Chang’an’s First Beauty

Chapter 17 sick

—”Sincere and enthusiastic.”

As soon as Lu Yan’s words fell, the eldest princess frowned slightly, and said several “you” words in succession.

She stared at him with beautiful eyes, and looked at him incomprehensibly: “It was you who said you were willing to try it, and you were the one who gave people the calligraphy and painting. If you don’t like it, you can tell me that. Why should she be so embarrassed? ?”

Lu Yan was silent for a long while, and said to the princess: “Why didn’t my mother ask her how much she had done?”

The princess’s eyes were stagnant, and she heard something in his words, she couldn’t help lowering her voice and said, “She…but what did she do to annoy you?”

Lu Yan said: “The princess thinks that it counts as if she sent someone to follow me?”

The princess was shocked and immediately retorted: “Why? Apart from serving with your grandmother in the past few days, she has stayed in Fuxue Pavilion and tossed about those calligraphy and paintings. She has never been on the street before.” Although she didn’t like it much. Meng Suxi, but what the old lady said a few days ago moved her.

By the way, when did Meng Suxi enter the eyes of the old lady? Want to come, it is the day they played chess in the pavilion.

Lu Yan returned to the house that day, but for some reason, he kept his face cold, and didn’t save any face for Meng Suxi. Seeing that scene, the old lady felt a bit too much for herself, but instead of blaming Meng Suxi, she eagerly chased after her.

What the old lady fancy is the Meng’s daughter who knows how to advance and retreat.

As long as she can focus on Lu Yan and manage her, those identities are not so important.

The old lady lived all her life, often wondering, why can she live so smoothly in the three-bedroom life? A person like Lu Can who attracts bees and butterflies said that he couldn’t be too much to float among a hundred flowers, picking and picking, on the contrary, it was Wen’s temperament that matched his heart. Wen knows that by bowing his head, knowing how to coax people, and reconcile the cold and the hot, the days are beautiful.

If one is holding it and the other is holding it, the newlyweds will be fine, and the days will be long, and sooner or later they will become a grudge.

The old lady’s remarks can be said to have hit the princess’s heart. In the past two years, the daughters of the British public family are talking about pros, and the daughters of Ning Guohou’s family are also talking about pros. She knew too well, she really didn’t want to coax people.

This kind of thing has gone through several times, so that the princess saw Meng Suxi’s kindness to please people, and it was a bit pleasing to her eyes… But how can it be…

Lu Yan looked at her mother’s darkened face, and said, “If she is safe, I might not do that.”

The eldest princess thought for a while, then looked at Lu Yan and said, “So, your neck… is it on purpose?”

Lu Yan touched his neck subconsciously, “It’s not.”

“So, it’s true to refuse her, and it’s true to stay overnight in Pingkangfang?”

The corners of Lu Yan’s lips moved, and there was a sense of romance that the eldest princess had never seen before, “Yes.” Lu Yan had to recognize this, and he had to recognize it if he didn’t recognize it, otherwise he would catch it. It’s even more unclear where the mark came from.

The princess made a fist.

After Lu Yan’s weak crown, she couldn’t understand this situation, but she couldn’t accept the thought that her Guangfeng Jiyue’s son was huddling with a woman from that kind of place every night.

She took a long breath, and when she had just given birth to the idea of ​​giving him a good concubine, she heard Lu Yan say: “Mother, don’t worry, I will naturally get rid of it when I get married in the future.” In a cold and clear sentence, there is no such thing. What about a touch of humanity?

The princess Jing’an was speechless by him. It was neither to praise him nor to scold him, and he didn’t even want to say any more words to him.

Who said that giving birth is like a mother?

Has she ever been such a bastard?

—

The next night, the town government hosted a banquet for Mrs. Meng’s family. Although the atmosphere on the table was very good, from the attitude of the Princess Jing’an towards Mrs. Meng, it can be seen that the marriage would be difficult. Up.

But Meng Suxi did a lot, and the eldest princess didn’t say much. After all, other girls want face, and their town government must also want face. Such a thing can’t be brought to the table after all.

The best is to handle it tacitly.

During the meal, Mrs. Meng’s expression was pretty good, but as soon as she stepped out of Yaolintang’s Xicijian, her face sank.

Wen hurried to catch up and shouted, “Second sister, wait for me.”

Mrs. Meng’s family still walked very quickly, until she was stopped by the third grandmother, and then whispered: “If this matter has to be discussed, I don’t think Xi’s lady has done anything wrong. That Lu family’s descendant stayed in Goulan Washe first, girl Xi just wanted to see…”

Before she finished speaking, the third grandma covered her mouth, “Brother Yan was also the one I watched growing up. A young son who had no concubines around him in his weak crown, why came he was born and stayed. That kind of place? Besides, people didn’t explicitly say that they wanted to get married, didn’t they? The second sister, there are many rules in the big family, and you have to listen to you. No one can say that offensive people, no better than we used to…”

Before the third grandma’s words were finished, Mrs. Meng’s family shook her hand away, “I understand why my father always yells at his married daughter and throws out the water. The eldest sister is now from the town’s government office. Sister-in-law, talking and doing things are really different.”

Mrs. Meng’s yin and yang words were undoubtedly in Zawen’s ears.

Wen’s eyes reddened, and he said to her, “The second sister said this today, and how is it the same as what Xi Yatou said before she came?”

Mrs. Meng blushed when she was stunned by her always gentle sister.

But before Meng Suxi came, Mrs. Meng’s family tearfully told Wen about the difficult situation of their wives.

Although the Grand Master of the Meng Family was already a third-ranking member of the Korean Middle School, his foundation was a little shallower, and the biggest patron was nothing more than a saint. So Meng Ting’s attention is simple. He wants Meng Suxi to participate in the draft next year.

The word draft sounds glamorous.

But the Chengyuan Emperor was the eldest son of the first emperor. He was nearly half a hundred years old. There were only six princes under his knees. He let Meng Suxi enter the palace, but he wanted to earn the reputation of the uncle of the country and fight for the title.

The Meng family has three daughters, Meng Suxi, Meng Lanxi, and Meng Yunxi. Except for Meng Suxi, who was born to Mrs. Meng, the latter two were both born to Meng Ting’s cousin, Aunt Zhuang. Meng Ting had a deep affection for Aunt Zhuang. For fear that these two daughters would be inferior because of their concubine, they would love them more.

With migraine, discord is naturally born.

Of the three daughters in the family, none of them wanted to enter the palace to serve the old emperor, but Meng Ting suggested that Meng Suxi was a prostitute.

The imbalance of the Meng family’s wives and concubines has caused the three children to compare almost everywhere from childhood to adulthood, comparing knowledge, wearing, and appearance. However, there is nothing that can be compared. In this case, even if Meng Suxi had a disadvantage, Mrs. Meng would use silver to find Meng Suxi to make up for it. Anyway, her dowry is so much that everyone is jealous.

The troubles of the Meng family, including Meng Suxi’s aggressive temperament, are all clear to the Wen family.

If she didn’t know, how could she deliberately ask Meng Suxi?

Wen looked at his own sister and sighed, “Okay, let’s go. If Xixi doesn’t want to enter the palace, just think of other ways. Don’t get used to her too much.”

—

In the evening, Lu Yan was sitting in his yard drinking tea with a book in his hand.

Yun’er, the maidservant of Suning Hall, came over and whispered, “My son, Ms. Meng said she would like to see you, and she is waiting outside the courtyard.”

Lu Yan bowed his head and took a sip, and said in a low voice, “Let her come in.”

I have to say that Meng Suxi has a lot of rules this time. She walked up to Lu Yan quietly, and said nervously, “Can the elder son still allow me to explain something?”

Before Lu Yan answered, he only gave her a “you say” look, and Meng Suxi’s heart trembled, as if he had done something wrong.

She hung her head, her tears fell to the ground, and she sobbed to recognize her mistake. She was sincere and didn’t mean to hide.

Ordinarily, with the appearance of such a girl who is eager to weep, any man will be soft-hearted when she sees it.

But when he arrived at Lu Yan, Meng Suxi heard the sound of him turning over the book.

In an instant, all the emotions she had brewed were blown away by the wind.

Is he listening to her?

She clenched her fists, looked at Lu Yan, and whispered: Shizi.

Lu Yan raised his head and looked at her with deep and thin eyes and said, “I’m listening.” The tone was much better than before.

Meng Suxi looked at his eyes, then looked at the scratches on his neck, and couldn’t help thinking, in his night, when he hugged his arms and lingered into his dreams, did he use such cold eyes?

Thinking back to the way he was playing chess with himself, she suddenly felt sad. This feeling of unwillingness made her feel so sad.

“Tomorrow, can Su Xi make an appointment with Shizi to play chess?” Meng Suxi closed his eyes and said.

Hearing this, Lu Yan closed the book in his hand and said to her: “It’s getting late, Ms. Meng will be back.”

Lu Yan’s expression was faint, and his tone was soothing that he didn’t even mean to be angry.

But she also knew what it meant to refuse such a straightforward refusal.

—

After Meng Suxi left, Lu Yan walked into the interior room in the afterglow of the setting sun. Just after getting tired, he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Lu Yan said.

After Yang Zong came in, he closed the doors and windows tightly and said in a low voice: “Shi Ziye, Miss Shen seems to be ill. The subordinates heard Mo Yue say that she will have a high fever for about one day. The doctor dare not invite it easily. It’s not a problem, Mo Yue went to his subordinates.”

When Lu Yan heard the three words Miss Shen suddenly, Lu Yan couldn’t help but feel a sense of trance.

He twisted the white jade fingers on his hand, remembering the night he left.

She fell asleep in the tub and soaked in a cold bath. It was strange that she didn’t get sick.

Although Lu Yan was not proficient in medicine, he was not troubled by simple wind-cold symptoms.

After thinking for a while, he took a piece of paper together, prepared to write a prescription, and asked Yang Zong to grab the medicine.

But as soon as he wrote, her delicate appearance suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the phrase she always likes to say-“sir, I am uncomfortable.”

For a moment, his temple buzzed. He threw the pen in his hand and said: “The curfew is about to come right now. There is no need to order the carriage. I will ride over.”