Chapter 323: 323: The young spring shirt was thin (six)

Chapter 323 Chapter 323: The Young Spring Shirt Was Thin (6)
"Well, Wu Niang will not cry anymore. Regarding marriage and other marriages, you should pay attention to a fate, so why not force it without a fate."
Mr. Yuan Jing patted Qing Ning, and let the old woman wipe her face with tears on her clothes.
Qing Ning was a stubborn girl. She learned that Wei Ci didn't like herself because there was someone in her heart, and she was immediately angry.
"Brother Ci is now in his twenty-one. His age is the same as that of the youngest, and the youngest is also married. The earlier children can read and read, which is sacred to him ..." Qing Ning pouted, A pair of eyes with tears seemed to be able to cry in the next second.
The little girl is very simple. She never thought about forcing Wei Ci to like herself. She just felt that the person she liked was sure to be good everywhere. Other people should like him like herself. It's best to be happy.
If Wei Ci really has someone in his heart, why didn't he get married?
Mr. Yuan Jing was a little bit embarrassed about this issue. "Look at the fate, the fate has arrived, and it will naturally come to pass."
"Isn't that guy younger than me?" Qing Ning twisted the pouch, pouting.
"Bigger than you," said Mr. Yuan Jing. "Don't cry, wipe your tears. What would it look like if outsiders saw it."
Older than her?
Qing Ning was even more sad.
Being older than her, does it mean that everyone is going to be late, and Wei Ci is waiting for the other to grow up to be marriageable?
"Who the is that?" Qingning asked, "I want to see."
It's not jealousy, it's more optimistic and curious.
In terms of relationships, as the youngest daughter of Master Wei Ci, isn't her relationship with Wei Ci close?
Taking advantage of this, the other party still doesn't look after themselves, but likes others, and the little girl feels uncomfortable.
"I'm afraid of seeing you for my father, and my heart is even more uncomfortable." Mr. Yuan Jing sighed. "The time has come, and you will naturally know who that person is. For your father, I will look for you who are quite old, not bad, talent OK, let's Wu Niang, have fun happily. "
Qing Ning nodded with tears, but she was a little bit nervous.
"It's almost time to spend the festival. When that time comes, you must tell which father you are."
Although Dongqing's atmosphere is getting stricter and stricter nowadays, women's restrictions are becoming stricter, and it is anxious that the girl in the house can't stay out of the door, but the thoughts of Mr. Yuan Jing and the worldly people are not in the same state.
Even if it is now a blind marriage and a dumb marriage, Mr. Yuan Jing cannot bear his daughter's grievance.
Choosing an is like picking a shoe. The daughter-in-law knows that she likes it, and when her father is satisfied, this is considered a good marriage.
Qing Ning is still a little sad, but after all, it is a little girl, and it is easy to be shy when it comes to the content of life-long events.
"Um." She bit her lip and said a low voice.
Wei Ci quitted dinner at Mr. Yuan Jing's house.
It was only three or five that he had a long grudge against him for a long time. He scratched his two sleeves, and then reluctantly released his paw.
Wei Ci's master hugged three or five to soothe her hair, and sent Wei Ci to the door, smiling at his miserable appearance and chuckling.
"The Flower Festival is coming soon, and Ci'er goes back and prepares some bright clothes. The fresh clothes are three-pointers. If you wear this, which lady can look at you." Master looked at Wei Ci lovingly, although she was old , But she has a good attitude and still looks young.
Wei Ci's cheeks turned red, and she was speechless with ridicule.
The elders tease the juniors, don't suffer from shyness, do they have to fry on the spot?
After leaving Yuanyuan Mansion, Wei Ci sounded the words Hua Chao Jie in his head, as if he was stunned.
After half a ring, he felt something was wrong.
"Did I forget something?"
Wei Ci wondered, and thought about the Flower Festival ... February 12th ... Hundred Peanuts ... Birthday?
and many more!
Hua Chaojie is not her birthday?
Wei Ci seemed to recall something, his face changed slightly.
The Flower Festival, the day of the birth of hundreds of flowers, is also a good day to go out and have a good spring in the age of adolescent girls.
The girl in the boudoir also put down her usual restraint and began to worry about what color clothes to wear and what popular makeup to wear that day. Although the teenager was not so cumbersome, she was a little anxious in her heart and tried to show the best on this day. .
In this day full of strange atmosphere, Jiang Yanji was a bit boring.
She was pulled from the slump by Tatsuyuki, groaning and rinsing her face, and then put a bowl of clear soup in front of her.
"A longevity noodle again ..."
Jiang Yanji looked at the bowl with the same thickness, as if the hair was thin and thin, and suddenly came over.
Ta Xue sighed, "Lang Jun is unwilling to make a big birthday, and the slaves can understand it. After all, going out is not convenient for many things. Centenary, this was specifically explained by the lady. "
Jiang Yanji doesn't need to taste it, there is no seasoning in this bowl of noodles, and the white noodles are boiled in water, which is faint and unpalatable.
"Don't eat anymore, it's time to batter." Taxue urged.
As soon as Jiang Yanji closed her eyes, she held up the bowl and picked the noodles to put the bowl of longevity noodles in her mouth. She even drank the soup.
"That's right, Lang Jun will last a long time and live a hundred years!"
Ta Xue smiled and put away the chopsticks, only Jiang Yanji faced bitterly, "Too light."
The taste is simply indescribable.
She can get used to Yuan Jing's unique dark cuisine afternoon tea, but still can't accept such longevity noodles.
After eating the noodles, Jiang Yanji went to take a bath again, and put on new clothes prepared by stepping on the snow.
The color of the new coat is fresh and bright, and it looks bright from afar.
Ta Xue was quite relieved, and then sighed again.
"What a sigh do you do on such a good day?"
Ta Xue helped her organize her clothes, hung various accessories, sachets and other things.
"Lang Jun is fifteen years old. If the master insists that you dress as men's clothes, you should be at ease now. Find a wishful Lang Jun and dress yourself up. With Lang Jun's appearance, which noble girl can Compare with you, why show men's clothes all day ... "
As if realizing that she was wrong, she immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty.
Jiang Yanji said, "I really like it."
She stooped and stepped on Xuexue, "You and I are like a family, how can I need such a student?"
Jiang Yanji is also one meter tall today, half a head taller than Ta Xue, and no less inferior to men of the same age.
Although her appearance is slightly female, in this era of men's uncle Fu Hua, in fact, she is more like a man than most men.
"Speaking of crickets, Sister Ta Xue is not too young this year. If you have someone you like, Lanting must do it for you."
Xunmei loves Xu Xu bitterly, and is willing to wait for the other party and also to drag, but at the age of Xue, she can no longer drag.
Taxue's expression froze, and she immediately lowered her head, trying to get away from the topic.
"Lanting really treats you as a loved one. If there is any difficulty, it is with me."
Jiang Yanji smiled and stepped on Xue Xue smiled.
"Slaves have a better life than ordinary wealthy businesswomen. What's the problem?" She took the sandalwood fan and handed it to Jiang Yanji. The fox was blinded, otherwise the slaves wouldn't. "
"Ok."
He lowered his eyelids, Jiang Yanji took down the fan, took the reins handed over from the door, and turned sharply to ride on the big white back.
_ (: з ″ ∠) _ The weather has changed a lot, with cold feet and cold hands.
(End of this chapter)