand touching the top of his head trembled, and Mammy covered his mouth, her eyes were stern like never before: "Master, you must never say such words again!"

As a young man, he couldn't understand the reason, but he understood the horror and solemnity in Mammy's eyes.

Don't talk nonsense.

He quietly suppressed the longing in his heart, and he would never tell anyone again that he didn't love the blue as vast as the sea, and the black as deep as the night, but only loved the green and desolate grass, and the blooming flowers; he didn't like dancing It's the same with knives and guns, the word "big man" in everyone's mouth can't move the slightest ripple in his immature heart, but his eyes linger on the elegant skirt with pearls and flowers, and it's hard to move away...

He won't say any more of these.

A drop of tear flowed down the red and swollen cheek, and there was a slight pain, his eyes fell on the far sarong kicked by Hua Zhongli on the ground, he kept a half-kneeling position, and nodded obediently: "I know my mistake. "

Hua Chongli's gloomy breath gradually calmed down, and he strode away, leaving a sentence of punishment coldly.

"Go to the ancestral hall and kneel."

Even in South Korea, the southernmost part of the mainland, it is cold at night in winter.

The bitter wind blew into the ancestral hall, the candles flickered, and the firelight reflected the rows of icy tablets. Hua Qian shrank her neck, rubbed her growling stomach, and knelt obediently.

click, click, click...

Footsteps sounded from behind, from far to near, Hua Qianhong raised her lips, and turned her head to call: "Sister."

It was Hua Mei who walked through the door.

A flash of light covered the coldness in her eyes, and a smile appeared on her petite and charming face: "It's cold, I heard you secretly..."

A trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, Hua Qian whispered back: "Father has already scolded me."

As soon as his body warmed up, he put on a coat. He took Hua Mei's hand, and smiled with his narrow eyes, dazzlingly beautiful: "Sister, I heard that the Liu family in the south of the city has come to propose marriage? Liu's cloth villages are all open in the capital." Now, you will have countless gorgeous clothes to wear in the future!"

The faint candlelight reflected in Hua Mei's pupils looking at her folded hands, shining a cold light...

(End of this chapter)