Uncle...... Yirong didn't react for a while, and looked at the nurse with a puzzled look. The nurse hurriedly reminded her: "General Lou has come to see you in person." ”

Yirong's heart trembled suddenly, her breathing suddenly became rapid, and she sat up with her hands on her own, her eyes wide.

Because before, the two little maids hurriedly pulled down the bed curtains and curtains, so the bedroom was dim, and Yirong could only see that it was pitch black.

"Nurse, where is he?" In the dark, Yirong held the nurse's hand and asked.

Through the curtain, Lou Zhan clearly heard the voice inside, although the voice was hoarse, but it was light and thin, and it could be heard that the character of the owner of the voice should also be gentle like water.

The two little maids diligently asked the prospective aunt to sit down and pour tea and water.

The nurse came out of it, folded up the curtains, and hung them on both sides.

Yirong's vision widened a lot, she leaned on the pillow, looked sideways at the man sitting at the table, dressed in a colored robe, tied with a crown of hair, and a pair of eyes staring at herself steadily, that face was a little familiar...... Oh! It's the person in the portrait.

How so?

Yi Rong was free to stir her fingers in the quilt, suppressing the panic in her heart.

Seeing this, the nurse quietly instructed the two little maids to go downstairs with her, so that the two could be alone.

After a long time, Yirong couldn't help but look up at him again, and was meeting his gaze, which seemed to be a little surprised and a little confused.

"Are you feeling better?" Lou Zhan said.

This sentence made De Yirong come back to her senses for a moment, only to realize that she was distracted by the other party, and she couldn't help but be ashamed, so she had to lower her head and replied, "It's better." ”

After being silent for a while, Yirong heard him ask again: "We seem to have met." ”

Yirong was startled by his sudden words, and her eyes widened, as if she was asking him for verification.

He smiled and said, "Just a little joke, don't mind." ”

Yirong nodded in confusion.

"Do you like Sycamore?"

"Yes and no."

"Why?"

Yirong didn't speak, just stared at his face.

His sword eyebrows were furrowed, as if he had something on his mind, and he sat there looking a little stiff, his eyes firmly locked on her. This appearance made De Yirong a little flustered, and he looked at her with an expression like he was looking at the enemy, with disbelief and hatred.

Yirong's heart tugged up because of him, I don't know why, but I feel sorry for him inexplicably.

"Why?" He asked again, as if squeezed out between his teeth.

Yirong was at a loss, her heart was shocked and confused, she grabbed the brocade quilt with both hands, bit her lip, and tried her best to control her slight trembling.

She didn't know what she had said wrong that made him so unhappy, but she was sure that it was because of herself that he was so angry. She felt aggrieved and chilled all over her body.

The stove in the room was burning enthusiastically, and the red flower seedlings were jumping upward, scrambling to be the first.

He asked her why, why did she like Sycamore? Is he disgusted with Sycamore?

She had to freeze her heart, and replied to him with a trembling voice: "It's because, because the sycamore is the combined name of the sycamore tree and the paulownia tree, they live and die together, and no one will abandon anyone, just like ...... It's like those couples who grow old together. ”

She was "forced" to say what she thought, aggrieved, and didn't dare to look at him, just hung her head and looked like she wanted to cry.

"It's not!"

He sighed, then vetoed her answer.

Yirong gave him a quick glance and saw that he was slightly tilted his head, his eyes closed, and his fists clenched.

He's trying his best to suppress something!

Yirong's heart was relieved, it wasn't her who was nervous, he was also nervous, but I don't know why.

"Yes, I ......"

She bit her lip and tried to refute his words. The sycamore, the sycamore in her heart, is such a meaning.

"Why......" He looked pained, resting one hand on the table, holding his forehead, covering his eyes.

"I ...... It's just that I just hope that ...... "I just hope to grow old with you."

Suddenly, he put down the big palm that covered his eyes and looked directly at her: "You haven't seen me, why did you draw my portrait?" ”

Yirong's cheeks were crimson, and she said, "I saw you in a dream." ”

"In a dream?" He asked rhetorically, obviously unbelievable.

"yes, in a dream." was questioned by him, Yirong was embarrassed and angry, and emphasized it again.

He pondered for a while, and then asked, "I think we should have met, but I can't remember it for a while." ”

Yirong frowned in confusion, his words evoked her memories, and after he said this, she also faintly felt that the two seemed to know each other......

He got up suddenly and said, "It's time for me to take my leave, and I'll talk about this later." ”

"Then you go slowly." She was reluctant.

"Before you met me, why did you agree to the emperor's marriage?" Suddenly, he threw her another question.

Yirong felt embarrassed, his questions were so sharp, straight to her subtle and secret thoughts.

However, in the face of this person, she couldn't escape: "Dad's situation in front of the emperor is actually not good, and I don't want him to be disgusted by the emperor because of this." ”

"So you chose to be silent and obedient?"

She bowed her head slightly.

"In that case, I hope you don't regret making that choice."

With that, he opened the door and left.

In the flower hall, the nurse and the two little maids were munching melon seeds, chatting, and when they saw Lou Zhan coming down, they hurriedly greeted them, but they saw that the prospective aunt's face was like coal.

The nurse said, "Uncle, what are you?" ”

My uncle's face is so stinky, could it be that he quarreled with the girl? But Yirong's temperament is so soft, how can she quarrel with others? Besides, there was no movement upstairs......

The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, and the nurse hurriedly went up to the attic, but saw Yirong lying just right.

"Nurse?" Yirong turned her head and saw the nurse standing on the side of the bed looking at herself, as if she had seen something terrible.

When I asked, the nurse recovered and said, "Girl, just now I saw my aunt leave with an unkind face, could it be that I can't talk about it?" ”

Yirong bent her lips and said, "I made him angry, it doesn't matter, maybe he will forget about it in a few days." ”

Lou Zhan had just left the Peach Blossom Pavilion when Wu Yu greeted him and still led him back to the front hall.

Bai Fengyi and Bai Yiyun, father and son, were both there, and the two were chatting when they suddenly saw Lou Zhan coming back, and they both stopped and looked at him.

Lou Zhan arched his hand towards Bai Yiyun, bowed to Bai Fengyi again, and said, "The son-in-law and Yirong have already seen each other. ”

Bai Fengyi stroked his beard: "Well, that's fine, how is Yirong doing?" ”

Lou Zhan returned to his seat and replied, "Yirong is better." ”

Bai Fengyi said: "In a few days, it will be an auspicious day of the zodiac, and then the old man will ask the matchmaker to go to the general's mansion to propose marriage." After a pause, seeing that there was no wave on Lou Zhan's face, he continued: "If you enter the Taishi Mansion as soon as possible, Yirong will be able to take care of it by multiple people, so as not to catch a cold and catch the wind and cold." ”

Bai Yiyun also echoed: "Yes, brother-in-law, if you enter the Taishi Mansion early, we can rest assured, besides, in the cold winter, the weather is too cold, and it is not suitable for marriage, so it is better to get married as soon as possible." ”

Lou Zhan got up and arched his hand: "It's all up to Lord Yue-in-law." ”