It has been five or six days since Cheng Wan'er arrived in Dulonggang, although it has not caused any waves, but Zhu Biao has seen a different meaning from the eyes of everyone around her.

On the top of the moon, in the Advice Pavilion, Xu Guanzhong stretched a long lazy waist, and smiled at Zhu Biao, who was reading at night on the opposite side: "Son, go back, that little lady Cheng is a beautiful country, and she is not a flood beast, why do you just care about hiding like this?" ”

When Zhu Biao heard this, he put down the scroll in his hand and said in a good time: "Brother Guan Zhong is hiding in the Admonition Pavilion during the day, and he dares to return home at night, why is he hiding from my family's red clothes like this?" ”

"Yes, don't say much, and don't make fun of Guan Zhong anymore." Xu Guanzhong hurriedly stood up and apologized, but his face was full of banter.

Zhu Biao picked up the scroll again, his eyes contracted, and he said faintly towards Xu Guanzhong, who walked to the door: "Hongyi grew up with me and Sanniang since she was a child, and she is a rare good girl. ”

When Xu Guanzhong heard this, his expression sank, he nodded, his hand half-covered the door, and said in a deep voice: "Childe should also think about it, although that little lady Cheng is not as good as you and your wife's childhood sweetheart, but she is also a woman who grew up together, but she is not just the daughter of Cheng Wanli, the prefect of Dongping Mansion. ”

Speaking these words, Xu Guanzhong covered the door of the house and left slowly; In the Admonition Pavilion, Zhu Biao once again put down the scroll in his hand and sighed bitterly: "Lady! ”

As Shi Jin said a few days ago, no matter from the perspective of family background, appearance, and conduct, Cheng Wan'er is a rare good girl, but the generosity of her own lady is the key to Zhu Biao's real worry.

Since Cheng Wan'er went to Gang, she did not live in the small courtyard prepared for her before, but was taken into the courtyard where she and Zhu Biao lived by Hu Qing'e, and always created opportunities for her to be alone with her own officials.

In the face of Cheng Wan'er's implicit and enthusiastic show of love, Zhu Biao was really unable to resist, so he had to hide in this advice pavilion every night.

Just as Zhu Biao was bowing his head and pondering, the door of the Advice Pavilion was pushed open with a "squeak", Cheng Wan'er wore a pale green gauze skirt, one person carried a lantern, and one hand held a food box, and walked in gracefully.

Cheng Wan'er hung the lantern on the door, walked to the desk where Zhu Biao was, took out a few beautifully made snacks from the food box, opened the embroidery lightly, and said softly: "Brother, it's late at night, Wan'er is worried that you are hungry, so she specially made you a few snacks that you like to eat on weekdays, you can taste them." ”

Looking at these beautifully crafted pastries in front of him, Zhu Biao's heart was suddenly in a hurry, and he looked at the red mark on Cheng Wan'er's fair-skinned hand, never thought that this woman who was raised in the deep boudoir in the past, whose ten fingers did not touch the spring water, and who had her own poetry, calligraphy and painting in her heart, could now make such a sacrifice for herself.

Seeing Zhu Biao's eyes staring at her hand, Cheng Wan'er looked panicked, and hurriedly retracted her hand into her sleeve to hide it, Zhu Biao picked up a piece of pastry, sighed lightly in her heart, made a choice, and whispered to the woman beside her.

"Wan'er, you know, I grew up with your sister Qing'e since childhood, and we have a deep relationship, in my heart, being able to marry her in this life is a blessing that I wish Biao for eight lifetimes."

When Cheng Wan'er heard this, her complexion changed, a heavy sorrow crept up her brows, and a pair of plain hands hidden in the cuffs were quietly clenched together, and then slowly let go, forcibly enduring the grief in her heart, and said: "Wan'er understands, Wan'er will return to Dongping Mansion tomorrow, and she will not dare to exceed the rules in the future." ”

After hearing this, Zhu Biao's expression froze, knowing that Cheng Wan'er had misunderstood what she said, she grabbed Cheng Wan'er's hand hidden in her sleeve, and said softly: "What I said just now is just to let Wan'er know that Zhu Biao is not a person who has abandoned from the beginning to the end; Although I have treated you as a sister since I was a child, I know in my heart your affection for me, a picturesque woman like you loves me wholeheartedly, and I can't live up to your deep affection. ”

Cheng Wan'er heard Zhu Biao's words, two lines of tears were drawn from the corners of her eyes, and her heart seemed to melt, and after a while, Furong Yu's face was covered with redness, she lowered her head, and sobbed shyly: "Wan'er is willing." ”

Zhu Biao stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of the lovely eyes in front of him, and pulled him into his arms, Cheng Wan'er buried her head deep in the arms of her beloved man, listening to the powerful heart beating, her jade face was crimson, Zhu Biao gently patted her back, her eyes looked through the half-hidden door, and muttered to herself:

"Silly girl!"

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At this time, in the small courtyard of Zhang Jiaotou's family, in Zhang Zhenniang's room, a candle flickered and dimmed, and the silhouettes of three women were visible in the window.

Since Jin'er married Guo Sheng, she has been pampered by her own Langjun on weekdays, and she has become more and more bright and moving, and the original girl's temperament has changed unconsciously.

"Sister Qing'e, although Miss Wan'er is good, are you really willing to give up your son to her?"

The dim candlelight reflected on Hu Qing'e's face, which seemed to add some different colors to it, Hu Qing'e smiled slightly, and said: "Xiao Jin'er, I didn't give up the official to Sister Wan'er, the official is still my official, and I am still the wife he is marrying." ”

"Jin'er doesn't mean that, I mean my sister is really willing to share her son with Miss Wan'er?" Jin'er heard this and explained.

A trace of gloom flashed in Hu Qing'e's eyes, and Zhang Zhenniang on the side saw that her eyes were in full view, pulled Hu Qing'e's plain hand, patted it gently, and said softly: "My Sanlang can marry you, it is really a blessing from eight lifetimes of cultivation." ”

After saying this, he turned his head and said to Jin'er: "No woman in this world is willing to share her Langjun with other women, Sanniang just made the best choice for San Lang and Dulonggang." ”

"Can't that son marry Sister Qing'e alone?" Jin'er frowned slightly and asked weakly.

Zhang Zhenniang's expression moved slightly, and said meaningfully: "If you don't consider the future of your Guo Sheng brothers and other heroes on the hill, San Lang can naturally only accompany Sanniang to old age, but he has too many things on his back, and many things he can't choose. ”

When Hu Qing'e heard this, she smiled slightly, and said: "Eldest sister, Qing'e is not bitter, I like Sister Wan'er, she has a gentle personality, except for San Lang in her heart, she only has poetry, calligraphy and painting, and there will be no disputes with her; I knew a long time ago that a person with great ambitions like Saburo could not be the only woman by his side.

Many years ago, when Mr. Wen was a teacher, Mr. gave me a copy of "Women's Rules" as a gift, I didn't know what it meant when I was young, and now I understand that Mr. knew that there would be such a day, although Qing'e was not as good as the eldest grandson Empress who assisted Emperor Taizong to create a prosperous era of Zhenguan, but she was also willing to be a good helper of San Lang, so that he would not be disturbed by family affairs, and wholeheartedly realize his ambitions. ”