Fang Baoben was walking in the courtyard. He pretended to be idle all day long in the Gao Mansion. Master Gao didn't care, and Mrs. Gao had no objection. They all hide away.
Fang Bao shook the folding fan, stopped as soon as he stepped on a jade tree, and reached out his hand to stop the servant behind him.
He squinted and looked closely, and a tall servant rushed out of the courtyard where Gao Lan lived.
"It's really interesting." Fang Bao sneered, and the servant behind him wanted to fly after him.
Fang Bao stopped him: "Next time I meet you, I don't see it, otherwise I will startle my cousin's lover, what should I do?"
The servant said indignantly: "Excuse the slave's disrespectful words, how talented the son is, why should he marry a woman like Gao Jie's spontaneity. You know, her reputation is spread all over the three houses in Youzhou, and the slave is not the son. value."
"Don't worry, I don't want to marry her, no one can force me." Fang Bao said with undisguised disgust. He glanced in the direction of Gao Lan's courtyard with contempt, turned and swaggered away.
After Zhao Changrong returned home, the more he thought about it, the more he hated it. He couldn't figure out how the beauties who spoke softly in his arms on weekdays became so ruthless and indifferent! Thinking of Gao Lan's usual appearance of begging for love under him, and his tender attitude towards him, Zhao Changrong was even more unwilling.
Laner must have been threatened, Cai Shi wants to separate from me!
Zhao Changrong felt more and more that Gao Lan was a last resort, so he decided to invite Gao Lan to the Yunshen Pavilion where they had a relationship before, and make it clear. If Gao Lan was really being persecuted, then he was willing to take her away regardless of everything!
As soon as such an idea came up, Zhao Changrong hurriedly sent a servant to the high mansion.
The servant used to exchange love poems for Zhao Changrong and Gao Lan in the past, but he came to the back door of Gao's mansion with ease, and knocked on the door four times as usual, but no one came to answer the door.
He knocked four more times, but no one was there. At this time, he was a little anxious. If he didn't do it well, he would torture him to death.
At this moment, the back door suddenly opened halfway, and Ruan Li was behind the door. Seeing that it was Miss Ruan next to Gao Lan, the servant quickly said, "Sister Ruan, my son wants me to bring it to Sister Gao, can you do me a favor?"
Ruan's eyes were gloomy. It seemed that the servant didn't know what happened to Zhao Changrong and Gao Lan. She asked softly, "I don't know what Master Zhao asked me to tell my sister."
"My son wants to meet a girl at Yunshen Pavilion outside the city."
Ruan's eyes turned slightly: "I see, you go back and tell your son, I will bring it to you, but whether my sister goes or not depends on her mood."
The servant nodded and bowed in thanks: "Then I will trouble Sister Ruan."
She closed the back door again, and Ruan opened her palms, looking at the scars where her fingernails were deep in her palms.
She smiled coldly.
Gao Lan, Gao Lan, if you want to blame it, you can only blame you for going back on your word. Since you insist on marrying Mr. Fang, you can't blame me.
When Ruan returned to the room, Gao Lan was choosing the clothes she would wear on the day of the flower banquet.
"Where have you been? It took so long to come back." Gao Lan glanced at her sideways.
"Sister—" Ruan Bu approached Gao Lan and whispered in her ear, "Young Master Sheng had a chat at Yunshen Pavilion outside the city when he asked your son, and instructed the servants not to speak out, otherwise the girl Meng would find out. , I'm afraid I'm going to make trouble."