Lin Yu'an wanted to go to the cubicle to sit, she asked the scholar downstairs, and the scholar heard that she was the cousin of the Wang family, so he led her over.

There was no one in the room, and after the scholar left, Lin Yu'an went straight to the window and sat down.

Quiet, this is the only feeling in Lin Yu's heart.

She glanced at the green bamboo pattern coarse sand cup on the table, and the restlessness in her heart was smoothed little by little.

Her eyes wandered between the blue peaks and green mountains, and the sky light scattered between the clouds that gradually accumulated on the horizon shone obliquely, and her heart seemed to be spied on.

Thinking about the appearance of Mrs. Wang, she felt a sour feeling in her heart, if the Wang family agreed to let her go to the Wang family as a concubine instead of Wang Xuanrui, where should she go.

Do you really want to be a concubine for Wang Ze?

Thinking around, she remembered that she went to see Wang Ze last night, Wang Ze was indeed handsome and talented, but she never thought of being a concubine, and ...... In Wang Ze's eyes, she is nothing, he gives her mercy and pity her in the form of a savior, she goes to the Wang family in such an unclear way, and I am afraid that the future life will be more difficult than in the Wang family.

She suddenly missed Nanshuizhuang, that place did not have the prosperity of the capital, although it would be squeezed by the two sisters and sisters from time to time, but compared with what happened in the Wang family, it was just a small fight.

She came to the capital in spring, and it was mid-autumn in the blink of an eye.

I don't know how the osmanthus flowers bloom in the yard at home, she misses the osmanthus honey cake made by her mother a little, and she is also a little ...... I miss my father.

The time of old acquaintances flashed by like a shuttle, and everything touched by his fingertips from then on became a little cooler.

"Yu'an?"

A clear Confucian voice sounded, Lin Yu'an came back from his daze, and saw Yu Jia sitting in a wheelchair and entering the house, he was wearing a dark pattern of dark silk today, and his black hair was fixed on the top of his head with a wooden hairpin, and his posture was casual.

Lin Yu'an smiled a little suspiciously, in response to him.

Yu Jia, as usual, was about to sit on the chair, Lin Yuan sighed imperceptibly, turned his eyes to look out the window, and at the same time there was a crackling sound of the utensils collapsing, Lin Yuan was startled, and turned his head to see Yu Jia lying on his side, obviously falling.

Yu Jia's long eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and one hand was on the table, but he couldn't use his strength, and the corners of his forehead were bruised, as if he was enduring something.

Seeing this, Lin Yu'an hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and Yu Jia was not hypocritical, so he took Lin Yu'an's hand and sat on the chair with difficulty.

Seeing the beech flower table that fell to the ground, and the stone flower pot that rolled down to the corner of the wall, she squatted on the ground and held the soil into the flower pot, and helped the flower table up, and then put it away.

When she raised her eyes, she suddenly bumped into a pair of long eyes that were staring at her, and the gentleness in her eyes flashed so that Lin Yu'an didn't dare to look directly, she opened her eyes in a little panic, but saw that Yu Jia's wrist on the chair was worn out of skin.

Yu Jia followed her line of sight, and also saw a little scarlet exposed from the worn place on his wrist, he pulled his sleeve disappreciatively, covering his wrist: "It's just a small injury, why did you come here today, but what's the trouble?"

Lin Yu'an looked up at him, a pair of watery apricot eyes were as quiet as autumn water, how did he know that he had something to worry about, and then he thought about it, a poem he had hidden for many years could be known to him, and how could he hide other news?

Yu Jia should also know about the Wang family and the Wang family, Lin Yu'an didn't answer, but took out a crescent-colored brocade from his sleeve and handed it to Yu Jia: "Let's wrap it up."

Yu Jia was slightly stunned, glanced at the wound, and still accepted it.

The raindrops ticked down on the leaves of the trees and made a sound like cannibalizing mulberry leaves, and Lin Yu'an couldn't help but sigh lowly: "It's raining!"

The corners of Yu Jia's mouth were slightly upturned, but she saw her running out in a hurry, the corners of Yu Jia's mouth opened slightly and wanted to call her, but the girl had already run away, and after a while, a figure appeared in front of Yu Jia: "The cousin girl of the Wang family went to ask someone to send an umbrella to her personal maid."

The man's tone was calm, and after recounting the matter lightly, he retreated into the shadows.

When Lin Yu'an went and returned, there was a little more dejected look on his face.

"Don't you want to go to Wang's house?"

Yu Jia's words sounded suddenly, Lin Yu'an's expression was stunned, but he said a little lightly: "If you were me, would you be willing to go?"

Wang Ze smiled noncommittally, looking down at the small stove on the table, Lin Yu'an realized that the small stove had a fire at some point.

The sound of rain was heard all around, and the quiet atmosphere enveloped the entire Doushu Pavilion.

Yu Jia didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly talked about what happened when he was a child.

"When I was a child, I liked to climb the roof, my father always reprimanded me for this, but I still climb the roof, inexplicably, I just like the feeling of lying on the roof and the sky is high, and then once, the roof I often go to was tampered with, I rolled down from the top, although the legs were connected, but I could no longer walk normally, my father did not scold me again, and did not find out who did the hands and feet."

"My mother used to weep because of this, and no one rebuked me anymore, and my eldest follower was beaten to death, and I never climbed on the roof again......"

Lin Yu'an didn't know what to say, so he listened quietly, Yu Jia's voice was mellow and low, like an old flower carving, intoxicating.

The rain was dripping, the people in the house were telling the past, and the atmosphere of the years was quiet.

After a while, Yu Jia's voice stopped abruptly, and Lin Yu'an woke up like a dream, and saw Yu Jia on the side staring at her steadily, his eyes were unprecedentedly serious.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she heard Yu Jia say, "If the Wang family wants you to be a concubine in the past, and the Wang family has to compromise, what will you do?"

Lin Yu'an didn't know the answer to this question, she shook her head blankly: "I don't know."

The water in the clay pot was boiling, gurgling and steaming, Yu Jia poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Lin Yu'an like last time, and then he considered to speak: "What if...... Can I marry you, would you? ”

Lin Yu'an's face suddenly turned red, and she almost couldn't help but run away, but Yu Jia grabbed her arm: "Yu'an, I didn't mean to insult you, I just wanted to help you."

Another person who wants to help her, does she seem so pitiful?

Lin Yu'an couldn't help but smile bitterly, turned his head and looked at Yu Jia seriously: "Is there any difference between being a concubine in the British Mansion and being a concubine in the Rongguo Mansion?" If you think this is a help to me, I thank you first. ”

As soon as Yu Jia heard it, he knew that she had misunderstood, and he hurriedly explained: "Yu'an, I can give you the position of Mrs. Shizi, as long as you don't dislike me for being a crippled ......" The nonsense words were not spoken, but Lin Yu'an felt like he had been pricked by a needle in his heart.

Yu Jia still has such a side, humble and helpless...... As if she saw the same kind, most of the anger in her heart suddenly disappeared, and Yu Jia continued: "If you don't want to, I will never touch you, I dare not guarantee anything else, as long as you are by my side, I will not let you be wronged."

A young man who looked cold and rejected would say these words to her, Lin Yu'an avoided Yu Jia's gaze, and his mood was complicated.

Yes, if Yu Jia could really do what he said, it would indeed be a better choice to go to the Rongguo Mansion, but she didn't say anything, pulled out her hand and left the house.

Hongying had already come back and saw Lin Yu'an, so she stepped forward to salute, and the groom drove the carriage over, Hongying opened her umbrella and escorted Lin Yu'an into the carriage.