It was already late at night when he returned to Chufangyuan, Cheng Lifeng went to the garrison, and An Lingyu fell asleep deeply.

The next day, An Lingyu sent someone to find Su Lie, who had been taking care of the inn and was very convenient to find him.

At this time, An Lingyu was eating breakfast, and the new cook was very good at doing things, and he made meals every day, and today was a flower porridge cooked with various flower petals.

After finishing breakfast, Su Lie also came: "Miss, are you in a hurry to come to me?" ”

An Lingyu raised her eyes and glanced at him, nodded and motioned for him to go up to the second floor with her, and Su Lie followed when he saw this. The two whispered.

Su Lie nodded respectfully: "Miss, I know." ”

Settle down.

After Ding Jun was taken away, Zhao Yun felt bored for a while. Especially since there is no one at home, Anqing has never come back since he felt embarrassed by that time.

On this day, Zhao Yun was bored feeding the carp at home.

In order to make her happy in the early years, Anqing not only didn't accept any aunt's wife, but also made the house very beautiful according to her preferences, and now looking at these, Zhao Yun only feels very ironic.

"Did you hear that? Recently, a new troupe has arrived, and it is said that those horns are delicate and white, and they are more delicate and lovely than women. The maid on the side discussed in a whisper, and Zhao Yun's heart moved and continued to listen.

The dreadlocked maid nodded: "I heard, I heard." My sister-in-law secretly went to see it and said that it was good-looking. ”

The little drama who sings has red lips and white teeth?

Zhao Yun had other ideas, and took someone to the play the next day, and after seeing it, she was not disappointed.

The delicate and pretty little drama is named Hong Zhe, and he is in his twentieth year, which is the most beautiful time. But the head of the class doesn't seem to like him very much.

After the troupe stepped down, Zhao Yun sent someone to find the class owner and directly expressed his intentions.

Hong Zhe didn't like this kind of wife very much, and he didn't like to be raised, so he glanced at Zhao Yun from a distance, and it happened that Zhao Yun also looked over, and the two eyes were opposite, Hong Zhe put down the curtain, but still let people reject her.

"This lady, please go back, this Hongzhe is our famous character here, many people think about it, you know."

The first time such an idea came to mind, but was coldly beaten back, Zhao Yun's face was very ugly, she turned around and walked away, and the maid in the car looked up at her several times cautiously.

"Say whatever you want, just say it, and spit it out like anything." Zhao Yun rolled her eyes angrily.

The maid put it in her ear, and I don't know what to say, but she smiled happily, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were stretched a lot.

The maid thought that Hong Zhe was trying to get away with it, so she asked Zhao Yun to come to the troupe every day to listen to the play, even if she didn't have time, she asked people to greet her every once in a while, and gave good gifts to everyone up and down the troupe.

In the past few days, the number of times Zhao Yun has come to the troupe has changed from twice a day to once a day.

Hong Zhe was a little curious about Zhao Yun, until the maid came in a hurry and found Hong Zhe and said that Zhao Yun has been very busy lately and may not be able to do it later.

Hong Zhe stared blankly at the pastries left by Zhao Yun, until the junior apprentice next to him cautiously asked, "Brother Hong Zhe, can I eat it?" ”

Hong Zhe nodded, and the child had a big smile on his face, he picked up the plum blossom-shaped snack and took a bite, his eyes were full of joy: "Brother Zhe, you taste it, it's delicious!" It's much more delicious than Sister Mei's. ”

How can the dim sum of Anfu not be delicious?

Hong Zhe pretended to have something in his heart, and the pastries he ate didn't feel too sweet, and his heart was a little astringent.

The sister Mei in the child's mouth is the same horn as him, but she is called smooth sailing in the men's pile, and she is better than him.

Sure enough, for the remaining days, Zhao Yun didn't come, Hongzhe's state was not very good, the class owner didn't plan to let him go on stage, and soon the news reached Zhao Yun's ears, and Zhao Yun came again.

Sitting in the car and hooking the corners of her lips, Zhao Yun smiled secretly, the maid is a good person, and now that Hongzhe is probably already in her bag.

The head of the class had already arranged it, and in the small private room upstairs, it couldn't be quieter, so Zhao Yun walked in. Sure enough, Hongzhe was walking in a T-shaped step, and when he saw Zhao Yun coming in, he lowered his head shyly and said, "Mrs. is good." ”

"Don't be restrained, you can sing how you sing on stage outside."

Zhao Yun's hand swept over the back of Hong Zhe's hand, Hong Zhe shuddered, and the tone of his mouth trembled, but Zhao Yun didn't react at all, but because Hong Zhe avoided her, she was a little unhappy.

"How?" Zhao Yun asked.

Hong Zhe didn't answer, just blushed and continued to sing, but the tone of the voice that came out of his mouth became more and more wrong, Zhao Yun looked at him with a smile, and Hong Zhe was even more shy, so that neither of them heard the knock on the door.

An Qing stood at the door, still holding the letter that Ding Jun gave him, which was naturally not a good word.

At this moment, his face was pale, and he listened to the voices in the room.

The voices of the two people in the house were quite loud, and An Qing, who was at the door, heard it clearly, he knocked on the door, and the voice in the house did not weaken, and An Qing directly pushed the door open.

An Qing saw that Zhao Yun's hand was still on Hong Zhe's face, and Hong Zhe's face was flushed, and when he saw An Qing coming in, he hurriedly stepped back and pushed Zhao Yun's hand away.

Zhao Yun wanted to explain, but An Qing had a cold face: "Come out!" ”

An Qing pulled Zhao Yun and went straight to the backyard. The backyard of the theater is a rare secluded place, and there is a pavilion in the courtyard, which is faintly lit and inaccessible.

An Qing sat in the pavilion, took off his hat, and his face was a little ugly: "What were you doing with that drama just now?" ”

"Of course it's a play." Zhao Yun didn't expect An Qing to come suddenly, and she couldn't help but be a little flustered, but after thinking about it, she and Hongzhe didn't do anything, and it was normal for the rich wife to find Hongjiao to listen to the play, so she calmed down.

An Qing frowned, and was about to say something, when there was a sound of Ka in the distance, his face changed, and he asked, "What sound?" ”