Chapter 10

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date="2020-11-25"

title="Chapter 10"

weight="107699"

series = ["The Way of Favors"]

mode = "manual"

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On the day Fu Rong returned home, she begged Qiao to allow her to go out. She wanted to visit Ruyizhai.

Ruyizhai specializes in jewelry.

Fu Rong is active, relying on his father's favor, and he has visited almost all the places in Xin Capital. Qiao began to indulge her, but as her daughter grew older, her appearance became too outstanding. Since last year, Qiao's control has gradually tightened and Fu Rong is easily not allowed to go out and run around unless he is accompanied by an elder.

"What do you want to buy? My mother sent someone over and let the other side send things for you to pick." When Guan was most inseparable, Qiao was reluctant to go out and asked his daughter doubtfully, "Are you not worried about being someone else" See you? Why do you want to go out?"

Fu Rong didn't answer, but looked a little jealously at his mother's arms while drinking milk while holding his little brother, and whispered in a low voice: "Mother is partial, she has never fed me."

Qiao's five children, Fu Chen Fu Wan, were all born in Beijing. At that time, Fu Pinyan needed a lot of money to get a jinshi. In order to save money, Qiao did not ask a mother to feed the children. The two Fu Rong Fu Xuan at the end were fed by the mother. Now it is the youngest Guan, or the last one in her life. Suddenly, Qiao is reluctant to ask outsiders to take care of him. She comes in handy when it's inconvenient. The so-called Yaozi is favored, probably.

"It's thirteen, and I haven't been serious all day," Joe reached out his hand and nodded his daughter's forehead, staring at his eyes: "On partiality, who can compare to you in the family? Don't be partial to everything if you don't agree. Go up, you are going to talk about it, why do you have to do it yourself if you can save trouble?"

"I want to go out for shopping!" Fu Rong leaned on his mother's shoulder and whispered softly, "I have been raised in Zhuangzi for almost a month, so my mother will let me go out once, accompanied by grandma and family. Huh, what is my mother worried about? Anyway, if you don't agree, you don't like me!"

What she really wants to buy, Ruyizhai will not send it, she must pick it up in person.

The mother and daughter were in a stalemate. Fu Pinyan stepped in and walked in. Qiao saw him, holding his son and sitting with his back facing him. As an old husband and wife, she is naturally not afraid of being looked at by her husband, but her daughter is there. If the husband's eyes float over and let her daughter see it, it would be wrong.

Fu Pinyan didn't go to the couch either, and sat down at the table with a smile and asked his daughter: "I heard you pestering your mother from afar, what do you want this time?"

Fu Rong pours tea to his father obediently, squeezing his shoulders and pounding his back, "I want to go to Ruyizhai, mother forbid, dad help me persuade my mother."

When Qiao heard this, he turned his head and glared at her husband, the meaning is self-evident.

It's a pity that the power of this short glance is not as powerful as the coquettishness of the daughter next to him. Fu Pinyan nodded in response before drinking a cup of tea.

Seeing her daughter flying out of the house like a larks out of the cage, Qiao's resentful voice angered her husband: "Okay, I don't care about the heavy things in the future, and I can't control it, just let her beg you Stop! You are yours, I am a stepmother, am I not!"

Fu Pinyan laughed, got up on the couch, hugged her from behind and bit her ears, "Who would be so spoiled and blamed, didn't you all learn from you?" The three daughters, this is the most like a wife, regardless of appearance, voice or temper.

He drilled his hand under her skirt, Qiao couldn't help holding his son and leaning back, Fu Pinyan leaned over to eat her ruddy lips, "You are all my treasures, I am willing to spoil any of them." He is the prefect, and his daughter wants to go shopping. The entire Ji Zhou Mansion walked sideways with her.

Moisturizing twice in a row in one night, the next morning, Qiao's is as beautiful as a branch of crabapple, without the need for powder, it is amazing in the world.

The three sisters Fu Rong came over to greet her. Seeing the charming color remaining in her mother's eyebrows, Fu Rong quietly praised her father in her heart. It is said that women are used to blowing pillow breeze to men. In fact, the reverse is the same. When you are in love, you are confused and only make people forget everything, but ask the other half to make her happy.

With thoughts, Xu Jin's tight and strong arms suddenly broke into his mind, followed by a powerful tart in the dark, as if he were on the scene.

Fu Rong calmly poured himself a cup of tea, and had to say that it had nothing to do with love, it was pure physical work.

When Qiao saw her face reddish, just as excited, she said something coldly, caught a glimpse of her daughter’s broken hair on the front of her forehead, and couldn’t bear it. He turned to Sister Fu Wan and asked, “I’m going to Ruyizhai today. Let’s go check it out and see if there are any new styles over there. If you like it, buy two."

When I was poor, I hoped that my family would have money. When I was rich, the first thing I thought of was not myself, but to dress all three daughters beautifully.

Fu Xuanxian said, "I'm still young, so I don't need any jewelry, so I won't go."

Fu Rong glanced at his sister, knowing that she didn't want to delay studying. The family hired a female husband, who taught from six to thirteen years old. She studied in the morning and learned the etiquette female celebrity in the afternoon, and then she followed her mother to learn the housekeeping. Sisters and younger sisters follow this path. Only she is the only one who relies on her parents to spoil her and learn everything for three days and two days of fishing.

Therefore, in her previous life, she did well in the fascinating things of etiquette, but she didn't have much pen and ink in her belly, and she liked dressing most.

At that time, young and frivolous and ignorant, the girls at the banquet compared to Shi Doucha, and she went to hang out with her good friends, scoffing at them. Up to now, Fu Rong still doesn't like this kind of elegance, but he has learned it, and it is good to use it to decorate the facade if necessary. Those princesses in the capital, which one has no talent?

After figuring it out, Fu Rong touched his sister's head, smiling and boasting: "Xuanxuan is really good, I will go to school with you when I look back, review the past and learn the new."

Fu Xuan didn't believe it at all, and didn't doubt it, and Quan was deaf.

Fu Rong looked at her sister.

Fu Wan actually didn't want to go out. Her younger sister looked so petite and she looked like a little girl. She was too late, but she was worried about her younger sister, "Mother, let me go with Dongnong."

Qiao asked the maid, Qiao Xing, to arrange the carriage for the two girls to go out.

Fu Xuan went to the Jingxin Hall for class first, and Fu Rong sat in front of her mother's dressing mirror and worried about the mirror: "Mother, what if the wind blows up my hair? I don't want people to see it." She lost her mother’s jewelry box. There was no jewelry that could block her forehead.

Come out of his stomach, Qiao doesn't understand what his daughter thinks?

Turning Guan to Fu Wan to watch, Qiao walked to the mirror, picked up her daughter's bangs and looked at it, picked out a silver chain and pearl eyebrow drop from the jewelry box and placed it in front of her daughter's forehead, and asked in the mirror, "This how is it?"

The little girl in the mirror smiled and curled her mouth, "Mother, help me put it on."

Qiao squeezed her small face, and helped her daughter comb a simple single snail bun again. Just about to choose a bead flower to put on the top of her daughter's hair, Fu Rong hurriedly said, "First wear eyebrows and heart pendants!"

There were only a few of them in the room, and the Qiao family didn't feel angry and said, "Who is afraid of watching? I even wiped your fart..."

"Mother!" Fu Rong blocked his ears not to listen.

On the couch, Fu Wan blushed with a smile, and looked at her sister from a distance. She was squeamish, how she liked it.

After finally cleaning up, Fu Rong turned around and ran to her sister, deliberately tilting his head: "Would you like?"

Fu Wan hugged her younger brother.

The little girl had only a white jade apricot beaded flower in her bun, which complemented her soft and bright blue silk. She wore a silver chain pearl eyebrow drop between her forehead. Several small beads formed a plum blossom shape, just to cover the small hole, and then followed the white jade. The beaded flowers are radiant, fresh and elegant, setting the younger sister's natural snowy skin, like a flower like a fairy.

Fu Wan nodded, looked up and down, and suggested: "Go and change into light-colored clothes. This set is too gorgeous and doesn't go well with jewelry."

Fu Rongzheng had this intention, and his little brother's little cheek led Lan Xiang back.

Qiao was still standing in front of the mirror, smiling and greeted her eldest daughter: "Come here, mother, there is a pendant with gold and red agate. Mother will comb you a bun like your sister." Her heart is not partial. Yes, turn around and make a suitable one to the little girl.

The frowning eyebrows were actually very swagger. Fu Wan was embarrassed to wear it, and she refused to go over. Qiao didn't follow him, so he re-dressed the eldest daughter. It happened that Fu Wan was dressed in the right color, and Qiao restrained her from leaving. , Lest she go back to the room and secretly replace it.

After a while, Fu Rong went and returned. He went into the room and saw his sister's new makeup. He was stunned on the spot, "My sister is so beautiful!"

If she is dressed as a white rose, pure and elegant, her elder sister is the red rose with her, bright and charming.

Fu Wan blushed, and she took her sister to say goodbye to her mother: "Then let's go first."

Qiao sent the two daughters to the door, "Come back early, don't delay for too long." Then he ordered the maids and women who followed to take care of them.

Everyone responded.

"What the hell does my sister want to buy?" Fu Wan asked curiously as the carriage walked steadily.

Fu Rong sorrowed: "Huatian, no matter how beautiful the eyebrows are, they won't cling tightly here, they are easy to see when they lower their heads."

Fu Wan nodded, "Then why have to go there in person?"

Fu Rong chuckled: "I want to see if Ruyizhai has any skillful craftsmen who can make flower tins. If there are some, I will buy them home and make them for me. When that happens, I will change them every day. It’s all I want. I don’t need to come again. Picked from outside?"

Such things as Huatian were very colorful and flourishing. They were very popular in the pre-popular days, so that domestic maidservants also had this kind of craftsmanship. Unfortunately, the founding emperor of Liang was born in a reckless manner and disliked the luxury of the most. Suppressed, Hua Tian is one of them. Nowadays, the elegant dress is prevalent, and it is rare for a female family to wear Huatian, and no one usually learns it. The real craftsman of Fu Rongxun in the past took a lot of effort.

"Only you are clever." Fu Wan smiled, and wanted to ask her sister why she didn't ask Ruyizhai to send the candidate over, but she had already gone out, so it was not worth asking the bottom line.

Unconsciously, the carriage stopped in front of Ruyizhai.

The woman in the back walked quickly, set up the wooden stool, raised the curtain to help the two get out of the car.

The sun was shining brightly, shining the gleams of the sisters' tops and skirts, the pearl agate gleaming between the foreheads, and the reflected light dazzled people's eyes.

On the second floor of Ruyizhai, the young man in Jinpao was just standing in front of the window to breathe. He saw a somewhat familiar carriage approaching from a distance, and his eyes followed. When the Fu Family sisters got out of the car one after another, the folding fan in his hand could no longer be shaken, and he couldn't help but step forward, closer to the window, as if he could see more clearly in this way.