Chapter 26 Do you want a newly embroidered handkerchief?

After a while, Ruoru raised his head and said speechlessly: "But what should I do if my father?"

Fan Xian frowned and said, "I am filial to you in Kyoto, so you can play with me for two years."

"But... can you really give up the marriage?" Fan Ruoruo still disbelief.

"Ku He's face... is much bigger than the human demon emperor in Northern Qi." Fan Xian said with a smile: "Even our Master Qing Kingdom will give him two face. Besides, you join Ku He's disciple, and in name only postponed the marriage for two years, so Prince Jing's mansion can also explain it."

Fan Ruoruo shook his head: "It's not that simple."

Fan Xian bit his thin lips with a headache. Of course, it is not convenient for him to tell his sister about the matter on the line of the prince and Chaozheng. Otherwise, with his younger sister's coldness on the surface and warmth in her heart, once he heard that he had to do so many things for her "breaking the marriage" incident, I'm afraid she would really grit her teeth and marry!

"The key is that you are only sixteen!" Fan Xian said righteously: "Sixteen, the little girl has not yet matured, so is she getting married now? This is a naked persecution."

Fan Ruoru's facial skin changed from snow-white to red, so she was so embarrassed that she punched him: "How do you say what brother is?" She stuttered for a long time and plucked up her courage to retort: ​​"Besides, when my sister-in-law married you, the sixteenth year was not yet old, right?"

Fan Xian rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

"Brother, actually... I would be really happy if I could really leave Kyoto and go to the world to see it." Fan Ruoru's pupils were full of longing for freedom, "But... when I thought of leaving you, I felt a little panicked and a little scared."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Silly kids, everyone is always afraid before learning to be truly independent, just like when we first learned to walk when we were young."

Fan Ruoruo covered his lips and smiled, "Is that right? But I heard from the people in Danzhou that when he was a child, my brother learned to walk faster than others, and he started running around as soon as he learned to walk, and he was not afraid at all."

Fan Xian thought to himself, I am a freak, and most people can’t learn it.

"Okay, I'm just asking for your opinion. Since you want to, leave this matter to me." Fan Xian touched his sister's head and said with concern: "I will handle it naturally. You are the unique sister of Fan Xian, and of course you must also become a unique woman in this world."

Fan Ruoru nodded in emotion, but did not agree. Suddenly, when Grand Master Kuhe accepted disciples, he thought of the girl Haitang, and when his brother and the girl seemed to have something... something. She couldn't help but smile, got up and left, and said, "My sister-in-law has something for you, I'll call her in."

Fan Xian was stunned and watched his sister disappear at the door.

Fan Ruoru walked in the quiet back garden of the empty and quiet place. He couldn't help but look up at the sky. The thick clouds in the sky were gently pushed to the east by the wind, revealing a light gray sky and the gray sun that seemed to have a burrs, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

She reached out to caress her through the holly tree in the back garden. Thinking that she might go to a foreign country next year, she could get rid of the sticky air in Kyoto that was almost impossible to breathe, she could get rid of the boring poetry gatherings of the ladies and ladies, and she could get rid of the marriage that she could not imagine. Her heart felt joy, and then a sudden burst of emptiness and powerlessness.

The girl's fingers were clenched subconsciously, but they were slashed by the edges of the leaves, causing a slight pain. Thinking that the master said that he must cherish his hands, he retracted his hands like lightning, which was extremely fast. She thought to herself, whether to go to the north or not, she should ask when the master came back.

"What are you talking about with Ruoruo?" Wan'er looked at her sister-in-law and walked away, walked into the room lightly, and asked mysteriously.

Fan Xian responded mysteriously: "...can't say it."

Wan'er was furious and sat in front of the dressing table. She reached out to pick up the comb and started combing her hair. Fan Xian walked forward with a smile. She took the comb and helped her comb to comb it. The wooden teeth of the comb slid across her wife's long hair. It was smooth without any hindrance.

Fan Xianyi said: "You and your sister have good hair."

Wan'er said with a smile: "It depends entirely on the set of things that my husband made in Danzhou. It is easy to wash his hair and has good natural care."

Fan Xian didn't believe it, so he went closer to smell it, and found that it was indeed a faint fragrance without any odor. Wan'er was annoyed and beaten her up: "It can be seen that you have no intention when you get close to me on weekdays."

Fan Xian stood behind her, and turned his eyes to his wife, and through the slightly open collar, he saw a touch of whiteness and tenderness. He felt a slight sensation in his heart and said teasingly: "Getting close may not be done with your heart, but with your eyes can be done with your eyes."

Lin Wan'er heard the meaning of her husband's words and tied her collar in disgust. She didn't wear it casually at home, but she didn't expect that the pervert guild would occupy the best terrain so smartly.

Fan Xian hugged his wife in his arms, sniffed her breath deeply, buried her face in the softness of her chest, took a few deep breaths, and said sadly: "I always feel that I long for something these days, but I have never found the source."

Lin Wan'er thought he was talking about something ashamed, so she spat and wanted to make his arms out of his arms, but she couldn't move his iron arms. Fan Xian laughed and said, "Don't be too mean to be a little bitch. You can't tell you about things when you talk to your sister. You will naturally know about it in the future."

Lin Wan'er opened her curious eyes: "So cautious?"

Fan Xian said bitterly: "It's almost the best nonsense in the world." He remembered the words his sister said before and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Sister said you have something for me, what?"

Lin Wan'er gritted her teeth angrily and said, "That little traitor, I wanted to see how you performed recently, and see if you would give it to you."

Fan Xian laughed and said, "It's for me anyway, I'll give it to the little one."

Lin Wan'er pouted with her chubby mouth: "No."

Fan Xian's face gradually became smirk, and his hands were fumbled around her soft and greasy waist, twisting and rubbing it. After a panic scream, Wan'er finally got defeated and took out something from her arms panting. She threw it on Fan Xian's face and said, "For you, let me go!"

A gust of fragrant wind blew on his face and a scarf covered his face. Fan Xian subconsciously relaxed his hands, pulled them down and looked at them, but was stunned.

A pair of mandarin ducks were embroidered on it. They were swimming in the blue waves.

Cloth is a good cloth, which is a tribute from the palace and the best in the world presented by Jiangnan weaving.

A line is a good line. Whether it is gold, yellow, red or green, you can see the texture of this line. It is also a selected item for Suzhou Prefecture.

The meaning is also a good intention. Mandarin ducks are in pairs, and the blue waves are rippling. A peach tree hanging on the water is blooming with three or two pink flowers.

only.

This needlework is really... not that good!

The pins were jumping back and forth, and the dense holes next to the thread clearly proved that the embroiderer had regretted countless needles. Even so, the lines embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks that should have rested in a state of peace were ridiculously strange, and the pink peaches were embroidered into postmodern deconstructionist chromophores!

Fan Xian widened his eyes and looked at the embroidered handkerchief - the wave of clear water was actually just a few flat water-patterned lines. The embroidery was pretty good, but why did he use yellow lines?

Could it be that this embroidered a group of transformed water birds in the Yellow River?

After enduring it, Fan Xian looked at it and then, and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter!

Laughing spread throughout the house. Wan'er, who was originally very self-aware, had already hid in her sister-in-law's room in shame. But listening to this humiliating laughter, she became brave and strengthened her heroic gallbladder. She stepped back to the room with her hips, stretched out her orchid finger, pointed at Fan Xian's nose and scolded: "Don't laugh!"

Fan Xian looked at his wife's angry cheeks and laughed so much that he hurriedly covered his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other, and leaned back and forth like a tumbler on the chair.

Lin Wan'er was ashamed, annoyed and wanted to laugh, so she rushed forward and snatched the embroidered handkerchief from Fan Xian's hand. Fan Xian was not willing to give it to her. She grabbed it and put it back in her arms, and finally stopped laughing. She said seriously: "Good Wan'er, this is the first thing you gave to embroider the land for your husband. Since you gave it, you can't take it back."

Lin Wan'er was born with a noble family and grew up in the palace since she was a child. She has always served her nanny and palace maids, so she has never made a girl. So when she thought of her wife embroidered a square scarf for her, although the needlework was really rough, the deep affection contained in it really touched Fan Xian very much.

He grabbed his wife's hands with heartache, looked at the red dots on the other person's fingertips, and blew at her white onion fingertips with heartache, and said, "Don't embroider next time, I'll embroider it for you. I've learned it for a few days when it's okay in Danzhou."

Lin Wan'er saw his concern expression and her heart was extremely warm, but when she heard this, she was extremely depressed and muttered: "I married a husband, but I was more beautiful than myself. You are even more beautiful than me. You are so careful..." She slapped her mouth and was about to cry, "Fan Xian! Do you want me to live?"

"Little fool." Fan Xian pinched her soft face lovingly and said, "If you don't live like this, then I think these daughters in Kyoto will commit suicide collectively. Who can I compare with? Compared with a genius like me, you must know that my husband can defeat generals in martial arts, write poetry in literature, make a big fuss in the officialdom when he is heroic, and sit in a quiet place to embroider... Who am I? I am a genius who is not born in the world."

Listening to him bragging and making a disgusting and narcissistic look, Lin Wan'er burst into tears and laughed, hitting his eyebrows with one finger, and said, "Look at your proud."

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and was indescribable: "If you can marry you, of course you must be proud of yourself."

Lin Wan'er was suddenly stunned and reached out to touch his arms.

Fan Xian reached out to protect his chastity and said anxiously: "I promised to give it to me, why are you still robbing?"

A hint of pride suddenly flashed in Lin Wan'er's eyes: "It's not robbing my one, it's robbing your one."

Fan Xian was stunned and looked at Lin Wan'er taking out a flower turban from her arms. It was stolen from Haitang's head when he left Shangjing. Lin Wan'er looked at him with a smile: "Since you want my one, then keep this one for me."

Fan Xian buzzed in his mind, and then he realized that the reason why his wife endured the pain in her fingers was kept secretly trying to embroider the hand towel. It turned out that... it was because of the taste! Although he and Haitang had no mutual relationship with each other, he was stunned and didn't know how to defend himself at all. He could only say: "Wan'er, you misunderstood. I told you in the past that Haitang was born with very little characteristics. How could I look down on her husband?"

Lin Wan'er snorted in the nose and said, "You have always been unique. When you praised me for being beautiful every day, I felt strange, but I just thought you were sweet-mouthed and could coax people. Who knew from Ruoruo later that you really thought I was... beautiful! It can be seen that your vision is different from that of the world, who is willing to believe you."

Fan Xian pretended to be angry and said, "Who dares to say that my wife is not born beautifully?"

Lin Wan'er shrugged like his usual behavior: "No one has ever thought that I was born beautiful."

Fan Xian scratched his head and asked, "Is it... Is there really something wrong with my eyes?"

Lin Wan'er covered her mouth and smiled, and suddenly said seriously: "Don't interrupt." She waved the flower turban of the crabapple in her hand and said proudly: "This piece belongs to me, you have no objection."

Fan Xian said bitterly: "No objection, no objection."

Lin Wan'er laughed and walked out of the house. When she arrived at the door, she suddenly turned around and said, "You want to take that girl Haitang into the house. If you want to leave this mind, you will be discontinued. A man, a real man, carries a handkerchief every day as a thought, without any courage. Even my wife blushed for you."

Fan Xian waved his hand and gave her a blowing kiss, laughing: "This means I'm much purer than you."

Lin Wan'er spat on him.

Fan Xian suddenly thought of an important thing in the first place and asked nervously: "Wan'er, I remember you just celebrated your birthday. Then when we got married, you should be sixteen, right?"

Lin Wan'er opened her eyes curiously and nodded.

Fan Xian patted his chest and said, "That's good, that's good."

The next day, outside the Fan Mansion, in the carriage.

"Sir, where are we going?" Shi Chanli asked his teacher with some headaches. Because the teacher's lips were smiling today, he looked very sinister, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. Now that the Beijing center is not very quiet, don't the teacher want to stop?

Fan Xian looked at the embroidered handkerchief in his hand and smiled at the transformed water bird on it, but he felt a little heartbroken. The headscarf on Haitang's head was a powerful man on the ninth grade! How much risk did he take if he could steal it? As a result, he was confiscated by his wife at once.
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