Ask This Spring

Although the scenery of Biezhuang on the outskirts of Beijing was good, he couldn't stay here overnight. Zhuo Lian got into the carriage and prepared to return to Beijing. He looked at the heroic man sitting across from him. He hesitated for a while, not knowing what to do with their relationship. .

Huan Shen seemed to be aware of her inner thoughts, and kept silent along the way, just staring at Zhuo Lian silently, and the anticipation hidden in her eyes almost poured out.

When the carriage walked to the west of the city, Zhuo Lian sighed secretly. She took the rose blossoms from her temples, stroked the tender buds with her fingers, and said in a low voice, "Let me consider a few days before replying to you."

Huan Shen was most afraid of being rejected outright, and now he had room for change. He was extremely happy in his heart, and naturally he would not have any objections.

"Now Lianniang got the wife release book, even if you want to leave me and leave Huan's house, I won't stop it." When she said this, there was pain in her dark eyes, and Huan Shen made fists with both hands. Blue veins sprang up from the forehead, and it was obvious that his mood was not as calm as it seemed.

His longing for the woman in front of him has reached its culmination, and he wants to marry her right away, but the mistake he made before builds a high wall between the two. Even if he uses all the means, he still can't achieve the goal, but will push her more and more. The farther.

Instead of this, it is better to put a heart in front of her completely. This is Huan Shen's only chance.

Zhuo Lian didn't answer. When the carriage stopped at the entrance of the wine shop, she jumped on the ground in a hurry.

The slender figure fluttered away, like a butterfly spreading its wings, Huan Shen stretched out his hand subconsciously, and only brushed the smooth hair.

Zhuo Lian couldn't see the man behind him, but something strange still rose in his heart. She walked to the backyard and found that Zhen Lin was under the porch. Standing beside her was a young and handsome young man with a gentle manner and an extraordinary manner. Who else could she have if it wasn't Chai Lang?

After Chai Yu ended up in a tattooing match, Chai Lang replaced his elder brother and became the eldest son of Ninh Binh Hou Mansion. If Zhuo Lian remembers correctly, he had married a regular wife half a year ago, and she was also a noble girl from a high family. It's not a good thing to be so close to Lin'er at this moment.

"Lin'er, why are you here?"

Zhuo Lian stepped forward slowly, his crimson lips curled up slightly, but the smile never reached the bottom of his eyes.

Zhen Lin has been in Huan’s house for several years, and she also knows a little bit about sister Zhuo’s temperament. At this moment, she is guilty and frightened. She can’t help lowering her head, her voice is as low as a mosquito hum, "Lin’er is here. I had nothing to do at home, so I simply came to the store to see if I could help."

Seeing the girl's dodge eyes, Zhuo Lian guessed that she was lying, but did not expose it in front of outsiders.

When she walked to Chai Lang, she directly issued an eviction order, "Master Chai, the backyard is where the long-term workers do their jobs. Guests should not enter."

Chai Lang quickly apologized, and his eyes fell on Zhen Linyan's little face like a peach and plum. He didn't know what he was thinking. Fortunately, he was not an ignorant person, and he quickly disappeared from his sight.

Zhuo Lian rubbed his sore brows, and a hint of unknown premonition floated in his heart.

"Do you know who that person is?"

Zhen Lin nodded lightly, "He is the eldest son of Ninh Binh Mansion."

"Since you know his identity, you should also know that Chai Lang has been married a long time ago, and having close contact with him will not do you any good."

The girl’s pink cheeks were pale as paper for a moment, and her thin shoulders were constantly trembling. Zhuo Lian couldn’t bear to say too much, but if she didn’t wake up Zhen Lin, once she took the wrong path, she would be ruined in the next half of her life. .

"Sister Zhuo, I know I did something wrong. This kind of thing will never happen again. Don't tell Auntie and Niang Yun, are you okay?"

With deep expectations in Zhen Lin's eyes, Zhuo Lian opened her mouth, but finally did not refuse.

"As long as you think about it for yourself, Chai Lang is full of resources, but he and his wife Qin Se are in harmony with each other, and they are very emotional..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the girl, "Sister Zhuo, I understand, I will never be willing to be a concubine."

Standing at the threshold, Zhuo Lian watched Zhen Lin leave the wine shop, her nails unconsciously picking at the wooden door panel.

Chai Lang used to serve as the prince's attendant, and has a very close relationship with the East Palace. Under the current situation, he deliberately approached Zhen Lin. Did he fancy the girl's appearance or have other purposes?

The more I thought about it, the more headache Zhuo Lian felt. She turned around and found Huan Shen standing in front of her, with an imperceptible panic in her tone, "Just now Chai Lang is here."

"Don't worry, the sage and the third princes have been keeping an eye on the East Palace for a long time, and there will be no trouble."

What Zhuo Lian feared the most was not the prince, but the seventh prince. She followed Huan Shen to the well to fetch the water, recalling the plot in the script in her mind, but because many things had changed, she could not tell whether it would be in the future. What kind of situation.

"There will be a palace banquet in half a month. You are the second-grade imperial wife, and you will enter the palace with me at that time."

Hearing this, Zhuo Lian was not surprised at all. Prince Hu was slashed by Huan cautiously, and the army defeated the enemy without any power. If such a tiger-wolf teacher does not care about his merits, he might be cold. The heart of the hero.

"Also."

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Zhuo Lian went to the embroidery shop that day, and the silks and satins shipped from Jiangsu and Zhejiang were placed on the counter. No matter whether they were shiny or patterned, they couldn’t find any flaws. Before she could pick them out, suddenly came from beside her. There was a sound of discussion.

"Have you heard? The golden silk soft armor in the palace was stolen. His Majesty was furious and sent his guards to search from house to house. I don't know which culprit was so bold and attacked here."

An older woman took the stubborn words, "That piece of golden silk soft armor is a treasure built by the emperor who spent a lot of money. It's a good thing."

The few people did not lower their voices when they were talking, Zhuo Lian was a little embarrassed, she touched her earlobes, quickly selected two plain-colored materials, gave the money, and took the maid back.

In the evening, a team of guards came to the wine shop to search, and the leader was Lin Fan.

Seeing the old acquaintances, Zhuo Lian ordered the maid to take a few jars of yellow wine from the warehouse to entertain these officials. After drinking, Lin Fan spoke a little bit more than usual. He sighed and said: "The golden silk and soft armor is as thin as a cicada's wings, and when folded, it is not bigger than a fist. It’s still not easy."

"The Emperor is worthy of his heart, and he can always be found." Zhuo Lian said comfortingly.

Jun's order must not be violated. Even if he had anticipated a result of nothing, Lin Fan could not resist the order. After resting in the store for a while, he took his brothers and left.

It was the day of the palace banquet in a blink of an eye.

In order to facilitate work, Zhuo Lian wears mostly loose clothes, and the color is quite dull, otherwise it will be contaminated by alcohol and oil, and it will be troublesome to tidy up.

At this moment, she changed into a newly cut skirt, her slender waist was tied, and the outline of the curve was particularly obvious. Qingmei circled the woman twice, admiration overflowing from the bottom of her eyes.

"Master, slave and maid have lived for twenty years. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

Zhuo Lian glanced at her sideways, and said, "Since you got married, this little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter. Chi Zhong seems to be an honest person, so how can you teach you to be like this?"

Being teased by this, Qingmei's face was flushed red, and she did not say a word, bending over, carefully applying makeup to the woman. The lady's foundation is born well, and the skin is as delicate as crease, so there is no need to rub powder at all, just apply some rouge on the cheeks, and then trim the eyebrows.

Looking at the delicate and beautiful face in the bronze mirror, Qingmei was stunned for a long time before she was relieved. She couldn't help but slander: It would be a pity for a beautiful girl like the master to be a widow for a lifetime.

But she shouldn't let her say this, otherwise the rules would be broken, and Qingmei could only bear it secretly.

As soon as Zhuo Lian stepped out of the room, he saw Huan Shen waiting in the courtyard. This man was dressed in an official uniform, his face was as handsome as before, but he added a touch of calmness.

The two walked forward side by side, Zhuo Lian got into the car, and Huan Shen rode with him.

Walking all the way to the gate of the palace, there were more people around, and even a few familiar faces appeared.

Zhuo Lian got out of the car and walked to Fu Ningqing, looking at her slightly convex lower abdomen with a smile in his eyes, and jokingly said: "It's been four months now. Has the child troubled you?"

"No, she is like the boss, she is very well-behaved."

Fu Ningqing caught a glimpse of Huan Shen, a tall heroic hero, and then looked at his beautiful friend, a slight doubt arose in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "That's your uncle, right? He looks so handsome!"

She thought her voice was not high, but most martial arts practitioners were very clever, and Huan Shen secretly heard the content of the words clearly.

Seeing Junma's sullen face, Zhuo Lian was overwhelmed with joy. He squeezed Fu Ningqing's cheek and asked, "Then tell me, is it Huan Shenjun or Junma's birthright?"

Hearing this, Fu Ningqing looked back and forth several times, hesitated for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.

"It's better for my husband to look better. There is a scar on the cheek of Zhen Guo's cheek, which is broken."

Zhuo Lian turned his head, Xing's eyes stared at the broken man, a complex feeling surged in his chest. The sergeants who want to gain military merit on the battlefield must be fateful. Huan Shenneng must return all the way even if it is lucky. Those who are not lucky have long been turned into the bones of the riverside. The wife and child looked forward to each other day and night, but it was nothing.

"It can't be said like that, the scars are a symbol of their meritorious deeds, a manly man, what is it to be broken? It's better than lack of arms and legs."

Fu Ningqing felt that Sister Zhuo's words had some truth, and nodded in agreement: "It is true. There are also many scars, woooo..."

An Ling stretched out her hand to cover his wife's little mouth, lest she say anything that shouldn't be said.

At this moment, a few people entered the magnificent Star Picking Building, and only then did An Ling let go. As the men and women were sitting separately, Huan Shen stayed with him, Zhuo Lian and Fu Ningqing continued to walk forward, and then knelt down on the light blue futon, surrounded by female relatives, and there was a gust of fragrance.