Chang’an’s First Beauty

Chapter 27 Clear

In the early morning two days later, drum music was played at the entrance of Luyuan, and a sedan chair tied with a few big red flowers stopped at the front entrance.

According to the customs of the Jin Dynasty, even if it is a concubine, Lang Jun should accompany the concubine for a cutscene, but when Fuman was sent over, only herself and her nanny were the only ones.

Lu Yan was not by her side.

Stepping into the Egret Garden, Fuman was stunned. He had seen a rich man, but he had never seen such a rich man.

It’s so big here, how can she check it?

She was led by a small servant and walked slowly across the bluestone road. When passing by Chunxi Hall, she happened to hear the laughter coming out of it, thoughtfully.

This is the main courtyard.

In the end, she was taken to the northernmost part of Luyuan—Dongliyuan.

Fuman counted the time it took to walk all the way, and his heart was half cold.

Luyuan occupies a large area, and Lang Jun arranged her to such a cheap place, it seems that he does not intend to accept herself.

After entering the inner room, Fuman sighed again and again.

She sat in front of the makeup, and said to Mother Liu: “Mother, you can help me a little bit, I want to go and say hello to the one who lives in the main courtyard.” Fuman said very slowly.

Madam Liu said: “What the **** is this lady? The main yard is not the mistress of the house, but the concubine’s room like you, so why do you…”

Before Grandma Liu finished speaking, Fuman interrupted her and said slowly: “Grandma, you can just clean up for me. I want to see her sooner or later. I don’t want to ask Lang Jun to think I’m unruly. .”

Mother Liu sighed, this little lady is good everywhere, just this temper is really nothing special.

After all, the picking in her mouth is not the meaning of dressing up, but the meaning of decorating.

I have to say that Fuman was actually born very beautiful, glamorous like silk, graceful and graceful, with a frown and a smile, all with a wave of swagger.

At first glance, it was the most unpopular face among women.

If there is something wrong with her, it is probably that her complexion is not so white, but she looks exotic.

The mother who taught Fuman told her early in the morning that a face like her should never be put on makeup and powder, and swayed to see the mistress with Jinzhu.

Although “Qin Lao” is not the mistress of the Wei family, she still wants to please her right now.

Mother Liu gave her the simplest bun, and then said: “The little lady is so beautiful, even if she doesn’t paint anything, she can compare her to others.”

Fuman looked at himself in the bronze mirror gradually, and muttered: “I’m not afraid of anything else. I’m afraid Lang Jun will guard me from the beginning. If I can’t inquire about anything, how can I deal with it?”

Mother Liu sighed and said: “As long as Mrs. Zhao is there, even if Mr. Lang is guarded against you, he will not teach you to keep the vacant room alone.” In Mrs. Liu’s view, as long as Mr. Lang is willing to enter her The yard, whoever accepts her, is a matter of time.

After all, who is not involuntarily in this world?

Only when you give birth to affection can you give birth to understanding.

Grandma Liu took the wooden comb and straightened Fuman’s sideburns, and said, “If you want me to say, the little lady doesn’t have to worry too much. It won’t be too late for you to worry about it when your husband is in love with you. Master Zhao also said. As long as the little lady is pregnant, you don’t need to send any more news. Naturally, your brother can…”

This is where Zhao Chong is most powerful. While he threatened Fuman to help him stare at the landing banquet, he also gave Fuman hope.

Fuman closed his eyes in pain, got up slowly, went out, and walked along the way he had just walked to Chunxi Hall.

Tangyue happened to be cleaning in front of the yard, and when she saw such a person in front of her, she was taken aback, and then hurriedly bowed and said, “The slave and maid had seen her aunt.”

“The concubine is here to see Aunt Qin.” Fu Man said softly.

Tangyue became stiff, and she couldn’t turn her head back to report, because Shi Ziye gave instructions not to let anyone disturb Miss Shen.

But she couldn’t offend the person in front of her, so she could only lie with an awkward smile: “Aunt Qin feels the cold today, it is really inconvenient…”

Fuman smiled bitterly, “Concubine understands.” It seems that she was turned down.

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After Fuman left, Tangyue returned to the west room of Chunxi Hall.

Seeing Shen Zhen straightening her back, she was picking up a pen and practicing calligraphy, she opened her mouth, and still didn’t say what happened just now.

In Tangyue’s eyes, Ms. Shen was like a child most of the time. When Shi Ziye was away, she wrote and painted in the study alone.

These bad things, she still waits to tell Shi Ziye.

In this case, Lu Yan didn’t return home all day.

As soon as he got five storefronts from Zhao Chong, he immediately found an acre of land and began to build a wine cellar and wine trough.

These sounds seem to be trivial, but in fact, the construction of the wine cellar alone is a big project.

Whether the wine is fragrant or not is determined by the grain and water quality. Whether the wine cellar can be insulated from sunlight and kept dry is also very important.

He hired dozens of craftsmen to build the walls outside the wine cellar, repeatedly watering them with cement, and filling them carefully.

In the past two days, he has been rushing to work almost day and night.

Yang Zong had a feast with Lu when he was a child. Seeing that his master was so impatient, he knew that the patience of his son was about to be exhausted by the bureaucrats of Yangzhou.

At three quarters to the sea, the night was dark, and Lu Yan stooped into the carriage.

After a while, he raised the curtain and said to Yang Zong, “Is there no news about the thin horse?”

Yang Zong whispered: “Master, the girl Fu’s reputation, her contract, and nothing are true. The subordinates suspect that Fuman is not her real name at all, and she is not from Yangzhou either.”

Lu Yan recalled her face. Indeed, the contours of the face and the deliberately slowing down of speech didn’t even resemble a Han…

He glanced outside the carriage, and had an intuition out of thin air. It took him a long time to say: “Not only is she not from Yangzhou, it is very likely that she is from the Western Regions.”

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Lu Yan frowned and stepped on Xingyue back to the Luyuan Garden.

Standing in front of the stable, Yang Zong watched his patron go straight to Chunxi Hall without any surprise.

Lu Yan walked into the yard and saw the silence around him, the lights were all off, and he couldn’t help but pursed his thin lips.

He reached out and pushed open the door of the inner room.

She curled up, as if she was asleep.

Lu Yan ran away for a whole day, already exhausted, he looked at her back, pulled his front, and took off his clothes.

He subconsciously thought she was pretending to be asleep on purpose, so he squeezed her apple and coughed slightly.

The man’s cough suddenly sounded, and Shen Zhen Anyi’s small hand twitched and quickly opened his eyes.

She lay down on the daisy silk and rubbed her eyes. Her clothes were loose and her icy muscles were half exposed, and she glanced at the man staring at her in confusion.

His eyes were flat and he didn’t look angry at all, but Shen Zhen just saw the dark fire inside.

She sat up quickly.

Just about to call his lord, he changed his words hurriedly, “Master.”

After hearing her change her name, Lu Yan raised his hand and poured himself a glass of water.

He picked up the cup unhurriedly and stared at her as he drank, his Adam’s apple slid inch by inch.

The more he looked at her, the clearer he saw.

She didn’t pretend this sleepy and sleepy look.

Shen Zhen thought that his moody temper had come up again, so he had to walk to him with his shoes underneath.

After thinking for a moment, which pot should not be opened and which pot should be picked up, “Why are you back here? But Aunt Man, did you get angry?”

When the voice fell to the ground, Lu Yan secretly pressed his fingers, and the edge of the cup suddenly broke.

Seeing blood from his thumb, Shen Zhen quickly turned around and lit the lamp, took a towel and wiped it gently.

He still said nothing.

The dim and soft light reflected on her face, and her long eyelashes trembled with her flowing gaze.

Shen Zhen looked up and asked him, “Does it hurt?” Her eyes were clear and there were no impurities.

Lu Yan pushed her hand away.

Her eyes were full of doubts, undoubtedly she wanted to ask him what’s wrong.

But when he wanted to ask, he couldn’t say a word.