Happy Marriage

When Meng Jinglun was a child, he often followed his mother to the Xia Mansion as a guest, and he remembered the two sisters An Ran Ansheng. Hearing this, there was a look of surprise: "An Sheng? How do you dress up? What are you doing in this brothel?"

An Sheng frowned slightly: "I took the risk of sneaking out of the house and came here to find you. My sister has something important to tell you."

"Looking for me? What's so urgent? But what's wrong with my family's etiquette, which doesn't suit her?"

Meng Jinglun was really kept in the dark, and the tight strings in An Sheng's heart loosened.

"It seems that Brother Meng doesn't know that my stepmother Li Daitaozong asked Ziwu to marry him?"

Meng Jinglun was confused and inexplicable.

An Sheng then told Meng Jinglun about the future in a low voice, and Meng Jinglun was filled with righteous indignation.

"It's so unreasonable! The person who has a marriage contract with me is obviously your sister, so why is the Xue family so biased? When I go back, I will tell my father and mother to know the theory that the Xue family has a good life with the scorpion-hearted Xue family. Her daughter is so cruel, she doesn't care. Sisterhood, I mean nothing to marry."

An Sheng thought that Meng's mother knew the inside story. After Meng Jinglun returned to the house, it was inevitable that he would have a dispute, and he didn't know who persuaded whom. Then he smiled, tilted his head and said to Meng Jinglun: "Brother Meng, An Sheng has a way. I wonder if you would like to be wronged and wronged yourself for the time being?"

Meng Jinglun laughed dumbly: "You are still so quirky, but it doesn't matter, what grievances can I have as a man?"

An Sheng lowered his voice more and more, leaned down, and whispered a few words.

Meng Jinglun instantly opened his eyes and smiled, nodding his head repeatedly.

"It's no wonder that you kept me on the ground just now and made a fuss about getting me into the carriage. I thought you were trying to blackmail me, but I didn't expect you to plan for it."

An Sheng blinked slyly: "I just had a seizure, and now I'm afraid that rumors have spread. What happens next can only be left to Brother Meng's plan."

Meng Jinglun secretly said in his heart that it was only an accident that he fell, but this future wife and sister can plan every step of the way. How meticulous is the thought?

It seems that this wife and sister will definitely not be provoked in the future.

The two made a careful plan, and the calculation was settled. An Sheng got off the carriage halfway and walked back to the Xia Mansion in a hurry. It was already past dinner time. The red light at the door was shining brightly, as bright as day, the guests had already dispersed, and the mansion was still busy with people coming in and out.

An Sheng hid himself in the shadow of the lamp and glanced around. The concierge was sitting on the door tassel eating tea, guarding the door. She was a little worried about how to sneak into the mansion without being discovered by the concierge.

She was a little anxious about her sister, An Ran. She had always been honest, but the cunning old lady Lian had debunked her trick of getting out of the golden cicada and told the Xue family to know.

She Xia Ansheng was very good at making trouble, and she was not afraid of Xia Ziwu's humiliation. An Ran loves her to the bottom of her bones, and every time she faces Xue's punishment, she takes it all on herself, and listens to the scolding. An Sheng felt sorry for himself, and all the sharp edges and corners of his body were sharpened like this.

She was worried that things would be exposed, and An Ran was punished again. She was so anxious that she couldn't find a good time, just like a hot pot of ants.

Across the street, there were cars and cars, and a tall oil-blue-carved carriage was parked at the gate of the Xia Mansion. The driver put down the footstool, the curtains were lifted, and a girl with a weak willow and wind came down from the car. Hao stretched his wrist into the carriage and helped the next old lady with white hair.

When An Sheng saw it, he was instantly elated.

It was none other than the old lady of the Xia family, An Sheng's grandmother, the old lady. Mrs. Qi has two sons under her knees. The eldest son, the uncle of the Xia family, worships Zuo Shaoqing of Dali Temple. She has been raised in the eldest son's house on weekdays.

The one who got off the car in front of him was the youngest daughter, Xia Anzheng, whom the uncle of the Xia family loved the most.

Mrs. Qi didn't want to see the Xue family. If there was a commotion tomorrow, she could not cover the sky with one hand.

The concierge had already flown into the mansion to report, and Xia Yuanwai and Xue Shi immediately rushed out of the mansion and greeted him on their knees.

After two or three words of greetings, the group turned around and entered the mansion.

She kept her head down, staring at her toes, and as soon as she entered the gate, she swerved, trying to sneak back to her yard through the wall.

Xue's eyes were sharp, and she found her as soon as she turned around and ordered the preparation of tea, and she was about to scold her with a frown.

"An Sheng? How are you here? Don't you have typhoid fever and rest in bed?"

Xue Shi's words made An Sheng stop, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief while his heart suddenly tightened. It seems that An Ran has cleverly dealt with the past.

She raised her face, bowed to Mrs. Xue and Mrs. Qi Yingying, and said obediently: "Suddenly I heard that my grandmother was coming, and she was overjoyed, so she immediately greeted her. She only remembered that she had a cold when she was in front of her, so she could only follow from a distance. Kowtow to greet you, don't dare to approach."

Xue Shi looked her up and down suspiciously: "How do you dress up, what style does it look like?"

An Sheng took a step back timidly and murmured softly: "It was just a moment ago that I was sweating all over my body. I couldn't wait when I went out. I took it from the side and put it on my body. I didn't even notice that it was the girls' dresses."

When Mrs. Qi saw An Sheng, she stepped forward and patted the top of her head with a pleasant face: "An Sheng has been so successful, it's rare for her to be filial, so you shouldn't be so pretentious and scold her. If you want to teach your daughter, just close the door and reprimand her. , don't look at my old wife."

Except for her elder sister, it has been a long time since no one has treated her with such kindness. An Sheng suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart, blinking his eyes, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Thank you grandmother, An Sheng is reckless."

With the obvious choking in her voice, Mrs. Qi's heart was suddenly bumped.

Mrs. Xue clearly felt Mrs. Qi's disapproval of her, so she humbly snorted and reprimanded An Sheng, the culprit: "Since you know that you have typhoid fever, why don't you hurry up and avoid it? What are you doing here?"

An Sheng lowered his eyebrows, bid farewell to Mrs. Qi, and returned to the yard in a hurry.

Seeing the dark sky, An Ran was eagerly waiting. Seeing An Sheng swaggering back from the front yard in the distance, he was startled.

Madam Lian stared at her in surprise: "When did the second miss leave the yard? How come the old slave doesn't know?"

An Sheng took his stance and made a pretence: "I heard that my grandmother was coming, so I ran out to meet her, and my mother didn't blame her. Do you want to report back to you?"

Even the old woman was teased, and she was once again accused of her shortcomings, and she obediently retreated.

The two sisters returned to the room hand in hand, An Sheng lifted the tent, reached out and carefully picked up the hedgehog from under the quilt and threw it under his feet.

"It seems that there was no surprise today, and it was successfully perfunctory."

"Thanks to your alertness." An Ran couldn't wait to ask, "Why did you go for so long?"

An Sheng didn't give a shit, winked at An Ran proudly: "It's done."

Then he told An Ran what happened just now in detail, and the words were vivid and vivid.

An Ran is sometimes happy, sometimes worried, and her mood is like waves, with ups and downs. After waiting for An Sheng to pause for a while, he asked anxiously and shyly, "He, is his injury serious?"

An Sheng said lightly: "It's just a little skin trauma. If you take care of tomorrow's life, my sister will put 120 hearts on it."

An Ran was teased, her face flushed, and she let out a soft "Bah".