The bronze beast spit out smoke, listening to the silence of the insiders for a long time, Meng Jinghuai exhausted the hot meat in the plate, and then straightened his back, bent his palms, and put the bowl of three fresh soup in front of Shen Zhihe.

And the half-moon sinking river that Li'er gave him was already cold in the corner of the plate.

Shen Zhihe's sideburns fell slightly, his eyes were dirty, his jade and thin fingers lightly buckled the lid, and his eyelashes pulled out a thin smile that did not fall into a shallow vortex: "This is what my mother gave you." ”

She raised her eyes, and took advantage of a clear light between the sour branches and windows to sweep over the people beside Meng Jinghuai.

The half arm that Li'er had been holding was numb and cold, and she was wrapped in coldness, only to feel that the eyes of others were so piercing, like a summer fire smashed head-on, burning her heart with nameless bitterness, straight up, permeating her lips and teeth.

And Mrs. Wang waited beside the old lady, her eyes were deep.

"Ah He's body is good, and he needs to make up for it." Meng Jinghuai's body was cold, looking at Mrs. Meng in the main seat, opening a light arc and laughing.

Old Madam Meng looked at the two of them meaningfully, and finally pinched her voice with a long voice, and said lightly: "You have to make up for it, you are an only son, she wants to open up branches and leaves for our Meng family as soon as possible." ”

Shen Zhihe's face pale slightly, his eyes were unrelenting, and he fell into the eyes of people, but he didn't really see it.

She looked sideways at the person beside her.

Meng Jinghuai raised his face, stretched out his hand under the table, firmly clasped Shen Zhihe's hand on his lap, touched Wen Yu, and his eyes were stained with stars: "Follow my mother's teachings." ”

Then he looked sideways, and looked at Shen Zhihe's eyes without hiding his fluctuations, and the hand covering her tightened tightly, and then let go.

Shen Zhihe lowered her eyebrows, maintained a smile, and did not reveal a single hint of darkness, all of which were piled up into a smile in the corner of her eyes, she lowered her eyelashes, and only made a helpless shyness.

Old Madam Meng was silent, and glanced at Lian'er, who was stiff, which was quite meaningful.

Li'er put down the silver chopsticks in her hand in a daze, and when she put down her bow, she inadvertently saw the hands of the two people on the side seat

She bit her lip tightly and walked back to Mrs. Meng, collided with her mother's eyes, and instantly lowered her eyes, and those clear eyes were covered with dust for the first time.

The shadow of the golden waves, the mist hanging down, drifting into the mind, can block the relaxation of all.

"You were supposed to rest today, why did you enter the palace again?" General Meng, who had been silent, drank the stewed soup and looked up at Meng Jinghuai.

The shadow closed the window, the sound of silk and bamboo gradually slowed down, Meng Jinghuai used a cup of tea to clear his throat, and his voice rustled:

"Today, the emperor made a will, and ordered the Ministry of Rites to choose a day and give the daughter of the marriage step family as the concubine of the four princes."

A maid added a new candle, the flint slammed, the flame climbed the candleline, and then closed the lampshade with the pattern, and the hall suddenly brightened up a lot, reflecting everyone's different looks.

Shen Zhihe took a spoonful of crystal shrimp, took a small sip into the half-tail, chewed slowly no more than twice, and the clear sound entered her ears, she froze, and then Tipa blocked her lips, lowered her head and spit in the discarded discarded dish, and lowered her eyelashes.

Meng Jinghuai was surrounded by the people beside her, and the excitement on her face was all in her eyes, like dripping hot oil thrown into a cold spring water.

"Step Family?" Old Mrs. Meng was taking a peeled melon and fruit, a melon in the autumn season, the taste was mellow, the juice was full of red lips, and the tips of her eyebrows were dyed with mockery, "Just step Yunhuan a girl, she is lively." ”

Although Yunhuan's family background is good, the serious ladies in Huai'an City will not list her as the choice of daughter-in-law.

Too delicate.

A maid took a copper basin to General Meng's side, he wiped his hands with a handful of water, and then wiped off the remaining water droplets with a cotton towel, squinting at Meng Jinghuai:

"Can you choose a good day?"

Meng Jinghuai suppressed the jealousy that flashed in his heart, and disappeared without a trace: "I chose the first day of the eighth month." ”

At the end of the sound of silk and bamboo, General Meng Lao bowed his head, his eyes were heavy, he didn't know what he was thinking, he stood up and said to his wife: "Let's go, didn't you say that you want to go to Lanruo Temple to make incense?" ”

Mrs. Meng chattered many times on weekdays, and finally made him agree, and at this time she got up with a smile, and pulled the sleeve that was attached to her arm, and held it in front of her.

The old general glanced at Meng Jinghuai, and then his gaze fell on Shen Zhihe, and that kind of look made Shen Zhihe feel his hairs stand on end in an instant.

She got up, with the most deferential demeanor and courtesy: "The daughter-in-law congratulates her father and mother." ”

Meng Jinghuai was on one side, blocking all the light in the old general's eyes, and the candlelight entwined with silk threads illuminated his eyes: "Father walks slowly." ”

The old general let out a hoarse "um" from the bottom of his throat, retracted his gaze, and Old Madam Meng followed closely behind him, and the two quickly blurred their backs.

Shen Zhihe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took Ying'er's hand, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Meng Jinghuai softly: "Accompany me to the garden." ”

Shen Zhihe looked at him sideways, and saw that Meng Jinghuai's eyes were as deep as if they were soaked in water, and she squeezed the handkerchief in her hand tightly and nodded.

The curtain woven by the bamboo was lifted heavily, and another sound hit the door, and the two walked side by side, Ying'er followed Shen Zhihe and held up an oil-paper umbrella, the azure umbrella surface, swaying like a banana leaf.

The afternoon sun is the most poisonous and spicy.

The sparse residual leaves were swept up by the breeze, but they couldn't bring a trace of coolness, Meng Jinghuai's boots were pressed against the blue brick floor, and the sound of rubbing sounded, Shen Zhihe hung his eyelashes, and his eyes were dim.

Bypassing the corridor of the nine curves, the two stood still in the shade of the garden, the branches and leaves covered the figures of the two, and the warbler took the paper umbrella with interest, and walked under the corridor with his back.

"You're surprised?"

Meng Jinghuai opened his mouth and stared at Shen Zhihe's hosta with the light of the ruined rui, and the duck egg green skirt fainted Mo Lan, which is the Jiangnan charm of ink and blue.

Shen Zhihe's wrist was loosely wrapped around the handpiece given by the old lady, his body was slender like a weak willow, and he lifted his eyelashes and looked at people: "You think too much." ”

"During the two years I fought in the war, the emperor wanted to marry you, right?" There was no one around, Meng Jinghuai, the polish on the opening face, biting the sound of this sentence between her lips and teeth, looking directly at her with blazing eyes.

Shen Zhihedai frowned, his lips sank, and his eyes fell into thick ink-colored eyes, and she took a step back: "Where did you hear the gossip?" ”

"From his mouth." Meng Jinghuai sneered, his teeth pouted, "Under the moon on the city wall, the scenery is good?" ”

Shen Zhihe's fingertips trembled.

Where did he find out?

"No matter what you're carrying here," Meng Jinghuai reached out and stroked Shen Zhihe's bun, and then lingered on her cheeks, "Ah He, what you think doesn't matter to me. ”

His gaze met Shen Zhihe's eyes, and the pure color could shine into the black abyss in his eyes, and he whispered with two tails: "You remember, you should only believe me." ”

There was no word for a long time.

Half a sound, Shen Zhihe's nose was full of two breaths, the warmth around her was no longer in the skin, she opened her eyes sideways, and looked at a begonia beside her, and the wall was still climbing with slippery moss.

"I also said that I will do my duty as the daughter-in-law of the Meng family, you don't have to be like this." She lifted the peach brocade handkerchief and wiped her sweat, her eyes shining, and she couldn't hope for it.

"You're still going to be like this."

Meng Jinghuai's throat rolled, flashing a trace of annoyance, and with a stretch of his long arm he took her into his arms, telling her not to move, the fragrance in her hair entered the tip of her nose, and her heart was steady, as if she suddenly thought of something.

In just a moment, Meng Jinghuai let go of Shen Zhihe, and then pulled her palm and walked to the corridor, Shen Zhihe wanted to break free, but he was firmly held by him, and he opened his mouth leisurely:

"If you struggle like this, people will feel that you and I are not in harmony."

Shen Zhihe's eyes were also slightly watery, and when he approached the corridor, there were already servant girls saluting the two of them, and he vaguely saw a smile on the corner of their mouths, Shen Zhihe stiffened, his eyebrows were raised, and his fingertips were embedded in Meng Jinghuai's palm.

The chill in Meng Jing's eyes faded, his eyebrows loosened a little, and he stepped up the stairs, as if with a smile:

"The love of husband and wife is the duty of my Meng family's daughter-in-law."