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After the husband and wife talked about it, Lin Lang recovered quickly.
As Yan Guogong said, he is not a narrow-minded man who likes to hold on to the past. He knows that his wife is not experienced in the world and is easily confused by the handsome appearance of young men. Lin Lang's illness was serious, and she was so sick that she was so sick that she was so ill that she softened her heart, and she became acquitted when she was sentenced lightly.
He is really not a soft-hearted person, but his wife always has a way to make him make exceptions repeatedly.
Maybe he was born for the purpose of defeating him.
"Ma'am, the fame of my husband in this life is going to fall on you." In the gazebo, Duke Yan peeled a small pile of melon seeds into a small dish, then cleaned his hands, and held it in front of her, "Who are you?" I have seen the majestic Duke, how pitiful that the mistress of the house didn’t even drink a sip of water, and had to work hard to peel the melon seeds for a fat parrot?”
Lin Lang was teasing the parrot, its fur was neatly groomed, as gorgeous as a piece of fine silk.
Seeing Duke Yan talking, he fluttered his feathers and screamed——
"Poor, poor, really poor!"
Being ridiculed by a parrot, Duke Yan said calmly, "Ma'am, do you hear that, even your little pet feels very pitiful for your husband."
Lin Lang turned around, her skirt fluttering gracefully in the breeze.
"My husband has worked hard, this concubine will make tea for my husband."
It is now March, and the weather has turned slightly warmer. Duke Yan saw that she was wearing a lake green dress with lotus patterns, and she looked charming and attractive. So he rubbed the man into his arms, kissed her tenderly, and saw the corners of Lin Lang's eyes fly red, the man said hoarsely, "No need, I have received the best hospitality for my husband, and I don't feel pitiful anymore."
Lin Lang glared at him, then pushed her chest, "You are not ashamed."
Duke Yan's chest trembled slightly, he restrained his smile, and was about to say something when he heard a clear and cold tone, "Father, mother, my son greets you."
Looking up, the Shizi was dressed in crow blue clothes today, the lapel was stained with a dark red color like blood coagulation, and a thin curved goose feather knife was pinned to his waist with dark red tassels. He rolled his eyelids, and his stepmother sat on his father's lap, with his back facing him, a head of black hair with a little emerald green hairpin.
There is no need to deliberately search for her face, Yan Zhaolie also knows how charming she is at this moment, her thin back is like the aftermath of a bowstring leaving an arrow, trembling up and down in a weak posture.
His black eyes were deep and gloomy.
Since sending her back to the mansion, from December to March, if Duke Yan was not present, he had only seen her five times in total, either in the corridor or at the corner of the attic. He wanted to say a few words, and the other party So she closed the cloak, looking disheartened and unwilling to talk to him more.
Yan Zhaolie vaguely sensed the source of her anger, maybe she hated him for holding her back, so that she couldn't intercede for the monk, which eventually led to his death.
But can this be his fault
If he hadn't stopped her and sent her back to the mansion in peace, would the old man have spared her and fled privately? The reason why Shi Jingcheng's letter was sent to him, not Yan Guogong, is because he knows better than his young and immature son, that Lao Tzu is a tiger who kills without blinking an eye.
Why should she blame all these mistakes on him
The more Yan Zhaolie thought about it, the more aggrieved he became.
His frustration was that he had eaten one after another, but it happened to be the same person.
This man had a serious illness last year, and he was dying of illness, which made him unable to find a place to even lose his temper.
Hearing his son's greetings, Duke Yan said "Yes", and Lin Lang also got up from her husband, and sat aside with her skirt folded.
Yan Guogong looked at Lin Lang, and said to Yan Zhaolie, "You have done a good job with the smuggling of salt merchants. In ten days, the emperor's edict will come down directly, and you will be promoted to commander. You will be in charge of the two central guards belonging to the capital."
As a standard strict father, Duke Yan rarely praises his son face to face, which shows how far Yan Zhaolie has grown up now.
Lin Lang looked at him unexpectedly, but the other party nodded calmly and said, "My son knows."
Duke Yan thought for a while, and pointed him out, "You are fluffy, don't talk about high flying. You have to start building your own army as soon as possible. After this appointment, your status as the heir will be exposed sooner or later. You might as well take advantage of this rest time Gather people's hearts. If there is a brother who is willing to go through life and death with you, don't treat him badly, and treat him with sincerity. This pro-army will be your most important support in the future, making you even more powerful."
The reason why he sent Yan Zhaolie to the military camp was firstly to punish his son for disrespecting his stepmother, and secondly to train his mind deliberately. Yan Guogong disapproved of Yan Zhaolie's entry into an official with literature. Although his status as the prince of the state made him feel like a fish in water, it was easy to cover his eyes.
Although the magnificence of a powerful minister can make him famous for a while, it can't keep his glory and wealth forever. Yan Guogong prefers his son not to rely on the shade, but to earn the wealth of the sky with his own hands. One step at a time will not deceive people. Even if he fails, he still has a strong will and spirit tempered in the sea of blade blood, with an undefeated backbone, no matter how difficult the situation is, no one will collapse.
The tiger father has no dogs, and Yan Zhaolie was able to achieve such an outstanding record when he first entered the WTO, and Yan Guogong was very satisfied. But Zhang Yichi is the way of civil and martial arts, and he can't always force his son to make progress, besides, after half a year of busy work, he really needs to rest.
Duke Yan thought about this, and said with a smile, "It's rare for you to take a bath, so let's not talk about these headaches. The peach blossoms outside are very beautiful. If you have time, you can find a few friends to go outing and go for a leisurely visit." .Also, you will hold the crowning ceremony next year. Since you have already established a career, you should also start a family. Tell my father, the crabapple flowers planted in your yard, but which girl do you want to hire?"
Hearing the first half of the sentence, Yan Zhaolie was still a little careless. As soon as "Getting Home" came out, the muscles in his back tensed slightly, and he almost couldn't help looking into Lin Lang's eyes, but he is not what he used to be, and he used the activity to The posture of the muscles and bones concealed the clues, making a loose and tired look.
"Father, please spare your son. I'd rather sleep with my knife in my arms than bother with those bastards."
Duke Yan didn't bother to talk to him, he already knew his son's reckless character, so he turned his head and patted Lin Lang's hand, "It seems that the mistress of the Duke's Mansion will have to work hard during this time, help this tired man The lazy boy holds his eyes to see which lady is suitable. However, this boy has always been poisonous and needs to be dealt with. It is best for Madam to find someone who can calm him down. It doesn't matter if he is aggressive."
Yan Zhaolie opened his mouth to refuse, but Lin Lang's words were a step ahead of him, "Don't worry, my husband, I have participated in several flower viewing parties held by my wives before, and the girls who attended are knowledgeable and reasonable, and I am very happy to see it. A family is the icing on the cake.”
His palms were hanging down in his sleeves, and hideous veins crawled up the back of his hands.
"Then, mother, please take care of me."
Yan Zhaolie let go of his fist again, returning to his indifferent demeanor.
Lin Lang pursed her lips and smiled, she looked like she really had a loving mother's heart, "Don't worry, your father just made fun of you on purpose, and mother will choose a caring and sweet person for you."
She moved very quickly, and the next day released the news that the Duke's Palace intends to choose the future concubine.
It was only afternoon, and the desk was full of pleasing paintings of beauties, all of whom intended to be married to the Duke's Mansion. The Yan family is very powerful, not to mention Duke Yan's status in the court, Prince Yan is also born with a dragon and a phoenix, handsome and unparalleled, he is the dream lover of many unmarried daughters.
After a few more days, Lin Lang was dazzled, and finally put the scrolls together, and then asked someone to call the son over.
Yan Zhaolie, who was writing calligraphy, heard that she wanted to see him, and his heart was full of spring water. Then he thought about it, no, she would never look for him for nothing. This unprecedented first time, could it be because of his marriage?
The Shizi's brows became colder, and he strode out under the timid eyes of the servant girl, to the small green mud garden where Lin Lang was.
When she entered, the princess and mother of the country were reclining on the imperial concubine chair, with a golden hairpin inlaid with lotus petals and emeralds inserted between her temples, and her lychee-like fingertips were playing with the green bracelet on her wrist. style. When she heard the noise outside the door, she raised her face and met those icy phoenix eyes.
Tsk, the little animal is going to get angry.
Lin Lang pretended not to see the anger in his eyes, and said gently, "Zhao Lie is here? Come on, sit here, mother has something important to discuss with you. Tweety, serve tea."
"It seems that my mother is very impatient, and I can't wait for a few days."
Yan Zhaolie unhurriedly lifted the corner of his robe and sat opposite her.
"This is your lifelong event, how dare mother delay it?" Lin Lang spoke impeccably, and directly took a stick to him, "Here, let's see if there is any girl you like, so mother can help you pay attention in the future."
Yan Zhaolie sneered and didn't speak. He grabbed one side and swung it violently. The scroll rolled and rolled, and the other end hit Lin Lang's heart with a snap.
The light green tube top is embroidered with branches and tendrils twisted into knots, matching the color of the snow above it, making it a little more enchanting for no reason. Yan Zhaolie heard her whisper angrily, "What are you doing?" If the maid hadn't gone away, and he flirted with his stepmother to report to Lao Tzu, he would probably have to shed a few layers of bloody skin if he didn't die.
"I'm sorry, because I was too excited, my hands slipped for a while."
He apologized, but there was no sign of sincere remorse on his face.
Lin Lang lowered her eyes and ignored him.
Yan Zhaolie looked away, glanced casually at the woman in the painting, and said, "This is not good, she is too short. If you ask her to give birth to offspring, the boys will definitely be laughed at when they grow up."
Lin Lang handed him another one.
As usual, I got a bunch of poisonous tongues.
"The one in the red dress? Didn't you see a mole at the corner of her mouth? Looking at this little sesame spot all day long, what do you think I can think about?"
Even this animal can confidently say, "Proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Who is this person? He is so capable. He has learned four things well at the age of thirteen. I dare not marry her. The cost of supporting her is too high." .”
The personal maid listened to the criticism for half an hour, and felt sorry for Lin Lang. This son-in-law deliberately wanted to embarrass the mistress!
After Yan Zhaolie had commented on the famous ladies in Yunjing, he folded his arms and looked at Lin Lang with a half-smile, "Mother, what should I do, I don't think anyone likes it."
Lin Lang held the scroll, and was also aroused by him, her expression was not as gentle as before, but with a bit of sonorous coldness, "Please teach me personally, what kind of fairy character can win the pity of the prince. "
Yan Zhaolie really hated her like this. He could smile like spring when he was facing the old man, but it was the cold winter months when facing him. He stood up abruptly, and the table was shaken by force, "Since mother is like this Having said that, then Zhao Lie will show my mother what kind of woman can fascinate me."
He went straight to the desk next to it. It was complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there were some exquisite statues, which showed the hostess' preferences to the fullest. The most eye-catching is a small white jade statue of two lions playing a hydrangea, which was carved by Duke Yan in his spare time to please his wife.
There is also an ingenious Yudaolouzi lantern next to it, which was brought back by Duke Yan to the Linlang Palace for a banquet during the Shangyuan Festival. Seeing her take a few more glances at the tribute gifts, he asked for it back on the spot.
Yan Zhaolie's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to grind away the ink.
The maid was only guarding outside the crystal curtain, watching the son's wanton gesture, she couldn't help blushing quietly, thinking that the young lady was about to enter the door, this shyness turned into loneliness.
Lin Lang picked up the brocade shawl that had slipped down to her wrist, and a pair of pink and yellow butterflies flew by outside the window. She was a little distracted, and only heard a "pop", and the other party stopped writing.
She poked her head over to look, although she had expected it, she never expected that this little brat would be so courageous, and actually drew her on paper, with burning and gorgeous crabapple flowers inserted in her hair, her eyebrows and eyes were quite similar, and her hibiscus face Yi Chen Yi Xi, this is still under the condition that he rushed to finish the work quickly.
If it wasn't for his excellent savvy, then he must have copied people thousands of times, otherwise, he wouldn't have copied a person's body, appearance, facial features, and even the sparkle in his eyes in such a short period of time. was caught.
"How, is my sweetheart as beautiful as a fairy?"
The other party's deep black pupils did not turn around, and shot straight and sharply at her, as if they were going to nail her flesh, teaching people to fully understand the biting pain.
Lin Lang didn't look at him, and told the maidservant outside the crystal curtain, "Tweety, go outside and give orders. Your Excellency will be back soon, let the kitchen fix what needs to be done."
The maid went obediently.
Yan Zhaolie did not give in, pointing at the dry thin red lips with his slender long hair.
The delicate phoenix eyes of the young man concealed a faint emotion, which was deeply suppressed again.
Knowing that she likes to listen to love words that are as soft as water, but he insists on doing the opposite. He is unruly and unruly, causing her a headache to death.
Yan Zhaolie stared at Lin Lang closely, "As long as you find her, I'll marry her right away. I heard that you old people like to have grandchildren, right? That's fine, as long as she becomes mine, I will marry her all night long." Second, it’s okay to have sex with her every day, so that you can have babies every year, mother, do you think this deal is a good deal?”