Chapter 52

There was a playful hoarseness in his voice, and anyone who listened to it felt heartbroken.

What did Su Miao say last time? People like my cousin have never valued their status. He felt that the direct descendants were a group of people who had nothing to do when they were full and did nothing to make arrangements to practice others. However, if one day he is willing to make you his wife against all opinions, then you can believe that he is really planted in your hands.

The light in her eyes moved, Hua Yue silently swallowed the words stuck in her throat, folded her hands on her forehead, and respectfully knelt down and kowtowed to Mrs Zhuang.

Li Jingyun is crazy, then she is crazy again, and there are also grasshoppers on a rope to the left and right.

"Okay." Zhuang Shi was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes, "You all think so, then I have nothing to say."

Jing Yun is the person who doesn't want to marry the most, and Hua Yue is also the person who shouldn't be the daughter-in-law of the general's house. None of them are fools, but they are all willing to make this decision. As a blind old woman, who can stop her? ?

Zhuang Shi pursed his lips, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were slightly wrinkled, melancholy and worried.

How come these two people bumped into each other.

Li Jingyun got up after the ceremony, "You guys go out first, I'll have a word with my mother."

He was willing to accompany his wife more, Huayue couldn't ask for it, and quickly took Frostfall and other servants to exit, and carefully closed the door.

The door string was closed, and there was a click, and the room was silent for a moment.

Zhuang shi touched the hem of the skirt a little uneasily, and said hesitantly, "What's wrong, you haven't talked to me alone for a long time."

The smile on his face faded, and Li Jingyun sat in front of her, his eyes drooping: "Is mother afraid?"

"...How could it be." Rubbing his palms, Zhuang Shi forced a smile, "You are the Lin'er born to me in September, and your bones and blood are connected, how could I be afraid."

"Since you're not afraid, why are you hiding?" He looked at her curled body and tilted his head suspiciously, "Hua Yue is your confidant, and she is also your only favored servant. She keeps watch over your son for you. It's been so long, isn't it appropriate for her to be the son's wife after taking her credit?"

The shrunken hand trembled, and Zhuang Shi's expression was a little flustered. She subconsciously wanted to grab Hua Yue's hand to the side, but when she failed, she remembered that there were only two people in the room, and her lips immediately turned white.

Li Jingyun frowned at her.

He didn't understand what was going on with Mr. Zhuang, he was clearly imprisoned and calculated on him, but he was as frightened as a shrimp without a shell when facing him.

"Hua Yue, she is a good child," she murmured, "She is a very good and kind child, if you want, treat her well, but Jing Yun, Hua Yue is a poor child, she is taller than others. Miss Men is different, even if she is a real wife, she is still a slave, and there is no way for you to communicate with the lady of Beppu. If you really love her, keep her in the house and don’t let outsiders bully her.”

He spoke hesitantly, and his articulation was slurred like an old woman who was dying.

Li Jingyun patiently heard the last word, and then chuckled: "Since it is a mother and son connected by bone and blood, instead of saying this, the mother should tell her son directly, she is an important person in the previous dynasty, and it is the mother who would rather leave her own son. She doesn't care about her life and wants to save the dead son of her old friend, she shouldn't show her face outside, lest one day she bump into someone who knows something and cause the house to be ransacked - so that the son can hear more clearly."

"..." Mr. Zhuang raised his unfocused eyes and looked at the direction of the voice with trembling.

"You... what did you say?"

I was only speculating in my heart before, but seeing Zhuang's excited reaction, Li Jingyun's heart sank.

He stretched out his hand to open the Geng Tie in her hand, looked up at the eight characters he had thought about a thousand times, and his eyes were deep.

Is there anything that can make the long-silent old minister of Wei suddenly start to come alive? The Wei Dynasty has been overthrown, and even if any seals are dug up, there is absolutely no possibility of restoration. Why should those old men put their lives, wealth, wealth and wealth, to go to an old dynasty where even the royal family was wiped out?

Unless the Yin royal family was not killed at all.

Li Jingyun closed his eyes, remembering Zhuang's calm and cruel face many years ago, and couldn't help chuckling.

"You have never taken the life and death of the General's Mansion into consideration. People often say that every mother has a son. The son is now learning two points from you. Don't show such an uneasy look." He got up and gently I patted the hem of the clothes embroidered with distant mountains.

"Jing Yun!" Mr. Zhuang came back to his senses and reached out to grab him in a panic, "What do you know? How did you know? What do you want to do?"

The tone of panic and anxiety is very similar to his own childhood.

At that time, he also grabbed her sleeve like this, and asked her why, and what she wanted to do, how did she answer at that time?

Li Jingyun looked down at her and said calmly, "My mother is old, so don't ask if she shouldn't."

- You are too young to ask what you shouldn't ask.

The indifferent voice passed through ten years, and finally fell back to her own ears fiercely.

If she was hit hard, Zhuang's face showed almost self-abandoned anxiety, her eyes rolled very slowly, her lips opened and closed, her teeth clapped together unconsciously, and there were a few clicks. He seemed to want to reach out and pull him, but as soon as his fingertips touched his sleeve, he retracted as if he had been burned, and only stuffed it into the sleeve.

"I won't ask, I won't ask." She shook her head, stroking to get the comb on the dresser to comb her hair, but her hair was in a bun, and when the comb was pulled, the gray hair was scattered into a mess.

Li Jingyun frowned and tried to stop her hand, but Zhuang Shi waved her as if frightened.

Snapped

The good white porcelain rouge box fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Hua Yue was comforting Shuang Jiang outside, she was stunned when she heard the sound, and quickly pushed the door and came in: "Madam?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Zhuang Shi waved his hands again and again, his eyes twitching, "Don't worry about me."

Glancing at her messy bun and the shattered rouge box on the ground, Huayue took a deep breath, stepped forward and helped her to the bedside, took out a celadon medicine bottle and poured two pills to feed her, and then added He took a cup of warm water and coaxed her to drink it.

"No hurry, no hurry, the servant is here." She half hugged Mrs Zhuang, comforting her mouth, but her expression was even more anxious than hers.

"Why don't you two go back first?" Shuang Jiang frowned, glanced at Li Jingyun and said, "Standing here, Madam can't calm down."

Hua Yue reacted and asked her to take her place, then pulled Li Jing Yun and walked out.

She squeezed him with great strength, like she was holding onto a murderer. Li Jingyun followed her to the garden with a sullen face, but stopped.

"Are you blaming?"

Listening to this, it is not only angry, but also two points of grievance.

Hua Yue's face was cold, and she really found it ridiculous: "Can you say something decent? Madam has not been sick for a long time, and the concubine also believes in the son, so she dares to let the son stay alone with her. What's the result? sentence?"

With gloomy eyes, Li Jingyun said, "I just told her what she once said to me. She is sick, but I am not sick, so it's me who deserves to be at fault?"

After a slight choking, Hua Yue laughed angrily, she shook off his hand, stood in front of him and looked up at him: "Can I ask a question? Is the one who lives in the main courtyard your own? Mother?"

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and Li Jingyun looked away sullenly: "You should ask her about this."

"My concubine really asked." She gritted her teeth, "that's why I'm asking you now."

Thinking of some old things, Li Jingyun sneered in his eyes: "So what if you answered? You always help her, and your heart has grown crooked from the beginning. Do you still expect justice?"

Hua Yue paused, stared at him for a while, and slowly calmed down.

He was right, she was partial to the wife, and she would blame him first if something happened. In fact, what happened to the mother and son before, she had no idea at all, and she dared to challenge him like this, just relying on him for the past two days Pamper her tightly, don't blame her.

Looking softer, Hua Yue pursed her lips and reached out to hook his fingers.

Just now, Li Jingyun squinted at her, and with a hint of anger, he quickly avoided his hand.

"Eh." She whispered, "if you have something to say, talk about it."

"Did you just talk to your grandfather?" he asked coldly.

If there were ears on top of his head, it would definitely be drooping down at this time, Hua Yue blinked, pulled his hand back with a guilty conscience, and clasped it again as if nothing had happened, and then whispered, "My concubine is just in a hurry. "

"You can get angry with your grandfather if you're in a hurry?"

"No, it's the concubine's fault." She shook his hand, her eyes turning red, "but Madam was fine before, she is the mistress of the general's residence, it's not easy for you and me to mess around, you Why are you still mad at her? When she is in a hurry, she will fall ill. Previously, the concubine was able to coax her, but today, because of the master, the concubine can't stay in the room. "

His eyes fell on her face, and his heart tightened for no reason. Li Jingyun said slightly annoyed, "You are the one who lost your temper, and you are the one with red eyes."

Raising her sleeves and wiping her face, Hua Yue embarrassed herself and wanted to stop, but the man in front of him grabbed her chin without saying a word, pulled out the handkerchief tucked in her cuff, and wiped the corners of her eyes with disgust: "What's wrong, I haven't blamed you yet, you are wronged yourself."

"It's not a grievance either." She pouted.

"Okay, I know that you feel sorry for your wife, but I'm just a little cabbage that no one takes care of, and everyone else is a flower in that pot." He raised his chin mockingly, "If you want to cry, you should cry first."

Suddenly laughing, Hua Yue rolled her eyes.

With a cold snort, he threw her handkerchief and took her back to the East Courtyard. When he entered the room, he picked her up and put her on the soft couch. He said in a sullen voice, "I said earlier that I was not feeling well, so just take a rest, Lord. I'll inquire about the movement of the main courtyard for you, and when it's all right, I'll let someone come over and let me know, okay?"

Hua Yue hugged the soft pillow, thinking that the time for the young master to stay in the mansion is not long, why bother to quarrel over these matters, when he enters the palace, she will have the opportunity to accompany the lady.

So he nodded and responded obediently.

Not long after, Shuang Jiang came to send a message saying that Madam had rested and there was nothing serious. Hua Yue was relieved to hear and glanced at Li Jing Yun who was talking to people in the yard.

Shuang Jiang stood beside her and asked in a low voice, "Have you really thought about it?"

There was no one else in the room, Huayue was leaning against the soft pillow, her ears were slightly red: "Well."

"Director Sun and Madam Yin are very angry." Shuang Jiang shook his head, "They have already taken refuge with Lord Shen. You came here so suddenly, I don't know what will happen, and they will definitely not forgive me."

"Rao?" Hearing this word, Hua Yue's eyes were high, and the expression of the two-point daughter just now disappeared, revealing two-point ridicule.

Shuang Jiang paused, as if he suddenly remembered his identity, and smiled suddenly: "Look at me, I was frightened by them."

She looked gentle and talkative in front of her, but the little master who dominated the entire West Palace back then, except the emperor, no one could control her, and a person who was ruthless in a fight with his own brother would be afraid of two slaves.

It's just that the little master has been silent for too long, so long that even she thinks that she is willing to be a slave for the rest of her life.

Shuangjing returned to her senses and saluted her: "The third son left and right has only been in the palace for a few days, so I won't disturb it for now."

Hua Yue closed her eyes and waved at her.

Standing in the yard was Liu Chenghe, who whispered to Li Jingyun for a long time, his eyes turned to the half-opened stained window of the main house, and sighed: "You are not afraid that little sister-in-law will be angry."

Li Jingyun put the things in his sleeves and sneered: "A manly man, can you still be afraid of a woman at home?"

Liu Chenghe looked at him hesitantly.

"Okay." He waved his sleeves, "don't forget to come and watch the ceremony in two days."

To be ruthless, no one can be as ruthless as the third master. Just to hold the little sister-in-law, Liu Chenghe shook his head again and again, and went back to inform Chaofeng to prepare congratulatory gifts.

Chaofeng sat in Liu's residence, and after listening to him talk for a long time, he didn't quite understand: "Isn't that little girl a slave, and can be a wife?"

Liu Chenghe said: "Slave Dingtian from another family is also a side room, but the one in the third master's mansion is different. As long as he is willing, let the general's wife recognize a goddaughter, wash the slave and hand over the name plate to the Sizong Court. ."

Slightly startled, Chaofeng asked, "What about Miss Han? After listening to the wind, didn't the third master also treat Miss Han very well?"

"Where did you hear the wind?" Liu Chenghe didn't care, "Since Han Shuang sent Feng Zixu to the guillotine, the third master never looked at her again."

Previously, the head office was stable, and the eldest princess was gaining momentum. The crown prince had many scruples, and wanted to use the arsenal to seize Li Shoutian's military power to restrain the eldest princess. In order to protect the general's mansion, the third master tried his best to save Han Shuang, using himself as a bargaining chip, forcing the crown prince to work hard on his marriage with the eldest princess.

After going back and forth, there was a chance to breathe. The dust settled in the armory, Li Shoutian did not move to office, an accident happened in the court, the prince was busy chasing the eldest princess, and the marriage of Da Siming and Miss Biao was settled, and the general's residence could Get through this hurdle unscathed.

How could the women and Daoists know the way, Liu Chenghe participated in it, and only felt that his five bodies were on the ground.

If it was him, he was determined to not think of so many twists and turns.

Chaofeng is even more puzzled: "Let's not talk about the third master, I chatted with Huayue earlier, and she didn't seem to take the third master to heart. The wife of the general's mansion, is she willing too?"

Thinking of what was given out at the General's Mansion today, Liu Chenghe said sympathetically, "It's not something she wants to do or not."

Flying in the sky and running underground, who can escape the third master's wide net in the sky?

"What does this mean?" Chao Feng was suspicious.

After hesitating to speak, Liu Chenghe said, "You will understand at the end of the month."

What's going on at the end of the month? The son of the general's mansion wants to have a wife, and the imperial court's scientific examination will also be held.

Huayue thought that she would be promoted from the side room to the main room, but she just set up a table and saluted the master and wife.

As a result, Li Jingyun gave her a bang.

The time was tight, and many things were too late to prepare, she didn't know where he got his magical powers, the wedding dress, the dowry, the dowry, the dowry, and even the matchmaker were all complete. After an hour, they were carried back to the General's Mansion with gongs and drums.

Being helped back to the bridal chamber from the lively wedding hall, Huayue has not recovered.

She turned her head and saw Shuang Jiang's skirt around her, and asked her in a daze, "What's going on?"

Shuang Jiang was even more stunned than her, and said: "Young master has been preparing for a few days, and I heard that you even went to the fifth prince's newly moved mansion to send a wedding invitation in person. When the gongs and drums were beaten, half of the capital knew your name. Zheng was sitting outside with his face ashen, and Director Sun was in charge of them, and they came without a wedding invitation."

She seemed incredulous, turned her head and said, "Do you still think this is a few days? No matter where you go in the future, as long as you still use your name, everyone will know that you are the young lady of the General's Mansion."

Huayue: "..."

Feeling a little uneasy in her heart, she held the red silk in her hand and began to reflect on whether she was playing a little bigger.

However, on the night of the bridal chamber, Li Jingyun held her in his arms, and while removing the pearl on her head, he said, "Master can give you these."

I'm going to the palace next month to take up my post, is it still a memory to get married in a hurry? Huayue nodded understandingly and felt a little relieved.

"Would you be reluctant to let him go?" He asked warmly, rubbing against her affectionately.

It would be too ignorant to say that this is not possible. Hua Yue thought about it for a while, and with all the tenderness of her body, she put her arms around his neck and said, "Of course she will be reluctant."

"Yeah." He stroked her lips with satisfaction, "Come and listen to the husband."

"Husband."

The color in his eyes was slightly dark, and he responded, rubbing his thumb: "Be softer."

"Husband~"

Hua Yue felt uncomfortable listening to her voice, but the person in front of her seemed to like it very much, and the bottom of her ink pupils glowed.

The bed tent fell, the dragon and phoenix candles on the table lit up, and in the dim light, someone asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else you want?"

"No, my husband has given everything that he should have given."

"Tsk, shouldn't you say that you want Master to stay?"

"Why keep saying it if it's useless?"

"Try again, eh?"

"Well...stay, stay."

At the end of the sentence, her consciousness may not be sober, Hua Yue repeated what this person taught her, softly and intermittently, more and more unable to make a complete sentence, and finally fragmented and weeping.

Tonight is a good moonlit night, Su Miao propped her chin up and watched Shen Zhiluo drink one cup after another, but did not persuade him, even picked up the cup next to him and touched him when he was rising: "You fucked me. random."

Shen Zhiluo glared at her fiercely.

The people next to her were so frightened that they retreated, but Su Miao found it interesting. She looked at his reddish face with joy, and couldn't help but admire: "I haven't seen you drunk yet, and you have a different style when you look at it."

"Will you praise a man?" Shen Zhiluo glared at her coldly.

Su Miao giggled and slid her fingertips across his particularly charming eyes, licked her lips and said, "Then the elegance is unparalleled."

He snorted, accepting it.

Su Miao laughed even more happily, raised her finger and pointed to the fifth prince sitting at the other table, and said jokingly, "Look at others, calm and peaceful, that's decent."

Zhou Hemin seemed to have heard this discussion, turned his face, and smiled with red lips and teeth: "I don't have a caring girl by my side, and no one cares when I'm drunk. He cares about everything, that's what's called decency."

Su Miao touched her palm and smiled, "Your Highness has a good eye."

She got up, as if she wanted to chat more with someone in the past, but Shen Zhiluo didn't lift her eyelids, she reached out and clasped her wrist on the wine table.

"Huh?" She looked back, "What?"

He said coldly: "That's someone else's peach blossom, it has nothing to do with you, don't get contaminated."

Su Miao glanced at the Fifth Prince in amazement, then sat back beside him: "You even know this?"

Shen Zhiluo snorted and poured another glass of wine.

"Then I can't figure it out." Su Miao shrugged, "You know so many things, why do you still use alcohol to drown your sorrows? It stands to reason that you should have expected this marriage today."

"Breaking your sorrows with wine?" Shen Zhiluo was stunned for a moment, then smiled disdainfully, "What kind of sorrow is this."

Su Miao was puzzled: "Don't worry about what kind of wine do you drink?"

"I haven't had it before, I want to taste it." Picking up the glass, Shen Zhiluo squinted his purple eyes, "It's not a good thing to know too much, it's better to drink it and sleep without remembering anything."

With a trace of pity in her eyes, Su Miao hugged his arm and rubbed her cheek lightly.

Shen Zhiluo looked sideways at her in confusion: "What are you sympathizing with me? I am the chief minister, and I am rich, rich, and rich.

"Yeah." She nodded approvingly, then patted his head.

This posture is similar to appeasing the small animal, and he is even more upset: "Don't think of me as a poor person, you are more pitiful than me."

"I know." She smiled, "I don't have your wealth, nor your status, and I even depend on others."

The alcohol smell came to his heart, Shen Zhiluo pursed his lips, and touched her head like her.

Su Miao was startled, smiled brightly, and rubbed his arm again.The two of them just leaned together like this, and they were very indecent in the crowded banquet.

But no one cared.

Zhou Hemin listened to the play sung on the stage and felt a little boring. He glanced around, and his eyes fell on the inconspicuous people in the corner.

The wine has almost been drunk, and some people in the courtyard have started to walk, but those people are very strange, and they are sneaking to the backyard.

The servants guarding the door were sent to serve tea, and no one stopped them.

Yawning, Zhou Hemin looked back.

No one told him stories, he was too lazy to meddle in this business.