"Lang Jun, Lang Jun..." Ling Cong hurriedly ran into the Dongchanyuan.
"Any news about that person?" Lan Yin asked hurriedly.
Ling Cong gasped and shook his head, and said intermittently: "My husband, my husband, please go back to your house and take Madam Yang with you."
"Take me?" Lan Yin exclaimed.
She is an impostor. It is difficult to deal with Cui Yuanzao alone, but she also has to deal with the entire Cui family? How can this be concealed? Lan Yin looked at Cui Yuanzao desperately.
Cui Yuanzao looked at Lan Yin a little funny. Maybe this lady didn't realize that she was asking for help with her eyes. She actually expected him to hide it for her?
"An ugly daughter-in-law always has to meet her parents-in-law. Now, it's just right not to be sooner or later." Cui Yuanzao looked at Lan Yin with a smile.
Seeing Lan Yin's face becoming visibly burnt, Cui Yuanzao turned his head and chuckled in a wicked way.
"Langjun? Langjun?" Lingcong looked at Cui Yuanzao inexplicably. It was rare to see his husband look like this. Most of the time, he looked like he had no desires or desires. My husband always said that my husband was extremely indifferent to worldly affairs. .
"Ahem, there is still one key thing missing in solving the case. There is no point in staying in Zhao Jinggong Temple. We really need to go back to Chongrenfang. Lingcong, uncle said, when is it?"
"tomorrow."
"What should we do here? Otherwise, I'd better stay here and watch, lest these monks play tricks." Lan Yin still tried to save herself.
"No, just leave it to Sun Jucheng." Cui Yuanzao cruelly broke Lan Yin's fantasy.
Of course Sun Mao nodded hurriedly if he could show something.
Lan Yin finally gave up and looked at the ground with her head drooping.
Cui Yuanzao couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips again, and said deliberately: "Lingcong, find some nice clothes for Madam Yang. These kinds of clothes are not suitable nowadays. The eldest uncle values etiquette the most."
Cui Yuanzao looked at Lan Yin and her eyebrows seemed to be drooping, and couldn't help laughing again.
Ling Cong looked at his husband, then at Madam Yang, and finally felt blessed. It turned out that he was proud of his wife and wanted to bring her to meet her elders. How happy she was!
It seems that the matter of cultivating Taoism can be discussed further, and he must tell his husband about it.
———
The seven layers of crimson gauze were like peonies blooming in the wind, setting off Lan Yin's face. The light seemed to illuminate the entire spring, and Cui Yuanzao was stunned for a moment.
"This headdress is too heavy, my head is about to break." Lan Yin couldn't help complaining when she saw Cui Yuanzao.
The magic was broken instantly. Cui Yuanzao sighed and stretched out his hand to Lan Yin.
"If it's heavy, then why do you bring so many hairpins and boyaos?"
"Not yet smart." Speaking of this, Lan Yin couldn't help complaining.
I don’t know what kind of medicine Ling Cong took wrongly. He brought a group of maids to dress her up early in the morning. He changed her clothes seven or eight times before she was satisfied. She also combed her hair no less than ten times. It was very difficult for her. It was really a sword practice. Still tired.
"Well, Lingcong did a good job." Cui Yuanzao agreed.
"ah?"
"Now try walking."
Lan Yin fell to one side as soon as she took off her feet, but luckily she was supported by Cui Yuanzao.
"Wearing such clothes and such a headgear, your movements must be small. Remember, as long as you don't let yourself fall, speak softly, and don't say anything if you can, that's all." Cui Yuanzao implicitly reminded Lan Yin .
Lan Yin glanced at Cui Yuanzao, was she trying to teach her how to cheat?
"knew."
Lan Yin took Cui Yuanzao's hand, picked up the hem of her skirt, and stepped onto the horse-mounted stone carefully, looking graceful.
The wind blew a hint of her fragrance, making Cui Yuanzao feel dazed for a moment. Even if she was the real Mrs. Yang, she was just like this.
———
"Mr. sir, madam, here we are."
The clear and clear voice woke up Lan Yin, who had fallen into a drowsy state due to waking up early. She covered her heavy head. Lan Yin supported Cui Yuanzao's arm and stepped onto the stool. When she raised her head, she saw the old and simple "Cui Mansion" on the second floor. The words came into view.
It's so old, doesn't it suit the Cui family's identity?
"This is the handwriting of the calligrapher Zhang Xu." Cui Yuanzao followed Lan Yin's gaze and looked over.
Lan Yin was stunned. The calligraphy of Zhang Xu, the calligrapher, was not treasured but was exposed to the wind and sun?
Lan Yin was fascinated by what she saw, and was surprised to realize that Cui Yuanzao had already walked to the front. She hurriedly walked a few steps in small steps. Fortunately, Cui Yuanzao waited for her for a while.
Lan Yin didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and followed Cui Yuanzao all the way inside. Pavilions, pavilions, and flowers bloomed, and the appearance of Cui Mansion gradually unfolded before her eyes.
This is not a splendid mansion. On the contrary, it is dignified and simple. It is completely in line with the style of a century-old noble family and heirlooms of poems and books. There are mysteries everywhere, just like the "Cui Mansion" plaque that has been exposed to the wind and sun. It does not need to be treasured at all. In the warehouse, this is the confidence that belongs to the Qinghe Cui family.
Outside the second gate, the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard were clearly separated, and Cui Yuanzao stopped there.
"What's wrong?" Lan Yin almost bumped into him, but finally controlled it.
"I can only send you here."
"What? Am I alone?" Lan Yin opened her eyes wide and said in disbelief.
"My uncle has prepared a banquet for you in the inner courtyard. She said she wanted to calm your shock. However, my uncle and I have something to say. I can't make it for the time being. You should handle it carefully." Cui Yuanzao said meaningfully. Look at Lan Yin.
Lan Yin swallowed her saliva. How should she deal with it carefully?
"Don't worry, Sir, your uncle can still eat her?" A woman wearing lotus-colored silk clothes came from the garden not far away and joked.
"Aunt Rou, I made you laugh. She went through a disaster and arrived in Chang'an feeling quite depressed. Please take care of her." Cui Yuanzao bowed to the woman.
Is this probably an elder?
Lan Yin followed Cui Yuanzao and held her quilt deeply as a courtesy.
This husband of ours is quite indifferent to worldly affairs, so Aunt Rou knows how difficult it is to get even a few words from him to help her. She couldn't help but look at Lan Yin, she is really beautiful, I feel pity for her.
"Madam, there is no need to be polite. I will take you to Ronghui Hall right now. Please come this way." Aunt Rou took Lan Yin's arm, helped her up, and led her to the garden.
Lan Yin couldn't help but turn her head and look in the direction of Cui Yuanzao, her eyes seemed to have a thousand words that she had not yet had time to say.
For some reason, Cui Yuanzao suddenly felt soft-hearted. He took out a plain silk handkerchief from his arms and stuffed it into Lan Yin's hand. After stuffing the handkerchief, Cui Yuanzao felt ridiculous again and couldn't help but let out a cry. He no longer hesitated and turned around. Go to Wei Rui Hall.
Lan Yin looked at the silk handkerchief in her hand with confusion. What did Cui Yuanzao mean?
"Ms. Yang?" Aunt Rou called out when she saw Lan Yin suddenly stopping there.
Lan Yin woke up with a start, quickly stuffed the handkerchief into her sleeve, and walked a few steps to catch up with Aunt Rou.
What are you afraid of? The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge. Can the Cui Mansion still eat her?
