As for which family it was, and who her last name was in the past, unless she encountered something familiar in her lifetime, it would be impossible to remember it again.
After the letter was written and sealed, Haitang asked Xiaorong to take it to the concierge, and then went to the small kitchen to make ginger soup.
It was getting late again, and the fine sunset glow hit the green leaves in the courtyard.
Lu Ling stood up, walked to the window and looked out. A beam of bright rays of sunlight fell on her cheeks, giving her a layer of rouge, making her extremely beautiful.
Turning his head, he caught a glimpse of a figure.
Lu Ling couldn't help but frown.
Song Wenzhou stepped into the courtyard and looked up into Lu Ling's amber eyes.
His body stiffened subconsciously, and a few words crossed his mind: She seems a little prettier than she was a few days ago?
The sound of the maid's salute interrupted his thoughts.
He secretly cursed himself, "There's something wrong with my brain" and continued walking inside.
Lu Ling turned to the door and tilted his head slightly, with some confusion in his eyes: "Is there something wrong, husband?"
Song Wenzhou frowned and said as he walked in, "You are my wife. When a husband comes to his wife's room, he must come to his wife's room for something?"
Lu Ling couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
Song Wenzhou sat on the couch and said to the maid standing at the door: "Go and order the kitchen. The dinner will be sent to Qingfeng Courtyard. I will use it with the young lady."
Lu Ling:?
You don't have a fever, do you?
Song Wenzhou couldn't help but glance at Lu Ling's body, pursed his lips, and thought: It's as flat as a wall.
Too lazy to look any further, he looked out of the room boredly.
Lu Ling sat far away from her: "Husband, did you take the wrong medicine? Why do you want to have dinner with Ling'er? Ling'er is flattered."
Song Wenzhou said calmly: "What are you talking about? It's not like I haven't eaten with you before."
Lu Ling raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment - it seems that it really didn't happen, not even once.
Song Wenzhou:.
Haitang walked in with a smile and ginger soup.
"Miss, you'd better drink some-"
Seeing Song Wenzhou sitting in the room, she was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face quickly disappeared.
The maid came in with a small table and set it up, and Haitang placed the ginger soup on the table.
Song Wenzhou looked at the steaming ginger soup, his body subconsciously shrank back a little, and he instinctively stretched out his hand to block the top of his thigh.
Lu Ling took in all his subtle movements and couldn't help but want to raise the corner of his mouth, but finally held it back.
"I heard from Dr. Chu that your body is cold and the cause of the disease cannot be found yet?"
Song Wenzhou was at a loss for words.
Lu Ling moved the ginger soup in front of him and said calmly: "Don't worry, even if the cause of the disease is not found, I won't die."
Song Wenzhou: "..."
The two were silent for a while, and then he added: "A friend of mine knows a miracle doctor in Beijing, and I am writing..."
"No need." Lu Ling interrupted rudely, "Compared to your friend and that famous doctor, I trust Dr. Chu more."
Who knows if your friend, that famous doctor, has the same moral character as you?
Song Wenzhou was unhappy in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.
Just when it felt chilly in the room, the maid came in carrying food.
After placing the food on the small table, Lu Ling raised his bowl and started eating.
Song Wenzhou also followed.
I glance at Lu Ling from time to time. Her eyes are always light, and her eating movements are very gentle. She chews without making any sound or showing her teeth. She only picks up food with the size of her fingertips.
Cherry's mouth was half open, and it seemed that she couldn't even feed vegetables the size of her finger.
Somehow, four words suddenly flashed into Song Wenzhou's mind: gentle and pleasant.
With a thought in his heart, he realized why he was praising her again?
He couldn't help but frown in annoyance.
Spotting a piece of spareribs, he reached out and picked one up. Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he saw Lu Ling put down the bowl and chopsticks and sat quietly opposite him.
Haitang hurriedly brought her mouthwash tea and a spittoon. Lu Ling's movements were so gentle and pleasing to the eye.
Song Wenzhou could not help but feel doubtful:
She, the Lu family, is a family of merchants, how could they educate a woman who is so knowledgeable in books and etiquette?
Thinking back for a moment, the Lu family's behavior flashed through his mind, and none of them were as considerate as her.
It's really strange.
He raised his head and looked at Lu Ling again.
Lu Ling wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and the red rouge on his lips left a lip mark on the white handkerchief.
Song Wenzhou's eyes subconsciously looked at Lu Ling's lips.
Plump and bright red, like delicate petals filled with morning dew.
Just as he was about to look up, Song Wenzhou suddenly came back to his senses when he saw Lu Ling's cold eyes.
He slapped himself in his heart:
How can this wooden woman compare to my cousin?
I wanted to continue eating, but I heard Lu Ling say: "Come here, clear the table."
Song Wenzhou was stunned, frowned and glanced at the rice in his bowl. He couldn't help but said: "I haven't finished eating yet..."
Lu Ling stood up and said, "It's you who come to eat with me, not me who wants to eat with you."
"No, but I haven't eaten well yet—"
"If you still want to eat, go back to your room and eat by yourself."
Song Wenzhou: "..."
Sure enough, all the servants outside the door came in, those who were putting away the dishes, and those who were carrying the tables. They pushed Song Wenzhou to one side and stood there, holding a bowl of white rice, dumbfounded.
The servants did not dare to offend Song Wenzhou, but they were even more afraid of Lu Ling, so they could only lower their heads and dare not look at anyone.
Song Wenzhou was annoyed for a moment and clenched the chopsticks in his hands tightly, his body trembling a little.
Lu Ling looked at the sky outside and reminded: "Husband, it's getting dark. Ling'er needs to rest. Husband, please come back."
"you!"
Song Wenzhou became even more angry and almost wanted to smash the bowls and chopsticks in his hands to the ground.
Lu Ling turned a blind eye and smiled softly.
Looks cute and innocent.
Song Wenzhou felt as if a stone had been blocked in his chest, unable to get up or down.
He wanted to speak several times, but he opened his mouth halfway and closed it again.
Unable to vent his anger, he gritted his teeth, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and was about to leave Qingfengyuan.
Lu Ling looked at his back and cursed in his heart: Bah, shameless.
Unexpectedly, Song Wenzhou suddenly stopped when he walked into the courtyard.
"Didn't I come to consummate the marriage with her? What does it matter if I leave now?"
He looked at the rice bowl in his hand and suppressed his anger with all his strength.
"Mother is right, as long as she is pregnant with the child, everything will be easy to talk about after that."
Another pause.
"Besides, she looks impatient to see me. Why, she used to do everything to please me, but now she's playing hard to get?"
Thinking of the words "play hard to get", Song Wenzhou finally suppressed all his anger.
"Okay, then I'll play with you. I want to see how long you can keep pretending to be cold!"
He turned around and put the bowl into Xiao Rong's hand next to him.
Xiao Rong was stunned and stared blankly at the bowls and chopsticks that were forced into her hands, then blinked and looked at Lu Ling questioningly.
Unexpectedly, Lu Ling's beautiful and slender Emei frowned, and she didn't understand what Song Wenzhou wanted to do.
I saw him walking into the room again, standing next to Lu Ling, and said, "Ling'er is going to sleep? I happen to be sleepy too."
"You...what do you mean?" Lu Ling took a step back.
Haitang's eyes showed a vigilant look, and she stretched out her hand to block Lu Ling's face.
Song Wenzhou couldn't help but smile strangely when he saw the reactions of the master and servant.
"I'm staying at Qingfengyuan tonight."
