Song Tangning had a look of anxiety on her eyebrows, and she came over for fear that she would be uncomfortable. Princess Cheng was helpless.
"You come here and ask me every morning and evening. How can there be anything wrong with me? I was just chatting with Mrs. Fu."
Seeing that Song Tangning seemed to be overheated, his face was flushed, and his breathing was a little short, she hurriedly poured some sour plum drink from the teapot on the side and handed it to Song Tangning.
"Why are you walking in such a hurry? You're not afraid of getting hot. Just drink some water and take a break."
Seeing that Princess Cheng was fine, Song Tangning relaxed and sat aside with a small white porcelain bowl, sipping the sour soup.
After one cup, the vague heat was suppressed, and the sour taste in her mouth went straight to the top of her head, making her shiver, and she instantly felt refreshed.
Song Tangning put down the bowl in his hand and said, "The sour plum drink made by Grandma Jiang is still more powerful."
Aunt Jiang smiled and said, "If you like it, girl, you can take two pots with you later."
"Just listen to her nonsense."
Princess Cheng patted Tang Ning's shoulder with some annoyance. She didn't notice her sudden tightening of her jaw. She just looked at Nanny Jiang with a smile: "She hasn't liked sour food since she was a child. She occasionally takes a sip of this sour thing." It still feels fresh, but if you really cook two pots of it for her, you might not know who it got into your stomach when you go back."
Song Tangning shrank her shoulders and muttered in a low voice: "How could I..."
Princess Cheng looked at her: "No? That sour bean soup that Mrs. Qin made for you that day, who did you give it to?"
Song Tangning felt guilty for a moment.
"The flowers in your house are almost smelling from the medicinal soup." Princess Cheng said: "That means Mrs. Qin didn't see it, otherwise I would have to add more yellow lotus to the medicinal soup for you to see with your own eyes. Let you drink it."
Song Tangning quickly hugged Princess Cheng's arm: "Aunt, you're the best. Don't tell Sister Qin that the sour bean soup is too unpleasant to drink..."
She cherished her life and followed the doctor's advice, but the sour bean soup was bitter, sour and astringent, and she almost died after taking one sip.
She only secretly fell down once and was caught by Princess Cheng.
Song Tangning took her arm and begged for mercy.
Princess Cheng gave her an angry look: "Good medicine tastes bitter."
"I know, I won't dare to fall next time."
Tang Ning quickly kept up her efforts, holding Princess Cheng's arm and leaning on her shoulders like a cat, rubbing her coquettishly. Her black hair hung down on her shoulders, and her big almond-shaped eyes were pitiful. He wished he could wag his tail at her.
"Aunt~~"
Princess Cheng was so touched that her heart softened. She originally wanted to tease her again, but she couldn't bear it anymore and she begged for mercy: "This is just this time, your body is damaged and you have to take good care of it."
"I know, aunt is the best!"
Song Tangning came close and kissed Princess Cheng on the cheek, smiling like a flower.
Princess Cheng poked her forehead: "Don't act like a spoiled brat. Mrs. Fu is still here, and she's not afraid of people laughing at her."
Mrs. Fu looked at Song Tangning and said with a smile: "The princess and Miss Song have a good relationship. It's not too late for me to envy you. The few skinny monkeys in my house are not as lovable as Miss Song. If I have someone like this." My well-behaved granddaughter will definitely be as loved as the princess, and she will be as precious as a pearl."
Seeing the profound meaning in her words, Princess Cheng smiled and said modestly: "The little girls of the Fu family are naturally good too."
She paused,
"I heard earlier that the girls from the Fu family are lively and that Tang Ning is bored staying at home all day. If you have time in the future, you can walk more with them."
Mrs. Fu was immediately happy when she heard this, knowing that although Princess Cheng did not directly agree to the marriage, she did not refuse to let Song Tangning get close to the Fu family.
Now is not a good time to propose marriage, so Mrs. Fu is naturally content.
As long as she was willing to be contacted by others, she believed that with her grandson's self-sufficient and stubborn temperament, he would be able to please the little girl as long as nothing went wrong, and she would not neglect Song Tangning like the Lu family did.
The smile on Mrs. Fu's face grew wider and wider: "What the princess said is that Miss Song will come to the house more and more in the future. Don't let her become a stranger."
Song Tangning's face was filled with heat when she was looked at by Mrs. Fu's extraordinarily eager gaze. She avoided her gaze, nodded casually and said "hmm" in a low voice, but she suddenly thought of her brother in her heart.
If I had known she wouldn't have come here, this old lady from the Fu family was so enthusiastic that it was a bit overwhelming. She might as well be comfortable with her brother.
…
"It seems that Mrs. Fu really likes our girl very much."
At the corner of the arcade in the distance, Jinyun said: "Princess Cheng doesn't seem to object to the girl's association with the Fu family. She seems to be optimistic about Mr. Fu."
The place where they stood was some distance away from Princess Cheng's residence, and there was a rockery in the middle. It just blocked their figures, but it didn't prevent them from seeing what was going on inside the house through the window. Although they were too far away, they couldn't hear it. Princess Cheng and the others said something, but they could see the three of them talking and laughing harmoniously. The satisfaction in Mrs. Fu's eyes almost overflowed.
The girl in the room has shiny black buns, and the hairpin on her head sways slightly as she lowers her head. Her cheeks are pink as if she is shy. When her eyelashes as dark as crow feathers tremble slightly, Chuntang is shy and a little shy. The red-faced and embarrassed look severely gripped Xiao Yan's heart, which was already not in a happy mood.
Xiao Yan pinched his fingertips, turned his head and frowned: "When did you talk so much?"
Jinyun said in a low voice: "I just think what Canglang just said makes some sense. Fu Langjun is considered young and promising in the court, and there are never any warblers around him. The Fu family's family tradition is also quite upright, and the girl If you can like him, he would be a good husband."
He watched as Xiao Yan's eyes darkened little by little, his face was filled with coldness and he didn't realize it, but he continued to flirt without fear of death.
"Young men and women are the easiest to be emotional. The girl was hurt by Lu Zhinian, and that was when she could take advantage of the situation. The young man Mu Ai's feelings are the strongest, and the taste is like green plum wine, sour but mellow and touching, Lord Governor It won’t be long before the girl is given away to get married behind her back..."
"What kind of husband is Fu Laiqing?!" Xiao Yansen looked coldly: "The Fu family is bright on the outside, but it's a mess on the inside. Except for Mr. Fu who moved into the Ancestral Temple, no one can see it."
He frowned with an expression full of impatience, as if he disliked Jinyun's words and was extremely critical of the Fu family.
"Fu Laiqing entered the official position early, but at the beginning he was inferior to even Song Jinxiu and was suppressed by others. How can he be regarded as a young and promising person?"
"Besides, him following Tang Ning secretly is not the behavior of a gentleman. If he hadn't reluctantly helped Tang Ning today, the governor would have broken his legs long ago, and his parents are not good people either. He is surrounded by If there are no Yingying Yanyan, it’s not because he is keeping his integrity, it’s because his parents want to take their biological son to climb a high branch.”
The more Xiao Yan talked, the more he felt that the Fu family's son of a bitch was not worthy of his little Haitang at all. He said in a cold voice: "Tang Ning finally escaped from the Lu family's misery, why did he end up in such a messy family?"
"Then who does the governor think is worthy of a girl?"
Xiao Yan frowned.
Jinyun said without fear of death: "The girl is old and will get married sooner or later. She can't stay in Jiuyun Lane with the governor..."
"Why not?"
After Xiao Yan blurted out, he saw Jinyun looking at him without any surprise, with understanding in his eyes.
After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he realized something and fell silent. It seemed as if something had been pushed away from the mist. He couldn't help but look at the little girl who was talking about something in the window over there, blushing and whispering, and his eyes fell. On her lips, which were like pink beads gently colliding between opening and closing, the faint swelling in her heart suddenly found its cause.
Jinyun quietly stepped aside and said nothing.
Xiao Yan, on the other hand, looked at Tang Ning, his eyes as heavy as a mountain stone: Do you want to keep her?
My heart ached.
