Chapter 974: ? Never looked after a little girl

Nan Baoyi lowered her head and stroked the plain white shirt with a sweet smile: "He doesn't know yet, so I want to tell him immediately..."
Yuchi lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes were drawn in sadness on the handsome face.
He quickly got rid of the excess emotions, looked at the small pavilion, and closed the flower windows for Nan Baoyi: "Jiangnan is damp and cold, and the island in the middle of the lake is colder than elsewhere. My sister is afraid that it will be too much. I will report to my father tomorrow. You took it to live in my yard."
Nan Baoyi was startled slightly: "But—"
"I know that my sister is scrupulous about giving advice to men and women." Yuchi smiled calmly, his deep eyebrows stretched out, and it was the stubborn young man who was thousands of miles away from home in Chang'an.
He added some charcoal to the stove: "But my younger sister is pregnant now, and fell down here, and there is no one to look after. I will pick two maids for my younger sister, and then ask a gentleman to serve. First. The fetus must be careful, otherwise it will be troublesome to leave the root of the disease. My aunt left the root of the disease when I gave birth, and now..."
He lowered his eyebrows and stabbed the burning coal with the tongs, and said nothing more.
Nan Baoyi watched him.
The charcoal brightened his face.
He has a handsome profile, those peach eyes gleaming with a glimpse of light, a touch of tenderness and a lot of pain, and he looks like a boy and a man.
Nan Baoyi said seriously: "Yuchi, thank you. Actually, I also want to leave here. I am pregnant with a child for the first time. I don’t understand a lot of things. I feel nervous when the little baby kicks it in my stomach. Taking care of the maid and the wife, I am less afraid."
She poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Yuchi: "By the way, when you left Chang'an, you said you were going home to take care of your seriously ill mother. How is your aunt?"
Yuchi took the tea cup: "It's better in summer and autumn. Since the beginning of winter, I have suddenly become bedridden. Now I am hanging on my life with ginseng soup, maybe it will be gone someday..."
He blew the tea soup, worried.
...
Two days after Yuchi left, Nan Baoyi was released from the small island in the middle of the lake.
She was led into a clean and secluded courtyard by Yuchi.
The living room has been properly furnished, the rosewood furniture of Yishu is exquisite and quaint, the wardrobe is full of jackets and skirts that are popular in Jiangnan this winter, and rouge gouache and pearl jewelry are also prepared on the makeup mirror.
Yuchi scratched his head: "Although the mansion is rich and expensive, I don't have much money at hand. I can only afford these for the time being... I have never taken care of the little girl, and I don't know if my sister likes it... If you don't like it, I will save enough money in the future to buy you what you like."
Nan Baoyi stroked those rouge gouache.
The Luozidai from the Western Regions and the Pearl Powder from the East China Sea are quite expensive.
She said sincerely, "Thank you."
Anyway, after taking advantage of Yuchi's advantage, she went to visit his aunt according to the etiquette.
The maid opened the felt curtain.
The room was quite dim, with a strong fragrance of bitter medicine rushing over his face.
When turning into the inner room, Nan Baoyi noticed that Yu Chi had paused outside the Dongyue Gate for a while before stepping in lightly.
The curtain is rolled high.
The middle-aged woman sitting on the couch was severely tortured by the pain. She was already skinny, but she was still doing embroidery work with her needle in her hand.
Seeing them come in, her sunken eyes burst into light, and she quickly put down her needle and thread, took Yuchi's hand, and touched his cuff: "It's freezing cold, how can you dress so thin? I just did it for you two days ago. A cotton gown, ask the maid to send it to you, why don't you wear it?"
Yuchi sat on the couch in silence and tucked the bedding for the woman.
When the woman noticed Nan Baoyi, she couldn't help being happier: "Bei Chen, who is this girl? Why don't you recommend your aunt?"
Yuchi's voice was faint: "Visitors from the north, people from Queen Shen."
Nan Baoyi was a little blessed.
The woman was startled.
Noting that when Nan Baoyi was pregnant, the joy on her face turned into embarrassment, and she said softly: "I thought she was you..."
She tidied the neckline for Yuchi, and turned away with a smile: "I made a few Chinese clothes for you. They all used good materials. You can bring them back to wear."
"It's not that there are no maids, so why bother yourself."
"I was born in Xiu Niang. In this life, I can only do some needlework." The woman gently squeezed the broken hair from his temples, then smiled and looked at Nan Baoyi, "Bei Chen rarely sees me at noon. You two stay and have dinner with me, okay?"
The woman is very sick.
Yuchi was not willing to see her very much.
Nan Baoyi occasionally came to accompany her, asking her how to make clothes and tiger-toed shoes for the baby. The winter sun under the west window was warm, and when the woman was in good spirits, she felt that the other side's face looked a bit like Queen Shen.
The woman adorned the tiger-toe shoes with small pearls, pulled up a strand of broken hair, and said warmly: "The Nan girl always looks at me, but because I look like the empress?"
Nan Baoyi nodded: "Two-pointed image."
The woman put a small pearl into the woolen thread: "Thanks to the blessing of these two images, I became the master's concubine. I heard that the wife entered the mansion because she looked like the queen empress. The wife was there when she was young. Passed away, the master has not married in these years. Outsiders said it was because the master had a deep affection for his wife, but I know that my wife and I are just substitutes for the empress."
Nan Baoyi followed her, picking a small pearl from her makeup, but she couldn't put the wool into it.
She squeezed the pearl and raised Dan Feng's eyes curiously: "How did Empress Empress and Master Yuchi met?"
...
The eaves of the old roof were glowing black, and the deserted garden was covered with thin snow.
Occasionally, a bird flies by in an attempt to peck at the bunches of bright red small Tianzhu fruits in the snow.
Shen Jiang sat on the corridor.
Without the luxurious phoenix robe and phoenix crown, her clothes are graceful and dignified, but her eyebrows are too gorgeous, like the tea peony that can burn people's hearts.
She stared at the peach blossom tree not far away.
Hundreds of years of old peach trees, the branches are sturdy and strong, the branches are bare in winter, and a thin layer of snow falls on the branches. When it is pressed hard, the dark branches make a crisp sound and break in the snow. .
The white snow scene blurred his vision.
Vaguely, the spring blossoms of that year appeared before her eyes.
She met Zhaonu who was good at playing the piano in Jiangnan, but had a disagreement with him because of her marriage. She ran to the street alone to provoke a man to make him jealous, but forgot that this is not Chang'an.
Her bad luck caused her to provoke Yuchi Qinghuan, the eldest son of the Yuchi family.
Because she was too prosperous, she was caught by the opponent's glance, and he was taken away by him instead of provoke him. He was imprisoned in this remote garden, and he even came to her every day.
Or in front of the window, or under the peach blossom tree.
Those seventeen days and nights were the longest time in her life.
She remembered the messy skirt, the skirt tucked up to the waist, and her bare back was pressed against the peach blossom tree trunk to carry her joy.