One

Early in the morning, Shen Qingluo, as usual, woke up from that eternal dream.

Only that dream has not changed.

Shen Qingluo sighed lowly.

From today on, she is no longer the eldest lady of the Shen family, but Mrs. Nan, who is a first-time wife. Although, this identity has not brought her substantial changes.

Shen Qingluo's wedding night passed quietly, and everything seemed to be no different from when she was in the boudoir.

But this is not in the Shen family, everything is decided by the father and mother.

Here, is Shen Qingluo's new home, a luxurious mansion purchased by Shen Wanjin for his daughter, "Qingyun Garden".

Green, the green of green radish. Clouds, clouds of the South Cloud.

Shen Wanjin's hard work can be imagined.

He hopes that this beautiful building will be the starting point for his daughter's happiness in life.

He did not hesitate to spend a lot of money, just hoping to bring his daughter a strong aura.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Money can buy a marriage for a daughter, but it can't buy happiness.

Fortunately, Shen Qingluo didn't care if this marriage was happy or not.

All she wanted was her own years.

From the day she became sensible, she deeply understood that she was different from other sisters.

The three younger sisters were all born to their aunts, and only themselves and their younger brothers were born to their sisters-in-law.

The eldest daughter and sister-in-law, with a noble status, will naturally be infinitely favored.

But for the eldest daughter Shen Qingluo, in her memory, there is only loneliness and loneliness.

She had no playmates, no friends, and she couldn't remember anyone else who cared about her except her parents.

She never had the luxury of expecting someone to love her, including her husband Jun Nanyun.

Without hope, there will be no disappointment. Without gaining, there is no loss. She understands it deeply.

The maid Yuan'er skillfully handed over a towel that was slightly damp with water, and waited for Shen Qingluo to clean her face.

"Miss," Yuan'er timidly finally couldn't help but say, "Last night, why did you turn my uncle away?" I think my uncle is a little unhappy. ”

Shen Qingluo didn't answer, and combed her long hair by herself.

Yuan'er wanted to say something more, and finally swallowed the words on her lips.

Yuan'er is an orphan girl, who has been begging for food on the street since she was a child, once she was bitten by a vicious dog, and she died of pain, and was met by Shen Qingluo, who happened to pass by, and was sympathetic for a while, and kept by her side. For more than ten years, the love of master and servant is better than that of sisters. For Yuan'er, Shen Qingluo is both the master and the benefactor. However, although they have been together day and night for more than ten years, she still can't guess what the young lady is thinking.

Miss has to do something, there is probably always her reason. Yuan'er thought regretfully.

If you are another woman, if you marry such a wishful husband, it is too late to rejoice, how can you refuse to leave.

Uncle, it's really good-looking. Yuan'er's face was feverish.

"Yuan'er." Shen Qingluo called.

"Ahh Yuan'er hurriedly agreed.

Shen Qingluo didn't pay attention to Yuan'er's expression, and ordered, "Take the small box in my box." ”

Two

Pushing open the door, the bright sun shone in, and a slender and handsome man stood in the doorway.

It's Nagumo.

Shen Qingluo was slightly surprised, and then smiled: "Good morning." ”

Nanyun showed an elegant smile on his face, stretched out his hand, looked at Shen Qingluo, and said softly, "I'll accompany you to see my mother." ”

Shen Qingluo hesitated slightly, and finally stretched out her hand.

Nagumo held it gently.

For a moment, Shen Qingluo's heart trembled.

This feeling only appears in dreams.

Nanyun gently took her hand and led Shen Qingluo out the door.

Everything is impeccable in the eyes of others. Even Nagumo himself felt extremely natural.

He couldn't help but glance sideways slightly.

Shen Qingluo's beautiful eyes were staring at him.

Nagumo was in a trance.

I really don't know why, these eyes, this kind of look, seem to have been seen somewhere.

But he was sure that he had never seen Shen Qingluo before.

Nagumo sighed in his heart.

It's a pity that such beautiful eyes grow on such a face that really doesn't dare to compliment.

Sometimes, the Creator is confused for a while.

Just like at this moment, the talented man did not match the beauty.

Nanyun dragged Shen Qingluo through the long gallery, and when he passed a wide lotus pond, he noticed that Shen Qingluo's expression was a little unnatural.

Ahh

A thought suddenly arose in his mind.

Whether it's true or not, this is a good opportunity.

So, he slowly stopped, looked at his bride, and said with a smile: "Madam, look, the lotus flowers in this pond are blooming so well, why don't you pick a few and bring them to your mother?" ”

Shen Qingluo didn't answer, but just followed Nanyun's eyes and looked at the lotus leaves in the pond.

"Wading the river to pick hibiscus, Lanze is more fragrant grass. Who do you want to leave behind? Thinking is far away. I also look at my hometown, and the road is long. Leave with one heart, and die with sorrow. Shen Qingluo's voice was distant and sad, her eyes fell on the lotus leaf field, her eyes were ethereal, as if she was thoughtful.

The breeze blew, stirring her bright clothes, outlining her graceful posture and making her ordinary face look a little moving.

Nagumo froze for a moment.

This ancient poem is also what he likes, but at the moment it is chanting in her mouth, and the unspeakable grievances linger. It seems that she is quite talented. If it weren't for her ugly face, she would have been called a graceful lady no matter what.

Shen Qingluo looked back and said to Xiao Rong, the maid behind her: "Xiao Rong, hold me, go to the pond and pick a few lotus flowers." ”

Yuan'er hurriedly said on the side: "No, the edge of the pool is slippery, what if I fall into the water?" Let the slave and maid do the work for you. ”

Shen Qingluo smiled and said, "Since it was collected for my mother-in-law, how can you do it for you." I'm here in person. ”

Xiao Rong helped Shen Qingluo, bypassed a piece of moss, and came to the corner closest to the pond.

A few pink lotus flowers are within reach.

Shen Qingluo leaned over and gently folded a few branches in her hand.

Nanyun looked at her motionlessly, in the end, what he wanted to do, he couldn't tell him.

Shen Qingluo smiled at him.

Nagumo's eyes were full of splendor.

He couldn't help but step forward in a few steps and personally led her up.

"I'm just talking about it, and I'm going to take it seriously. What if I fall into the water? "He's a little angry, a little caring.

Shen Qingluo held his warm hand, and her heart was in turmoil.

Such gentle words came from such a man in the wind in the jade tree, and it was her husband.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. With such a beautiful wish, can she really hope for it?

Looking down at the clear water, a school of fish swims around.

For no reason, Shen Qingluo was envious.

The fish are free, can she? Can she love as much as she wants?

"My mother will be happy." Nanyun Road.

Shen Qingluo came back to her senses and handed the lotus to Xiao Rong.

Nanyun noticed that when Shen Qingluo walked, she was really a little lame, her foot was injured? Or was he born crippled? Unknown. It's also inconvenient to ask.

A middle-aged man hurriedly walked towards him, first bowed to Nan Yun, called "Uncle", then bent down and said to Shen Qingluo very respectfully: "Miss." ”

Shen Qingluo paused for a moment and said slowly: "Steward Li, you have to understand one thing. ”

Steward Li bowed his head in fear: "Miss, is there anything wrong?" ”

Shen Qingluo said: "Steward Li, you are the old man in my family, and you have watched me grow up, so my father is relieved to let you come over and take care of Qingyun Garden." However, you have to remember that from now on, this is the Nanfu, not the Shen family. Here, there is no eldest lady, no uncle, only lord and lady. Did you write it down? ”

Steward Li nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, eldest miss." Ahh ”

Nagumo's heart was hot.

What an empathetic Shen Qingluo.

Shen Qingluo asked, "Steward Li, is there something wrong?" ”

Steward Li said respectfully: "That's the case, the stewards of more than 20 shops in the south of the city specially came to meet the new owner. Now the hall is waiting. ”

Shen Qingluo paused slightly, and said slowly: "Then please trouble Steward Li to go to Haosheng to entertain first, and we will arrive later." Turning his face to look at Nanyun, "How about going after greeting my mother-in-law?" ”

Nagumo smiled, "It's okay." ”

Steward Li nodded, and hurriedly wanted to leave, but was stopped by Shen Qingluo: "Steward Li, stay." ”

Steward Li immediately stopped: "What does Madame command?" ”

Shen Qingluo said softly in her beautiful voice: "In the future, just look for the master for family affairs." Do you understand? ”

Steward Li nodded and stepped back.

Nanyun knew that this was Shen Qingluo quietly handing over the financial power to him.

What an empathetic woman.

Three

Chunhui Hall.

Shen Qingluo stopped under the golden plaque.

These big characters are vigorous and powerful, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and there is a bit of Zhang Xu's legacy.

Nagumo smiled slightly.

All the plaques in this garden are all from Nagumo's handwriting.

The reason why Shen Wanjin made such an arrangement was to highlight his son-in-law's literary brilliance, and secondly, to make Nanyun have a sense of belonging to the owner of this luxurious mansion.

It can be seen that Shen Wanjin values and loves his son-in-law.

This is the so-called love house and black house.

Nanyun is a poor Confucian, but he is a well-educated person, and he can write well, and he can be regarded as a celebrity. It's just that if you don't try for a long time, you can't help but be discouraged. Shen Wanjin has a unique vision, and he fell in love with him as a son-in-law, which corresponds to the sentence of a rich woman and a man, and complements each other.

Of course, if it weren't for the four walls of the family, with Nanyun's character and talent, he would never agree to this marriage.

Nagumo sighed unconsciously.

In those dramas, the story of a young lady falling in love with a poor scholar is probably only in a dream.

Nanyun secretly glanced at Yuan'er on the side.

Yuan'er was holding a small rosewood box in her hand, cautiously, and she didn't dare to breathe.

It looks like there's some valuables in there, and I don't know what to do.

Yuan'er's skin is better than snow, her eyebrows are picturesque, and standing next to Shen Qingluo, she looks even more dazzling.

Such a noisy scene, I don't know if Shen Qingluo can feel it.

Somehow, Yuan'er seemed to sense the attention from Nanyun, glanced at him quickly, and lowered her head quickly.

Nagumo noticed, her face flushed.

Nanyun remembered Shen Qingluo's words. "Take a concubine and hide Jiaojiao, listen to it."

If this statement is true, then, the building near the water will get the moon first, this delicate and lovely Yuan'er is undoubtedly the best candidate.

With such a beautiful concubine, then, the regret of the ugly wife can be made up.

Thinking of this, Nanyun's heart rippled.

Wealth and beauty, have it together, what more can a husband ask for.

"Husband, come in. Don't keep your mother-in-law waiting. Shen Qingluo said softly.