"Mother, I like Miss Xia. Agree with me to marry her. "He had to use a killer strategy.

Speaking of which, he is also helpless. What an old young man, and he is still coquettish with his mother.

But there is no way, because of the complex living environment at home, he has been precocious since he was a child, not as innocent and happy as other children, and he will not be spoiled with his parents. Mrs. Luo always felt sad when she saw her son like this, and once he showed a little pleading and coquettish look, she agreed to his request unconditionally.

It's just that he thinks it's embarrassing for a boy to be coquettish with his mother, so he easily refuses to use this trick. I really can't help it today.

But these tried and tested tricks don't work at all in the face of major issues of right and wrong. Mrs. Luo ignored him at all: "A woman like this who is scheming to marry into a high family, I will not allow her to become my daughter-in-law." ”

"What's going on with her? It's that I like her, I want to marry her, and it has nothing to do with her. Luo Qian hurriedly clarified.

"I don't agree." Mrs. Luo is categorical in four words.

Luo Qian didn't speak anymore and slowly lay back on the bed.

He likes Xia Jin, but his relationship with his mother is not ordinary, and he knows that the reason why Mrs. Luo and Luo Weitao maintain this marriage is because of his son. She has paid too much for him. He couldn't bear to make his mother sad. So for so long, he slowly planned, and he wanted Mrs. Luo to agree to the marriage without reluctance, and in the future, he became a relative, and Mrs. Luo and Xia Jin could get along with each other without any worries.

But he still failed.

He stared at the top of the tent. The voice was unusually low: "My son's lifelong happiness, can't I still match my mother's face?" Marrying the daughter of a wealthy family, it is decent to take it out. But getting along is like a stranger, does my mother want my marriage to be the same as your life? ”

This sentence poked Mrs. Luo's heart. Her voice was high, but tears fell: "Am I doing it for my face?" Do you say this to your heart? If I didn't want you to have a good family-in-law, let your ruthless brother have more scruples, and let your father have some scruples when he is eccentric, your career will go smoother in the future, why should I be a wicked person? I've gotten mixed up like this. Let half of the city see the joke, what other face do I need? ”

It's uncomfortable to see my mother. Luo Qian's heart also ached. His hand on the quilt was clenched into a fist.

Mrs. Luo cried for a while, wiped away her tears, and walked to Luo Qian's bedside. Wen Sheng persuaded: "Brother Qian, you are sensible when you are young, and you should also know that this family affair is not as simple as marrying someone who you see is pleasing to your eyes." We don't want to climb the flames, but we also need to find some help. Besides, in the future, your wife will have to socialize with the wives of the eunuchs, and deal with the relationships between all parties. You have to like Miss Xia. It's not impossible. When you get married, your mother will come to the door in person and take her as a good concubine for you. How is it? ”

Luo Qian shook his head: "I don't want to learn from my father, I don't accept concubines in this life." ”

This sentence stabbed Mrs. Luo in the heart again.

Her body shook, staring at Luo Qian, and tears fell to the ground one by one.

Luo Qian turned his head away and didn't look at her.

He knew it wasn't right for him to talk like that, but he couldn't help it. These are the truths. It's what he thinks. If he wants to persuade his mother, he can only tell the truth. Lies sound good. But it doesn't solve the problem.

Mrs. Luo stood up, wiped her tears with her handkerchief, turned and walked out, and said not a word.

Luo Qian closed his eyes tiredly.

Mrs. Luo returned to the house, sat silently for a while, and instructed the mother-in-law behind her: "Go and check the movements of the girl of the Xia family in the past few days." After a pause, he instructed, "Don't let Gongzi and Yu An know." ”

Yu An is the name of Steward Yu.

The mother-in-law said yes and turned to go.

In Luo Qian's room, Butler Yu was standing in front of the bed, quietly waiting for Luo Qian's orders.

Luo Qian called Butler Yu in, but he didn't speak. He sat at the head of the bed, looking at the blue lotus curtain opposite, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a quarter of an hour, he asked, "What has Miss Xia been doing these two days?" ”

"Miss Xia has been staying at home and has not gone anywhere."

"At the right time tonight, you ask Aunt Yu to help me guard the house and don't let people in. I'll go to Xia's house. Luo Qian said.

Steward Yu was taken aback: "Childe! He looked at Luo Qian's leg, "But you still have a wound on your leg......

"It doesn't matter." Luo Qian waved his hand absentmindedly.

"It's better for the villain to say that your Jinchuang medicine has run out, let Xia Gongzi send it over, and help you take a look at the wound by the way." Yu Butler Road.

His words were vague, but Luo Qian understood: he asked Xia Jin to come over to meet him in the guise of Xia Qi. In this way, there is no need for him, a disabled person, to fly around the wall to see Xia Jin.

Luo Qian shook his head: "She can't come." After a pause, he said, "You don't understand." ”

Steward Yu felt that he understood very well.

He knew about the agreement between Luo Qian and Mrs. Luo about marriage. Today, the mother and son had a big quarrel in the house, although he didn't hear what they said, but Mrs. Luo went out of the house with red eyes, and Luo Qian looked disillusioned again, he knew that something was wrong.

Thinking about it, Mrs. Luo is bent on marrying the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family, how can she let Xia Jin enter the door?

Now that Xia Jin's name has come out of Luo Qian's mouth, it is not appropriate for the Xia family to go to Luo's house in the near future, so as not to arouse Mrs. Luo's disgust. This is the reason why Luo Qian would rather go by himself than let Xia Jin come over.

"You just do as I tell you." Luo Qian said.

Although Steward Yu was very worried, he knew Luo Qian's temperament, and he would not change it easily if he decided something. He had no choice but to agree.

Although Luo Qian made Mrs. Luo sad, but this son is Mrs. Luo's lifeblood, Mrs. Luo was worried that Luo Yu would be bad again, and worried that her subordinates would not serve her well, so she shed a tear in the main courtyard, and finally washed her face and applied a layer of rice, and came to Luo Qian to guard it again.

Seeing his mother like this, Luo Qian could only sigh.

At the beginning of the year, Luo Qian ate dinner and fell asleep. Watching Mrs. Luo leave, she waited for a while, and the wife who was waiting for the housekeeper led the ruler away from the vigil. He got up from his bed, limped out of the door, and jumped on the roof with great difficulty, heading in the direction of the summer house.

The houses of the ancients, who lived in them, were respectful and orderly; The Xia family's house is also an industry under Luo Qian's name. He couldn't have known the layout.

So after a while, he determined the house where Xia Jin lived.

He had injuries on his legs. The action was a bit heavy. As soon as he jumped onto Xia Jin's roof, Xia Jin sat up from the bed in alarm.

She got dressed, took a handful of drugs in her hand, and jumped onto the roof. Looking at the dark shadow not far away: "Who?" ”

Luo Qian was struggling to squat down and lie on the tiles. Hearing Xia Jin's voice, he was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly said, "It's me." ”

"Luo Qian?" Xia Jin was taken aback, approached and saw clearly that it was Luo Qian, and hurriedly asked, "Why did you come here?" The wound on your leg ......"

Luo Qian felt the wound open, and blood was oozing out of the gauze, sticky and wet to make him uncomfortable. He wiped a handful of cold sweat from the pain on his forehead. Pointing to the courtyard next door, he said, "Let's go over there and talk." ”

There was no moon that night, and there were only a few stars hanging in the sky, so even if you stood close, you couldn't see each other's expressions clearly. But Xia Jin keenly felt Luo Qian's discomfort.

She walked over, put Luo Qian's arm on her shoulder, put her right hand on his waist, and said, "Let's go." Then he jumped into the courtyard next door.

Speaking of which, although Luo Qian likes Xia Jin, he knows that the rules of this world are harsh on women. He respects Xia Jin and wants to marry her formally. Therefore, he refused to blaspheme her in the slightest. Although the two have been alone a few times, he has never even held Xia Jin's little hand.

But at this moment, his left hand was on Xia Jin's shoulder. His figure is much taller than Xia Jin, so it is like holding Xia Jin in his arms, nephrite is warm and fragrant, and the girl's fragrance goes straight to his mouth and nose.

He "soared" to the ground, and the whole person burned like a flame.

When he woke up from the trance in the clouds, he found himself sitting on the couch in the next hall, Xia Jin blew the fire and lit the lamp, and was bent down to look at the wound on his leg.

He hurriedly retracted his legs: "No, don't worry about it." I'll be able to wait until I go back and re-bandage it. ”

Xia Jin was annoyed that he didn't know how to cherish himself, so he turned his head and glared at him: "Don't move." Are you Langzhong or am I Langzhong? ”

This move and anger suddenly made Luo Qian feel useless, and his heart was as sweet as if he had poured a few catties of honey.

He called in a low voice emotionally: "Jin'er." And he said, "I have missed you so much for the past two months." ”

Xia Jin paused, her long eyelashes fanned his legs, and her lips twitched, but she didn't say anything in the end.

Gently lifting the gauze on his leg and looking at his wound, she turned her head, her dark eyes full of tenderness: "You wait here for a while, I'll go home and get something to treat your wound." ”

When Xia Jin arrived in ancient times, although the coldness on his body had melted a lot by Shu's warmth, he still gave people a cold feeling, and his feelings were rarely exposed.

At this time, a little tenderness suddenly appeared, like a feather gently brushing through Luo Qian's heart, so that he couldn't help it.

However, before he could speak, Xia Jin had already left. When he returned, he had a lot of things in his hands.

She first wiped the blood from his wound with a sterilized cotton swab, then sprinkled the medicine evenly with rice, and then wrapped it in clean gauze.

When she does this, her movements are fluid, light and skillful.

"You...... Do you get hurt all the time? ”

Xia Jin turned his face, smiled at Luo Qian, and shook his head.

She not only brought medicine and gauze, but also cups and teapots in bamboo baskets.

She sat down opposite Luo Qian, poured him a glass of water, handed it over, and then raised her eyes and said, "You came over today, have something to do with me?" ”

Luo Qian stared at her and nodded.

"Today, I told my mother about us. She disagreed. ”

Although he knew that this was his own one-sided matter, he should handle it alone, plan slowly, and not make her feel unhappy by saying it. But Luo Qian still chose to speak out.

He knew that Xia Jin was different from ordinary women. She has a stronger heart and courage than many men, and she doesn't need men to wrap her in a gentle country and let her know nothing. (To be continued)

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