"well… "
I don't remember how many times I sighed today, Gong Zhuoliang sat in front of the dressing table and stared at the face in the mirror, thinking how could a boy grow so... what about his mother
Look at that white and tender oval face, delicate eyebrows and nose, phoenix eyes slightly raised at the corners of the eyes, and small pink mouth, no matter how you look at it, you are a girl!
How much Gong Zhuoliang misses his original height of 186 and his handsome and sunny face. He thinks that he was also a good young man with both culture and dance (street dance) at the beginning. He is not like the timid and nunuonuo now. His novels also rely on selling rot to walk the ambiguous route, and he has yelled at the photos of those fake mothers before, but it doesn't mean that he wants to become one of them himself!
Standing up and searching around in the boudoir that belonged to the original eldest lady, Gong Zhuoliang hoped to find some valuables to increase the feasibility of his escape from home, but the room has obviously been thoroughly tidied up , very in line with the artistic conception of the bare walls, Gong Zhuoliang sat back in front of the dressing table after trying to move the one-person-high vase in the corner but failed.
Based on the memory fragments that Gong Zhuoliang knew, he knew that this dynasty was quite peaceful and prosperous, so the management of household registration and so on was very sound and strict, and the government and family had great power, which meant that even if he had money, If you run away, you can’t buy real estate or land without household registration and identity certificates, you can’t do business or work, you can’t even enter and leave big cities, and you will face the danger of being beaten to death by the family law if you are caught back...
"Don't talk about princes and nobles, even if you make me dress like a farmer, it's better than this..."
Reluctantly making a bitter face, Gong Zhuoliang pinched his little fleshy face in the mirror, thinking that you, little brat, would die by yourself, and if it was my young master, I would take this living punishment for you. How are you going to live? You can't really be a fake mother for the rest of your life, can you? Let me die too...
"Miss, it's time to take your medicine."
The sudden sound of the door opening startled Gong Zhuoliang, and hurriedly restrained his limp sitting posture, sat on the stool in a well-behaved manner and looked sideways at the door, only to see a little girl who looked much more delicate than Ruo Lan. The girl came in with a trace of impatience in her expression.
Gong Zhuoliang remembered that her name was Ruo Zi, and like Ruo Lan, she was a favored girl by his wife's side, and also another dowry of 'him'.
"..."
Frowning slightly, he looked at the bowl of medicine that was put on the table. Gong Zhuoliang's mouth felt bitter just by smelling it. He is a super healthy baby who hasn't even taken cold medicine a few times. Let him drink it now. Get rid of this bowl of black soup mixed with scum... let him die first.
"Miss, it's time to take medicine."
Seeing that Gong Zhuoliang was staring at the medicine bowl without moving, Ruozi pushed the bowl towards him impatiently, still feeling resentful in her heart, she was going to marry a counterfeit as a dowry, and she was not sure what kind of life she would live in the future.
Originally, the dowry chosen by the madam for the young lady was two ordinary-looking, honest girls. She was afraid that they would be spoiled by the young lady, but unexpectedly the young lady would do such a scandal, so she had to use this substitute to marry her, so the lady changed her. She and Ruo Lan are both very smart looking, and they want them to be concubines to protect the second master, so when she thinks that she will spend the rest of her life with a sick man who doesn't know how many days she can live, Ruo Zi is so angry that she has nowhere to go. Turn all the grievances on Gong Zhuoliang, anyway, no one in the mansion has ever regarded him as a serious master, and the wife will not care about him.
"kindness… "
Seeing the undisguised contempt in Ruozi's expression, Gong Zhuoliang held the bowl and really wanted to confuse this girl's face, but his good upbringing prevented him from beating girls, and now he is not qualified to lose his temper with others Therefore, Gong Zhuoliang could only lower his eyes to suppress the coldness in his eyes, and brought the medicine bowl to his mouth while holding his breath.
"Miss, Ruo Lan has brought you food."
There was a polite knock on the door, Gong Zhuoliang hastily put down the medicine bowl and asked people to come in, then took advantage of Ruozi's time to look back, turned his back to the medicine bowl and took two deep breaths, and at the same time sighed in his heart that this little beauty is so cute .
"Ruozi is here too, Madam is going to a banquet and a play, why don't you join in the fun today?"
Sweeping her eyes over the medicine bowl, Ruolan looked at Ruozi with a friendly smile, and was not in a hurry to open the food box in her hand.
"I'll go after the eldest lady finishes taking the medicine. What kind of delicious food is this?"
Facing the smiling Ruolan, Ruozi couldn't bear to lose face anymore, her eyes rolled over the food box, and Ruozi lifted the lid of the box pretending to be joking.
For Ruo Lan, the girl who is most trusted by the wife, Ruo Zi can't see it from the bottom of her heart, she thinks she is too good at pretending, and she acts like a humble and nice person to everyone, which is really hypocritical!
"Miss is taking convulsant medicine. The cook naturally cooks some light food. The medicine will be more effective if taken after meals. Why don't you go ahead and I'll clean it up here."
Ruolan didn't hide, she let Ruozi check, her gaze met Gong Zhuoliang who was looking over anxiously, Ruolan almost couldn't help laughing, she hurriedly suppressed the corners of her mouth and pretended not to care.
"Oh, then please trouble sister Ruolan."
If Zijian only had a bowl of porridge, a pancake, and a plate of pickles in the box, she let go of her hands in disinterest, and she didn't even say hello to Gong Zhuoliang, she just turned around and left after speaking on her own.
"snort."
Facing the closed door wrinkling his nose, Gong Zhuoliang secretly decided to get rid of Ruozi, an annoying girl, as soon as possible, otherwise it would be too troublesome to keep him by his side, he is not a person who can swallow his anger.
"It's okay to be angry with her. See what I brought you?"
Ruo Lan, who came back through the door, saw Gong Zhuoliang's grimace, covered the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled lightly, thinking that the second master had committed suicide once, and his personality seemed to be much more cheerful, otherwise according to his previous temperament, Ruo Zi would be so neglected After that, you must be depressed and sad.
"Bacon?"
Opening the oiled paper bag that Ruo Lan took out from his pocket, Gong Zhuoliang happily swept a few pieces of dried bacon into the bowl. He only ate a small piece of scallion pancake yesterday, and it was almost noon today before he delivered it. With such a small amount of food, he was already hungry and his chest was sticking to his back. He thought that he was not so short when he was twelve years old. Now it seems that most likely he came out of hunger...
Imagining his height of 186, Gong Zhuoliang tried his best to bite the dry and hard pancakes that he didn't even look at before, and hypnotized himself in his heart to be healthy and healthy!
"It's better to drink this tonic. I've read the prescriptions, and they are all mild and nourishing. There is no harm."
Ruo Lan skimmed off all the dross floating on the soup medicine, broke off the sinking one, and pushed it down in front of Gong Zhuoliang together with the clear water, then rummaged through the purse at her waist, and took the two pieces of wrapped sugar inside. All the pieces were handed to Gong Zhuoliang.
"This... okay!"
Gong Zhuoliang had a bitter face when he heard this, but he couldn't bear to go against Ruo Lan's good intentions, so he could only pinch his nose and gulp down the tonic. He was sweating so hard, and then quickly drank water After sending it down, he took the candy from Ruo Lan and threw it into his mouth to swallow it.
"Save this piece for tomorrow's medicine."
Seeing Gong Zhuoliang's miserable little appearance, Ruo Lan suppressed the urge to stroke his hair, suppressed a smile and stuffed another piece of candy into his hand.
"No, Ruolan, you eat."
Gong Zhuoliang's face turned red from Ruo Lan's doting eyes, he hurriedly picked up the remaining piece of candy and fed it to Ruo Lan, thinking that he, a man, had to be coaxed by a little girl to take medicine, it was really embarrassing and embarrassing up!
"Then take the medicine and have a good rest. I have to go out with my wife and come back at night."
The sweet taste in her mouth seemed to flow all the way to her heart, Ruo Lan smiled and looked at the cute young man in front of her while packing her things, she really hoped that this young man whom she loved as her own brother could live a good life.
"Well, go quickly, don't keep Madam waiting."
Holding Ruo Lan out of the door, Gong Zhuoliang hurriedly took a big breath and continued to pour water, he almost stuck out his tongue to catch his breath, he was determined not to take any tonic anymore, it was really too bitter...
Finally suppressing the bitterness, Gong Zhuoliang, who was so bored, continued to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find things. Of course, he carefully rummaged through one place and restored it, otherwise he would suffer if he was found out.
Flipping through the paintings inserted in the porcelain vat, Gong Zhuoliang paused after opening one of them. After restoring all the other scrolls, he spread the portrait he found on the table.
Gong Zhuoliang paid so much attention to this painting not because he found any valuable authentic works, but because it was a portrait of a person, a portrait with the words 'Qiao Yingze' written on it.
"This is my future husband?"
Gong Zhuoliang leaned over the table to look at the portrait, thinking that this is not photoshopped, right? Looking at the face, looking at the eyebrows, seeing this makes me feel pity... Ah no, it's a gentle and elegant temperament, definitely a beautiful man who is blooming like a flower. It's just that his body seems a little too thin. I heard that he is a sick child who cannot live without medicine since he was a child. I heard that he is a sixteen-year-old talented young man. , I heard... In short, with Gong Zhuoliang's unrestrained imagination that day, he conjured up a magnificent and infatuated talent in his mind, and concluded with a sentence-why do you feel that I have become a green leaf
But thinking about it again, the portrait that the Gong family sent to Qiao's residence is also very good. Gong Zhuoliang narcissistically felt that the handsome and handsome appearance in the portrait was not comparable to that savage genuine young lady. It's not the temperament that a real child with my own body can have, but it's quite like my current appearance!
As for the brush and ink paintings of this era, although they are not as realistic as oil paintings, their general outlines are still similar, especially if a good painter can paint very vividly. The person invited by the Qiao family to paint portraits of the two juniors is a master, so The Gong family didn't dare to randomly find a girl to marry as their offspring, so they could only be replaced by Gong Zhuoliang, the only one who resembled her.
"What kind of person would it be? Please be reasonable. It would be even better if you can communicate well and understand my situation. The most perfect thing is to set me free..."
Holding the portrait and laying on the bed to look at it, Gong Zhuoliang began to think about countermeasures against the beauties on it... Logically speaking, he should not be a sour scholar who can only read dead books, right? With such a good family background, and being the eldest son and direct grandson, wouldn't he be more arrogant? I pray that he is not a scum full of bad things, but he has been weak since he was a child. Could it be that kind of bitter blue face with a heart higher than the sky and a life thinner than paper? It's best not to, the kind of people who can't communicate by themselves!
While thinking wildly, Gong Zhuoliang slowly fell asleep with his arms around the rolled up portrait, and he was still murmuring the name of 'Qiao Yingze' intermittently in his dreams...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "Master, you drank this bowl of medicine anyway, even if it's for the sake of your new wife, please relax your mind a bit, it's serious to take good care of yourself."
The baby-faced bookboy no longer had the witty and lovable smile of the past. He stood by the bed with red eyes holding a medicine bowl, hoping that the person behind the bed curtain would be stronger.
"...Why bother dragging others down again."
After a while, a low sigh came from the bed curtain, although it was a little sickly and hoarse, but it did not detract from the gentleness of the voice itself, followed by the sound of people getting up and sitting up, and the charming maid standing beside her sighed. He hurriedly helped him up, and then the bookboy carefully fed him the tonic.
"The next day will be your big day, and we are still looking forward to seeing the young master worship."
After the waiter man lay down, the book boy wanted to take the picture scroll in his hand, but the man raised his hand slightly to avoid it. The book boy couldn't help showing a little smile, and happily tucked up the quilt for the man and let the little girl beside him go To rest, I retreated to the outside room to watch the night.
"Miss Gongjia... what kind of woman is she?"
After a long time, another low sigh came from behind the bed curtain, but this time, there seemed to be a trace of hope in the words...