One day, at the invitation of Mrs. Lang, Shaoyin went to appreciate the plums in her garden in the suburbs. Zhao Yuan resigned and stayed at home, and as soon as she went out, he immediately called the gardener: "All removed!"

The gardener said in surprise: "Why do you want to pull out such a good flower?"

"I want you to pull it out, what are you talking about!" Zhao Yuanci said solemnly.

The gardener immediately fell silent, not daring to say more, and carefully removed the flower plant from the soil.

"It's all for you." Zhao Yuanci didn't want to see these flowers again, and didn't want to worry about their whereabouts, so he simply gave them all to the gardener.

Hearing the words, the gardener was overjoyed: "Thank you, sir!"

After getting these precious flowers in vain, the gardener was overjoyed and became more and more careful. After removing all the flowers, he filled in the hole in the flowerbed and repaired it to a smooth and tidy condition, before leaving.

Zhao Yuanci finally felt relieved when he saw the empty flowerbed.

At the same time, Hui Hui reported the incident to Shao Yin.

"If he wants to, he will pull it out." Shaoyin, who was admiring plum with a group of wives and wives, had no other reaction except for raising his eyebrows at the beginning.

The flowers are grown by himself. If he doesn't feel bad, then pull it out.

"I heard that this plum garden was hand-picked by Master Lin at first, and planted one by one." Over there, several wives surrounded Mrs. Wang, the owner of the plum garden, complimenting them.

Mrs. Wang smiled calmly, her eyes gleaming: "Why is it exaggerated like this? He can't plant a few trees a year, isn't he all busy with people?"

"Oh, God, Lord Lin is still planting flowers every year?" The wives covered their mouths in shock, their eyes widened with envy.

Mrs. Wang laughed more and more, covered her mouth and said, "He is just idle." She turned her eyes and landed on Shaoyin, and then said with a smile: "Who is the one who fell into the nest of blessings? Who can compare to a respectful daughter-in-law."

Mrs. Wang's husband is the boss of the Ministry of Industry, and he was the one who looked at Zhao Yuan in a different way because of his quick errands. Zhao Yuanci is not stupid, of course he knows how to hug the big guy's thigh, Shaoyin doesn't hold him back, and he has a good relationship with Mrs. Wang.

Hearing this, he bowed his head shyly and said, "It's a misinformation from outside."

She was shy and not proud, so many people envied her, but not many people were jealous of her, they all said, "Could it be that Mr. Zhao can't be without you, he goes home every day at lunch break, and goes to restaurants all over the capital. , is it also a misinformation?"

"That's right. We've all heard of the poems Mr. Zhao wrote for you. Are they fake?"

"We also heard that Director Zhao will take you to the theater and the restaurant every time he takes a rest. Could it be a fake?"

Originally it was just a joke, but as he talked, his tone became sour.

This little Zhao's wife is really blessed to be married to a Ruyi man who is hard to pick in a hundred miles.

Shaoyin didn't say much, so he just lowered his head and smiled shyly.

In the crowd, Li Yan looked back with complicated eyes.

She was also invited to come to see the plums.

Since Zhao Yuan resigned from her marriage, she has seen Shao Yin at the banquet three or four times. She didn't realize anything before, but recently, especially when she heard a few poems written by Zhao Yuanci for her, she couldn't help but feel an indescribable sadness in her heart.

Cousin treats her so well!

These days, Li Yanhui has spoken to her husband. It's not that her husband didn't understand her. They explained it carefully and understood each other. The husband even bought her a green jade bracelet to make amends.

Li Yan stroked the jade bracelet hanging on his wrist. After she put it on, Zeng stared at it carefully for a while, the emerald green and bright wrist were really indescribably graceful and beautiful. However, thinking of her cousin's gentleness and consideration for her cousin, writing poems for her, those tolerance and pampering, she couldn't help feeling sour.

She was very envious, envied that her cousin could marry her cousin, and the two lived a simple and happy life.

But she was envious, but she restrained the expression on her face and didn't let herself show it.

Even when the plum appreciation banquet was over, he said to her generously and decently: "I'm bored at home all day, and it's weird. My cousin can come to the Marquis of Suyang's mansion when she has time, and our sisters will talk."

Shaoyin didn't want to talk to her.

She has no shortage of people to talk to.

So, he said in embarrassment: "It's not that I don't want to. It's just that your cousin is really bothering people. I can come out today, thanks to him suddenly having business affairs. Other times..."

Her embarrassed look made Li Yan choked back, and her complexion changed slightly in an instant. But then, she resumed a decent smile on her face: "Cousin-in-law and cousin have such a good relationship, which is really enviable. Even so, I can't force it."

He nodded slightly, then supported the maid's hand and got on the carriage.

"Drive!" The coachman waved his whip, and soon the carriage reeled away.

The little maid standing by the side blinked her eyes with curiosity and confusion on her face: "Madam?"

"Let's go too." Shao Yin said, turning around and getting into the carriage.

The little maid is still puzzled, why does the madam talk to Mrs. Suyang Hou Shizi like that? The two families are still relatives, aren't they?

But the master must have her reasons, so she kept her mouth shut, didn't say anything, didn't ask anything.

When Shaoyin arrived home, she heard the young servant hurriedly greet him and said, "Madam, the master is ill!"

"What?" Shaoyin said in surprise, "What's going on? It was fine in the morning, why did you suddenly get sick?"

"I don't know why, I got a cold," said the servant.

When Shaoyin heard such news, of course she didn't have the energy to investigate the fact that the flowerbed was emptied. She just glanced hurriedly and stepped into the room: "Jingzhi, how are you?"

Zhao Yuanci stayed in the room by himself, put out the charcoal basin, took off his clothes, and made himself cold.

He thought to himself that when the man broke the flower and couldn't stop crying, she tried her best to coax him. Now that he is ill, will she also coax him gently and carefully?

"Uncomfortable." He coughed hoarsely and sat up with difficulty, looking at Shaoyin with a red face.