"......" Shui Yueran was silent, she really hadn't thought about this.

She only cares about right and wrong, but what about the others? Do they care?

She could sense that something was wrong, how could Shangguan Zheng not notice it.

The dignified prime minister can protect himself and judge the situation in the court where the dark tide is surging everywhere, and this little trick is not a problem at all.

He sees through it but doesn't say it, he doesn't mean to dig into it at all. With his power, it will be clear with a little investigation. But he chose to turn a blind eye.

It is not difficult to imagine that even if the truth is revealed, he will find various reasons to excuse Shangguan Ningxiang.

Because Shangguan Ningxiang is the person he believes to protect.

No wonder, no wonder...... All of this is simply Shangguan Zheng letting the situation develop, even if the Shen family investigates it, the fault is not him, and there is no way to find him.

What a Shangguan Zheng, a good hypocrite.

If it weren't for Chen's pointing, she didn't realize Shangguan Zheng's hypocrisy at all.

Their father and daughter are simply a mold, and if they say that they are not biological, they are afraid that some people will believe it.

"The donor's kindness, the poor nun will accept it for the time being." Lichen took the food box in his hand, which also interrupted Shui Yueran's thoughts.

Shui Yueran handed over the food box.

"Mrs. Chen, the days here are hard, if there is any inconvenience in the future, or if you want to eat these vegetarian fruits, you can send someone to Qinxin Embroidery Village to find me, I will definitely help."

The husband's family has no support, and the mother's family has no face to go back, but this two-faced girl thinks about her.

Looking at this kind-hearted girl, Lichen couldn't help but say, "Donor." Seeing this food box, the poor nun thought of something.

Before becoming a monk, there were several pastry masters in Fuchu, and each of them had their own skills, each with their own merits.

The poor nun's favorite thing in this life is shortbread, and the pastry chef in Fuzhong makes all kinds of shortbread with different tricks, and he never gets tired of eating them.

People inevitably have a time when they are greedy for freshness, and there was a time when poor nuns fell in love with lotus cakes and plum cakes...... The pastry chef thought that the poor nun no longer liked shortbread, so he dismissed the master who made shortbread.

When the freshness is over, it is too late to think of shortbread and rediscover the old taste.

The shortbread master is no longer there, and even if others make it again, it will be difficult to make the delicious shortbread in their memory.

Donor, you say, is it a pity? ”

Shui Yueran raised her eyebrows and said disdainfully: "No, I don't think so." If you really like it, you can't tolerate other things, and even if it is fresh, it will only take a few bites, and it will not linger all day long, causing others to misunderstand.

If everyone else can feel it, it means that the love in their hearts has changed, and they are just unaware of it.

The taste of the shortbread made by others may not have changed much, but it is only in my heart that I have nostalgia for the past, and I feel that it is always not as delicious as I remember. ”

Is this a reminder of her man's nature?

In her concept, three wives and four concubines are normal. But in her Shui Yueran's eyes, on the road of love, it is always only one-on-one, and the road of three people is too crowded, let alone four or five people.

Seeing that she was transparent, Dust was happy, but her stubbornness made Dust shake his head secretly.

"Maybe!"

Girl, such stubbornness, after all, it will be you who suffers. You won't be the only husband in the future.

Who is Long Yixuan, how could he appear on that private occasion with someone who has nothing to do with him for no reason.

Being able to hear and participate in it, it's not hard to imagine their relationship.

Sighing lightly, I just hope that they will be ...... long The end of the conversation is that it is useless to say more.