Chapter 1279 Willing to be an ugly girl 6


Chapter 1279 Willing to be an ugly girl 6

Since you want to change your destiny, you have to take action.

Xi Ning was secretly amused when she saw the smile on Mrs. Mingzi's face disappearing and her eyes showing a fierce look; her mask-like, pale face looked a bit ferocious.

For such a bastard thing, you are still rushing to get it. My sister tried to find a way to prevent the princess of Erhe Valley from marrying her brother a thousand years ago, so she has a way not to marry her own nephew this time.

She sighed slightly: "There is no need to be angry, mother. My daughter has been sleeping for two days and has figured it out."

Mrs. Akiko was just about to say what she wanted to understand, when the tea set was brought up, along with Michio Fujiwara.

The maids are smart people. They know that the second lady and the fifth lady want to talk, but they will not come up. But knowing that Mr. Fujiwara was coming, he quickly brought the tea set up.

When Xining saw the body owner's father, thunder suddenly rolled in the sky again. Is this guy who is overly dressed, wearing a foot-high black hat, with a white face, shaved eyebrows and round eyebrows, the legendary Michinaga Fujiwara?

Fortunately, it was the Heian period and there was no custom of shaving heads. Thinking about the samurai heads in the future, it would be so fascinating.

In modern times, Ding Yan and Yue Daitou are the sharp tools to test the appearance of male stars. Fortunately, this kind of ugly hair style has not started yet. Otherwise, with Xining's facial control, he would just hang himself and stop covering his eyes.

Fujiwara Michinaga was 54 years old at this time, and his wife and Mrs. Akira were two years old. According to the age of the nobles at that time, they were already considered old.

Judging from his attire, he must have taken off his court clothes and put on civilian clothes before coming here. You must know that the noble court uniforms at this time had a three-meter-long train behind the belt, which was dragged on the ground and dragged here and there.

I am so impressed by this nation that I can't wait to hang all the fabrics on my body. The fabrics on men are enough to make three or four sets of clothes, and the fabrics on women are enough to practice tanning.

Xining quickly knelt down and sat down. Her mother would pamper her, but her father was not easy to talk to.

Mr. Fujiwara came over, took off his clogs, walked up, and sat down cross-legged: "Just make me a drink."

Seeing the maid next to Mrs. Mingzi pick up the fire sickle and start beating it next to the small stove, preparing to light the fire to boil water, Xining said: "I'll do it."

At this time, tea was cooked according to the method of Tang tea, and the so-called "Tao" that would be so complicated and boastful in the future had not yet been formed. Tea was also precious and could only be enjoyed by nobles.

If she followed the tea ceremony in the future, she wouldn't have time to wipe the tea bowl repeatedly and order tea with cramped hands.

Sometimes I really wonder if this nation is mentally ill. After copying things from other people's homes, I felt that the more complicated they were, the better they showed their quality, so the clothes went from three or four pieces to more than twenty pieces of twelve items; I could even boil water for a cup of tea. It takes half an hour to order and serve tea. It seems that turning something into abnormal complexity is striving for excellence.

The maid immediately saluted to express her understanding.

Mrs. Akiko spoke slowly, without even moving her lips: "Why do you have time to come here today?"

In his hand, like all the nobles, Mr. Fujiwara held a paper fan. When closed, the paper fan formed a rectangular shape. He held the handle of the fan with his fingers, and the fan moved with his fingers. A fan bone carried the fan surface, opening and closing.

He spoke with an indelible dignity, which made his tone a bit stiff: "I just came back from the palace."

I saw Su on the low table next to me. One piece of Su was already missing, so I asked, "Is Su still delicious?"

My parents were talking just now, so there was no room for me to speak. Since Mr. Fujiwara asked, he had to answer. Xining immediately saluted: "Thank you, Father, it's very delicious."

"Hmm~" Although he experienced the unpleasantness, he was still polite. This made Fujiwara Michizhang quite satisfied. After thinking about it, he asked: "This time, Xizi enters the palace on your behalf. You won't feel any resentment, right?" br>


Xi Ning had already made plans. The body master's memory lasted for 23 years after all. He had experienced the death of his youngest son and had to survive in the complicated and chaotic palace. Naturally, he knew a little about the temperament and temperament of Mr. Fujiwara.

So she lowered her head and smiled: "We are all sisters, so there is no complaint. Xizi is dignified and beautiful, better than the little girl. If Xizi can enter the palace and help his father and brothers, that's It couldn’t be better.”

Such an answer made Michinaga Fujiwara nod with satisfaction: "Takashi has grown up and is sensible."

"Thank you for your compliments, father." Xining tried his best to show that he was well-behaved and sensible, a loving father and a filial son. What a beautiful scene.

Mrs. Mingzi was smiling next to her: "I have heard and seen that you are wise, and I remind you every day to take a good look and learn from your heroic demeanor."

This flattery made Mr. Fujiwara very happy. Anyway, there are many things to wear, but flattery never wears out. Even if it sounds obviously fake, it still sounds good.

The water was boiling at this time. Xining followed the method in the memory of the body master, put the boiling water into the tea powder, and then added a small amount of salt. There was no technical content in making tea at this time, just like in the Han and Tang Dynasties, as long as the posture and movements were beautiful enough.

Put all the tea powder in the boiling water with a small brush. Tap the edge of the tea bowl with the small bamboo brush a few times to let all the tea on the bamboo brush fall into the tea soup. Then turn the main brush upside down and place it on a special saucer, and you're done with a bowl of tea.

Xining picked up the tea bowl and gently pushed it to Mr. Fujiwara with both hands: "Father, please have tea."

Seeing such dignity, Mr. Fujiwara frowned slightly. It's not that the fifth girl is not as smart as the sixth girl. Today, it seems that every move she makes is extremely elegant, far better than the sixth girl.

It seems that the eldest wife wants her unborn daughter to enter the palace.

He picked up the tea and took a sip. The salt was just right to suit his taste.

Thinking about it, they are all his daughters. Whoever enters the palace is the same to him, because he has wronged the five daughters. Originally brought to the palace to comfort Su, but now it seems that this food is not enough.

Michichi Fujiwara felt indebted, so he said, "Besides eating and drinking, just ask for anything you need."

When Xining heard this, he immediately saluted. He hated this kind of etiquette and had to salute at every turn. He straightened up, lowered his head slightly, and said meekly: "My daughter eats and drinks well, but it makes her father and mother worry about her daughter, which makes her feel bad. My father is busy with official affairs in the court, but my mother can't help but think too much at home. My daughter has a child I’m sorry, but I ask my father to agree.”

The speech was well-written and the honorifics were appropriate, which gave it a palace feel. Fujiwara Michinaga began to beat the drum in his heart, not to mention that he wanted to go to the palace with him: "Whatever happened, tell me first and listen."

Xining responded softly: "My mother has not seen her brothers for a long time. Fortunately, the second brother and the fourth brother have their own families. Not only the affairs of the court, but also the children are involved. The mother is most concerned about the sixth brother. Can he let me go?" Sixth brother coming over to talk can also make mother feel comfortable.”

The youngest son is ten years younger than the fourth son. He is currently thirteen years old and has not yet been married. Because he has an official position, he has moved to his own mansion. On weekdays, we rarely get together and stay away frequently. His official rank is low and he is not seen in the court.

As long as he entered the palace without causing any trouble, Michio Fujiwara breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of chapter)

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