MTL - Eight Treasures Trousseau-Chapter 8 Rumors do not match
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Hua Xijun was married to the county palace for less than three days. The people in the whole house knew that she was quite fond of the county prince, and there were even people who passed the county Wang Xi’s look like a fairy, so that people could see it. However, it seems that not many people believe this rumor, but the people who pass the word to please the county are not very clever, but they are not as good as the temperament of the king.
The rumors of the county palace, Bai Xia and others also know that, on the surface, the county king and the county king are really close, but as they served for many years in the county, they did not see the county Wang Hao talking with the county king. It seems that the guest is blunt and hard, not to mention the private slogan of the county king, who does not often mention the king of the county, just like the county prince is just a person who lives.
"White Xiajie, have you seen anything on the list?" Hung Hom took a regular list and walked into the house. Seeing that White Summer was doing the socks worn by the county king, he put down the list, "Your embroidery work." It’s getting better and better, no wonder the county king loves to wear the underwear you make.”
It’s not that Hung Hom intentionally touts the white summer, but the embroidered embroidered dark lines on the pair of socks are vivid. If you don’t look carefully, it’s hard to find people.
"However, it is a few pairs when you are free," Bai Xia put down the needlework, put the sewing basket aside, and let the red dragonfly sit down. "Now the county Wang Hao has a special sewing room to serve, the emperor of the palace They are proficient in embroidery and embroidery, and there are a lot of ancestral skills, so I can compare them. However, it is the county king who used to wear the close-fitting clothes I made and read the old feelings."
"Why are you arrogant?" Hung Hom looked at the plantain that had begun to grow green outside the eyes. "The embroidered mother of the palace is really rare, but you can't compare the emperor of the county, but those embroidered mothers can't match."
Bai Xia heard the words and smiled. He reached out and took the list that the red dragonfly had brought in. After careful comparison, he said: "In the morning, I have already passed the wooden manager to the warehouse. The list of things is fine."
Hung Hom nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. There are a lot of good things in the family's warehouse, but sometimes because of the backlog of things for too long or the hands and feet are not clean, the things in the warehouse will be different from the registration of the warehouse. Even Houfu sometimes has such accidents. I didn't think that there wasn't even a hostess on the county's palace. I managed to manage the house as well.
"This way, tomorrow, when the king of the county returns to the door, there will be no mistakes." The new marriage is about auspiciousness. If the gift brought back to the door is broken, it will be a mess. Hung Hom looked at the ceremony and looked at it. "The county prince is not bad on the face of the county."
When the new bridegroom returns to the door, the gift she brings will represent the degree of respect for her husband. If it is too little, not only is she uncomfortable in her own heart, she is afraid that even her family will be teased by others.
"Okay, there is nothing wrong with the gift," Bai Xia sighed. The biggest problem left was to see the county prince wishing to accompany the county king Wang to go back together. She looked at the sky outside. "The king of the county is going to have a nap, and we will pass."
Hung Hom nodded, and she knew in her own heart that the county kingdom did not lack these things. The county prince was really good, not watching these, but in the future.
The so-called Lu Yao knows the horsepower for a long time, the time is the most fair witness, jewelry, Chinese food, but the exquisite snacks outside, as for the inside taste, do not eat the last bit, no one knows.
"County Wang Hao, are you awake?"
Hua Xiyu sat on the bed and looked at a few squats standing outside the gauze, and smashed the forehead: "Take the curtain up."
The curtain of the gauze was beaten up by two. Hua Xiyu was on the warm water of the white summer end. After wiping the water on his hand, he whispered: "Is everything back to tomorrow?"
Bai Xia handed the used sewage to the small beggar behind him, and helped Hua Xiyu sit down in front of the mirror: "The things that are back to the door are ready."
Hua Xijun picked up the jade bracelet and gave him a slight smile. Then he smiled and said: "Well, this is good." Bai Xia is right. She will go back to Yi'an waiting tomorrow, but returning to the door.
"Give me a piece of loose clothes," Hua Xiyi picked out a few hairpins from the jewelry box, and smashed her hair into a simple shackle. Although she was lazy in this life, she was lazy for a few days. Go and exercise your body, for example, playing/playing a woman's self-defense self-defense boxing and the like.
This year's famous family, the house of the family, likes to get some poetry, playing horses and flowers. She is a lazy son, and all the movements within a few steps of the field are more suitable for her.
Mutong hurried into the main house yard, and saw the county Wang Hao standing in the yard, surrounded by a lot of shackles, he had not had time to go to the county Wang Hao, and he saw the county king 妃 妃 妃 妃 妃 妃The solid wood chair, the momentum of the whole body, the shock of his feet is somewhat soft.
It is rumored that Mrs. Yi'an is the daughter of the generals of the generals. It is rumored that Yi'an has not been jealous for more than 20 years. It is because of the imperial embarrassment of Yi'an waiting for him. It was rumored that when Yi'an was waiting for his wife, he was also threatened by the people on the military.
Although these rumors are true and false, one thing is certain: the Yi'an waiting people are a more powerful woman. Their family, Wang Hao... is the true biography of her mother, Mr. Yi'an?
The brain inexplicably emerged as a picture of the county prince being beaten by the county king, and Mu Tong licked his mouth and made the smile on his face more real: "The little met the county king, the county prince met in the palace." His Royal Highness Prince, the Prince of the Prince left the county prince for dinner, so let the small one report it to you."
"I know," after finishing the two sets of fists, Hua Xiyu slowly took over the momentum and slowly exhaled a breath. After picking up the handcuffs handed by the red dragonfly, he wiped the sweat of the forehead. "What else does the county prince have? Let me tell you?"
Mutong shook his head: "The county prince only said that you should take a rest."
So... let the personal **** run to tell her that he didn’t return home to finish the meal?
Such a thoughtful and easy-to-fear behavior is completely unappreciated to Hua Xi, she looked at Mutong from head to toe, and her legs are long and thin, which are all ran out?
The county king did not say anything, Mutong did not dare to go, and noticed that the county king was looking at himself, Mutong made himself stand more respectful.
"There are laborers who run this shackle," Hua Xizhen felt that his hair was a little loose, and he took off his hair and re-squeezed his hair. "White summer, send the wooden father to go out."
"Don't dare to bother the white summer girl," Mutong looked up and saw the king of the county smashed his hair, and then he lowered his head and waited until he left the main house. He took a sigh of relief.
The people who look good are all good-looking, and even the movements of the hands are full of style, that is, the movements are slightly awkward.
In the rumor, the ignorant, inferior and salt-free Yi'an waiting for the prostitute, why did it become a person who has nothing in common with the rumor?
Think about it, it seems that there is still the same place, for example... gender?
