Happy Marriage

The next day, An Sheng consciously changed into the Luo skirt that his grandmother gave him.

Today, I am going to the Dingguohou Mansion. Although An Sheng is a woman from an official family, this is the first time in his life that he has entered and exited such a high-level mansion.

She remembered what the old lady said last night, thinking that she should not be too shabby, and then be regarded as a servant girl, or, even the servant girl of Hou's mansion is inferior.

So she chose a bright yellow dandelion-colored corset dress, with the jade leaf golden cicada gifted by the old lady on her head, and wore two garlands of gardenias on her wrists. The lingering scent of late autumn gardenias.

The old lady was not too picky, she nodded with satisfaction, thinking that her hair accessories were too shabby. Two hollow gold hairpins inlaid with emeralds were placed between her hair.

She happily got off the carriage, jumped in the autumn sun in warm yellow, and floated to Leng Nanxian.

"Morning Master!"

An Sheng shook the dessert in his hand at Leng Nanxian, which was steaming hot, but couldn't hide the fragrance of gardenias in his sleeves. The slender fingertips were even more whitened by the gardenias.

Leng Nanxian frowned slightly, and suddenly turned a cold face: "I'm not hungry, you can eat by yourself."

An Sheng felt as if his hot face was suddenly attached to his cold butt, and he couldn't help but startled: "Why aren't you hungry?"

"If you're not hungry, you're not hungry, why do you need a reason?" Leng Nanxian was a little impatient: "Eat quickly, the horses and horses will come soon, don't delay the business."

An Sheng was a little disappointed, and suddenly felt as if he didn't have any appetite, and angrily took a bag of snacks and sold them for a thousand boats.

Qianzhou eats people with short mouths, takes people softly, and praises An Sheng one after another: "Miss An Sheng, you look really energetic in this outfit today, and you look like snowmen piled up in winter. There is a poem that says: How to say it, what is it called 'Looking back and smiling Bai Meisheng', that is all colorless."

An Sheng was amused with a "puchi" smile: "It really needs to be oiled on the mouth, and I can only listen to the words. It's rare that you praise me for the first time, except for the cooking skills."

Qianzhou wiped the oil from his mouth with the back of his hand, and said seriously: "To tell the truth, if you dress like this on weekdays, I am afraid that our medicine room will have more matchmakers than patients."

An Sheng's face was a little hot due to the praise, and he secretly glanced at Leng Nanxian from the corner of his eye.

Leng Nanxian snorted coldly: "So many snacks can't stop your mouth! It's rare to stay in the medicine house today, the weather is rare, remember to move all the books in the study out to dry, check carefully, are there any worms? "

Qianzhou was assigned to work, so he immediately lowered his face and whispered: "The autumn is cool, what day is the weather not good? When Miss Ansheng was here, I didn't see your assignment. It's rare for me to have good weather, and it's clearly biased."

Leng Nanxian's nose gave a "um", with a dangerous meaning: "What are you complaining about?"

Qianzhou hurriedly shook his head: "No, nothing. I just feel that today's weather is really rare, it's a once-in-a-lifetime."

An Sheng pursed his lips and snickered, and while Leng Nanxian was not paying attention, he pounded Qianzhou with his elbow: "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu, if the golden leaves are really exposed, don't take it alone? "

Qianzhou pouted at her: "I'm still in the mood to gloat at misfortune. Look at the face of the young master today. It's obviously as black as the bottom of Feng's pot. You have to be careful and ask for more blessings."

An Sheng glanced at Leng Nanxian again, and felt that Qian Zhou's words were reasonable: "Why did you provoke your son today?"

Qianzhou snorted coldly: "Don't rely on me, I've been doing fine just now, I still want to ask you."

An Sheng thought over and over again, as if he really did not provoke him. Could it be that the snacks he brought today did not suit his taste?

It must be, in the future, this kind of dessert will definitely not be bought.

The hooves of the horses were loud and the dust was flying at the door. There was a team of golden-clothed guards in front, followed by a flamboyant canopy carriage.

Don't ask, seeing such a big battle, you know that someone sent by Yu Jingyun must be here.

Such a group of people walking on the street, how can they not be looked at?

Sure enough, the leader turned down neatly from the horse's back, and it was the leader of the guards who stood at the door interrogating An Sheng and joking with her that day. Standing at the door of the yard, he cupped his hands at Leng Nanxian: "Leng Shenyi, my son-in-law sent a villain to pick you up to the mansion."

Leng Nanxian nodded indifferently, turned around and instructed An Sheng, "Put the medicine box and leave."

An Sheng obediently said "Oh", turned around and went into the room to find Leng Nanxian's agarwood medicine chest. I looked around and couldn't find it.

"Master, where's your medicine box?" An Sheng asked.

"How stupid!"

Leng Nanxian snorted softly, went straight into the room, picked up a log-colored box with a copper ring on the side of the case, and threw it into An Sheng's arms: "Bai Bai has such big eyes."

An Sheng fluttered his eyes, and weighed the medicine box in his arms. It was much lighter and no longer dead.

"Master, when did you change the medicine box?"

An Sheng raised his face and asked suspiciously.

"Just changed!"

Leng Nanxian spit out two words coldly, then turned around and went out.

An Sheng followed behind him, still couldn't help but wonder: "So why don't you use that medicine box? Agarwood is so precious and elegant."

Leng Nanxian suddenly stopped in his footsteps and turned around: "It seems that the original medicine box should be used, so you won't be so much nonsense if you just focus on gasping for breath."

An Sheng smiled "hee hee": "I'm just asking, this medicine box is better, you can see the texture, like the clouds and flowing water, and the golden thread shines, it is noble but not ostentatious, natural and restrained, and the master's The temperament is the perfect complement to each other.”

"The medical skills have not improved, but the flattering skills are first-class."

Leng Nanxian turned around and walked out of the yard, and went straight into the carriage.

An Shengxiang followed behind and put the medicine box on the carriage, only to realize that Yu Jingyun's carriage seemed to be taller than ordinary carriages, and there was no footrest. And she is petite, and it is a little difficult to climb up.

The guard commander had eyesight, and immediately stepped forward and stretched out an arm to An Sheng: "Let me help the girl."

An Sheng is no longer stubborn, lest he be clumsy and be seen as a joke. She was about to stretch out her hand when Leng Nanxian lifted the curtain of the car and showed an impatient face: "How come you don't come up yet?"

Leng Nanxian seems to be really wrong today, like a cannonball fight. So An Sheng didn't dare to talk back, so he could only explain honestly: "The carriage is too high, I can't climb up."

"I'm like a rice bucket every day, I eat a lot, but I don't grow tall, and I'm a coward."

Leng Nanxian teased while leaning over and extending a thin hand towards An Sheng.

The guards on the side pursed their lips and snickered when they heard Leng Nanxian teasing An Sheng.

An Sheng touched his nose embarrassingly, humiliating himself in front of others, but he didn't dare to return his mouth, and resignedly put his small white paw in Leng Nanxian's palm.

Leng Nanxian clenched her little hand, feeling soft and boneless, like holding a piece of smooth suet, just wanted to hold it for a while to see if he could melt it in his palm.

An Sheng sees Leng Nanxian's slender and well-proportioned hands holding pens and applying needles, flexible, skillful and graceful, thinking that it should also be soft, but who would think that the strength is great, firm and domineering, with a light pick, his toes repeat. With force, the whole body rose into the air and landed firmly on the carriage.

When An Sheng was still reluctant to part with that warm feeling of security, Leng Nanxian had already let go, picked up the medicine box, and sat back in the carriage.

An Shengxiang followed and sat in. The carriage was covered with scarlet long felts, the walls of the carriage were inlaid with luminous pearls the size of pigeon eggs, bookshelves, coffee tables, and tea stoves, all of which were well-equipped and ingeniously designed. Yan Ran is a small tea room, which makes An Sheng a little dazed.

"I always thought that Yu Shizi was just a martial artist, but I didn't expect to be so elegant."

Leng Nanxian hummed disdainfully, "It's just pretending to be arty, and what Yu Jingyun has in his stomach is probably only the few volumes of military formations."

An Sheng smiled "hee hee": "Master, do you and Yu Shizi have any unusual friendship?"

"Friendship?" Leng Nanxian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Where do you think we have friendship?"

"I feel like a arrogant person like Yu Shizi, every time you make fun of him, he is obviously very angry, but he can't get angry. If it wasn't for the old friendship, how could he be so jealous?"

"He went to the medicine house to show off his power and prestige. It was originally a loss, so naturally he couldn't be too presumptuous."

An Sheng nodded knowingly: "Actually, I think that Yu Shizi looks cold and unreasonable, but in fact, the essence is not bad."

Leng Nanxian was noncommittal and pursed his lips: "If you really want to worship him as your master, I won't stop you, master."

There is clearly a trace of fire.

An Sheng knew that in front of him he couldn't say good things about Yu Jingyun, not even a few words.

As Yu Jingyun said, Leng Nanxian's temper is very awkward. In his heart, he clearly felt that the Marquis of Dingguo Mansion was admirable, and Yu Jingyun also worked hard and made great achievements.

"An Sheng has never had such an idea. Master has wronged me."

She looked aggrieved and pitiful, and Leng Nanxian snorted softly and stopped talking.