Chapter 8 Pastries
"Grandmother." Bai Lingyuan opened his mouth with some hesitation, wanting to say two good words for Lu Chenan.
The old lady knew her mind best, but she didn't want to listen to it at the moment.
The old lady waved her hand to stop Bai Lingyuan, turned around and went to the inner hall.
Bai Lingyuan helped the old lady, neither had the courage to speak against the old lady's wishes, nor did he have the position to stay steadfastly, so he could only turn back three times one step at a time until he walked away.
Finally, only Lu Chenan was left alone, and as soon as Lin Qingrong breathed a sigh of relief, a grandmother's voice came from his side: "Please come with the old slave, young master, young lady." ”
Mama stood obediently, lowered her eyes lightly, and was thoughtful, Lu Chenan did not take back another tablet from Lin Qingrong's arms, the two of them held one by one, looking like an absurd sense of harmony.
"There's Mama Lao Zhou." Lu Chenan seemed to have a lot of respect for this Mama Zhou, and her words had already slowed down, and she had lost her edge.
Under the leadership of Mama Zhou, they walked all the way around two small gardens before turning right at the end of the goose warm stone road and entering another solemn world.
It is not easy to punish kneeling in the ancestral hall, the futon under Rao is knees is already very soft, and after kneeling for a long time, it is as grinding as kneeling on an iron plate.
How long does this have to be kneeling, Lin Qingrong thought sadly.
Just thinking about it, I heard Mama Zhou whisper to Lu Chen'an: "The old lady of the surrounding people has ordered people to evacuate, so the young master will kneel down and return at noon." ”
Without the people around, there is no lot of sight and tongue, the old lady doesn't say it, she still has her eldest grandson in her heart, Mama Zhou's words are tactful, but Lu Chenan doesn't appreciate it very much, when he mentions the old lady, he is indifferent.
Mama Zhou sighed, knowing that she couldn't force everything to ask for, so she turned to Lin Qingrong: "Even if the young master is strong and strong, how can the young lady's daughter family stand it?" The punishment is also punished, so let's go back after noon. ”
Sure enough, hearing this, Lu Chenan was stunned for a moment, and turned his face to look at Lin Qingrong, who was affected by him.
Lin Qingrong, who had been listening to Mama Zhou's words with his ears pricked up, immediately blinked pitifully in agreement.
Lu Chenan stared at it for a while before nodding stiffly, and Mama Zhou, who got Lu Chenan's answer, also smiled with relief, and when she left the ancestral hall, she closed the door with her hand.
After Mama Zhou left, Lu Chenan still didn't say a word, he knelt straight, his eyes kept staring at the tablet in front of him and didn't know what he was thinking, Lin Qingrong saw his fingers clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white due to exertion, and it hurt very much when he looked at it.
She unconsciously stretched her fingers, glanced at Lu Chenan again, and then quickly lowered her eyes and sighed.
This eldest grandson of the Earl's Mansion of Qing'an, how can he be as lucky and chic as rumored outside, he has never experienced it in it, and he will only say some cool words after all.
Lin Qingrong moved his body silently, trying to make himself kneel more comfortably, and after just two movements, his stomach rang uncontrollably.
She pressed it with her hand suddenly, but the voice could not be covered, this press screamed louder, Lin Qingrong put his head against the futon and shrunk into a ball, hoping to find a crack in the ground to get into.
Lu Chen'an, who was pulled back to his thoughts by the sound, turned his face and saw Lin Qingrong who shrunk like a quail, even his neck was red, he remembered something, took out a neat bag in his arms, patted Lin Qingrong's arm, and handed her the things: "I'm sorry, I almost forgot this, here you are." ”
Lin Qingrong curled up and didn't want to get up, her hands were tied and it was not easy to pull out, seeing that she hadn't moved for a while, Lu Chen'an unfolded the small bag with rare intimacy and handed it to Lin Qingrong's face again.
A sweet smell drilled into his nose, Lin Qingrong moved a little gap to the side, and on the stretched silk cloth, there were a few pieces of loose pastries.