The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

Mrs. Ji’s wife sat on the mat with a face, in front of a yellow pear wood square, a few opposite sides, sitting on a crescented white robe of Ji Mingxiu.

Ji Mingxiu gently called the grandmother.

Mrs. Ji’s wife’s nose said: “Don’t call me! I am not your grandmother! I don’t have a grandson like you! Let’s go and leave home for a whole year! Where is my grandmother in your heart?”

Ji Mingxiu lowered her eyes slightly and said: "Let the grandmother worry, isn't it a cure, grandmother playing a meditative, solving the gas?"

Mrs. Ji’s wife turned her head and stared at him: “Would you not dare?”

Ji Mingxiu slowly stood up, holding the ruler in both hands, bypassing the square, sitting down on Mrs. Ji’s side: “Grandmother.”

"You..." Mrs. Ji looked at the long, cold ruler and couldn’t speak.

Rong’s mother was busy playing a round field: “Old lady, young master, isn’t this coming back? If you have something to say to the young master, don’t move to the family, you are a young master and you are thinner than before.”

Mrs. Ji’s wife looked at Ji Mingxiu and found that his clear face was indeed a lot thinner. It’s a bit of a distress, but it’s not good to forgive him. He’s not very angry: “You talk about it, this year’s wilderness. where it goes?"

"Just calm down and learn something." Ji Mingxiu said.

Mrs. Ji’s wife snorted: “What do you know? Can you not enlighten yourself at home? Can you find someone to write a letter?”

Ji Mingxiu didn't talk. He didn't know at home and naturally had reasons for not being able to enlighten at home. If you don't believe it, you can't believe it.

Mrs. Ji knows his temper, and does not like to sing his own things everywhere. This kind of departure is not once or twice. He left the capital once in a while, no one can find him, but only one or two in the past. I went back in the month, but this time I went for a whole year. Why don’t you call her anxious?

"You come over!" she whispered.

Ji Mingxiu moved a few steps in front of her. She raised her hand and took care of his clothes: "I will not do this again, do you know?"

Ji Mingxiu nodded slightly: "Know it."

The old lady’s face looked better.

Ji Mingxiu took out a delicate mahogany box from the wide sleeves and handed it to Mrs. Ji’s wife. Mrs. Ji’s wife opened it and saw that it was a set of butterfly-inlaid gold-inlaid jade hairpins with three butterfly dragonflies and two Qionghua 簪, the color is bright, but not vulgar, there is a kind of luxurious and restrained temperament.

"This is... antique?" the old lady asked in surprise.

Ji Mingxiu nodded: "It is the twelve loves of the butterfly love flower created by the former dynasty Sejong."

The old lady’s eyes began to glow green: “The twelve cockroaches have been lost for a long time. The long princess only got two. Where did you find five?”

Ji Mingxiu’s lips raised a shallow curvature: “Rhino Town.”

The old lady said: "The shopkeeper is afraid that I don't know if this is the 12th alum. I know I will definitely not sell it to you."

Dafangzhai does not know that this is the twelve scorpions of Ming. He only heard that people are an antique. There should have been twelve, but I don’t know such expensive antiques. At that time, the man was stolen, eager to get rid of his hand, and then sold it to Dafangzhai. Dafangzhai thought that the goods were worthless. He only shouted eight hundred and two, but he was given a hard life by Qiao Wei. It has also become six hundred and five.

Although Ji Mingxiu did not know the source of the scorpion, he could probably guess that the road was not correct. The store did not know the goods, but sold it. You must know the two pieces in the hands of the princess, but they bought it for three thousand dollars. .

The woman still worried that the counter-offer was not enough, and quietly asked him if this is a real antique.

Ji Mingxiu suddenly smiled.

The old lady is trying to wear a scorpion. When she sees the grandson from the bronze mirror, she laughs and thinks that she is blind--

How many years have passed, this grandson has never laughed since the child’s accident, she is trying to ask what the meditation is laughing at, and there is a screaming noise from the door: “Old lady, young master, Miss Joe. ""

The smile of Ji Mingxiu faded.

The old lady’s eyes lit up and she said, “Is it coming from the stream? Tell her to come in!”

Accompanied by Yu, Qiu Yuxi made a curtain. She wore a pink sloping skirt, a white rabbit fur, and a pink crystal buckle on the placket, which contrasted with the pink peach blossoms on the bun. Delicate and delicate, combing the clouds.

She is awkward, elegant, and smiles.

She walked to the old lady without squinting and performed a standard blessing: "The old lady is auspicious."

It sounds like a god.

Later, he turned to face Ji Mingxiu, shy and sweet and said: "Golden Jinan."

Ji Mingxiu faintly decapitated to show the return.

The old lady was very satisfied. She took the hand of Qiao Yuxi and said, "I’m not too self-satisfied, but I’m bothered to accompany you to this lonely wife! The meditation is in the afternoon, I am thinking about letting the meditation When are you going to see you, but you are here!"

On the face of Qiao Yuxi, Mei Ruyu quickly climbed a blush, lowered his eyebrows and whispered: "Xi is to give the old lady a snack. It should have been sent to you earlier, but Xier I went to the temple to pray for the old lady and the grown-up, and came back late."

The old lady said with emotion: "You have a heart for this child. If you have half of your filial piety, I will be Amitabha!"

Qiao Yuxi smiled sweetly: "Adults are naturally filial to you, but adults are the country, and everything is busy. It’s not like Xier’s idle work all day, but it seems to be more diligent than adults."

This is the old lady's heart, and the old lady is comfortable.

Qiao Yuxi noticed the golden inlaid jade on the head of the old lady: "Old lady, your nephew is really beautiful."

The old lady helped the hair, and it was difficult to hide the smile: "Made repair!"

"The eyes of adults are very good." Qiao Yuxi boasted sincerely: "For me, you can't pick the way that suits you."

The old lady smiled smugly: "The next time you let the meditation accompany you to the streets, give you a set!"

Joe Yuxi shyly bowed his head.

The old lady opened the snack box. The jade snacks that Joe Yuxi bought from the town were all wrapped in bamboo leaves. After she was not enough, she customized a special box, which was exquisite and luxurious. The price of a box was only I can buy hundreds of snacks.

"Hey, this little crab is doing it, it’s too funny." The old lady picked up a taste of it. "You sing more filial piety to me, and I buy it for me in the town that is so far away every day!"

Ji Mingxiu did not move.

Qiao Yuxi said: "Adult, this crab yellow crisp tastes very good, sweet and soft, salty sweet, you will love it."

"Don't eat sweets," the old lady explained.

"This way, Xier remembered." Qiao Yuxi's heart was slightly disappointed.

Seeing that the weather is late, Qiao Yuxi got up and said goodbye, outside the house, I don’t know when it’s snowing, and there’s a day between heaven and earth.

The old lady put down the curtain and said to Ji Ming: "I am not worried about the ice and snow, you **** Miss Qiao back to the government."

......

Snowflakes have fallen in vain, hiding the lights of every family. Every household has closed the doors and windows, and the streets are calm.

The ruts and horseshoes are not rolled on the bluestone board.

Qiao Yuxi was sitting in a warm car with two soups on his legs and a handkerchief in his hand. She vacated a plain hand and picked up the curtain to see the horse. The emperor is generally a noble and indifferent man, whispering: "Adult, outside the snow, you can sit in the car."

"No need." Ji Ming repaired his face without expression.

"That..." Qiao Yuxi hesitated, and said to the driver: "Parking."

The driver stopped the carriage on the roadside.

Joe Yuxi walked out of the car and looked up at the human being on the horse: "Adult, trouble you to come down."

Ji Mingxiu paused, turned over, and the silver cloak was blown out by the wind, and it was his man's breath. He came to Qiao Yuxi.

Joe Yuxi’s heartbeat missed a beat, blushing, and untied his white mane collar, gently surrounding his neck.

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