Happy Marriage

Leng Nanxian raised his hand, but touched her hair: "Your outfit today is very unique, why did you suddenly remember to apply grease and powder?"

An Sheng only felt that Leng Nanxian's smile was a little weird, which made her feel uncomfortable, so she shrank her neck unconsciously.

"It's just a whim."

"Really?" Leng Nanxian looked at her with a smile, and said with inquiry: "I thought it was a woman who pleases herself."

An Sheng blinked, and then he was a little shy, and he lowered his head: "Did Master suddenly find it pretty?"

Leng Nanxian looked at the little blush that was quietly burning on her cheek, and just thought that she was really in her mind, and felt like a fish bone was choked in her heart, and she snorted coldly from the end of her nose: "It's pretty safe. of."

An Sheng was stunned for a moment, before he realized what this "very safe" meant.

She slumped her shoulders, and pouted her lips sourly: "I'm clumsy, naturally no one else can dress up, Pingting and graceful, I'm too weak, Master gave me a wet handkerchief, facing others' faces full of powder, Born to be reluctant to give up.”

"What did you say?" Leng Nanxian narrowed his eyes and looked at An Sheng dangerously.

It's just a question of illness. The two have closed the door for so long, what is it that they are not reluctant to part?

But An Sheng seemed to be annoyed when he saw Leng Nanxian, so he didn't dare to be stubborn: "I said, I said I would put a handkerchief on Master and wipe his face."

"What do you do with your face? It's not hot and sweaty."

An Sheng raised his face and smiled "hee hee": "Because it's too scary for you to have a black face all the time, what if you could wipe it white?"

Thirty-six strategies are the best, and without waiting for Leng Nanxian to react, she smeared oil on the soles of her feet and slipped away.

Leng Nanxian clenched his hand and let it go, a sigh of relief in his heart, he couldn't get up, he couldn't get down, and he couldn't get sick again. He gritted his teeth and said, "A string is missing!"

She shrugged and pretended to turn a deaf ear. How could she dare to look back? I just don't understand which string is missing in my head?

Dingguohoufu.

Yu Jingyun leaned on the Taishi chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and held a plate of agate raisins in his hand.

He stretched out his hand and took one off, flicking his finger, and dropping the grape into his mouth without error.

A small servant moved around in front of him, using a lotus leaf plate to catch the grape seeds he spit out.

Two little girls with drooping hair stood in the middle of the room, holding the portrait in their hands, slowly unfolding them, and erecting them to show him.

A person who looked like a manager stood across from him respectfully, and introduced the slender girl in the portrait to Yu Jingyun.

The steward has a bright tongue and a lotus, and brags that the girl in the painting is like a fairy in the Jade Pond, Xishi Diaochan.

In just two days, the Dingguo Marquis Mansion swept over half of the capital.

The current prince concubine, the future prince and wife of Hou Ye, has a prestigious position and powerful power, and it will not be changed for a current concubine.

What's more, Yu Jingyun's appearance is extraordinary, and he is splendid, so many girls in the boudoir will never forget it at first sight.

In the court hall, all the girls who are waiting for the girl in the boudoir are eager to try it.

What if the status is low? Even if you don't become a prince concubine, if you get into the eyes of the prince, being a concubine is a good thing that shines on the lintel.

Like snowflakes, he entered the Hou Mansion, and the guards at the gate all made a small fortune. I just wish that the prince could choose the prince and concubine every day.

There are thick stacks on the table, or sitting and playing the qin, or dancing in surprise, or flowers, or low eyebrows and smiles.

Even the manager was dazzled.

Yu Jingyun raised his eyebrows slightly: "How many silver taels did this family give you in private? Looking at your nonsense, I'm afraid you forgot your surname."

The steward smiled embarrassedly, and didn't hide it: "Master Shizi is really insightful, observant, and can't hide anything from you. It's just a gold ingot, and it's hard to avoid saying a few words when you are soft-handed."

After speaking, he quickly waved his hand: "Next, next."

The two little girls had to continue to change to the next one.

"This prince chooses the prince, but you are fat."

The steward gave a flattering smile, and quickly changed the subject: "The Prime Minister's daughter, Yue Kexin, is eighteen years old. She has read poetry and prose, and can write poetry in seven steps.

Yu Jingyun glanced at the portrait, and with a "pop", he spat out a grape seed, which was right between the eyebrows of the beauty in the portrait: "It's her, she is the right match, and her face is full of heroic spirit, which is just right for the prince of this world. Put it aside for now and wait for my final decision."

When the steward saw that the prince was finally gracious, he fell in love with one, rubbed his hands excitedly, took the portrait from the hands of the two little girls, and carefully put it aside.

Continue to the next one, the prince does not lift his eyelids.

The little servant couldn't help being curious, and stood on tiptoe admiring the beauty. He was fascinated for a while, but Yu Jingyun didn't catch the grape seeds that Yu Jingyun suddenly spit out and fell to the ground.

Yu Jingyun stretched out his finger and flicked, and a raisin blossomed between the little servant's eyebrows, and the juice splashed everywhere.

"Is it my choice, or do you choose?"

The little servant was so frightened that he fell to his knees on the ground: "Shizi, spare your life, Shizi, spare your life."

Yu Jingyun snorted softly: "Look at your prospects? You can't live up to your expectations, and I will look for such a handsome daughter-in-law for you."

It seems that the prince is not really angry, the servant is relieved, and secretly wipes a cold sweat: "The villain dare not hope."

Yu Jingyun was in a rare mood and glared at him sideways: "What can't you think about? These women just have a good pair of skins.

Yu Jingyun narrowed his eyes, and involuntarily a quirky face appeared in front of him. He sighed in his heart, my family An Sheng can help me cook a meal anyway, and it is not a little bit better than them.

Seeing that Yu Jingyun closed his eyes, the steward was not interested at all, and beckoned the two little maids to replace one.

The steward glanced at the seal on the scroll, his voice was clear and a little dry, and his voice was meaningful: "This is the daughter of Xia Yunhai, the servant of the household, ranked second, with her boudoir name An Sheng, sixteen years old, and good-looking. virtuous, virtuous and intelligent"

Yu Jingyun had already stood up in surprise, looked at the portrait, and with a "poof", the raisins that had just been thrown into his mouth jumped out of his mouth, bounced on the ground twice, and rolled under the table. .

The little servant didn't receive it again, and after he missed, he gave Yu Jingyun a timid look.

Yu Jingyun's eyes widened until he finally burst out laughing, leaning back and forth with laughter.

"Who did this?"

The servant still couldn't hold back, glanced secretly, and was instantly stunned.

The manager didn't know why, he turned around and looked at it, and he was instantly dumbfounded.

The girl in the portrait has the word "King" painted on her forehead, three beards on her cheeks, and a pair of big watery eyes, just like a little tiger.

"Well, this portrait was still fine when it was delivered, how did it become like this in a blink of an eye?"

The two little girls were also inexplicable.

Instead of being angry, Yu Jingyun laughed extraordinarily jubilantly: "This must be because that little girl doesn't want to get married, so she deliberately doodles like this."

There was a light snort from outside the house: "Brother Jingyun also thinks of Xia Ansheng too pure. She wants to climb up the Hou residence and try to seduce you. How can she miss such a good opportunity?"

As soon as Yu Jingyun heard this voice, he knew who came uninvited, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled proudly.

"What are you doing here while you're not embroidering in your Prince Rui's mansion?"

The door curtain was lifted, and Ling Luobing walked in angrily: "Brother Jingyun doesn't seem to like me coming?"

Yu Jingyun rubbed his chin: "I don't dare to say yes. You are here just in time, help me choose a favorite to be Sister-in-law Jingyun."

Ling Luobing glanced at An Sheng's portrait: "Is there still a choice? Didn't Brother Jingyun like this Xia Ansheng?"

Yu Jingyun was taken aback for a moment: "You mean this little girl with milk in her milk?"

Ling Luobing nodded, and said yin and yang strangely: "You like her. Now most of the people in the capital know that I can hear calluses in my ears."

Yu Jingyun looked at the portrait up and down: "You don't need to say, after you reminded me like this, this little girl will open up in the future, maybe it's really pretty."

Ling Luobing became angry, took a step forward, took An Sheng's portrait over, and tore it to pieces: "What's so good about this poor girl? What qualifications does she have to be a concubine?"

Yu Jingyun's face was innocent, and he rubbed his lips: "I didn't say I wanted to choose her. You said it yourself, why did you go back on your word?"

"I" Ling Luobing twisted his body: "I just hate this woman anyway!"

Yu Jingyun pointed at her nose and laughed, "Did you add the beard on this portrait?"

Ling Luobing humbly admitted: "I added it. Her Xia family is too shameless, and even sent all the portraits of her three daughters into the Hou's residence, gaining power and using any means. If it weren't for that Mrs. Xia I'm already old and fading, and I'm afraid I can't wait to get dressed up."

Yu Jingyun raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked the steward, "Where are the portraits of the other two daughters of the Xia family? Let the prince take a look."

There is no need to rummage, the portraits of Xia Zixian and Xia Ziwu are on top of this thick stack of portraits.

The two girls each held a pair and showed Yu Jingyun a look.

Yu Jingyun leaned over half of his body, couldn't take his eyes off it, and said with great interest, "Don't tell me, even though Xia An didn't grow up well, her younger sister was born bright and beautiful. That's it, this one seems to be the third of the Xia family. Miss? Just her, take it out and put it there."

The steward responded happily, took the portrait of Xia Ziwu and placed it side by side with the portrait of Yue Kexin.

"They are just a small servant man's house, how can they be worthy of you?" Ling Luobing was immediately anxious.

Yu Jingyun said indifferently: "Even if I can't be a concubine of the world, it is more than enough to be a concubine. I naturally need to consider the candidates for the concubine of the world."

Ling Luobing walked forward, glanced at the portraits of Yue Kexin and others, and said angrily, "Yue Kexin actually came to join in the fun?"