Chapter 52 Jinjiang Literature City

Everyone knows that the young son of the prime minister's family is handsome and talented, and now the number one scholar who has been handpicked by the emperor has become a rare candidate for a noble son-in-law in the eyes of many courtiers and families, and even the best noble son-in-lawThe candidate is Yao Shizi, who is so beautiful and beautiful.

Zheng Ruyu only found it funny when he heard this sentence.

How can Song Jianan's duplicity be better than Yao Xuanci's appearance? He is not as handsome as Yao Xuanci, and he often secretly bullies the children of poor families.

He kept a lot of beauties in his private house. If he tortured someone to death, he would find an excuse to bury them, because her younger brother had a good relationship with him, and the beauties in the house were gifts from Song JiananTherefore, Zheng Ruyu is fully aware of these despicable tricks behind his back.

In contrast, Yao Xuanci's ignorance of her is hateful, but he disdains those filthy things, and he is indeed an upright gentleman when it comes to his conduct. This is one of the reasons why she chased him so hard at the beginning.

"Sister Zheng, how can you say that." Song Jianan slightly hooked his lips, "It's just a love interest in the room, and I lost strength for a while. Those beauties can get enough benefits from me, and gold and silver alone are enoughI have bought a few servants and maidservants, and I have asked people to choose places with excellent geomantic omens for the burial place, is this the best way to benevolent and righteous?"

Zheng Ruyu snorted coldly, "Unreasonable."

So what if he was the number one scholar, she didn't even want to take a second look at him.

She glanced at him arrogantly, with a faint hint of dislike, "I'll stay in this village for a while, and I'll give you all the gold and silver when I return."

"Sister Zheng's words are completely different, our two families have been friends for many years."

Song Jianan's eyes dimmed, he stood with his hands behind his back, and said deliberately, "What's more, the second girl is someone His Royal Highness cares about, how can you be polite about such a trivial matter."

When Zheng Ruyu heard the word "His Royal Highness", his expression sank, and he walked out of the main hall with his hands out.

"Since the south side was burned, I will live in the east side."

Song Jianan stood under the eaves, glanced at the supervisor beside him, and said coldly, "Hurry up and send someone to lead Miss Zheng Er."

The supervisor came to his senses and quickly ordered someone to follow.

At night, the autumn wind was rustling, and the lanterns under the porch were fluttering with the wind. The red figure disappeared around the corner, and Song Jianan's handsome face was completely gloomy.

If the princess hadn't sent someone to entrust him, how could he have met Zheng Ruyu, a hot potato.

This woman considers herself extremely noble and arrogant, obviously she is borrowing his other villa, and she also acts like a master, looking down on him in every possible way.

Song Jianan's wife is not a good person, how is she, Zheng Ruyu, better than him?Thinking about her current reputation, it's nothing more than a laugh at a hundred steps.

Song Jianan hummed softly in his heart, remembering why the Crown Princess wanted to find him, and looked sideways at the supervisor, "I heard that Fenglin Biezhuang sent someone to help put out the fire?"

"Third Young Master, don't worry, the old slave lied to them. He only said that an old woman caught fire accidentally, and they never became suspicious."

"Who asked you about this?" Song Jianan frowned impatiently.

After the mid-autumn festival, he threw that ignorant little beauty here to fend for himself, and he never came here. It was only when the princess found him that he knew who was living next to him.

"Do you know who lives in Fenglin Biezhuang? Can you see the owner's house?"

The supervisor naturally inquired about it, and hurriedly said, "This old slave has only seen that Master Yao leaves early and returns late, and that Mrs. Shizi seldom goes out. This old slave met me twice, and she was the one who sent Mrs. Wen home."

Song Jianan looked thoughtfully at the dark south, and after a while, raised his eyebrows, "Go, prepare a gift, and tomorrow we will go to thank you for helping to put out the fire."

The Crown Princess let Zheng Ruyu live with him, so she must have known that Yao Shizi lived here temporarily, and he heard a lot from Zheng Guogong's son how Zheng Ruyu loved Yao Shizi.

The rumors between the Crown Prince and Zheng Ruyu never ceased, and what was even more said that the Crown Prince wanted to ask the Son of Heaven to marry Zheng Ruyu as his concubine. At this juncture, the Crown Princess sent her younger sister to Yao Shizi's side, and her calculations were loud enough.

I just don't know what the prince will think.

In contrast, Song Jianan wanted to see the wife of the eldest son who was appointed by the emperor to marry him, and the compatriot sister of Tanhualang who had been delayed in taking office.

The next day, Wen Qiong knew the identity of the owner of the villa next door. He was the number one scholar in this scientific examination - the third son of the prime minister's mansion.

Yao Xuanci didn't go back to the imperial city, and accompanied Wen Qiong around the villa for a few times, staying in the pavilion in the small lake courtyard for a while, feeling the wind and returning to the courtyard to peel chestnuts for her.

A few days ago, it was the beginning of winter, and at the end of October, it was extremely cold without the sun.

Wen Qiong sat for a while and her hands and feet started to get cold. Nanny Song asked her to hug a warm Mrs. Tang, and brought a thick blanket to cover her legs before leaving.

Yao Xuanci pushed the soup bowl brought by A Yao just now in front of her, "Try this stewed chicken with chestnuts, it smells delicious."

Wen Qiong took the small porcelain spoon, wondering, "Aren't you going back to the imperial city today?"

The man's eyes paused, "Arjun thinks I'm an eyesore by your side?"

"...I don't mean that."

"It is part of the evidence of the East Palace that has been presented to His Majesty. His Majesty ordered someone to go to verify it. I am waiting for news from the Imperial Palace, and I am also waiting for news from Xing Yunjing. Now the Hou Mansion is starting to organize a birthday banquet. Compared with going back to the imperial city, might as well stay here and take you around."

Those deep eyes smiled at her, and the handsome eyebrows were full of tenderness, "Winter is coming, when the earth dragon will burn, you won't even come out of the house."

Reminded by his words, Wen Qiong hesitated for a moment, "I will...not go back on New Year's Eve in the twelfth lunar month."

The imperial city is to the north, and there will be a snowfall every year in the twelfth lunar month. She doesn't want to go back to the snowy Qingyu courtyard to spend New Year's Eve, and is forced to recall every bit of her dying moments.

She originally planned to go to Wen Mansion before Chinese New Year, and then returned to Biezhuang.

But after Wen Qiong finished speaking, she regretted a little.

They haven't completely reconciled yet, so how can there be any reason for the daughter-in-law not to go back to the manor for the New Year, let alone keep the old year on New Year's Eve, and as the wife of the eldest son, she cannot be absent from the worship of the elders on the first day of the new year.

The aristocratic family rules are complicated and heavy, and she can copy the family rules for less than half an hour. If she is stubborn and refuses to go back, the old lady will send someone to take her back to the house in accordance with the rules of the Hou Mansion.

Yao Xuanci only paused for a moment, then said conveniently, "Then I won't return."

He understood what she was jealous of.

Wen Qiong was startled, "Really?"

"Really." Yao Xuanci pushed the roasted chestnuts in sugar to the middle of the small couch after peeling a plate, "Do you want me to accompany you back to Wenfu for the New Year?"

Wen Qiong was pleasantly surprised, those beautiful amber eyes looked at him brightly, but they quickly cooled down and became very sober.

"You don't have to accommodate me. I can't take my words on the spur of the moment as the truth."

After two more New Year's Eves, she will be able to get her wish and not have to go back to that cold Hou's mansion. Yao Xuanci pampered her, but she felt heavy in her heart, as uncomfortable as if she owed him favors.

Yao Xuanci saw that her eyes were full of joy and turned into calmness in an instant, and the chestnut in her hand was crushed with a light snap.

In the bottom of my heart, Yao Xuanci in this life sneered, "Look, you don't appreciate your flattery to Arjun at all, she just wants to take that card and leave the book and fly away. You have also heard what the white crow said, and the name of the child will be given by Wen Boqing."Take, it has nothing to do with you and me, one wrong step, one wrong step, it's better to bring Arjun back to the Hou Mansion."

"After a long time, when she sees that the future direction is completely different from the previous life, she will understand the entanglement between the two lives. We are a destined couple."

"Now you are too conceited." Yao Xuanci put the chestnut back calmly, took another intact one, and slowly peeled it off with downcast eyes.

"A big revenge is a big revenge. If the husband is still the same husband, Arjun will be disappointed."

Yao Xuanci from the previous life heard the sarcasm in his mouth, and said unceremoniously, "You mean you are better than me? I really didn't see it. If you have the guts, why don't you dare to ask Arjun?Tell me who you are?"

Just as the two were fighting secretly, they heard the steward outside shouting, "My lord, the son of Qingyan Biezhuang came to thank you, and he is already sitting in the front hall."

Wen Qiong had already drank most of the chicken soup. Hearing this, she glanced at Yao Xuanci and signaled, "Go ahead."

She took advantage of this time to take a nap, so that he would not have to take her out to exercise when she saw that she had nothing to do.

Wen Qiong touched her stomach that could not be ignored, and was about to finish the soup in the bowl in one gulp, when seeing the man didn't move, she pushed his hand, "Why are you in a daze?"

Yao Xuanci returned to his senses, and casually put down the half-peeled chestnuts, "Let's go together."

Wen Qiong immediately withdrew her hand, hugged Tang Pozi's whole body and leaned back, leaning on the cushion behind her back while keeping her face away, "No, you go by yourself, I just happen to take a nap."

Seeing that she was so delicate, Yao Xuanci couldn't help but want to tease her. He got up and took her hand and put it on his shoulder. Then his strong arm passed through the bend of her leg, and directly put the dazed look on her face.Wen Qiong hugged her horizontally.

Wen Qiong saw that he was about to leave the inner room holding her, she quickly patted him on the shoulder, and hurriedly said, "Don't carry me out! It's not sunny outside, go back, let me go back!"

Yao Xuanci stood still in front of the door, "This year is warm, no different from autumn. You don't go out now, and you plan to stay in the room without moving for the winter?"

"Why not?" She has come here like this in previous years.

Wen Qiong didn't care about her appearance, she hooked her toes and covered the half-open door. A door barely covered the figures of the two of them. She hugged the man's neck to prevent herself from falling. Those shallow pupils were full of annoyance..

"Let me down quickly, let people see how decent I am!"

She has emotions, and she is much more vivid than the alienated appearance just now. With the shadow of the quiet and lazy gentle woman in Yao Xuanci's memory, her thin lips can't help but curl up, and her strong arms hold her firmly.Stop her and move your long legs.

"You don't like to move, so going out like this should be the most satisfying way for Arjun."

Seeing that she was exposed to the sun, and thinking of the maidservants outside, Wen Qiong quickly buried her head in his neck, and pinched Yao Xuanci again out of anger.

Yao Xuanci whispered, "The fire was saved by Arjun, so what if you don't go."

Wen Qiong suppressed the embarrassment in her heart when she heard the words, and secretly thought that this person should not even try to borrow a room in her courtyard, and send him to the small broken courtyard in Xitou at night.

The extremely handsome elder son embraced the woman in green shirt, and under the eyes of everyone, he came from the main courtyard to the main hall, and the servants and maids watched silently all the way.

Wen Qiong lowered her eyes and saw that the pattern of stone bricks under her feet became familiar. She knew that the main hall was coming, so she patted him hard twice and whispered, "Don't embarrass me again!"

Yao Xuanci was sure that Wen Qiong was not really angry, so he was slightly relieved, and then he put her down carefully, and couldn't help touching her round belly while smoothing her clothes, and was slapped off by his white palm.

"Don't mess around."

Yao Xuanci smiled, "Okay, don't touch."

"Let's go in."

After Wen Qiong straightened her skirt, he raised his feet half a step first, and raised his eyes to meet the gazes of a man and a woman standing under the eaves.

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