、、、、、、、、、、 "No one has ever been happy for me." Jiang Changyi's face was very red, and his expression was very serious. But Bai Xiang stubbornly heard some sour taste from it, and the deepest part of her heart suddenly softened. Her throat was dry, and she raised her eyes to look at Jiang Changyi and said with a smile: "You have a great future, and there will be more and more people who tie knots for you in the future." When the young lady passes the door, you will become more and more ......"

"Mention this." Jiang Changyi smiled bitterly and interrupted her words: "She is a famous girl, how can I be worthy of her?" ”

His young and delicate face looked so sad, Bai Xiang's motherhood was unprecedented, and he felt that he was so pitiful, so he comforted: "You are the prince of the Guogong Mansion, you are already an official at a young age, and you are a young talent......

Jiang Changyi raised his eyes and looked at the sky, without joy or sorrow, and said quietly: "She said that I am a gray rabbit, and she will only bump into me after eight generations of blood mold." If I can...... I don't want her to be upset......" He stopped talking, sighed, shook his head slightly, and turned to walk away with heavy steps. After walking about ten steps, he stopped under a crape myrtle tree that was blooming brilliantly, turned his head and smiled sincerely at Bai Xiang: "Bai Xiang, you are a good person. Thank you so much. The breeze blew, and a few crape myrtles fell on his shoulders, and the thin young man looked a little thinner, but he was also so good-looking.

Jiang Changyi had already walked a long way, and Bai Xiang was still standing in place and staring blankly at the crape myrtle tree. The sky is very blue and high, the wind is very light and soft, and the crape myrtle flowers on the branches are blooming just right, but she is not young, and her future is still bleak.

"Sister Baixiang, Sister Baixiang." A talented little girl jumped over and handed her a small porcelain vase like white jade: "Your things have fallen." ”

Bai Xiang was about to say that she hadn't dropped this thing, but the little girl had already run away. She opened the small porcelain bottle, and a faint fragrance came to her nose, and she smelled it closely, and recognized it as a good medicine for bruises, which was very valuable. She lowered her eyes and looked at the bottle once, smiled slightly, put it away like a baby, and was reluctant to rub it. She knew that this must have been given to her by Jiang Changyi, what a considerate and kind person.

A crape myrtle flower bloomed quietly in Bai Xiang's heart.

Jiang Changyi hid in the distance and looked at her secretly, full of excitement. A grass called ambition struggled, growing madly in his heart, he couldn't control it, and he didn't want to control it.

The old lady cried for a while, and finally stopped, and finally fell asleep under the effect of the decoction. Jiang Zhong rubbed his forehead tiredly, so tired that he didn't want to move. Mrs. Du leaned against the window, was silent for a long time, and said softly: "I heard that Fang Bohui and a king of Tubo are particularly friendly. He also loved to drink all night with the princes and dignitaries of the Turks and the city-states. He's quite bold. ”

Jiang Chong was stunned, raised his eyes and glared at her: "Hearsay, nonsense!" Then he waved his sleeves and got up.

Mrs. Du looked at his back expressionlessly. She knows very well that the person Jiang Chong hates the most now is not Wang Ayou, not Jiang Changyang, but Fang Bohui. Those things in private made Jiang Da embarrassed, but he couldn't show it on the surface, and he couldn't even mention it, if he wanted to take revenge on Fang Bohui and draw Jiang Changyang's backer, he had to find another way. Will Jiang Chong go, she only knows that the old lady's illness should be aggravated, and Yushitai seems to be quite idle, and she can't be white-collar workers, so she has to be active.

Be the bride's first meal. She chops the fresh lamb with shrimp and winter bamboo shoots, adds egg whites, sesame oil and salt to the filling, and prepares the fresh dumplings. Jiang Changyang was very fond of her cooking skills, coaxed Mrs. Wang and Fang Bohui to tease and play, and secretly ran to the kitchen to see what Peony was doing, lest she would mess up the meal.

Peony saw him probe, smiled and pointed to the dozens of white dumplings on the bamboo plaque and boasted: "Fresh, delicious." ”

"I also said what you were going to do, it turned out to be a glaive-shaped ravioli. It's very well wrapped. Jiang Changyang pinched the dumplings, and then probed to see what kind of stuffing was mixed: "I have never seen such a filling." ”

Peony shook her head happily: "Of course you haven't seen it." ”

"It must be delicious." Jiang Changyang was like a child, staying by the side and not going out, pulling a piece of dough and kneading it in his hand: "You pack more, I can eat four or five bowls, and my father-in-law can also eat four bowls." ”

Performing knife skills in public, slices of fish are just a big man guarding his daughter-in-law in the kitchen, and he is still holding the dough and pinching it, what is it in the eyes of the next person? No matter how much you like to guard your daughter-in-law, you can't do this. Mother Lin was quite unaccustomed to it, so she tactfully pat Jiang Changyang: "Lang Jun doesn't have anything else?" It's gray, and the smoke is strange. ”

Jiang Changyang pretended not to understand: "I haven't had anything to do these days, and I'm not so delicate, I'm not afraid of ash and smoke." ”

Mother Lin had no choice but to whisper to Peony: "People know that he is a big man who drills into the kitchen and stays by his daughter-in-law's side, and he will laugh." ”

Although she didn't think so, this was the situation of the world, and she had to think about it for him, Peony looked for something for Jiang Changyang to do: "You go to accompany your mother." Didn't you say they were going back to Qiuzi in two months? There is also Maya's matter, you have to hurry up and do it, we can't talk and don't count. If the timing is right, it is just right for her to go back with her mother. ”

Jiang Changyang smiled, no longer insisted, washed his hands and obediently went outside. Mother Lin laughed: "What a good person." Dan Niang, you are bitter and sweet. ”

Peony smiled: "People want to say that I am a chaff basket and a rice basket." I heard from my wife that in a few days, Princess Fen will charter my garden and hold a banquet, and there will be a lot of people invited, and many people will say this at that time. But I don't care. ”

Mother Lin frowned and looked at her: "Bao Yuan? Danniang, are you still planning to collect money? ”

Peony shook her head: "Princess Fen is not an outsider, so naturally she doesn't take her money." Even when Princess Fen led Bao Fangyuan for the first time, she received Princess Fen's love and accepted the money, but then she also sent a variety of brocade to Princess Fen to express her gratitude, and in the end, everyone was happy and appreciated each other.

Mother Lin had another thought: "What if it's someone else?" ”

"It depends on who it is. After all, my garden was originally repaired to make money......" Before Peony's voice fell, she was objected by Mother Lin: "You are not what you used to be, if you still rely on this garden to make money, what will people think of you?" What do you think of Lang Jun? If anyone wants to play in the garden, lend it to them. ”

If she marries an official, will she be ashamed to do business again? not only lost her own face, but also lost Jiang Changyang's face. Peony's heart seemed to be blocked by the boss's bag, and she couldn't help frowning: "Then according to what you said, I have worked hard for more than a year?" Who wants the name peony in me, talk to me, and I will give it for nothing? It's also a shame to collect money? Even if I don't make money from this, Master Zheng and a large group of them still rely on this to make more money to support their families. ”

"If you want to buy peony flowers, that's another story." Seeing that she was unhappy, Mother Lin hurriedly softened her tone and said sincerely: "Danniang, that's not what you said. You have to think about Lang Jun, you can't let people gossip about him, right? ”

Peony sighed: "Mom, you don't know, who in Beijing doesn't have any business?" Needless to say, the owners of many shops are still princesses and princesses. I haven't seen anyone who went to buy something to borrow it, or said that they were embarrassed to accept money and gave it away for fear of being chewed on their tongues. It's Lang Jun, and that little money alone is not enough for him to send expenses to his friends. ”

Mother Lin hurriedly said: "That's different!" No one can afford to say that their background is different from yours! And they didn't put it on the bright side, unlike you, everyone knew it was yours from the beginning, and you made money on this...... Think about it, I wanted to borrow your garden for a banquet, what a graceful thing, you ......"

Fengya, how can you get elegant without money? Although Jiang Changyang rewarded a lot, many gold and silver items could not be sold, and when he took the money for Yuan Shijiu's idea, it was also put together by a few friends, and it was not possible to take out so much cash in one go. Even Mrs. Wang still took advantage of the back and forth between Qiuzi and Beijing to sell rare goods. Mother Lin hadn't mentioned these things before, and now she said it suddenly, and I don't know how this idea came about. Peony looked at Mother Lin seriously: "I haven't forgotten my origin, but I don't feel that I am inferior to people in any place." Slap a swollen face and get fat, I can't do it, I'll make up my mind about this matter myself, you don't have to worry about it anymore. ”

Mother Lin saw that although Peony said this, her expression was faint, knowing that Peony didn't listen to her words at all, and wanted to persuade a few more words, but she was gently pulled by Yuhe, signaling that she couldn't say it anymore, and Peony was going to turn her face if she said it.

Mother Lin pursed her mouth and stopped talking. She was also angry, she was wholeheartedly planning for Peony, wishing that Peony was the best in everything, but Peony didn't listen to her, and didn't want her to care, in the end, she grew up, she was old, and it was useless, thinking of this, she was a little sad.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was a little stiff for a while. Peony buried her head and wrapped dozens of dumplings, and when she saw Mother Lin standing in the corner and wiping her eyes, her heart softened again, and after thinking about it, she went to remove the lid of the pot and prepare to make dumplings. The dumplings happily got off the pot, and she suddenly exclaimed: "It's burning me." ”

Yuhe hurriedly came over to take a look, and Peony stole a glance at Mother Lin, and continued: "It's burned to death." Mother Lin wiped a handful of tears, walked over quickly, grabbed her hand, and saw a small red dot on it, so she asked to take goose fat to rub it, and said: "I can't do it, don't add it, it's good now." ”

Peony took the opportunity to grab her hand and said in a low voice: "Mom, I know that you are for my good, but you also have to be realistic, don't be angry, I will think about it carefully, and Lang Jun will measure it carefully and find a perfect solution." Seeing that Mother Lin's expression looked better, Fang said, "How could Mother suddenly have this idea?" ”