As evening approached, the sky was still blue, and the weather was getting hotter. The ancient trees in the yard are towering, and the thick green shade covers the entire courtyard, and the shadows of the trees do not shake.

Under the banana tree, a nest of brocade chickens fell asleep in the grass, quietly around.

The maid Cui'er lowered her head and sat under the south window embroidering, and occasionally a gust of breeze came into the house from outside, making people lazy and drowsy.

Cui'er and Xu Yunning's girl Xiaocui have the same name, there are too many maids in Xu's house, and the same name is inevitable.

Cui'er recently cut her temples, and her hair hung down one after another, blocking her view. She lifted her hand up and behind her ear. After a while, the wind blew and fell down again, and the annoyed Cui'er simply ignored it and let it hang.

Suddenly, a hand reached over and helped her comb her sideburns, and Cui'er smiled: "Hong'er, you like to make trouble, and you can touch people." ”

As soon as he raised his head, it was not Hong'er standing behind him, but the young master Xu Kun. Cui'er's face turned red, she let go of her body forward, and continued to embroider with her head down.

Xu Kun smiled: "You actually embroider well." As he spoke, he leaned forward with his hands behind his back and deliberately leaned forward to look at the pattern embroidered by Cui'er. Cui'er had no choice but to turn sideways and let him look.

Xu Kun raised his hand and stroked the pattern with one finger, and said, "Your craftsmanship is better than hers." ”

Cui'er felt useful, and said with a smile: "Young master, don't touch it with your hands, turn around and get fingerprints, and this piece will be all broken." ”

"Got it." Xu Kun stood up and asked, "Do you know the name of the embroidered flower?" ”

Cui'er said: "Didn't grandma say it, it's called Sister Flower." ”

"Wrong." Xu Kun said with a smile: "The two flowers are not sister flowers, the real name of this flower is Love Flower." ”

"Love flowers?" Cui'er was a little puzzled, "I've never heard of such a name." ”

"You know what." Xu Kun looked very knowledgeable, "Not only is the flower called the love flower, the root of the flower is called the love root, the branches and leaves are called love leaves, and the color is naturally called *cui." ”

"Nonsense." Cui'er understood that she was teased by the young master in seconds, so she walked aside with a red face.

Xu Kun smiled and sat on the rattan chair and asked, "What about her?" ”

"There is a happy event in the house today, and the wives and grandmothers have gone, so I don't want to join in the fun, so I stay and watch the house." When Cui'er saw him lying on his side, she continued to embroider her flowers.

Suddenly, Xu Kun said with nothing to do: "It's too hot, you come over and fan me." ”

"It's not very hot, and the wind outside hasn't stopped." Cui'er was not fooled at all.

Xu Kun, who was lying on the rattan chair, was helpless, was silent for a while, and then asked her accostly: "I see how you embroider leaves instead of flowers?" ”

"Are you good at embroidering leaves?" Cui'er said casually: "It's very elegant, yin and yang, old and young, texture and color. ”

Listening to her explanation, Xu Kunle said: "That's why I often say that although flowers are good, they must also have green leaves to support them." Let's just say that me and your grandmother are like a pair of flowers. ”

Cui'er said funny: "How can there be such a comparison? People are sisters, and they're not, oh. At this point, he paused, heard what he said, and lowered his head with a slightly complicated expression.

Xu Kun said to himself: "Listen to her nonsense, this is the flower." You are like a tender leaf under a flower, she needs you to accompany her to look good. To be honest, without you, we would have had a lot of things going wrong for both of us. ”

This is true, Cui'er is Lu Shufang's personal maid, the number one confidant, and the couple can't do without her no matter what. Even when the * room is finished, Cui'er has to go in to clean up the aftermath. However, since Lu Shufang used means to get rid of Chu Chu, Cui'er was afraid, and she hid from Xu Kun far away on weekdays, for fear of arousing suspicion.

Cui'er subconsciously looked up, there was no shadow of a person in the yard, there was a woman washing clothes under the porch, far away from the main house, no one else was there, only the cat sleeping in the shadow under the bamboo curtain, and the faint snoring could be heard clearly.

There was only one man and one woman in the room, and Cui'er couldn't help but feel a little flustered, and she couldn't stand up when she wanted to walk away.

Seeing that she ignored herself, Xu Kun simply stood up and walked closer, saw that she finished embroidering a leaf, and began to embroider the next one, and said with a smile: "You said that I can't compare flowers, that's good, you and your grandmother are like a pair of sisters, I'll be the love leaf under you, what do you think?" I really want to be your leaf. ”

Cui'er noticed the young master's aggressiveness, and now she could only choose between grandma and him, so she immediately straightened her face, put down her needle and thread, and walked out quickly.

Xu Kun in the house was deeply disappointed, since he had made his words clear, he had the intention to try Cui'er's reaction, but it was not good to chase it out, and it was not good not to chase it out, so he was very hesitant for a while.

Cui'er didn't want to offend him, and when she came out, she squatted under the banana tree with a smile, pulled a handful of grass, and went to play with the nest of sleeping golden chickens.

This made Xu Kun grit his teeth, bowed his body, and paused: "What a harmful little goblin, wait for Lao Tzu to correct the Fa on the spot one day, so that you can taste my power, and you will not be spared if you beg for mercy." ”

Suddenly, someone said: "If you don't do serious things, what are you doing squatting here to make brocade chickens?" ”

Cui'er hurriedly turned her head, Lu Shufang had already returned, her face was flushed, she had obviously drunk a lot of wine, and said with a smile: "The house is too stuffy, I sweated all over after embroidering for a long time, and it was cool to come outside." ”

"You've been in the house all day and you're tired, what about me? Just walked past and back, four or five miles. Oops, it's not good if this house is too big, it's almost like the palace. ”

As she spoke, she walked over and lifted the bamboo curtain, and saw her husband's hat and coat hanging on the hanger, "Huh? Didn't you say you came back late? How did you come back. ”

Lu Shufang walked directly into the bedroom, and when he saw the window of the courtyard, Xu Kun put down the tent of the pearl yarn, and the person was already sleeping inside.

Lu Shufang said strangely: "Isn't it strange to run into the house to sleep so early?" Seeing that Xu Kun in the tent was silent, he said again: "Are you asleep?" ”

Xu Kun still didn't react, Lu Shufang looked around and said, "Really slept?" I don't believe it. ”

Xu Kun couldn't help but turn over and said with a smile: "Asleep, asleep." ”

"Asleep, can you still talk?"

"You know I can't talk when I'm asleep, why do I still ask?"

"I know you're pretending to be asleep, get up."

Lu Shufang watched him quietly open the tent and come out, sit under the edge of the bed and put on his shoes, his heart moved, and he squinted his eyes and asked, "After you came back, didn't you take off your shoes first and change into a pair of slippers?" You haven't even changed your boots now, and you don't even care about me saying that your feet smell bad, and you don't look like you want to sleep at all, but you pretend to sleep when you see me coming back. Don't ask, what the hell are you messing with? Are you afraid I don't know? ”

Xu Kunqiang smiled: "I'm so tired, I can't take off my shoes today." ”

Lu Shufang forced him to ask, "Then why did you blush as soon as I said it?" There must be some reason. As he spoke, he glanced at the window, intentionally or unintentionally.

Xu Kun, who had a ghost in his heart, stood up and walked outside, and said with a smile as he walked: "Are you suspicious again?" That's it, I can't afford to hide, I'll go and say hello to the old lady. ”

"Humph!" Lu Shufang walked to the window, and saw Cui'er hurriedly turning her back on her face, looking unnatural, understood, but didn't say anything, and gently closed the window sash.

At night, in order to help Xi Shiyi treat his illness, Chrysanthemum first applied the medicine, tied the tape loosely, and then slowly stripped off his clothes one by one, stood naked on the kang, and posed in a variety of bewitching poses.

Xi Shiyi felt that the ointment of the clove oil was very comfortable, and he appreciated the wonders of the concubine, and gradually it became hot like a fire below, swelling and painful, and shouted forcibly: "Okay, tighten it up." ”

Chrysanthemum stopped moving, knelt on the kang and stretched out her hand to tighten it a lot, so she performed three times in a row and tightened it three times.

Probably there is some scientific reason for this, and the ointment is mixed with anesthetic, and Xi Shiyi, who grinned his teeth, gradually felt no pain and was overjoyed.

After some tossing, Xi Shiyi quickly fell asleep. Chrysanthemum touched the bottom with her hand, it seemed to have grown a little, and she was very happy in her heart, so she lay naked next to the man.

At dawn, Xi Shiyi woke up to pee, just as Chrysanthemum wanted to untie it to see what was going on, and to see what was hard.

Xi Shiyi went out to finish it conveniently, maybe there was still medicinal power after a long time, but the pencil did not shrink, so the chrysanthemum was happily re-tied, and he didn't care about the stench.

After breakfast, the old monk came with Zhang Xiaoliu as promised, Xi Shiyi received him in the study, and Zhang Xiaoliu asked about what happened last night.

Chrysanthemum followed, peeking through the gap in the door at Lang Zhong, who was sitting very unpleasantly, in his thirties, short in stature, with a few sparse beards, wearing an old oily silk jacket, and two sleeves that were tattered. However, the old monk is in good spirits, his bald head is glowing with purple light, his face is ruddy, and he is holding a fan.

Listen to Lang Zhong said: "Ask the housekeeper to make a charcoal stove, ask for a large pot of hot water, and then take a small medicine hanger, and a piece of silk cloth." ”

Xi Shiyi instructed his subordinates to prepare all the things, and when he saw Lang Zhong take out a packet of medicine, he heard him say: "This is ginseng, this is bezoar, and this is pearl powder." ”

After saying a lot of medicine names, Chrysanthemum watched him mix the ointment of the half tea cup first, untied Xi Shiyi's belt, and was very dedicated to untie the ribbon directly, washed it with water for a long time, and wiped it dry with a hand towel.

The chrysanthemum that could not be seen clearly was too small to have a small gap, and there was some dust on it, so he raised his hand to take off the hairpin, and turned it upside down to clean the dust in the gap, and now he could see it clearly.

Zhang Xiaoliu put the medicine on, took out a special silk sleeve and put it on, tore a few strips of silk cloth and tied it, lit a long incense, and said, "Master lie down." ”

Xi Shiyi lay on the kang and smoked a hookah with the old monk. When the smoke rose, Chrysanthemum saw Lang Zhong unwrap the package he brought on the table in front of the window, took out a bamboo tube, and took out an oiled paper bag.

Chrysanthemum hurriedly crossed her feet and watched Zhang Xiaoliu open the oil paper bag, which seemed to be a few medicine threads made of fish intestines, and it seemed to be still wet. Watching Lang Zhong straighten out the four medicine threads and put them aside, he turned around and asked, "When you pick it up, do you want to make it longer?" ”

"That's natural." Xi Shiyi smiled, "It's good to be longer." ”

Zhang Xiaoliu said: "It can't be too long. How long has it been since the rise of the old man? ”

"It's only two and a half inches." Xi Shiyi sighed and smiled bitterly at the old monk: "But the tendons were straightened last night, and they are almost three inches." ”

Zhang Xiaoliu said: "Then I'll fix it for you, you can have four inches, and it's enough." ”

Xi Shiyi was suddenly disappointed, he thought that he could pick up a foot and a half like in the legend, but since then, with the huge thing under his crotch, Xiang Gong has come to kill Xiang Gong, and the beauty has come to kill the beauty, and since then it has become a legend on the Fengyue field, who knows that it can only be four inches? I was speechless for a while.

But Chrysanthemum was in a hurry, and blurted out outside the door: "No, the shortest is five inches!" ”R1152