Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan

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Nearly two months after leaving home, Ming Lan suddenly felt that some eyes were hot. Only then did she realize that she had used this family as her own family, and there were three short beards under the jaw, which showed a short and short distribution. It is said that this is the most popular civilian beard style in Beijing today. Wang’s blistering bubble for the preparation of Changbai’s marriage, the fat powder can’t be covered.

"The old lady will not come back, the daughter-in-law may have to jump over the river, there is a big stall inside and outside!" Wang's arm is holding the old lady's arm, an unprecedented intimacy.

This time, the Haijia lord made an extralocation. In order to fear that it would not be easy to send a marriage in the future, he would simply rush to get married before the year. Wang’s side had to settle down with the whole family who had just come to Beijing, and he was preparing to marry. The dizziness rises.

Although the two generations of the emperor’s grandfathers have been retired, the prestige in the Qingliu is still there. This time, the Haijia marry women, almost half of the northern Shilin’s heads are coming, their families may not be rich, but Everyone can swear two sentences.

"Guifu is really a place of elegance, and this "Linqin" of Lin Anzhi, reminiscent of the wonderful, to shape the gods, to the wind of the fascination." A painting by Mrs. Hanlin's commentary on the wall.

"Drawing is a good painting, that is, this inscription is slightly dignified, and it suppresses the ethereal atmosphere. If you can use the brushwork of Mr. Micro, the full beauty of 'Gu Lu', Mrs. Sheng, what do you say?" A bachelor's wife finished And then both look at Wang.

Wang Shi... Hehe laughed a few times, quickly changed the topic and pulled it away.

Who can tell her what they just said?

Even Wang's guilty Changbai is still an old-fashioned look. He pulled Ming Lan to his body and looked taller than his face. He said with no expression: "Two inches is six points." - You sell cloth.

Chang Feng’s fall is also down, but he has made several poetry friends in the capital. Recently, he just boasted the name of a 'Jiafeng Gongzi’. The big cold sky shook the fan and it was not too long. The building changed the most, just like the newly sprouted sprouts, and it grew a lot. "Six sisters, I look at your things, even the box skins are not squatting." Longdong quickly said.

"Dong Geer is really capable, go back to me to take things, I have reserved for the fragrant mother." Ming Lan leaned over and bit his ears.

The nine-year-old Changdong’s little face was red and fluttering. It seemed ashamed: “I’m going to let my sister’s expenses, and my mother’s call is gone. The old lady has been sent according to the rules.” Minglan leaned over and said softly: “It’s aunt’s aunt. The good material, you are growing up, calling you a mother to give you two bright, and returning to school is also decent, this is Jinglitou."

The long-term heart is grateful, and bowed his head and thanked him.

Ming Lan knows clearly, if you live by the moon alone, how do you like Molan and Changsong? Everyone knows, but Sheng Hao is a great man, never paying attention.

"Six younger sisters, you are finally back, and later, your cages can't keep you from opening." If Lancome is hard to move, he will open his mouth and suffocate Molan. Minglan quickly took the shoulders of Rulan. Laughing and laughing, "I have five sisters, but I have lost something and know where it is! This time, I have left a few bottles of sweet-scented osmanthus oil to the five sisters!"

As Lan’s eyes shine: “Is it Cangxiang?”

"Isn't it?" Minglan's eyebrows are very cute and whispered. "Cangxiang osmanthus is better than Xiyun Mountain, but it is used in tribute. How many bottles are counted each year, my aunt is easy to In the official square, I have to do it. I don’t want to leave my hair on my sister!"

Such as Lan is also very happy, licking the waist of Minglan, smiled and said: "That is good, I am using it, good sister, you remember me." She has been thin and thin, she has been raised for many years. Only slightly better, Minglan sent something exactly what she meant.

Molan pouted, cold and cold: "My sister went to the old home, but I learned a lot of eyebrows. This is a slap in the face, and I am going to take the five sisters!" Minglan is not angry, smiles and turns. Come here: "Yes, I can't forget the four sister's flattering, oh, this is the mellow ink from the south. It is said that it is mixed with the finest spices. The words written are all with aroma, very elegant. My clumsy head that only knows the two words will not spoil the good things, and give it to my sister."

Molan took over a small snail black lacquered wood scorpion. When it was opened, it was a delicate and elegant ink scent. Looking at the few ink ingots, the color was faintly revealing, and the body was smooth and fine. There was no crack in it. It was the top grade. I couldn't help but secretly like it, but my face was faint: "That would have thanked my sister. When I turned back, I divided the South Pearl that I had when I saw Mrs. Hai."

Ming Lan is also welcome, clapping his hands and laughing: "That's too good, hey, five sisters, what about you?" With big eyes, a small hand, a look of hope, such as Lancome gave her a look, 骂Road: "You have no interest, you can't miss you, leaving you a pair of old jade rings."

Ming Lan pulled two sisters and satisfied with a sigh: "In the end, there is a good sister, it is late, there are good things, I am really blessed!" About Minglan's happy mood infected them. For example, Lan and Molan also smiled and shook their heads, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

In the evening, Shengfu returned to the government, and the mother and son were happy again. Wang simply opened the big table, and the family sat together for dinner. On the table, Ming Lan gave Sheng Sheng a glass of wine, and sang: "He Yi Shi Tushun, Without the hard work, there will be no daughters who enjoy this kind of happiness.

Sheng Sheng sees Ming Lan in a sincere manner, and his manners are quite impressive. He is very moved. He drinks a glass of wine and sings: "My family can understand things!" When all the children saw it, they also toasted. I wish you a toast, Sheng Sheng is very happy, said: "Well, you are eager to compete, more happy than the promotion of the father!"

The boys did everything, and the old lady whispered, only letting the girls take a sip.

Today, the family is very open-minded, and they can't help but talk, and only Minglan is delighted to talk about the journey back home.

"When it arrives, it is the golden autumn of September, wow, the osmanthus of the mountain is like a gold, and the mountains are everywhere, the fragrance is overflowing, just walking in Guilin, people are dyed!"

"When we pick sweet-scented osmanthus, people are asked to put the rope on the branch, and then the person under the head shakes the rope and shakes it. The shake is the osmanthus full of flowers! The product is really stinking, and the people are shaking flowers, but she is Shake a few caterpillars! She opened her mouth under the tree, and my God, a bug was almost fed into her mouth!"

"The buffalo temper at the edge of the field is good. I took the rope and slammed it. It slowly walked. Pinnacle was stupid, and it was too hard. It annoyed the cow. It was almost kicked by the scorpion that was picked up. Die me!"

Ming Lan’s voice is crisp, his expression is vivid, and he has a funny story. He said that when he was in trouble, he said that the scenery was elegant and comfortable, that the mountains were wild and the pastoral scenery seemed to be vivid, and everyone said that they were yearning for a long time. The sons and daughters of the family grew up in the big house. Since they were big and small, they have had such fun.

"Our home is a good place! The land is full of people, the scenery is beautiful." Sheng Yu was evoked homesickness, praised.

Chang Feng couldn't help but say: "Is it so fun in Fuyang? I have been there too." Molan saw Minglan out of the limelight today, and her heart was sour: "Brother is a scholar, how can he compare with the little girl?"

Sheng Sheng frowned: "Your younger sister is young, fun is common sense, and there are people watching, and there is nowhere to go! Your uncle, aunt, writes a letter, and straightens out that the child is good and sensible. The Pinlan belt is a lot more honest."

Molan bowed his head and dissatisfied, and his heart was dissatisfied. For example, Lan sees that Molan is responsible, and he is more happy than boasting himself. He happily licks a chicken leg.

Ming Lan is embarrassed with a small voice: "I said good to my grandmother, let me play with Pinlan for a while, then I will be honest when I return to Beijing." Sheng Xiao said with a smile: "It is right to be good with relatives, no. It’s a good shelf, and when it comes back, it’s a convergence.”

Minglan secretly: Relatives are of course good, this time going to Beijing, Shengwei only fears that the capital city of Mizhu will pay for it, and Sheng Hao will have to set up a happy event when he has to settle down. He is worried that the money is not enough, and he has sent a lot of money.

However, officials and businessmen, why not help you, I help you, win-win.