Chang’an’s First Beauty

In the early morning two days later, drums played at the entrance of Luyuan, and a sedan with several red flowers tied to it stopped at the front entrance.

According to the customs of the Jin Dynasty, even if it was a concubine, Lang Jun should walk with the concubine, but when Fuman was sent over, only he and her grandmother.

Lu Yan is not beside her.

Stepping into Luyuan, Fuman was stunned. He had seen riches, but he had never seen such riches.

Here is so big, how can she check?

She was led by a little fellow and walked slowly across the bluestone road. When passing by Chunxi Hall, she happened to hear the laughter coming from inside, thoughtfully.

Here is the main courtyard.

In the end, she was taken to Dongliyuan, the northernmost part of Luyuan.

Fuman counted the time before he walked all the way, and his heart was half cold.

Luyuan occupies a lot of land, Lang Jun arranged her to such a cheap land, it seems that she did not intend to accept herself.

Entering the inner room, Fuman sighed again and again.

Sitting in front of the makeup maid, she said to Grandma Liu: "Mammy, you can pick me up a little bit. I want to say hello to the one who lives in the main yard." Fuman spoke very slowly.

Grandma Liu said: "This is what the lady is doing, and the host is not living in the main yard, but it is just a concubine like the lady, why should you..."

Before Grandma Liu finished, Fuman interrupted her, and slowly said: "Mammy, you'll clean it up for me. I will see her sooner or later, I don't want to call Lang Jun that I have no rules." ."

Grandma Liu sighed, this little lady is good everywhere, it is this temper, it is really nothing special.

After all, the pick-up in her mouth was not about dressing up, but about decorating.

I have to say that Fuman was actually born very beautiful, charming, silky, and smiling, all with a wave of swagger.

At first glance it was the most unpopular face in the woman's pile.

If there is anything wrong with her, it may be that her skin color is not so white, but it looks a little exotic.

The mother-in-law of Feudan Fuman told her early in the morning that a face like her must not be makeupd and powdered, and she walked under the golden beads to see her mother.

Although "Qin Yao" is not the mother of the Wei family, but now she is still the person she wants to please.

Grandma Liu gave her the simplest hair bun, and then said: "Little girl is amazingly beautiful, even if she doesn't paint anything, she can compare others."

Fuman looked at himself in the bronze mirror gradually, and muttered, "I'm not afraid of anything else. I'm afraid that Lang Jun has guarded me from the beginning. If I can't find anything, how can I make a difference?"

Grandma Liu sighed and said: "As long as Master Zhao is there, even if Lang Jun is guarded against you, he will not teach you to stay alone." According to Liu Ma, as long as Lang Jun is willing to enter her The yard, the one who accepted her, is sooner or later.

After all, who is involuntarily in this world?

Only when you have sentiment can you be considerate.

Grandma Liu took the wooden comb and arranged for Fuman to take care of her sideburns and said, "If you want me to say, the little lady shouldn't worry too much. When Lang Jun has a relationship with you in the future, you won't be worried anymore, and Master Zhao also said. As long as you are pregnant, you don’t have to send any news anymore, your brother can naturally..."

This is where Zhao Chong is the most powerful. He threatened Fuman to help him star at the landing feast, and gave Fuman hope again.

Fuman closed his eyes in pain, slowly got up, went out, and came to Chunxitang along the path that he had just walked through.

Tang Yue just cleaned in front of the hospital. When he saw such a person in front of him, he couldn't help but stunned and said: "The slave-servant has seen her aunt."

"The concubine is here to meet Aunt Qin." Fuman said softly.

Tang Yue was stiff and could not turn back, because Shizi Ye gave instructions not to let anyone disturb Shen.

But the person in front of her, she can't offend, she can only lie with a smile and said: "Aunt Qin feels cold, it is really inconvenient..."

Fuman smiled bitterly, "The concubine understood." It seems that she was rejected.

——

After Fuman left, Tang Yue returned to the west side of Chunxi Hall.

She saw that Shen Zhen was standing upright, raising pen and writing, and opened her mouth, but she still didn't say anything about Cai Cai.

In Tangyue's eyes, most of the time, Shen Shen looks like a child. When Grandpa is away, she writes and writes in the study alone.

These bad things, she is still waiting to tell the grandfather.

In this box, Lu Yan did not return to the house all day.

As soon as he got five shops from Zhao Chong, he immediately found an acre of land and began to build a wine cellar and wine trough.

This may sound like no difficulty, but the construction of a wine cellar alone is a major project.

Whether the wine is fragrant is not only determined by the grain and water quality, but also whether the wine cellar can be isolated from sunlight and kept dry.

He hired dozens of craftsmen to build walls outside the wine cellar, repeatedly pouring with cement and filling it carefully.

Over the past two days, he has been rushing to work almost day and night.

When Yang Zong was young, he followed the landing banquet. When he saw his master being so irritable, he knew that Shiziye's patience would soon be exhausted by these bureaucrats in Yangzhou.

At three o'clock in the morning, the night was thick, and Lu Yan stooped into the carriage.

Xu Yu, he lifted the curtain and said to Yang Zong: "Isn't there any news about the skinny horse?"

Yang Zong whispered: "Master, that Fu girl's name book, sale contract, and nothing is true. The subordinates suspect that Fu Man is not her real name at all, and she is not from Yangzhou."

Lu Yan recalled her face, indeed, that facial contour, and the deliberately slowed down speed, did not even look like a Chinese...

He glanced at the outside of the carriage, and he developed an intuition out of thin air. It took a long time to say: "She is not only from Yangzhou, it is very likely that she came from the Western Region."

——

Lu Yan frowned, stepped on Xingyue and returned to Luyuan.

Standing in front of the stable, Yang Zong watched his owner go straight to Chunxitang without any surprise.

Lu Yan walked into the yard and saw the quiet surroundings, the lights were all turned off, could not help but thin lips slightly pursed.

He reached out and pushed the door of the inner room.

She curled up and looked like she was asleep.

Lu Yan ran for a whole day, already exhausted, he looked at her back, pulled her front, and took off her clothes.

He subconsciously thought she was deliberately pretending to sleep, so she pinched her throat knot and coughed twice.

The man's cough suddenly sounded, and Shen Zhenan's small hand flicked, and he quickly opened his eyes.

She lay prone on Daisy's satin and rubbed her eyes. Her clothes were loose and loose, and her muscles were half exposed. She looked at the man staring at her in confusion.

His eyes were dull, and he didn't look angry, but Shen Zhen saw the dark fire inside.

She sat up quickly.

Just about to call him Master, he changed his mouth, "Yeah."

After listening to her change of title, Lu Yan raised her hand and poured herself a glass of water.

He picked up the cup without hurrying, gazing at her while drinking, his throat slipping inch by inch.

The more she looked at her, the clearer he looked.

She didn't pretend to be sleepy and sleepy.

Shen Zhen thought that his moody temper was coming up again and had to walk under his shoes to his side.

After thinking for a while, which pot was not opened, which one was not opened, "Why are you back here? But Aunt Man, made you angry?"

When the words fell, Lu Yan's fingers secretly exerted force, and the edge of the cup suddenly shattered.

Seeing that his thumb was bleeding, Shen Zhen quickly turned around and lit the lamp, took the Zhang Lu towel, and wiped it gently.

He remained silent.

The dim and soft light reflected on her face, and her long eyelashes flickered with her flowing eyes.

Shen Zhen looked up and asked him, "Does it hurt?" Her eyes were clear, and there was no impurity.

Lu Yan shoved her hand away.

Her eyes were full of doubts, and no doubt wanted to ask him what was wrong.

But what he wanted to ask, he couldn't say a word.