In the early morning two days later, drum music was played at the entrance of Luyuan Garden, and a sedan chair with several big red flowers tied up stopped at the main entrance.
According to the custom of the Jin Dynasty, even if it is a concubine, Lang Jun should accompany the concubine to walk through the scene, but when Fu Man was sent over, there were only herself and her concubine.
Lu Yan was not by her side.
Stepping into Luyuan, Fuman was stunned. He had seen rich people, but he had never seen such rich people.
This place is so big, how can she check it
She was led by a servant and walked slowly along the bluestone road. When she passed the Chunxi Hall, she happened to hear the laughter from inside, and she was thoughtful.
This is the main house.
In the end, she was taken to the northernmost part of Luyuan, Dongliyuan.
Fuman counted the time he had just walked all the way, and his heart was half cold.
Luyuan occupies a large area, and Lang Jun arranged her to such a cheap place, it seems that he does not intend to accept himself.
Entering the inner room, Fuman sighed again and again.
She sat in front of the makeup and said to Madam Liu, "Mammy, please help me a little. I want to go and say hello to the one who lives in the main courtyard." Fu Man spoke very slowly.
Madam Liu said, "What are you doing, Madam? That person living in the main courtyard is not the mistress of the house, but just the same concubine as Madam. Why do you need to..."
Before Madam Liu could finish speaking, Fu Man interrupted her and said slowly: "Mammy, you can clean it up for me, I want to see her sooner or later, I don't want to make Lang Jun think that I have no rules. ."
Madam Liu sighed, this little lady is good everywhere, but this temperament is really uncharacteristic.
After all, the grooming in her mouth was not meant to dress up, but to decorate.
I have to say that Fu Man is actually very beautiful, with charming eyes like silk, graceful and graceful, with a frown and a smile, all with a swagger.
At first glance, it is the most unwelcome face among women.
If there is a fault in her, it is probably that her complexion is not so white, and she looks more exotic.
The grandmother who trained Fu Man had told her early in the morning that with a face like hers, she must never put on makeup and go to see her mistress with golden beads.
Although "Qin Rao" is not the mistress of the Wei family, she is still the person she wants to please.
Madam Liu gave her the simplest bun, and then said, "Little lady's beauty is amazing, even if she doesn't draw anything, she can still compare to others."
Fuman looked at himself in the bronze mirror and murmured, "I'm not afraid of anything else, I'm just afraid that Langjun will guard me from the beginning. If I can't inquire about anything, how should I deal with it?"
Mammy Liu sighed and said, "As long as Lord Zhao is there, even if Lord Lang is on guard against you, he will not teach you to keep the empty room alone." In Mamma Liu's opinion, as long as Lord Lang is willing to enter her house The yard, the person who accepts her, is a matter of time.
After all, in this world, who can't help themselves
Only when there is love can there be understanding.
Madam Liu took the wooden comb and straightened Fu Man's temples, saying, "If you want me to tell you, little lady doesn't have to worry too much, when Lang Jun develops affection for you in the future, it will not be too late for you to worry, and Master Zhao also said it. As long as you are pregnant, little lady, there is no need to spread the news, and your brother will naturally be able to…”
This is Zhao Chong's greatest strength. While threatening Fuman to help him stare at Lu Yan, he also gave Fuman hope.
Fuman closed his eyes in pain, got up slowly, went out, and walked along the road he just walked to Chunxi Hall.
Tangyue was just cleaning in front of the courtyard. When she saw such a person in front of her, she couldn't help but stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly bowed and said, "This servant has seen my aunt."
"The concubine is here to see Aunt Qin." Fu Man said softly.
Tangyue's body froze, and she couldn't turn back to report, because Lord Shizi gave instructions not to let anyone disturb Miss Shen.
But she couldn't offend the person in front of her, so she could only lie with an embarrassed smile: "Aunt Qin has a cold today, it's really inconvenient..."
Fu Man smiled bitterly, "Concubine understands." It seemed that she was rejected.
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After Fu Man left, Tang Yue returned to the west side of Chunxi Hall.
She saw that Shen Zhen had a straight back, was picking up a pen and practicing calligraphy, opened her mouth, but still didn't say what she had just said.
In Tangyue's eyes, Ms. Shen is like a child most of the time. When Shizi is away, she writes and draws in the study by herself.
These bad things, she should wait to tell the prince.
In this room, Lu Yan didn't go back to the house all day.
As soon as he got five pavilions from Zhao Chong, he immediately found an acre of land and started to build a wine cellar and a wine tank.
This may sound like a no-brainer, but in fact, just building a wine cellar is a big project.
Whether the wine is fragrant or not is not only determined by the grain and water quality, but also whether the wine cellar can be isolated from sunlight and kept dry is also very important.
He hired dozens of craftsmen to build the walls outside the cellar, pouring it repeatedly with cement and filling it in finely.
In the past two days, he has been rushing to work almost day and night.
Yang Zong had been with Lu Yan since he was a child. Seeing that his master was so impatient, he knew that his patience was about to be exhausted by the bureaucrats in Yangzhou.
At three quarters of Hai Shi, the night was already dark, and Lu Yan bent down and entered the carriage.
After a while, he lifted the curtain and said to Yang Zong, "Is there any news about the thin horse?"
Yang Zong said in a low voice, "Master, that girl Fu's name, her deed of prostitution, and nothing is true. My subordinates suspect that Fuman is not her real name at all, nor is she from Yangzhou."
Lu Yan recalled her face, indeed, that facial outline, and the deliberately slow speech rate, didn't even look like a Chinese...
He glanced outside the carriage and had an intuition out of thin air. It took him a long time to say, "Not only is she not from Yangzhou, but it is very likely that she came from the Western Regions."
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Lu Yan frowned and stepped on Xingyue back to Luyuan.
Standing in front of the stables, Yang Zong watched his owner head straight for Chunxi Hall without any surprise.
Lu Yan walked into the yard and saw that the surrounding Youqi was silent and the lights were out, so she couldn't help pursing her thin lips slightly.
He reached out and pushed open the inner door.
She curled up as if she was asleep.
Lu Yan ran for a whole day and was already exhausted. He looked at her back, tugged at the front, and took off his clothes.
He subconsciously thought she was pretending to be asleep on purpose, so he pinched his Adam's apple and coughed twice.
The man's coughing sound suddenly sounded, Shen Zhen Anyi's little hand twitched, and she quickly opened her eyes.
She lay down on the dark satin, rubbed her eyes, her clothes were loose and her icy muscles were half exposed, and she glanced at the man staring at her in confusion.
His eyes were flat, and he didn't look angry at all, but Shen Zhen just saw a cluster of dark fires inside.
She sat up quickly.
Just as he was about to call his lord, he hurriedly changed his words, "Master."
Hearing her name change, Lu Yan raised his hand and poured himself a glass of water.
He picked up the cup unhurriedly, and stared at her while drinking, his Adam's apple slipping inch by inch.
The more he looked at her, the more clearly he saw.
This sleepy, sleepy look was not something she pretended to be.
Shen Zhen thought that his moody temper had come up again, so he had to walk down to his side.
After she thought about it for a while, which pot could not be opened, "Why did you come back here? But Aunt Man, did you get angry?"
The voice fell to the ground, 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 a towel, and wiped it gently.
He remained silent.
The dim and soft light reflected on her face, and her long eyelashes trembled with her flowing gaze.
Shen Zhen raised her head and asked him, "Does it hurt?" Her eyes were clear, without any impurities.
Lu Yan pushed her hand away.
Her eyes were full of doubts, no doubt wanting to ask him what was wrong.
But if he wanted to ask, he couldn't say a word.