marry a weak waist

Chapter 8 Former Spring Hate

The jade leak on the eaves gradually slowed down, and the windows were wide open, blowing the lights and shadows in disorder.A huge shadow was reflected on the silver frost-colored tent wall, like a deformed monster.

Meng Yu raised her head, put her hands behind her head, and looked up at Meng Yuan.He put aside the matter of the house in Xiaochanhua Lane, and instead asked about important matters, "Is Dong Mo difficult to deal with?"

If Dong Mo is difficult to deal with, he is a little bored; if he is not difficult to deal with, he is too suspicious. When Mengyu talks to him, he always thinks carefully, for fear that his cold eyes will be caught in her words. Pick a mistake.

She sighed tiredly, "It's not easy to be fooled, and I have a better mind than others."

"Isn't it?" Meng Yu smiled nonchalantly, "You can be an ordinary person if you can work in the Metropolitan Procuratorate? But you supervise so many officials. On the face of it, you are transferred to Jinan Chief Secretary Minsheng, in my opinion , it’s not that simple, he must want to make a big difference here, so that he can be promoted to Zhengdu Yushi when he returns to Beijing.”

Meng Yu was frightened, "You want to be promoted to the second rank at such a young age?"

"His grandfather is a special tutor, a member of the cabinet, because of this relationship, as long as he makes some political achievements, he might not be able to get promoted?" In the blink of an eye, Meng Yu looked a little downcast, "Don't be like me, fight to the death, Just for these connections. People are born with it."

Outside the window, there is a green shadow in the courtyard, and a few sycamore trees have fallen, wetly pasted on the light gauze of the window casement.Dreaming far away, he thought of the torrential rain during the day, Dong Mo was lying on the rough brick wall, his clothes were mostly wet, water was bubbling from his boots, and his body was sloppy and lazy.

His natural carelessness is somewhat different from Meng Yu's wasted carelessness.Meng Yu lowered her eyes to look at Meng Yu, but still felt that Meng Yu was closer to her, and that they were people from the same world.

She pinned the messy sideburns behind her ears, comforting his lonely eloquence, "I don't think that Dong Mo is as powerful as you say in the officialdom, although his attitude is colder, he can joke."

People in the quiet courtyard were idle, and the cool wind blew straight into people's hearts. Suddenly, Meng Yu felt a little empty in her heart, like the vast night outside the window.

He turned over and sat up, slightly bowed his shoulders, and smiled half-scornfully, "That was in the officialdom, who knows what he looks like in front of women? Besides, you are different from other women."

After finishing speaking, he got up from his seat, and walked lazily towards the window, with a handsome and elegant appearance.Behind him, Meng Tiao's eyes gradually become tender.

In his heart, she is unique.Her vanity will inevitably be a little satisfied.

She brushed her skirt off the bed and followed her to the window.The wind was getting closer and closer, blowing off her light yellow skirt.

Fearing that she would be cold, Meng Yu stretched out his arms to wrap her in his arms, and the two of them squinted at the rain-washed sky, where the stars were clustered around the moon. At first glance, the stars were dotted around the moon, but they both knew that it was a lifetime. There is no end to the distance.

Leaning her back against his chest, Meng Yuan felt comfortable and relaxed, and her tone of voice became lazy, "When I returned home, I heard Mei Qing playing the pipa in the East Garden. Has she recovered from her illness?"

"Although the illness is cured, he is still a little bit listless. The table is sluggish, and he almost offended the big man."

Meng Tiao raised her eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

Meng Yu circled her tightly, and said with a sneer, "Xu Xianggong wants to offer Mei Qing's wine. Mei Qing has always looked down on him, so her attitude is not correct. It just so happened that Da Da was sitting between the two of them, and Mei Qing's wine cup If you don't hold it securely, you will throw a huge person all over you when you touch it."

As he said that, his eyes were full of disdain, "Fortunately, the young man surnamed Pang is not like those oily old men, who can't keep throwing faces. He doesn't care about it, but he probably feels that Mei Qing is a bit out of place in his heart, and he is always indifferent. This will It may not be easy to ask him to do something. This person has read some books in his stomach, so he is a bit sour."

Meng Tiao raised her eyes in his arms, looking from top to bottom, she was a little ignorant and cute, "You have also read a lot of books, why don't you see sourness?"

"What do you praise me?" Meng Yu happily nodded her nose, "If I'm pedantic, I'll be poor, and I can't expect to be successful in my life! The family surnamed Pang is decent, and I won't be like us, begging for power. "

She spat lightly, "What's the big deal, isn't it just a magistrate? Isn't it under your prefect's management?"

"I don't care if he is Yu Gong's boss, but I can't control him in private. Now that we want to sell salt in Tai'an Prefecture, we must win him over."

In the past year, Meng Yu has started a business where officials and businessmen communicate with each other and resell private salt.He is Futai, and there are several salt mines in Shandong, and the way above him is easy to go.It's just that if you want to find salt merchants everywhere and sell them in the prefectures and counties, you have to rely on the officials of the prefectures and counties to clear them up for him.

Mengyu understood his difficulties, and asked: "Then this Pang man came to Jinan, where is he going?"

"Since I have invited him, naturally I have to keep him at home for a few days. I asked my servants to clean up a room in the outer courtyard of the East Garden for him to live in temporarily. Dong Mo wrote a post and came to visit me at home on the fifteenth day. Pang Daren returned to Tai'an Prefecture on the thirteenth, and the two of them are staggered, so it's okay."

Meng Tiao raised her eyelids and burst out with a little flirtatiousness, "Then I'll go meet this Pang, and it will be cheaper to settle the matter before he goes back. I want to see what kind of extraordinary person Lian Mei is." You can't hold him back either."

After finishing speaking, he snorted coldly, "Mei Qing is the same, she has been ill for a few days, how can she be so fussy?"

"Your sister, are you asking me instead?" Meng Yu turned her face to one side, hummed a laugh in her nose, and blinked at her.

Meng Tiao's expression turned cold and sharp, "I'll ask her tomorrow. I just remembered to tell you something, your Mrs. Feng, I think she's pretty good. If you redeem her, you'll be fine." Be a helper at home. Look at Mei Qing like this, it's getting more and more useless!"

Speaking of this episode, Meng Yu let go of her waist, leaned against the window frame, and rubbed her lower lip with her fingertips, "I mean, Miss Feng has shown some meaning to me recently, and wants me to replace her." Redemption, you want to be my concubine. I wonder why she has such an idea, so it was you who instigated it? How do you think of her?"

Mengyu rolled his eyelids and gave him a sarcastic look, "Although you are young, if you leave it to your mother to teach you, you may be successful. Why, are you afraid that she will be angry with me when she enters the house, or are you afraid that we are a dragon's den and a tiger's den, and will swallow her up?" Bones? Are you distressed?"

"What are you talking about?" Meng Yu crossed her arms and raised her boots, her body twisted more and more crookedly, "It's not her turn to feel sorry for, and you will be the first one to feel sorry for."

"I don't want you to take the time to feel sorry for me." Meng Tiao cast a wink, and went to the bunk gracefully, "I am neither that sixteen or seventeen-year-old nobleman, let alone that daughter who has never been through or seen before." Miss, none of us should feel sorry for the other. It was you who said that after we become husband and wife, we will go to the dark side by side and support each other."

Her back is lonely and slender, but full of toughness.She is very strong, and Meng Yu often sees her shadow in her body, and occasionally sighs and fears.

Walking over here staggeringly, Meng Tiao had already stepped off his embroidered shoes and sat on the bed, just as he was straightening the quilt, unexpectedly he fell headlong on the pillow and smiled with his face up.

Meng Yu pushed him once, pulled the brocade quilt under him, pulled it twice, but couldn't pull it out.She straightened her waist and thumped his heart, "Dead man, give in!"

Instead of letting go, Meng Yu simply put her arms behind her head.Meng Yuan stared dryly and pouted.

He smiled and looked at it for a while, jumped up, pushed her down on the pillow, and searched her eyes, but he didn't find anyone else's shadow inside.

He was very grateful, smiled very heartily, and bent down to kiss her, "Where do you want me to go? Huh? I'll let me go to another room? Let me think about it, um... where should I go?" Woolen cloth?"

While stroking his dreamy temples, he stared at the head of the bed thoughtfully with his eyebrows folded.A little bit of the preciousness of the joke was revealed in those amorous peach blossom eyes.

Occasionally, at such a moment, Mengyuan suspects that he loves her, but dare not ask.She giggled at first, and then he kissed him harder and harder, and she couldn't laugh anymore, her voice was soft and elongated, lost in his scorching temperature.

They suppressed everything they wanted to say in their hearts and indulged in it. They could not ask or say anything. If marriage is to become the most stable and powerful alliance, it must not be premised on love.

This made both of them desperate, so they grabbed each other tightly, exhaled sweet air, and tactfully entangled in each other's ears.

That night, Meng Tiao had a weird dream.In the dream, she was standing at the bottom of a dry well, several feet of weeds grew out of the cracked ground, and a sad moon was embedded on the mouth of the well with her head up.Standing by the well was a figure who looked like Meng Yu.

She opened her mouth and shouted: "Brother Yu!" The voice swirled low in the mottled well, unable to rush out.She was so anxious that she wanted to cry, and wandered around the bottom of the well, "Brother Yu, Brother Yu..." shouted until she was dumb and desperate.

After a while, another woman came in front of the mouth of the well, her eyes were dim under the moonlight, and her face could not be seen clearly, only a slender figure, gracefully embracing the moon.The man turned around, Meng Yuan was able to see clearly, but it was Dong Mo.

His always vigilant black eyes were suddenly filled with tenderness, he held out his hand to the woman, and called her, "Yinlian."

Anemone, anemone.She is the soul of Mengyu, or Mengyu is her incarnation, and Mengyu himself is also confused.She looked up at the two of them, she couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, her emotions were sluggish, her mind was numb, and she only felt a trace of hatred sprouting from the bottom of her heart, and she climbed up to the mouth of the well...

When he opened his eyes in a daze, the moon was sinking and the sun was rising, and the emptiness of east and west was separated in an instant.Meng Yu had already gone to the yamen, Meng Tiao was stunned for a while, after washing up, she went to her mother's room in Dongyuan to say hello after breakfast.

The old lady likes to enjoy luxury. In the huge main room, there is a full set of pear wood furniture. The door is facing a long table under the front wall. There is a pair of large blue and white vases from the official kiln, with several chrysanthemums inserted.

The screen on the right is engraved with the word "囍", and the silver-red gauze curtain is hung, and someone can be vaguely seen leaning on the couch.There are more girls serving in this room than the husband and wife, three wives and six or seven little girls.

At the door of Meng Tiao, a little girl came out with a food box, and she smiled and said, "Madam is here? The old lady was just talking about it, why haven't I seen my wife come to say hello these two days, so this is here."

Immediately there was a voice from inside the curtain, "Meng'er is here? Have you had breakfast yet?"

The voice was a little rustling, like a cluster of intoxicating flowers shaken by the night wind, blooming softly, emitting a dizzy poison.

Meng Yu grabbed her skirt and went in, the smoke was smoky inside, she coughed twice, frowned, and hurriedly fanned, "Mother, stop smoking some cigarette bags! The room seems to be on fire, your throat Is it not too hot?"

"Hey, I'm used to sucking. If I don't suck a few times a day, I feel uncomfortable."

The old lady was sleeping sideways on the couch, with the Kang table covering most of her body, with a pair of natural little feet upturned, wrapped in sapphire blue silk shoes embroidered with winter jasmine flowers, upwards, curvy and graceful.

With two sounds of "duk duk", the old lady knocked on the cigarette bag and pot, extinguished the cigarette and put it on the kang table, and slowly tilted up.

The dense fog gradually dispersed, revealing a charming and enchanting woman.Wearing a concubine's plain face bijia, a Hunan-colored gown with a cover-up breast exposed, and a cardamom-green skirt underneath.

Mengtiao's mother, even more charming than Mengtiao.With that lazy and lazy posture, there are only a few fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes on both sides of the face, which does not look old, but elongates the end of the eyes, making the eyes look like a dense love net, rushing towards the face with a kind of eyes that are on the verge of decay Yan Yan.

The author says:

Meng Yu: There is a hint of danger.

Meng Tiao: Where is the danger, why didn't I notice it?

Meng Yu: You'd better never find out.