Happy Marriage

An Sheng was very nervous about going to see Leng Nanxian's father.

He kept tossing and turning until midnight before falling asleep.

Leng Nanxian changed her body to become the current head of Jiangnan's Leng family, which she did not expect.

She was ready to eat and drink with Leng Nanxiantan and live in poverty, but a gold ingot suddenly fell from the sky, smashing her into a daze.

Does this count as picking up a golden tortoise-in-law?

However, with such a prominent family background, would his father miss his daughter-in-law?

He couldn't help but remember that when he was in the Hou Mansion, when Mrs. Hou looked at her, she made no secret of her contempt and disdain. This deeply stabbed An Sheng's self-esteem.

In this hierarchical society, although he is now the young lady of the Shilang's mansion, An Sheng does not feel any sense of superiority.

After all, Leng Nanxian is too good.

Although the status of merchants in the Chang'an Dynasty was also low, the Leng family was the first family in Jiangnan, and it was rich enough to rival the country. This was the wealth that many people dreamed of.

Moreover, according to what Leng Nanxian said, his father was also the minister of the humerus in the court.

In addition, my master can earn money, heal diseases, and be happy to be born. In comparison, I am nothing, and I am simply ashamed.

She has been worrying about gains and losses, and when she woke up the next day, she was still timid.

Sister Feng came in with a smile, holding a set of Xinluo skirts in her hands, which An Sheng could recognize at a glance, it was Liu Yunjin, a time-honored brand of Leng's family.

"Miss Ansheng is already awake?"

An Sheng nodded: "You make me so nervous."

Sister Feng smiled and said, "What are you nervous about? My master has always been approachable. The people in the house are simple, and he is the only one who lives alone. I have been eagerly waiting for my son to bring you back. Today I finally got my wish, and I will be happy when I think about it."

An Sheng said uneasily: "I have only read poetry and books since I was a child. I heard that my uncle is a great scholar full of knowledge, so I was a little scared."

Sister Feng didn't tease her, she said to herself, "When an ugly daughter-in-law sees her parents-in-law, she is naturally anxious. You know, when Sister Feng and I met my parents-in-law for the first time, I was greeted by those seven aunts and eight aunts as soon as I entered the house. Surrounded by them, they pointed at me one by one and made comments. When you were young, Sister Feng, I was so bold and thick-skinned that I broke out in cold sweat."

When Mrs. Feng said this, An Sheng was frightened and fidgeted: "Really? What are you talking about?"

"There are all kinds of discussions. Some people say that my skin is not white enough, and my hands and feet are too big; some people say that I have a big butt, which is good for fertility; some people say that I look like a rough and ambitious person. The house is full of elders, so I can't have a seizure. I can only listen with a flushed face and head hooked."

"And then?" An Sheng asked.

"Later," Mrs. Feng dragged her end: "The house was too crowded, and a purlin that supported his attic was squeezed crooked. The weather in the south of the Yangtze River was turbulent, and two bags of grain and rice stored in the attic rolled down. The following happens to be two dolls burying their heads and grabbing fruit to eat.

Everyone was just calling out, but I was quick with my eyes and hands. I stepped forward in two steps, caught a bag in one hand, and then threw it back and reinforced the purlin. As a result, there was an instant silence in the room, and everyone was dumbfounded. Only the short-lived man in my family didn't change his face. "

An Sheng made a joke to Mrs. Feng, swept away the nervousness of Shicai.

Sister Feng continued: "I almost grew up watching my son. This child is tired and has a lot of worries, so many words are kept in his heart, his feelings are introverted, and he doesn't like to say it out. He has fallen in love with you for a long time. , just didn't notice it.

Do you know that in the days when you and Shizi Yu were intimate after the new year, my son has been lingering on the sickbed, not thinking about tea and dinner, feeling unhappy, and throwing all his anger on himself, Qianzhou and I were so anxious that we wanted to hit the wall.

Now that he is finally healed, he has got what he wanted, and he is afraid that he will wake up laughing if he is dreaming. I don't know how happy my master is when he sees you. Besides, I've seen each other for a long time, what are you worried about? "

"Have you seen each other?" An Sheng couldn't help but think of Guan Hetian's mother pretending to be a poor peasant woman to come to see each other, and his face was embarrassed.

Sister Feng smiled mysteriously and didn't answer: "You'll know when you see my master in a while."

Leng Nanxian coughed lightly in the outer yard, and Sister Feng laughed and joked: "I'm afraid I'm in a hurry."

An Sheng had already changed into a Luo skirt, and Sister-in-law Feng disturbed her two childish buns, re-combed them, put them on the top of her head, pressed the hairpin on her temples, and applied a little grease. Fang Cai said contentedly, "My family's An Sheng is pure and clean, full of aura, just the icing on the cake is enough to amaze all four."

An Sheng was puffed up by the praise, and was dragged out by Mrs. Feng. After having breakfast, he couldn't help being ridiculed a few times, and then he got into the carriage outside the medicine house.

Uncle Leng was naturally familiar with the road, walking through the market, swinging his whip happily, and stopped in front of a house after a short walk.

"Sir, it's already here."

Leng Nanxian has been holding An Sheng's hand tightly, An Sheng's palm is wet and sweaty, obviously nervous.

Hearing Uncle Leng's words, Leng Nanxian let go of her smooth little hand, lifted the curtain of the car, jumped out of the carriage, and then turned around and stretched out his hand towards her.

An Sheng raised his face and glanced at it first, and saw that it was not the mansion high courtyard he imagined, but a courtyard with Jiangnan style, blue bricks and green tiles, weeping willows Yiyi, and an acacia tree planted at the door, which was blooming pink and tender. Clusters, like small umbrellas, crowded together, held up into a soft red cloud, which seemed to be able to ride the wind away at any time.

Seeing that the door was not strict, An Sheng couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief and got off the carriage.

Leng Nanxian held her hand and pointed to the courtyard: "My house in Jiangnan is also like this. The acacia tree at the door was brought by my father from Jiangnan."

An Sheng couldn't help but pay more attention.

When the concierge saw Leng Nanxian's carriage, he immediately opened the door of the house and greeted him happily: "Young Master is back?"

Leng Nanxian nodded: "Is my father here?"

"I'm here!" The porter said eagerly: "Master just came back from the court and is having breakfast. I'll go in and report."

Leng Nanxian waved his hand: "No need, we can go in by ourselves."

Leading An Sheng straight in.

Along the road, there were servants from the mansion. When they saw Leng Nanxian and An Sheng coming in hand in hand, they all greeted him happily, then looked at An Sheng secretly and guessed her identity.

An Sheng suddenly understood what Mrs. Feng said this morning, "Looking at monkeys", and always felt that those people's eyes had other deep meanings, making him feel embarrassed.

She lowered her head, looked around in embarrassment, and gently wrestled the hand that was clenched by Leng Nanxian.

Leng Nanxian didn't care at all, on the contrary, there was a smug smile on the corner of his lips, and his face was full of energy.

He led An Sheng straight to the dining room, stopped the servant from reporting back, and pushed the door directly in.

Then, his feet stopped involuntarily, and the hand holding An Sheng suddenly tightened.

In the inner hall, there was only an old man with half-white hair sitting alone with his back, dressed in grey and cloth, looking extremely cold and lonely.

The old man coughed twice, without turning his head: "Instruct the kitchen, don't bother, I really don't have much appetite, a bowl of clear porridge is enough."

There was a hint of exhaustion and hoarseness in his voice.

Leng Nanxian's Adam's apple rolled, with a choked sob: "Father!"

The old man was shocked and turned around happily: "Nanxian!"

An Sheng's heart couldn't help but twitch, and he had the urge to flee.

The old man inside is none other than the current Grand Master Shen!

An Sheng has seen it twice. The first time she was in the medicine house, she plausibly insisted, and even sewed the old man's sleeves with an axe.

The second time, at the gate of the palace, when I was waiting for Yu Jingyun, I was whipped by Ling Luobing who heard the news, and it was Taishi Shen who helped him out. And after leaving the palace, she was sent to the medicine house.

Twice, it seems a bit embarrassing.

Yesterday, Leng Nanxian clearly told himself that his original surname was Shen, but why didn't he take it to heart and guessed it long ago?

An Sheng covered half of his face with his sleeves, and the little hand resting in Leng Nanxian's palm also struggled twice.

Leng Nanxian seemed to have had a hunch for a long time, so he held it tightly: "Dad, I'll bring An Sheng to see you."

Shen Taishi's gaze jumped from Leng Nanxian to An Sheng's face, who was so ashamed, and then took a look at the clasped hands of the two, and he naturally understood.

"Okay! Come in quickly, come in."

Shen Taishi, who has always been eloquent, was somewhat incoherent and obviously excited.

Leng Nanxian dragged An Sheng into the inner hall.

An Sheng's face was flushed red, and he secretly squeezed Leng Nanxian's hand.

He even hid it, deliberately didn't tell himself, and made himself embarrassed today!

Leng Nanxian smiled "hehe" and looked at her dotingly: "An Sheng, this is my father, don't I need to introduce it?"

An Sheng glared at him angrily, then smiled shyly: "Hello, uncle, last time, An Sheng didn't know, it was too abrupt."

Shen Taishi smiled heartily, and his face suddenly glowed with a different brilliance: "Good boy, uncle finally expects Nanxian to lead you back to the house. Can you have breakfast?"

An Sheng was about to nod his head when Leng Nanxian shook his head and said, "No."

"Well, then accompany father to eat a little more."

Leng Nanxian nodded: "An Sheng can eat, make more."

An Sheng secretly stepped on him with his toes, leaving a small toe mark on his boots.

Shen Taishi smiled and hurriedly ordered to go on. It was as if in an instant, the quiet house was buzzing with laughter and laughter everywhere.

All kinds of snacks came in, and the cook took out his housekeeping skills.

There were hills in the bowl in front of An Sheng.

An Sheng glanced at Leng Nanxian with a sullen face, secretly slandering in his heart. She didn't eat too much breakfast in the medicine house because she was nervous, but she couldn't eat like this, right?

Shen Taishi was delighted and ate several soup dumplings one after another.

Leng Nanxian then asked with concern: "I just came in and heard you cough, but you are not feeling well?"

Taishi Shen shook his head: "It's okay, but the envoys from Xiliang came to Chang'an these few days to accompany me for a few banquets. The Marquis of Dingguo got into trouble with me again, greedily drank a few cups and coughed a little."