MTL - Sweet Beauty-Chapter 20 fan

There were a lot of things in the army, so Liu Xiu left in a hurry. After Ashu sent him away, he went back to the house alone.

Que'er took her arm and whispered, "Sister Wang's temperament is really different from that of the king. Madam Fan is good, but I don't know if she can control her."

Ah Shu was absent-minded all the way. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "I don't care if I can, but I'm afraid that I don't want to care at all."

Yesterday, the two children made unkind remarks. Although they heard from the maid, it seemed that Liu Zhao did it, but no one saw it, and there was no real evidence. Even she did not dare to be sure that it was Liu Zhao. Even Liu Yu did not mention the two children in his words. On the contrary, Mrs. Fan, who seemed to have no doubts, pointed out that Liu Zhao was the initiator.

If you hadn't heard it with your own ears and seen it with your own eyes, how could you be so distrustful of your uncle and sister who have always been close to you?

Ashu thought of Deng Wan's goodness, but felt that a real close sister-in-law should not be like this.

She couldn't tell, but she felt that Mrs. Fan was not as simple as she seemed, as if there was something she couldn't remember for a while.

Queer wrinkled her round face, made a face and said, "I'm afraid no one wants to care about Wang Mei's temperament."

Ah Shu laughed, and poked her fleshy cheek with a thin sallow finger, pretending to be serious, "Don't talk nonsense, if your uncle hears you, you will have to tear your mouth!"

Queer stuck out her tongue, and indifferently started gossiping with her.

Before noon, A-shu sent someone to clean up the palace that was left unsprayed yesterday, and then the autumn was clear and the sun was bright, so it was convenient for a wooden frame to be set up in the courtyard, and the scrolls of Liu Xiong's books were unwound and dried. , and he moved a low couch outside the house, sitting on the side, using silk as a fan, and carefully tracing it with brush and ink.

She doesn't do embroidery, but she is good at painting and painting. She loves to paint fans very much. At this moment, I saw her go to the thin wolf centimeter, slightly dipped in ink, and with a few strokes, I drew a pattern of Pisces in the pond, and then embellished it with water waves and duckweed, which was very quiet and elegant.

Several maids sat around with needles and threads in their hands, and one of them talked to her to relieve her boredom.

One of them was holding a net in his hand, and he talked about the family affairs of his childhood: "There were floods in those days, and my parents starved to death, so I left one to go to my uncle's house. I want to marry my cousin, so I have to sell me as a slave..."

Nowadays, the world is difficult, and this little maid's life experience is also common. After that, Zuo just sighed that he sold a good family and met a good master. Ah Shu had listened to it a lot, but today she suddenly paid attention, and the thin wolf in her hand stopped, taking a good picture of the fan.

But she didn't care at all, holding the pen for a while and suddenly lost her mind.

The shadow of the broken slave suddenly appeared in his mind.

Isn't this child who took refuge with his uncle after losing his father? She vaguely remembered that she had occasionally heard in her previous life that Liu Xiu had no children under his knees, and because he feared that there would be no successor, he made Liu Xiu's orphan the crown prince.

Later, Liu Xiu invaded Chang'an again. I was afraid that after her death, she would be enthroned and become emperor. At that time, wouldn't Liu Xiu's son have to be the crown prince?

In the previous life, Liu Xiu was not always alone. After Liu Xiu's filial piety period, he seemed to be married, but never had any children. And Mrs. Fan, who has been a widow since she lost her husband, never remarried.

Ashu couldn't tell what secrets there was in it, let alone what Mrs. Fan was like, but it was an indisputable fact that the Fan family had fallen without relatives, and Liu Yu had become famous.

Maybe she should be more vigilant.

…

However, he said that in the past two days, Liu Xiu had become familiar with Xindu.

In order to ensure the tranquility of this place, the original Chen Wen's officials, large and small, did not move any of them, and the daily government affairs of Xindu were still handed over to Chen Wen. Humans are only a standing army.

As for the local tyrannical families, he also did not move their land population, business as usual. There were many big clans who wanted to send wealth, silk and beautiful maids, but he refused all of them, and only occasionally used the food they donated as military rations and sent them to the camp to eat with the soldiers.

After several days like this, several officials who had been critical of Chen Wen's sudden engagement gradually became relieved, and they still kept their positions and performed their duties.

Seeing that the time was right, he sent hundreds of people to the direction of Zhending, spreading the news that "King Xiao has entered Jizhou, based on the capital of the letter", and invited King Zhending, who was also a clan, to come.

After everything was arranged, when he returned from outside the city, it was already close to the people.

Liu Xiu hurried back to the room, A Shu was half-reclining on the couch, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and she slept comfortably.

She rarely wears a magnificent haze-colored robe, with a belt loosely tied around her waist, and wide sleeves and skirts spread out, making her extra petite and exquisite. She held the silk dough fan in one hand, just next to her cheek, covering half of her face, as if to block the dim candlelight.

The girl, who seemed to be waiting for him often, went to sleep.

He looked up, the moon was in the middle of the sky, it was really late, it was hard to wait for her every day.

The maid outside the door wanted to remind her aloud, but he just waved to stop it, and subconsciously stepped in lightly.

When he got closer, he could see the dough fan in her hand, which was exquisitely painted. He couldn't help squatting on the edge of the couch, he took out a fan from her hand, and looked at it carefully, only to see the duckweed in the flowing water, the two fishes were agile, and they were quite exquisite, but the fish eye of one of the fishes seemed to be caused by writing a pen. Too heavy and some flaws.

Without the fan cover, the candle light shines directly on both eyes. A Shu is awakened by the sudden light. She covers her eyes with one hand and props herself up with the other. After she regains clarity, she sees that Liu Xiu has returned and is staring at her new daughter thoughtfully. painted fan.

For some reason, she thought of the flaws in the fish's eyes and felt a little ashamed, so she reached out and snatched the fan away without teaching him to see it.

Seeing her like this, Liu Yu couldn't help smiling, and softly praised: "The painting is very good."

When Ah Shu heard his gentle and mellow voice, her cheeks flushed red. She does have a bit of confidence in her painting, and at this moment, listening to the compliment, her heart overflows with joy and pride, but she is not allowed to show it. She can only try her best to restrain the corners of her lips rising, straighten her back on purpose, and say modestly, "Your Majesty. Muzan, I didn't draw the fish eyes well."

When she spoke, she pursed her lips tightly, nodded solemnly, her eyes were full of eyes, but from time to time she peeked at his reaction, as if she was afraid that he really agreed with her.

Liu Yu suddenly had bad thoughts, and deliberately followed her words: "Indeed, fish eyes are flawed." He caught a glimpse of her suddenly slumped cheeks out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help smiling any longer, and reached out and stroked her black hair. Fa, and added, "But the flaws don't hide the truth. Your paintings are really wonderful. At least, they are much better than embroiderers."

Ah Shu couldn't hide her smugness once again being defeated by his last words, she couldn't help but stare at him with a pair of beautiful eyes and looked at him with a little dissatisfaction.

Does this person really want to expose her shortcomings?

Xu Shi had laughed enough, and Liu Yu suddenly restrained his smile and said sternly, "Zhao Ji, embroider a sachet for me."

"Your Majesty?" Ah Shu was really puzzled, why did he mock her for her poor embroidery skills and ask her to embroider sachets in a blink of an eye? Isn't that embarrassing her? Besides, he seems to have never had the habit of wearing a sachet.

Liu Xiu had already stood up, and without waiting for her to do it, he took off his robe and handed it to the maid, and in a blink of an eye he thought of something, turned around and instructed: "Don't fake someone else's hand, you have to embroider it yourself, in a few days I want it."

After that, he went to the bathroom.

This is painful for Ashu. When she was at home, she didn't like embroidery. Every time she did embroidery with her sister-in-law, she gave up halfway and never made a decent sachet. Now it's really embarrassing.

She hesitated for a while, until after turning off the lights, she climbed onto the bed in the dark, still unwilling to ask again, "Your Majesty, why don't you just stop making sachets and get another one?"

Liu Xiu closed his eyes tightly and turned his back to her as if he hadn't heard.

Ah Shu stared at his back through the darkness, she couldn't help it, so she turned her back as if pissed.

…

Early the next morning, before Liu Yu left, he did not forget to instruct, "Zhao Ji, don't forget to embroider the sachet."

Ah Shu frowned. As soon as the affairs in the palace were over, she took silk and needles and placed them on the table, thinking hard about how to do it. But looking at it, it was a long time, so long that Queer couldn't stand it any longer, she still didn't do anything.

There were several maids around who were talking for her, and they rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a lot of ready-made patterns for her to embroider.

But she threaded the needle for a while, and flew up and down, and the posture was full, but the embroidered pattern was terrible.

You are obviously a pair of skillful hands, but why can't you get a needle and thread?

She looked at the rags that were already full of flaws in front of her, and couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Queer carefully suggested: "Ashu, do you need me to embroider one for you?"

Ah Shu shook her head without thinking about it: "No, no, he-the king said that you can't fake someone else's hand."

Seeing that there was no progress on this day, she felt a little sluggish on the couch, so she had to greet Mrs. Fan first.

Mrs. Fan is not a mother, and Shu doesn't need to be careful every morning and evening, but she is always afraid of being truthful. Especially for Mrs. Fan, she is both ashamed and wary. It is always necessary to greet her once a day.

When she walked outside Mrs. Fan's house, Ashu could smell the incense. She doesn't like it very much, especially because her body is sensitive. If the fragrance is strong, it will make her cry and cough. In the past two days, Mrs. Fan was very fond of fragrance.

She had to endure the tingling between her nose and hold her breath slightly.

Fortunately, the two were not very familiar with each other, so they couldn't say a few words.

After Ah Shu withdrew, they went back to the house with Queer. Caixing reached the corner, but suddenly a reckless figure slammed into her arms, slamming her into her chest, staggering, taking a few steps back, and almost fell.

Queer screamed, hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold it, and opened her mouth to scold: "Which one is—"

When the words came to his mouth, he was stunned.

"Uncle?" Ah Shu stabilized her body and looked at the blushing, panic-stricken woman in front of her eyes in surprise. It's not Liu Zhao, who is it?

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