As night fell, An Shiting returned to the Hou Mansion exhausted.

As soon as he entered Suotong Garden, he was not surprised to see his gentle and dignified wife's smiling face.

The wife has been staying by her seriously ill daughter these days, and the number of times the two have seen each other can be counted on one hand, and every time they meet, they can't say a few words, and the wife will hurry back to her daughter. He was considerate of his wife's feelings, and he was equally concerned about his daughter's serious illness, but he inevitably felt neglected and lonely in his heart, and it was for this reason that when the supple, well-behaved, and understanding Aunt Qian came to invite him to Cuifen Courtyard, he nodded, and later stayed there many times.

Aunt Qian is used to ingratiating herself with little care, and he almost forgets his virtuous and graceful wife.

Looking at his wife's tired and tender and joyful look, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

The wife works hard for his children and has to take care of the housework, so he should be more considerate.

Holding his wife's soft hands, but not as delicate and tender as Aunt Qian's, he said softly: "But Jin'er is getting better?" ”

He did not miss the joy and relaxation in his wife's eyes, thinking that the prescription was effective, and his daughter's condition should be better.

Murong smiled softly, with a thin red on his face, and said, "It can be regarded as improving." ”

tucked the broken hair around his ears, and his lowered eyebrows were soft and demure.

But he didn't mention half of the doubts about Aunt Qian in his heart.

An Shiting couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart, pinched her palm, and said, "Tell me about Jin'er's situation tonight." ”

Murong's chin should be the same, her face was even more flushed, and she said with a little guilt: "The concubine has made a lot of dishes that the prince likes below, which can be regarded as making amends for the prince." The concubine is not doing well these days. ”

An Shiting was moved, and his heart was even softer, and he gently pressed her shoulder. "You're doing a great job. ”

The two looked at each other tenderly, and the atmosphere was warm and beautiful.

Entering the outer side hall together, the maids brought the prepared dinner, and Murong Clan's personal maid Bai Lan smiled and said: "Lord Shizi, these are all made by Madame herself for you, you have to ...... well"

Before he finished speaking, Murong frowned slightly.

Bai Lan hurriedly lowered her head. Trembling, he shut up and stepped aside, not daring to say more.

Murong Clan's roommate, Mama Zhao, hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The girl doesn't know the depths, don't be surprised." Bai Lan was also anxious for his wife, so he talked too much, these dishes were indeed not made by his wife.

An Shiting glanced at the exquisite dishes on the table, and his eyes flashed.

Whether it's a white orchid. It's still Mama Zhao. It's not the truth, most of the dishes on this table are indeed made by the chefs in the house, but there are also two or three simple dishes, which can be seen to be from the hands of the Murong family.

He understood Bai Lan's thoughts, but he just wanted to compete for favor for his master, and he was still loyal, but he was eager for quick success. Presumably, he often rested in Cuifen Courtyard these days. Let the people of Suotong Garden worry a little more.

Thinking like this, An Shiting couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The Murong clan sat quietly on the side from beginning to end. is not happy or angry, and there is not the slightest resentment in his expression, such an attitude makes An Shiting feel guilty.

Seeing his embarrassed face, Murong smiled gently: "The food should be cold, let's eat first." With a wink, he asked Bai Lan and Mama Zhao to retreat.

Knowing that she was maintaining her own dignity, An Shiting was very moved and personally served soup for her.

The tenderness and sweetness of a meal.

After a short rest after dinner, I talked some homely gossip, and then it was time to take a bath and go to bed.

At this time, Cuifen Monastery sent someone.

"My aunt has never seen the prince of the world go over, thinking that the prince of the world has something to delay, so she sent a slave and maid to come over to take a look."

The person who came was Chuncao, who spoke very tactfully and softly, and the makeup on his face was a little more delicate than usual.

It just so happened that Murong came out of the room, holding a change of clothes in her hand, and when she saw Chuncao, she first paused slightly, and then walked to An Shiting's side casually, and said with a smile: "I think the water has been prepared, so go quickly." ”

She handed the clothes in her hand to the maid beside her.

An Shiting smiled and bowed, signaled her to send the spring grass, and then raised his feet to clean the room.

Seeing that he looked like he was going to stay in Suotong Garden, panic flashed on Chuncao's face, and he hurriedly reminded: "Lord Shizi, you promised to go to see your aunt today last night, and your aunt has been waiting for you." ”

Hearing this, An Shiting was stunned, and then he remembered that he had indeed agreed to go to Cuifen Courtyard tonight, but he was just ...... Glancing at his virtuous and dignified wife, he really couldn't open his mouth and leave.

He is not a mediocre person, although Aunt Qian's color is much better than that of his wife, and the bottom of the bed is more open, but in terms of ability to deal with things, Aunt Qian is far less than his wife from a big family, he has always kept in mind his mother's teachings, marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous wife, accepting concubines and accepting faces, Aunt Qian's status in his heart will never be as good as the wife who is marrying Ming Media.

After a little hesitation, An Shiting said: "You go back to Aunt Qian, I won't go today." ”

With that, move your feet again.

Murong glanced at the anxious Chuncao, opened his mouth to stop him, and said, "Lord Shizi, the eldest husband is true to his word, since you promised Aunt Qian, you should go over tonight." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only An Shiting and Chuncao, but even Bai Lan were shocked.

Stamping her foot hatefully, Bai Lan glared in dismay.

Chuncao was overjoyed, and hurriedly echoed: "Lord Shizi, Madame is generous and generous, don't let down her hard work." She looked at An Shiting expectantly and with spring eyes.

An Shiting frowned unhappily, and saw through the mind of the maid in front of him at a glance.

With a cold snort, he threw down his sleeves and dropped a sentence: "Since you want to keep your word, you have to believe it, and if you don't go, you won't go." Then he went straight out of the room and went to clean the room.

Chuncao was completely stunned, and it took a while to come back to her senses and leave in a panic.

Bai Lan snorted proudly, feeling that all the anger she had suffered in the past few days was out, and she said, "Let's see how long the Qian family can be arrogant!" ”

Murong glanced at the arrogant Bai Lan lightly, and turned back to the inner room silently.

Bai Lan was frightened by that look.

On the other side, Chuncao returned to Cuifen Temple. Half a sentence does not mention his own expression, only talks about the words and deeds of An Shiting and Murong Clan.

Under the bright light, Qian's gorgeous face climbed up and distorted with jealousy. She snorted coldly: "It's good to retreat as advance, but the Murong clan has a good ability, and he can make the prince go back on his word." ”

Chuncao's eyes wandered, and she said on the side: "It's not, look at the prince of the world who was coaxed by her very well, and he was still angry because of the past incident of the slave maid sent by his aunt." ”

"What's the use of coaxing no matter how good it is? When An Wensheng was abolished, An Ruojin died of illness. Look what else she can do with me! Qian smiled disdainfully, his eyes full of cruelty.

"In the future, our fifth young master will be the concubine of the long house, and the seventh young lady will be the concubine of the long house!" Haruka smiled and responded. There was a taunt flashing in his eyes.

These words touched the Qian family's heart, but after thinking about it, she was still uncomfortable in her heart, and said: "You can't let the Murong family succeed so lightly." No, it made me lose face. ”

Ponder for a moment. She said: "If you go to Suotong Garden again in a while, you will say that I am not happy and want to see the prince." He tilted his chin arrogantly, and then said: "An Ruojin is about to die, An Ruolan and I have to solve it as much as possible." ”

Chuncao's eyes and bones turned straight, and he responded with a voice.

After An Shiting and Murong had bathed and rested, Chuncao also arrived at Suotong Garden again.

It wasn't early, and the gate was already closed. The concierge didn't let the spring grass in, but asked clearly. Go in and deliver a message to the maid who is keeping vigil.

"Chuncao of Cuifen Courtyard asked to see her, saying that Aunt Qian was sick, and begged the prince to take a look."

It was Brandy who was keeping vigil outside today, and she reluctantly repeated the porter's words.

An Shiting had already heard the movement outside, immediately put on his clothes and got up, and asked, "Why did you suddenly get sick?" How so? ”

The porter was still outside, so he replied: "It is said that I am not happy with my body today, and this will become more and more powerful, so I came to invite the prince." He added: "Look at the girl who passed the word, she was very anxious." ”

The porter received the benefits of the spring grass and promised to help say a few words.

Hearing this, An Shiting frowned, and he was very embarrassed in his heart, but he didn't feel that he was going, and he couldn't go. Although Qian's status in his heart is not as good as that of his wife, he is the person who has accompanied him for more than ten years, and he is inevitably worried in his heart.

Seeing that he hesitated, Murong also sat up and raised his voice to the outside world: "If you are sick, you should ask a doctor, the prince of the world will not be able to diagnose the pulse and grasp the medicine, and it is useless to go, you go and talk back, let me find a better doctor to take a look." ”

An Shiting turned his head to look at her, his eyes were full of surprise, suspicion, and a little displeasure, but he didn't refute her face in the end, and said in a deep voice: "Go and talk back." ”

The porter replied yes, and trotted out to spread the word.

In An Shiting's implicit displeased gaze, Murong smiled frankly and said, "It's not early, the prince should rest early, and he will have to get up early to go to court tomorrow." ”

An Shiting responded lightly, turned around and lay down with his back to her, and then heard the sound of rustling, and it was Murong who also lay down again.

He waited for a while, but he never saw Murong Clan's defense, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart, so he asked in a rough voice: "You persuaded me to go to Cuifen Courtyard before, but now that the Qian Clan is sick, why didn't you let me go?" ”

There was a low laugh behind him, and then he felt a fragrant and soft body behind his back, his waist was wrapped around him, and a soft, shy whisper sounded in his ears: "The concubine is also a woman, or is it ...... is still a woman who likes the prince, and her generosity is for outsiders to see, and the concubine can't push the prince to other women again and again. ”

Hearing this, An Shiting's anger instantly turned into tenderness, and his heart was so hot.

What man doesn't want his woman to value and care about himself?

When he went to the Qian family before, wasn't it because his wife valued his daughter more than himself?

An Shiting turned around and took Murong into his arms, but before he could spit out a stomach full of sweet words, he heard another sentence full of ridicule and a little angry.

"Could it be that the prince still has the ability of a doctor, can he treat Aunt Qian's illness? If so, go ahead. ”

As he spoke, he turned his back away, pretending to ignore him.

An Shiting hurriedly took her into his arms, stroked her waist, and coaxed softly: "Don't go anywhere, it's here." ”

River crab crawls over **** (to be continued......) R1292