The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 631 Qingqiu Fox (34)

Wei Wu suddenly turned her head to look at her husband, an unbelievable ray of light bloomed in her beautiful eyes.

Wei Zhang's temperament has always been cold and indifferent, even for her new wife, it's just a routine, how has he ever been so warm to others?

She bit her lip, and her white teeth sank into the soft pink lips, which hurt slightly.

Get yourself sober.

The brain is in a mess.

Why does my husband have such a strange attitude towards this rouge girl?He also asked her if she was going to see her mother?

Could it be...

Could it be that the husband has ulterior motives and wants to accept this rouge girl as... a concubine?
Thinking of this, Wei Wu's slender and graceful body shook, as if she had been hit.

Although I have known for a long time that a character like a husband, in the Southern Song Dynasty where three wives and four concubines have become the norm, it is impossible to just guard her Wei Wu all her life. Before Wei Wu married him, she had already Be mentally prepared, but when this day really comes, Wei Wu still finds it...unbearable.

No, not possible.

She denied it in her heart.

The husband has been married to her for less than a year, not to mention that he has only met this Rouge girl...

Wei Wu suppressed the wild thoughts in her heart, managed to pull out a forced smile, found a step for herself, and secretly reminded Wei Zhang:

"Husband, mother likes to be clean, and never likes to wear makeup. If you want to introduce Rouge girl to mother, you might as well introduce it to the wives or daughters of your colleagues..."

Unexpectedly, Wei Zhang didn't even look at her, he just looked at Feng Hua fixedly, as if he must find an answer from her.

Wei Wu's forced smile froze slightly on her face.

Wei Qingci's brows frowned at the gaze of Fengshen and handsome Lord Zhongcheng.

The cinnabar mole at the end of the eye was a bit burning, and he secretly pinched one of Fenghua's fingers - not to go.

He warned himself.

Fenghua pretended not to know, nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Mrs. Zhongcheng's mother, isn't she the lady Wei who once lived in the Jiangnan Mei Mansion, who was dressed in white and looked pretty, graceful and charming.

But Fenghua remembers that Mrs. Wei has a stunning appearance, she likes to be plain and clean, and doesn't like to put on makeup?
Ha ha.

Who are you kidding?

……

Mother Wei came late.

Followed by two big maids, magnificent and brilliant, no longer the original owner but the weak image in memory, with bright clothes and makeup.

Who doesn't support the birth mother of Lord Zhongcheng, an upstart in the imperial court?

"Old lady."

"Hello old lady."

"The old lady is very lucky."

Mother Wei, who is only forty years old and still has a charming charm, is wearing a dark red dress, elegant and dignified, and has nothing to do with the word "old lady".

Wei's mother smiled reservedly, nodded in return, and a group of people surrounded her as the host, a bit like the stars and the moon.

"My mother is over there, Mei..." Wei Zhang paused, then changed his address to a distant and polite address, with a slight bitterness on his lips, he said, "Miss Rouge, come with me."

Fenghua nodded.

She followed behind Wei Zhang, intending to follow and go over.

Wei Qingci stood still.

Fenghua's fingertips moved slightly, hooking the boy's palm, and the voice came into Wei Qingci's ears: "Aren't you going?"

Low and seductive.

It seems to have passed through my heart.

Wei Qingci's clothes shook, and he moved at a lazy pace.

Fenghua curved her lips and smiled.

Immediately, his eyes darkened slightly.

Mother Wei is also on her suspicion list.

"Mother." Wei Zhang's slender and tall figure blocked Fenghua behind him, holding his hand and shouted very politely.

Wei's mother was full of smiles, which was different from the original owner's memory of being lonely and lonely after losing her husband. She stretched out her hand to support her son, patted the back of his hand with a smile, and said, "Why are you so polite between mother and son?" ? Present it, get up quickly."

It is Wei Zhang's watchword.

Wei Zhang straightened up straight, his usual calm and self-possessed face showed a slightly excited expression different from usual, "Mother, let me introduce someone for you."

"Today is your birthday. Didn't Ah Wu specially order someone to tailor a new dress for you? Why are you still wearing this?" Wei's mother chattered earnestly, while following Wei Zhang's words, gently Turning her head, "Chengzhi, who do you want to recommend for me?"

The words fall.

Wei Zhang stepped aside, Mother Wei naturally saw behind him, a graceful figure with black hair in a white dress, black eyelashes, long and thick, and a slight lift, revealing a deeply red face.

A familiar face, a familiar tone.

Every single word made Mother Wei terrified from her eyes to her bones, and even the depths of her soul trembled slightly.

"Rouge has met Mrs. Wei."

"Rouge, rouge..."

Wei's mother looked at Fenghua's eyes and became extremely frightened. Also, seeing a person who came back from the dead, I'm afraid there is no one who would not be afraid. She asked in a trembling voice: "Your name is Yanzhi?"

Fenghua looked as usual, smiled slightly, and replied: "Yes, Mrs. Wei."

Mother Wei's eyes darkened and she almost fainted!
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The birthday banquet in the Zhongcheng Mansion did not know when it would start, nor when it would end.

Fenghua and Wei Qingci boarded the carriage for the return journey.

The carriage staggered towards the rouge shop, the night outside the window was dark, the smell of alcohol in the car was slightly drunk, and the fingertips wiped the side of the clothes lightly.

The moonlight tonight is very much like love.

The woman in the white skirt and the young man in the green shirt sat side by side in the carriage. The blue and white clothes hung down slightly, and the hem of the clothes was intertwined. The slightly excessive body temperature after being drunk was transmitted to the other party's body through the clothes.

The carriage compartment was a little dull.

Fenghua raised the car curtain with one hand, and a breeze came from the window.

Wei Qingci rested his chin with one hand, his phoenix eyes were lazy, and his slender, thick and dark eyelashes drooped slightly, casting two graceful fan-shaped silhouettes under the white eyelids, covering the light in the pale silver pupils.

A strand of black silk slipped down, and the cinnabar mole was bright and scorching.

He breathed in the fresh air from the car window through his nose, and pursed his lips.

Gently opening her lips, a faint, rich and fragrant smell of wine was revealed between her lips and teeth, and a faint voice rang out softly, breaking the quiet atmosphere: "...you know that Wei Zhang?"

"I knew each other before my death." Fenghua nodded slightly, confessing directly.

Bright moon, late night, long street.

In the faint carriage compartment, the word "lifetime" resounded, which was a little... permeating.

Wei Qingci said "Oh" lazily, but the meaning of the tone was unclear.

He drooped his eyelashes, not knowing what to think.

After a while, Fenghua looked sideways at the young man with his chin on his cheeks, and suddenly his red lips curled up, and he said with a playful look: "Speaking of which, Chengzhi is still my fiancé before he was alive, what a pity..."

She pretended to sigh, stretched her enchanting tone, and said: "Don't hug the pipa now."

(End of this chapter)