After hearing the waiter's announcement, her hand holding the chopsticks hovered for a long time, her eyes filled with meaning. But soon she came to her senses again, placing her chopsticks lightly on the porcelain shelf aside, her gentle eyes fixed on the faint marks of whipping on her hands.
She understood Qingru's intention.
Mingxuan, who was beside her, could already feel the pain in her heart. Her slightly frowned eyebrows were like two willow leaves joined together. She was so angry, yet so calm, peaceful and quiet.
She easily ordered: "No!" Then she lowered her head and continued to taste the spicy and sour tendon, occasionally teasing Yun Nian's cheeks.
When the waiting person came quietly for the second time, she already knew what he was going to say, and still hugged the baby tightly on her lap. She walked under the red shade of branches full of flower stamens, broke off a scarlet bud and stuffed it into the child's head. in hand.
Carrying the beautiful figure on her back, facing the warm sun: "Even if she kneels and refuses to leave, and wants to die on her knees alive outside the house, she will not be seen!"
The waiting people bowed slightly and left with a disappointed expression.
She didn't want to coexist peacefully with her, but Qingru had never regarded her as a biological sister. She had lived in the house for more than ten years, and she had lived like a vine. When the storm hit, she could be cut off. They were born from the same roots, but she left her alone. He looked down upon her and tried to get her attention, covertly and covertly.
She would feel sick just hearing the name of such a person.
But Wanyanyong was a kind man, but he couldn't bear to see others suffer, especially women.
When he returned home from handling political affairs, he came to her Hui Wan Garden. He stopped behind her, and the faint rosin scent spread on his fine clothes. She didn't need to look back to know that it was him who had returned. Another smell of rouge came around her nostrils. She also understood that Wan Yanyong would Qing Ru Brought in.
Her helplessness was also revealed from Mingxuan's bowing tone.
"Madam, my third sister-in-law is here, but she's nowhere to be seen. We're all a family, so tell me anything!"
She turned around and saw the plain clothes behind his majestic figure. She handed the baby in her arms to Xiyi, happily stepped forward and hugged his broad waist, then stood up on her tiptoes and hugged his neck. Someone else kissed him on the lips, and after a long moment, he took a step back and saw that all the people around him had their heads lowered, and Yungong's eyes were covered with pity.
She touched the tip of his erect nose lightly, and the coldness penetrated into his skin. Then she smiled and called in a low voice: "Yong Lang, you are back!"
He was stunned for a long time, she actually called him so affectionately in the tone of his wife.
"Yong Lang, I believe you will love me no matter what."
A light fragrance lingered in front of his nose. For a moment, she sat on the chair and he sat beside Mingxuan. Seeing Qingru's unusually haggard face, she hunkered down and bowed in an upright manner.
All the movements and expressions were as she expected. Qingru stepped forward and knelt down in front of it. He only raised its left arm, but unexpectedly, she stepped forward to hold his hand with both hands, and said with languid eyes: " Cousin!"
"You get up first! I'll give you a seat." Wanyanyong also looked at Qingya's darkening eyes, gently put down her hands, and called someone to help her sit down with a chair.
She surveyed and explored the surrounding area. The spring scenery in the garden was alluring and intoxicating. The house in Huiwan Garden was as spacious and exquisitely furnished as the jade palace in the palace. Her words were sarcastic and a little soft: "My cousin really loves my wife. This is It’s hard to grow crabapples in the North, but it must have taken a lot of effort to plant them here! I’ve only seen crabapples in paintings.”
The words "cousin" and "ma'am" made Qingya understand her completely.
But Qingya did not attack with words. Instead, she casually approached Wanyanyong's arm with a small fan: "I thought that my sister is loved by my father and knows all the strange things in the world. It turns out that I was wrong."
"Then sister, you can stay and watch it. I will definitely prepare some strange food for my sister to taste."
Qingru blushed, pinned the silk corner and remained silent, the word "jealousy" popped up at the bottom of her lips.
"Forget it! Poor me, I'm not lucky enough to see this!"
Qingya couldn't stand it anymore when she saw her pretentious look. She wanted to say something, but was stopped by his warm and thick hands. Her eyes revealed that she wanted to leave it to him.
He smiled softly and said: "Qingru, why did you come to find your sister today?
What's the matter? "
She twisted the silk into a ball and covered her mouth and nose. Her voice was extremely delicate, and she shed tears: "Ru'er is just thinking about begging my brother, mother, and sister..."
"Brother, you also know that King Qi is back, and Ru'er will get married next month, but Ru'er doesn't want to get married, brother! King Qi is a cruel man, and his concubines are tortured to the point of poverty. Ru'er was afraid of being abused after marriage, so she thought of coming to ask for her brother's help."
She stood up again and knelt in front of Wan Yanyong to worship. Her lifted belt swayed in the wind, and a faint fragrance spread.
"Brother, please, please help Ru'er for the sake of my cousin and my second sister!"
Qingya sat down to be worshiped, sneered, and suddenly laughed: "Sister, I don't know whether you are here to find me, my husband, or the imperial concubine. You asked the king to help you in my name. I’m afraid it’s inappropriate!”
"Second sister, husband and wife are one. When I find my brother, I naturally find my empress and you!"
Wan Yanyong didn't say much, and he didn't look at the kneeling and pitiful woman in front of him. Instead, he looked at Mingxuan and Qingya's expressions from left to right.
Mingxuan had already held Yunnan in her arms. When she saw her like this, she asked politely: "I understand, sir, Qingru, how do you want the king to help you?"
"Brother, can you help persuade King Qi? He is your biological brother."
"The lonely king has persuaded him a long time ago. My uncle has come to look for me several times, and I have persuaded him several times, but he is unwilling to break off the engagement."
"Brother..., if...if this method doesn't work, can you accept Ru'er? If you can open your mouth and say that you want Ru'er to be your concubine, King Qi will definitely not say anything!"
Wan Yanyong shook his head and smiled: "Sister, you are so naive that you can even think of this method."
"Brother, Ru'er is desperate! Please brother, please brother," she kowtowed her head so loudly that the pear blossoms were raining down, which made me pity her.
"Brother!" She knelt forward and held his hand without restraint.
Wanyanyong was extremely disgusted with this feeling, especially in front of Qingya, so he let her hand go: "Third aunt, what are you doing? Men and women are not close to each other, and it won't be good for you if someone else sees it!" "
"Please help me this time, brother."
"It must be impossible! The lonely king already has Qingya," Wan Yanyong replied firmly, looking straight into her eyes without any distracting thoughts.
"What's more, the new monarch has a clear stipulation on married women. Only two princes can be granted wives. The others are all low-level ladies and have no titles. You are a noble lady, so naturally I cannot wrong you."
"If being a wife can save Ru'er's life, Ru'er will be willing to..."
"If you are willing, my uncle must not be willing. This is a difficult situation for him."
"Brother..." She held the corner of her silk like that again, tapped her beady lips, and knelt down in isolation on the spot. The rising breeze swept the hair on her forehead, facing the midday sun, making her skin look stunning. Snow.
Qing Ya looked at Wan Yanyong's silent and embarrassed posture, then looked at Ming Xuan, ready to sing a duet.
Mingxuan first lifted her up with one hand, handed the treasure in his arms to the waiter, then stroked her hand with both hands and said: "Your Majesty, since my sister has requested this, and now I can't think of a better way, why not accept her? ?」
"King Gu..., Xuan'er, what are you talking about again?"
Qingya immediately joined in: "Your Majesty, I also think this is a good idea! Sister Ru can still be my companion when she comes. I grew up with her, and I don't want to see her unhappy after marriage."
"Second sister, you are a woman who understands justice well!" She seemed a little moved. .
"Silly sister, I am your sister, so naturally I have to protect you!"
"But sister, you have to think carefully. Can you really bear to be a woman? No name and no status? In fact, as you just said, you don't want to marry the King of Qi. There are many solutions. I can go directly to meet my uncle and aunt. As elders, they must have the right to speak more than anyone else. If he asks His Majesty to say something like this, King Qi will not dare to disobey the imperial order."
"After that, you can choose again!"
"Just look at Sister Ru, do you want to be the wife of a good family or the king's nameless little wife?"
"I..., of course I would like to be the first wife, but...there are really few young masters who are well-matched in the capital, or they have wives!"
"It all depends on what daddy chooses for you!"
She handed her the untouched cup of tea beside her: "Sister Ru, don't mind if you say something unpleasant!"
"Actually, when Zhang Shaolang came to propose marriage, why didn't you agree? He is going to take the scientific examination now, and he will be the number one scholar in the future. He will be promoted and make a fortune soon, but you just value the official family and refuse to marry him. You must choose A princely family."
"Actually, a dignified and kind-hearted person like Brother Zhang is the best person to maintain a family. If you can live a good life with him, why should you value family status so much?"
"People need to be more content, do you know that?"
After Qing Ya said that, she remained silent. When she turned around, she seemed to see Wan Yanyong's satisfied face and admiring eyes. She slowly raised her eyebrows and looked at him. The tenderness in his eyes was like water. A calm light imprinted in her heart, and her left hand was suddenly pulled tighter. She looked down and saw that it was his generous palm surrounding her hand.
The thin cocoon deposited by the sword hilt rubbed against her delicate muscles, and she seemed to be able to reproduce his heroic spirit on the battlefield in her mind.
But now, he took off his armor, but he could sit beside her, holding her up quietly, steadily, calmly and firmly, always standing behind him to protect her.
She had a momentary misconception that she had fallen in love with the wrong person. Couldn't such a mature and steady man become the only favorite in her heart?
As Tingluo chatted, Qingru silently agreed. She also happened to beg her uncle in a few days, and the two matters were resolved together.
