Le Yi recognized Lu Muqing at a glance and said with a smile: "You are Lu Muqing!" "His name, she's heard a thousand times. From the first time at the gate of Ling's Mansion, when he came from the rain on horseback, to the Mei's Mansion, when he risked his life to run into the flames, and the last time he happened to meet him in the garden, his face and name had been imprinted in her mind.

On the contrary, Lu Muqing was a little restrained, "In Xia Lu Muqing, please ask the girl's name." ”

Le Yi was generous, with a smile between her eyebrows and eyes, "My name is Le Yi, I am the eldest daughter of Lord Le, and I just came from Huang Xuan. ”

Oh, it turns out that she is Le Yi, it turns out that she is the little lady from Huangxuan, it turns out that the person she met in the garden that day is her, it turns out - she is Ling Mengchu's sweetheart.

Lu Muqing was suddenly a little at a loss, and said without a word: "I am accompanying Ling Mengchu to the mansion to propose marriage......

Le Yi was still smiling, and wrote lightly: "Hey, I know." ”

Lu Muqing was about to retire, but Le Yi suddenly continued: "I bother you to tell Ling Mengchu that I am determined not to marry and want to go back to Huangxi." He sighed again, "If he really understands me and likes me, he should know that I don't want to stay in Bianjing." She didn't know why she was saying that, but she was saying it, to a stranger who she didn't really know today.

Lu Muqing thought of Ling Mengchu's strategy, and felt pity for Le Yi in his heart, he turned his face slightly, not daring to look at her directly, "I have proposed marriage today, even if the marriage is settled, I am afraid it will not be easy to dissolve the marriage contract." ”

The wind blew, the sound of the trees was like waves, her voice was blowing with the wind, it was unusually calm and calm, she said: "Anyway, I won't marry, if anyone forces me, I will go back to Huangxuan by myself." ”

A small girl's voice came from outside the forest, "The master has returned home!" ”

Lu Muqing's spirit sank, remembering Ling Mengchu, who was still in the study, and subconsciously walked a few steps back and forth. He endured his impatience and hugged his fist at Le Yi, "Lady Le Yi, please take care of yourself." After speaking, he turned around and left.

Le Yi said in the back: "When Lord Lu puts out the fire, you must take care of yourself. ”

Lu Muqing was stunned, didn't have time to think about it, said "thank you" and strode away.

The marriage proposal went extremely smoothly, and Le Chongyang did not have the slightest suspicion about Ling Mengchu, especially when Ling Mengchu talked about the interesting things that happened with Le Yi when he was a child, Le Chongyang actually had a trace of curiosity about this daughter who was not born unexpectedly for the first time. At dinner, Le Chongyang asked Le Yi about her situation in Huang Xuan for the first time, Le Yi was surprised, but also happy, she was delicate, and she could always sense everyone's emotions very quickly.

"I lived at my grandfather's house for most of the time, chopping wood, cooking, and doing laundry," she said. At the beginning of winter, I would go to my grandfather's house to help make wine, and I would stay until the beginning of spring. My grandfather was old, steaming rice, falling into the tank, raking, and pressing...... He couldn't handle it. So Daddy ......" Even at this time, when she called "Daddy", she still felt rusty, "Can you let me go back to Huangxi?" ”

Bianjing doesn't need her, but Huang Xuan does.

The dining table suddenly fell silent, Mrs. Le wet her eyes, and asked, "You are young, and you are the daughter of the boudoir, do you also have to do those men's rough work?" ”

No one knows better than Madame Le how hard it is to make wine, she grew up in the aroma of wine. Le Chongyang's travel expenses to Beijing to catch the exam, and the expenses when he first arrived in Bianjing, all came from the old man's wine money.

They also swore that they would repay their kindness in the future. But when they really climb to the top of the world, they don't want to stop, they just want to keep going.

They have long regarded the old man in yellow silk as a thing of the past and disregarded it.

They only care about their own future.