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Dongchi Kingdom, Zhucheng, Xiangfu. .

Zhucheng is near the sea, even in winter, there is still blue sky and white clouds, the wind and sun are beautiful, which makes the joy of the lanterns and festoons in the Xiangfu even stronger. .

Miss Xiangfu Feng Ge's marriage to the monarch Chi Yu is the most popular thing in Zhucheng recently.

Although the monarch Chi Yu is thirty years old, he has four concubines, and the eldest son is 12 years old, but he is in the ninth and fifth ranks, and it is normal to have more wives and concubines.

On the contrary, Feng Ge heard that he was always reluctant, so he had a long time with his prime minister's father.

But no, not long after the marriage was finalized, a little maid who was close to her died, and all the maids around her withdrew. Later, perhaps because of anger, a new personal maid was recruited.

Speaking of Feng Ge's recruitment of maids, it was lively for a while, she insisted on picking by herself, and when she picked, she only picked out the unattractive ones, and she also took a fancy to one with a long scar on her face.

"Nan Wu, what they said is not quite right."

Zhucheng is near the sea, and flowers bloom in all seasons. The people standing on the porch are wearing green gauze, watching the flowers in the courtyard fall one after another after a while.

"It's not that you're not good-looking, it's that you're not talking."

Feng Ge turned around, with a slight smile on his face: "I'll count, after you, how many words did you say?"

On the day when the prime minister's mansion recruited maids for the general election, the front of the mansion was full of women who had heard about it.

Compared with Yanwang Palace, Xiang's Mansion is only one level behind, even if Xiang's Mansion is a sweeper, everyone has to give a little bit of face when they go out, and respect the young master.

Kuang suddenly said this time that the Xiangfu's family wanted to enter the palace to serve the king and the daughter wanted to choose a maid, so naturally they all came to try their luck.

But this Xiangfu family's Qianjin Fengge is just like playing. This one is not pleasing to the eye, and that one is not pleasing to the eye. It took half a month to choose a thin and yellow-haired little girl.

That day, ten people lined up to go in, and eleven were kicked out, and the original yellow-haired girl was also kicked out.

Miss Qianjin Feng Ge also rarely showed her face, standing in front of the gate of Xiangfu with her long hair untied, coiled up to her waist, half dancing with the wind, it is a good age for marriage.

In Dongchi country, women marry at the age of sixteen.

Seeing Miss Feng Ge's true face, the eyes of the people below who were thinking about serving her were all stared, and they understood why the monarch wanted to be a princess after marrying a thousand daughters in Xiang's family.

With a sweet smile, I turned to look forward to the shame of thousands of flowers.

Feng Ge scanned the crowd with his eyes, and said: "Those who want to enter my house, pass by my eyes one by one, they will not look up to me."

Let the steward of Xiang's mansion hold a chair, hold a cup of fragrant tea and sit in front of the mansion, watching one by one women pass by under the steward's arrangement.

Youdao is nothing more than just looking at flowers on horseback. Sometimes, without raising your eyelids, you just slip past by yourself.

The stewards were very busy, and arranged for these people to walk around here to show to my lady. At this moment, the steward said: "Why are you here again, go to the side."

The young lady drinking tea here was startled, looked up, and saw a woman in a gray linen gown.

It's very eye-catching, everyone else is dressed in Yingying Yanyan, she is such a person, she doesn't wear a bra on her head, and she is also dressed in a disheveled appearance.

When looking at her face again, Feng Ge was indeed taken aback at that time, there was a scar on that face, probably the mark of a narrow escape.

Seeing that his lady was alarmed, the manager became even angrier: "I don't know if this person is stupid or deaf. He comes here to sign up every day, but he says no. She still comes."

Every time I came back, I wouldn't say anything else, just squeezed forward and lined up in a daze.

In fact, she also wanted to be like those women next to her, touching the flowers on her head, smoothing out half of her black hair, and saying some nice and clever words.

But every time she opened her mouth, she felt that her tongue was knotted, which was very rare, very rare.

We are swordsmen, and we are born to attach many pleasures and instincts that should be in the world to the sword. Every ounce of sweat and wisdom is given to the cold edge.

"Why not?"

Miss Xiangfu Feng Ge stepped forward with her cup of steaming tea, looked closely at the scar, and saw a pair of eyes that were still different, others were spring water and autumn waves, hers were dark night cold pool.

The manager replied: "She doesn't talk, and she doesn't listen to persuasion. Looking at her like this, she is afraid of scaring Miss."

Raising his hand, he slapped the manager's forty-something old face: "I, Feng Ge, am also that easy to scare?"

At this time, the people around were silent, only to hear Feng Ge smile and turn to the dazed woman, "Can you talk?"

"meeting."

"What's your name?"

"Nanwu."

"Where did it come from?"

So far silent.

So Feng Ge finally chose a maid this time, not only not good at talking, but also not good-looking, everyone felt that they were being played by, and left angrily.

There are so many gossips saying: "Miss Feng Ge is afraid that the newly selected maid will be favored by the king, so she chooses such a person."

"As expected of everyone's daughter, it's strange not to mention self-willedness."

Suddenly there was a gust of warm wind, and the green gauze shirt and long hair hanging down to the ankles of the people in the corridor were slightly raised back, Feng Ge hurried forward two steps, clasped his hands to catch a falling white flower , and then said: "Five words, a total of five words with me."

Nan Wu put her hands on her waist, and there was nothing there for her. After entering the mansion as a servant, she followed Feng Ge's wishes and changed into light and simple silk clothes, which were soft in texture.

The silk hair on the head is half pulled up, and it is still unadorned and shaken as before.

She has been in the prime minister's mansion for a month, and every day she would accompany Feng Ge to look at the flowers by the corridor for half a day. The flowers in Zhucheng always bloomed and faded.

Feng Ge always said the same thing, let's talk about it.

"It's good not to talk. In the past, the little maid Xiaochan talked every day, but I never understood it."

Although Nan Wu didn't talk much, he could hear what Feng Ge said clearly.

Xiao Zen is the dead maid, about one or two years older than Feng Ge, always Miss, Miss, followed Feng Ge, and grew up with her.

In the past, I liked to run after these flowers with Ah Chan the most. Ah Chan can tell stories. She said that every flower is the incarnation of a woman.

For example, if one flower falls, the others will feel sad and fall together when they see it, because they are afraid of the lonely flower on the ground.Or I'm afraid of the lonely flower on the tree, so it will reopen again.

There is only a re-opening day for flowers, and there is no time for people to see each other again.

Ah Chan always said that she will be good to me in this life, but I couldn't understand what she always said so much. I still thought that it would be a good thing to marry the monarch Chi Yu.

Chi Yu is the king of the country, full of vigor, and those wives who have met him say that he is very talented and handsome.

I just said a few more words about Chi Yu's goodness, and thought about what happened after entering the palace a few times, Ah Chan gradually stopped talking, and then suddenly stopped talking.

I have to wait until I die to say it. In fact, miss, what I said to you before is true, that is, I don’t want you to marry someone else, not because I can’t serve you, not because you will suffer, it’s me Can't watch you being possessed by someone else.

"Nanwu, do you know Nanliang? Nanliang is different from Dongchi. I heard that women can marry and be together. Although they have not been treated well in recent years, at least they can."

Ah Chan knew about it before, but she didn't tell me about it, but every time I asked her what her wish was, she always said: "The biggest wish in this life is to take the young lady to Nanliang."

If you go to Nanliang, you can get married.

You said, she is such a talkative person, but she talks and laughs all day long on weekdays, but she doesn't talk about important things, and she only talks when she dies.

I don't know whether I like Ah Chan or not, but when she said that, I thought of her kindness again.

No matter what, she has been with me for so many years. Even if I don't like her, I want her to live well. She likes women, and I will buy her ten or eight.

So the person under the flower tree turned around and asked, "Nan Wu, do you like women?"

"Ah."

The sixth word.

Hearing such a sound, Feng Ge turned around from the flowers and leaves, and tilted her head slightly. The 16-year-old is still shorter than Zisang, and her body is also weaker, just like the wind in her name. generally.

The skirt was fluttering in the wind, and she turned backwards. Fengge came to the corridor and took off her shoes, lifted the skirt, stepped on the phoebe board and approached step by step.

Still a little curious on the face, but also a little playful approached: "Nan Wu, do you have a girl you like?"

"Ah."

seventh word.

"What kind of person is she?"

no answer.

I want to say it, but I can't say it, and I can't say it.

Nan Wu never thought about what kind of person Zisang was, she only knew that when Feng Ge asked, she would immediately think of such a person.

Either she was trembling with fright, or she put a wet towel soaked in tea on her forehead in a serious manner, or she told her that Nanwu means refuge.

It was probably because she was drinking under the moon, she seemed drunk but she was not drunk, she always hooked her chin and said, Nanwu you, you look good when you smile.

As soon as his neck was cold, he subconsciously held an outstretched hand.

Although Feng Ge's wrist is in her hand, Nan Wu's chin is still hooked slightly with her fingertips, she raised her eyes and said with a smile: "Would you like a woman like me, like Ah Chan?"

"Do not."

Feng Ge then tilted his head again, withdrew his hand, and sighed: "You can't speak like that, sometimes it's really boring."

At this time, a group of maids with sweaty foreheads brought several baskets of flower petals to the corridor and said, "Miss, are these enough?"

Although the baskets are full of flower petals, the ones of different colors are separated, some are pink, some are crisp red, some are white, and some are pink and yellow.

Miss Fengsong stepped forward to look around and smell, and then asked to mix the pink and white together.

The maid hurriedly followed suit, and the white powder was mixed together, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

"Nan Wu, the old rules."

The person standing upright here heard the order, picked up the pink and white petals in the basket, jumped on the tree trunk in three or two steps, and threw the petals down against the wind.

From this tree to that tree, white flowers spread all over the garden for a while, it was very magnificent, and the people in the corridor just looked at it with a smile.

When the last bit was gone, the garden returned to the deserted and deserted state at the beginning, when occasionally two flowers floated on the top of the tree, Miss Feng Ge waved her hand again and said, "Go and pick them up again."

A group of maids went back with a bitter face.

The daughter of the Xiangfu has no other hobbies, but only loves to watch the flying flowers dance in the garden. In fact, she is not. In the past, when Miss Achan was there, the two of them would watch flowers and butterflies together. How could they do such troublesome things? .

But she is the daughter of the Xiangfu, and she likes to do these things, even the Xiangye doesn't care, Xiangye, just care about the important affairs of the court, for example, Dongchi sent many soldiers to the Xianmin Tomb recently, it's the Xiangye's intention .

Mr. Xiang has done a lot for the country. After all, he is also the head of the country now, so he has become even busier.

A group of maids who were busy picking petals and picking colors met the Prime Minister here and came through the arch, as if they had seen a savior, and they all eagerly asked for well.

The Prime Minister looked at the layered petals all over the floor, and then at the mid-empty rose frame, and the maid who was half sweating and crying, probably understood the meaning of the cynicism and insinuation of those concubines in the Moon Hou room all day long. .

"Such a big man, he doesn't look like a boudoir at all." Xiang Ye was only in his forties, with a black beard, star eyebrows and sword eyes, and good looks, with a majestic look on his face. look.

"Anyway, didn't you promise me to Chi Yu? What kind of boudoir look do you want?" People who are settled, how can they pretend to be a boudoir show? Feng Ge has never been afraid of such a gentleman.

There is only such a daughter in the Xiangfu and no other children, and there are seven or eight concubines in the back room who have never given birth again, because although all the concubines love to exclude her behind their backs, it is useless, she is still the palm of the Xiangye precious.

"Even if you know you want to be a princess, you should be restrained."

Mr. Xiang was also in a dilemma when his own daughter refused to eat soft and hard, but when he saw the shadow standing in the silhouette of Lang Xia with cold eyes, he felt a little uncomfortable. When he looked at her face again, he felt a little uneasy: "This is the good maid my daughter picked in the legend?"

"Don't Daddy like it?" Feng Ge said, smiling and winking at Nan Wu: "I think this is just right."

I want to say that this maid is not good-looking, but I think about the previous maid, Ah Chan, who is good-looking and smart, but he didn't want to make such a trouble, so he cut his wrist and died in this daughter's boudoir in the middle of the night for no reason.

I want to say that this maid is disturbing, but I can't give a specific reason.

"If you like it, you can keep it for a while, but you are not allowed to enter the palace as a dowry."

"Preferably."

The more Mr. Xiang looked at the woman under the shadow of the gallery, the more uneasy he felt, and he came up and asked, "What's your name?"

Feng Ge replied, "Nan Wu."

"Where are you from?"

Feng Song replied: "The beggar in Zhucheng has no father or mother."

Nan Wu then turned her eyes to Feng Ge, she didn't remember saying such a thing.

Xiang Ye raised his eyebrows and scolded his precious daughter: "I asked her, what are you talking about?"

Feng Ge replied: "Because I told her that she is only allowed to talk to me, not to anyone else."

So no matter what Xiangye asked, he didn't see this man with a scar on his face and a straight back, but he was still extremely vigilant: "I'm just an idler, you are not allowed to marry into the palace as a dowry."

Watching her father go, Feng Ge still pointed to the maid who was idle in the sea of ​​flowers: "Hurry up and get to work."

The hopeless maids picked up the red and white flowers in the sea of ​​flowers repeatedly, and then looked at the scar-faced woman who didn't say a word standing on one branch after another, idly spreading the flowers down. bearing the fruits of their labor.

The capital of Dongchi Country is near the sea, so the day is warm and the night is cold.

Feng Ge just took off her clothes, played with water flowers, and talked to Nan Wu who was standing by the pool: "How does it feel to like a woman, seeing me so heartwarming?"

A pair of eyes were like a cold pool in the dark, and she moved her lips slightly: "No."

Only when you see that person will you unconsciously feel that your heart is in turmoil.

"You might as well not talk." Feng Ge raised his hand and splashed Nan Wuyi, and the powder coupled with most of his body floated up in the water, completely shy in vain.

"Actually, I don't know what I like, and I have never met a few men other than my father. All I see are the stewards of the mansion. They look like slaves and I hate them."

Feng Ge sighed tiredly, stretched out his hand and walked towards Nan Wu naked.

Nan Wu still took the brocade cloth next to her to wipe her body as usual.

From the neck to the shoulders, from the back to the abdomen, from the hip to the pubic bone, from the hip bone to the ankle, down to the knuckles, he took care of everything, and then took the silk clothes and put them on and tied them loosely.

"I don't know whether I like Ah Chan or not. I just thought she was really considerate to me before." Feng Ge put his hands on Nan Wu's shoulders, relying on his smaller body, the whole waist was stuck up .

Nan Wu still stood upright, but Feng Ge hooked her down like this, so he felt a little bit of urgency to fall into the pool, so he had to stretch out his hand to catch the sinking waist.

So the two came together.

Feng Ge chuckled: "Quickly say you like me."

Nan Wu frowned, but it was only two words, but he couldn't quite say it.

"I just want to hear how a woman's liking will be different." She said it as if she had heard a lot of likings, but that girl like Ah Chan didn't say it seriously.

In fact, not many people have told me.

The daughters of the prime minister's mansion are all in this sea of ​​flowers, watching the leaves fall, busy watching the beauty contend for fragrance, others have a mother to praise, I have a bunch of tit-for-tat concubines in the backyard, by the way, there is also a concubine who is just a day-to-day concubine. Said the father of the big show in the boudoir.

Nan Wu grabbed the person in front of him, helped her away from the edge of the pool, and let go of her hand to make her stand better, but her hands clenched tighter and tighter from bottom to top.

Letting go would cause her to fall to the ground, so I had to let her hang like this.

Nan Wu was also very helpless, his brows were still frowning, and he pinched Feng Ge Teng's hand: "What's wrong, you hate me?"

"Do not."

"Then you like me."

"Do not."

"What does that mean?"

Nan Wu was stopped by the question, Feng Ge raised his face slightly to talk to her, and blew every bit of breath towards her neck, collar, and lips, he couldn't tell what it felt like.

It's just that there will inevitably be some heat next to this warm pool.

"Do you have a girl you like?"

"Ah."

"Did you ever kiss her?"

"No."

"I do not have either."

Feng Ge was in Nan Wu's arms, looking around at her, her legs were wrapped around her and refused to come off: "You are very strong."

It is inevitable to practice martial arts and swords since childhood.

"Nanwu."

should not.

"I think maybe I also like women, like you."

Before thinking about it, I didn't know what Ah Chan liked about me, but she still annoyed her, why would she die if she liked me, or told me, let me think about whether I also like women.

The jade finger walked over the scar, inch by inch, from the brow on the side of the forehead, through the gap in the bridge of the nose, and then to the cheek. Just by looking at it, one can imagine how painful it was.

His fingers rested on his tightly pursed lips.

"Nan Wu, it has been 33 days since you entered the mansion."

"Ah."

"You won't like me?"

"..."

"Did you tell that person you liked her?"

"Ah."

It seems to have been told, in short, she knows, she knows, how can she not know what I think about her.Before she could think deeply, a trace of coolness was squeezed into her lips, and the fingers that had been resting on her lips were touching her teeth.

The body can't move like this, the waist is wrapped, the neck is hooked, looking at Miss Fengge's complexion suddenly becomes a bit like those white|pink petals in the daytime.

The cold fingers between her lips tapped her teeth, and she wanted to close it, but the fingertips were thrust into her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue.

His face became hot, and he wanted to spit it out, but the person in front of him was giggling and laughing, as if he was deliberately teasing the little tongue inside, going in and out at times, so he had to bite it.

It is also unconscious.

Feng Ge was bitten, and she couldn't move, her eyes were fixed on the person who was also looking at her.The two of them sticking close to each other are also standing upright because of playing around.

Nan Wu loosened his teeth slightly, only to see that jade finger left his lips, and his pink and white face was like a sea of ​​flowers scattered, approaching her eyes and imprinted on the corner of her lips, then left for a while, and then said : "I am a dignified daughter of the Xiangfu, but I don't like it. It's really boring."

Only in this way did the legs around the waist loosen, Fengge pulled up his clothes, touched his face, and left the hot and humid side of the warm pool in a careless manner.

The heat in front of him dissipated in an instant, Nan Wu raised his hand and touched his lips, the place where Feng Ge's fingertips touched just now still had a little dampness, and the place where he kissed was still itchy, as if burned It looks like something is on top.

That person also likes to say, you are so boring.

So she stretched out her hand to touch her waist again, there was no sword on her body, but she still walked out half-supported, she is now a maid, and she wants to follow the woman named Fengge.

Dongchi country, cast city, near the sea, warm day and cool night,

When entering the room, Feng Ge had already lay down on the inside, Nan Wu took the quilt and covered her with slight movements.

"I'm not like Ah Chan, who likes not to say anything."

"Ah."

"I like yours. Namo."

In fact, what is the difficulty? Isn’t it just that I feel happy and happy about such a thing, and it’s not difficult to say it. I don’t like secretive and reserved things.

Just like me, Feng Ge likes to see the sea of ​​flowers all over the sky, so I watch it every day, every day I am happy, sometimes I like this color, sometimes I like that color.

The only way to know if you like it is to try it out.

When I didn't try to like women, I didn't know what it was like. I tried to like you, and then I roughly felt that it really seemed to be the case.

Feng Ge said: "As a woman, I like a woman like you."

Lightly spread the quilt, afraid to speak.