Liyuan.

Lotus Pavilion.

As the pillar of the troupe, Lianmei has a separate room.

Today, he was favored by the young marshal, and promised to marry with the gift of a wife, and he married with ten miles of red makeup, and Lianmei's value rose even more.

"Lian'er, during this time, you can prepare to get married with peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about things on the stage. The young marshal will be unhappy when he finds out. ”

"After marrying into the Shuaifu, it is no better than in the Liyuan Opera Troupe, and your temper is also restrained, don't make the young marshal unhappy."

"Don't look at the young marshal and say that he is allowed to be your wife, but we all know that in troubled times, etiquette collapses, and the main room or the concubine room is just a matter of these magnates saying whatever they want......"

The head of the class politely explained some things, and then turned around happily and went out.

As soon as he walked to the door, he was confronted by a lame minion.

The minion was dressed in the most ordinary gray robe, carrying a copper kettle in his hand, and limped towards him.

When you meet the owner, you immediately drag one leg out of the way.

Slightly bowed his head, there was not much presence, and his hoarse voice seemed to have been burned by charcoals.

"Hello class master."

"Hmm. Anwen, serve your master well, if you dare to be half a little lazy, I can't spare you even if you don't say that the young marshal! Do you understand? ”

The class leader looked disgusted, glanced at his legs that were walking abnormally, and said with a lukewarm attitude.

Xin said, such a wood-like minion is still lame, and I don't know why Lianmei has to keep him by his side.

"Understood, the class master walked slowly."

An Wen seemed to be humbled with his head bowed forever, and after sending the class master away slightly respectfully, he dragged the lame leg and stepped into the threshold of the Lotus Pavilion.

The copper kettle in his hand slowly added water to a blue and white porcelain teacup.

An Wen turned his back to Lian Mei, who was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, and finally spoke slowly: "The class master is willing to let go of your cash cow?" ”

"Ye Lan gave him 10,000 taels of gold, which means that an entire Liyuan opera troupe can be bought, not to mention a small opera lotus charm."

In the mirror, Lian Mei saw that her complexion was faint, her glamorous lips were lightly opened, and she closed one by one.

“…… It seems that he likes you, and he is willing to give up 10,000 taels of gold. Anwen saw the scene in the pear orchard.

Lian Mei also remembered that moment.

A beautiful face that was as cold as charm was suddenly dyed with shame and crimson.

However, he pretended to be calm and sneered: "Isn't this just right?" ”

“……”

Anwen fell silent and stopped talking.

Oh, yes.

That's just right.

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This way.

Fenghua rode a war horse, and under the eyes of the little girls, the heroic and freshly dressed angry horse passed through the city.

Stop in front of the Shuaifu.

Fenghua turned over and dismounted, took off his white gloves, and threw them to the adjutant behind him at will, and stepped into the marshal's mansion with black military boots.

Although Ye Lan is a daughter, there are several beautiful girls in the house.

The eldest lady thought that Ye Lan was pretending to be external, and she was marrying a concubine, so she let her go.

Today, Fenghua proposed that in a month, he would marry Liyuan Opera as his wife, and let the Shuai Mansion start to prepare.

The eldest lady was the first to object.

"No! Mother disagrees! How can you casually promise a place in the main room of a play? Your wife must be the daughter of the major magnates or generals in the Beiyang warlords! ”

“……”

Hearing this, the corners of Fenghuayan's red lips slowly pulled out a sneer.

The voice of light mockery made the eldest lady's heart tremble.

"Mother is really a good plan, the daughter of a powerful general with a prominent identity from a famous family is naturally worthy of Ye Shuai's son."

But my mother had not forgotten. This young marshal is just you stealing the day and deceiving your superiors and subordinates......"

"Say no more! Stop it! Shut up! ”

The eldest lady's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly shouted angrily.

Fenghua stopped talking.

The eldest lady was frightened, her face was slightly pale, and her heart swelled with fear for a while.

Fortunately, the two of them retreated before they spoke, otherwise this secret that had been hidden for many years would be exposed......

Fenghua's slender and beautiful fingers held the tea cup and played with it slowly.

At the same time, the mouth said:

"Lianmei, I'm married."

"I came here today not to discuss with you, but to inform my mother."