Yu Molan's body stiffened, and she couldn't help but feel some resentment in her heart: Nuan'er, why is your energy so good today?

Nangong Jing was sitting on the edge of the bed, and coupled with the fact that he was a martial arts practitioner, he was naturally sensitive to the stiffness of Yu Molan's body.

His thin lips were dyed with a smile, and he said softly: "Daddy is not sleepy for the time being, you go to sleep first." ”

Obviously, the words were not said to her, but Yu Molan felt that there was a feather that gently touched the tip of her heart and trembled gently.

"Nope."

Nuan'er didn't obey because of the gentleness in Nangong Jing's tone, she was small, and she didn't speak very well, and she was in a hurry, so she didn't speak very clearly.

"Daddy must burn his sleeping feet, otherwise Luan'er won't sleep!"

Nangong Jing didn't answer directly, his deep eyes looked at Yu Molan.

Yu Molan naturally felt Nangong Jing's gaze, she bit her lip, although she was reluctant in her heart, but looking at Nuan'er, Nangong Jing would not stop if she didn't lie down and sleep.

Yu Molan finally closed her eyes and said, "Then the prince will sleep first." ”

Nangong Jing gently lay down beside Yu Molan, and at the same time gave Nuan'er a thumbs up in his heart.

He decided that he would reward Nuan'er well tomorrow.

Seeing that everyone was lying down, she could reach out and touch her mother and father, and Nuan'er was relieved.

She wasn't making a fuss, and snuggled up in Yu Molan's arms obediently.

Yu Molan gently patted Nuan'er without a beat, coaxing her to sleep.

There was a mess in her mind, some told her to tense her body not to touch Nangong Jing, some explained how to explain to Mrs. Herlan at the banquet tomorrow, and how to face the murderer who ruined her work tomorrow......

But after all, she didn't sleep for three days and three nights, although she made up for it during the day, but she couldn't resist Zhou Gong's call after all.

Not long after Nuan'er fell asleep, her consciousness gradually dimmed.

Half-asleep and half-awake, she felt a warm stove on her back, and unconsciously snuggled up.

Nangong Jing looked at the person in his arms, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised.

"Yu Molan, this is yourself, and you took the initiative to come up."

……

Early the next morning.

Mrs. Herlan received a post, and when she opened the letter, her brow furrowed.

"Lord Zhaoyang?"

Seeing her frowning, the servant hurriedly asked, "Madam, but what happened?" ”

Mrs. Herlan put down the letter in her hand, and there was some confusion in her tone.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that what I'm holding today is a gathering in the embroidery world, why did the county lord of Zhaoyang and that Mo Liuli come?"

"Do you need to decline this invitation?"

According to Mrs. Herlan's identity, if you want to refuse the invitation of the county lord of Zhaoyang, you can still do it.

"Refuse?"

The county lord of Zhaoyang sneered: "If she could refuse, she wouldn't have sent someone to deliver the letter early this morning, she did this, she didn't give me a chance to refuse at all, she just notified me." ”

Normally, whoever you want to meet in the next prayer post is at least one day in advance.

However, the county lord of Zhaoyang sent an invitation in the morning, and he would come to the house in the afternoon.

This is clearly not a visit, but a notice!

"What does Madame mean?"

Although Mrs. Herlan is good-natured, she is also a man of character.

She sneered and stood up: "Since she is coming, let her come, just don't make a fool of yourself then." Also, let people protect the jade girl left and right, and let those people hurt her. ”

She knew more or less about the grievances between Yu Molan and the county lord of Zhaoyang, as well as Mo Liuli.

In addition, on that day, Mo Liuli was concerned on her face and secretly sarcastic about Yu Molan's behavior, Mrs. Helan already understood that it was fake that the county lord of Zhaoyang and Mo Liuli came to visit her, and she was afraid that it was true that she came to find Yu Molan.

"Yes."

……

King Jing's Mansion.

Yu Molan got up early because she was going to attend Mrs. Herlan's banquet.

When she woke up, there was no Nangong Jing by her side, Yu Molan breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time smiled self-deprecatingly.

According to Nangong Jing's mind that hates her so much, where will he make some outrageous moves towards her.

She thought about it too much.

After eating, Yu Molan set off for Mrs. Helan's mansion, because she was used to being alone, so she didn't bring any maids.

But when she left, the butler gave her two more guards.

Yu Molan wanted to refuse, but the housekeeper said.

"What's the matter, Miss Yu, you are also our county lord's husband, and you come and go to represent the image of our Jingwang Mansion. If we just let the girl go alone, others may say that our Jingwang Mansion is too cold to the girl. ”

All right.

For the reason of representing the image of King Jingfu, Yu Molan couldn't refuse.

When they arrived at Mrs. Helan's mansion, Yu Molan had just gotten out of the carriage when a maid came over.

"Jade Girl."

Yu Molan paused: "You are ......"

"The slave Wanlian is the maid next to Mrs. Heran." The servant girl bowed her head and said.

The maid beside Mrs. Helian should have come to pick her up, Yu Molan didn't hesitate.

"Please lead the way."

She thought that the maid would bring her into the hall or take her to see Mrs. Heran, but to Yu Molan's surprise, the maid took her to a very remote rockery.

"What do you mean by that?"

Yu Molan felt that something was wrong, and immediately questioned in a cold voice.

Wan Lian looked left and right, and then said: "Miss Yu, my wife heard that your embroidery was destroyed yesterday, and she is worried that you will not be able to hand over your work in front of the masters, and you will be despised by the masters." So Madame asked me to hand you over a copy of the Shu embroidery works that she had embroidered before. ”

After the words fell, Wan Lian took out a square cloth with a soft texture from her sleeve.

The cloth is embroidered with a pair of gorgeous peonies, in the early morning light, this peony is bright red and dazzling, and it is very beautiful.

But Yu Molan didn't answer, but asked softly: "How does Madam know that my work has been destroyed?" ”

"The slave and the maid don't know it, the slave and the maid are just doing what they are told."

Looking at the bright red peony, Yu Molan's eyes narrowed slightly, and finally, she slowly took the embroidery and said softly: "Then bother you, thank you for me later." ”

After taking over the work, Wan Lian also took Yu Molan to the front hall.

As they turned to leave, three figures came out from behind the rockery.

On the way to the front hall, Yu Molan's brain has been running rapidly.

She crumpled everything that had happened in the past few days.

The first time I saw Mrs. Herland, it was when she was attacked shortly after the opening of her Linxiu Pavilion, and she stepped forward to save her.

The second time I saw Mrs. Herland, I was still saving her from danger.

Madame Herland's words and deeds, as well as her attitude towards her, and the invitation to her to this gathering of embroidery masters, are like an elder treating a junior.

What Yu Molan thought, she couldn't imagine, and she couldn't figure out why Mrs. Herlan wanted to ruin her work.

Could it be because the Linxiu Pavilion robbed Mrs. Heran's business?

Thinking of this, Yu Molan was silent.

Perhaps, this would be the only explanation......

Arriving in the front hall, Yu Molan saw Mrs. Heran talking and laughing with a few people.

Seeing her coming, Mrs. Herland said happily with a smile on her face.

"Mo Lan is here, hurry up!"

Yu Molan put down the doubts in her heart and walked over with a shallow smile.

"Mo Lan has seen Madame."

"It's just a party, there aren't so many rules."

After Mrs. Herlan finished speaking, she took Yu Molan's hand again and introduced her cordially.

"Mo Lan, this is the master of Hunan embroidery, Chen Huaisheng. Don't look at him as a man, he is also forty years old, but his needlework is incomparable to many women. ”

She looked over, although Chen Huaisheng was in his forties, his face still looked very young, looking like a young Confucian scholar in his thirties.

"Mo Lan has seen Senior Chen."

Mrs. Herlan introduced one or two more women.

"This is the master of Yuexiu, Long Yueyue."

Long Yueyue is an old man, and her age looks like she can be her grandmother.

Yu Molan saluted with a well-behaved body: "I've seen the dragon senior." ”

Long Yueyue nodded, with a smile on her face: "I often heard Helan praise you before, saying that Shu embroidered a great person, and when I saw it today, he had a calm temperament, but he was a child with excellent conduct." ”

"Yes, I have known Sister Herlan for so many years, and the relationship is very close, but my sister has never looked at my face and praised my daughter for half a point. But when my sister talks about you, she is full of praise. ”

Standing beside Long Yueyue, another playful and clever woman spoke.

"Even my sister is laughing again."

After Mrs. Heran said this, she said, "This is the one that has recently emerged, the master of Beijing embroidery, Forsythia. ”

Yu Molan still bowed down obediently and saluted, "I've seen Lian senior." ”

I have never been affectionate to anyone, nor have I been indifferent to anyone, just right.

Chen Huaisheng on the side stared at Yu Molan, his brows furrowed, and then asked Yu Molan.

"I don't know what the relationship between the jade girl and the eldest princess of the Li Kingdom is?"