Because He Changdi had just returned to Beijing, although Shengshang had verbally sealed the official position of Wu Xuansi Langzhong, he had not yet gone through the formal process, and he would have to be appointed and dismissed in person at the Great Court Meeting to make the final count.
He and a group of meritorious generals from the northern frontier army had just returned to Beijing. After meeting the Holy Majesty, they both had a half-month vacation. Taking advantage of this time, He Sanlang could spend time with his long-lost family members at home.
The young couple had a private conversation in the room for a while, and they ate the morning meal, and it was time to pay their respects.
The two first went to Qingwei Hall, and then went to Mrs. Jing'an's courtyard.
Although Mrs. Jing'an was still leaning on the head of the bed, covered with a thick brocade quilt, perhaps because He Changdi returned safely from the northern border and made great contributions, she was in good spirits.
The originally pale and thin face also became a little rosy.
He Changdi and his wife went to see Miracle Doctor Miao together, and Miracle Doctor Miao also said that Mrs. Jing Anbo's health was getting better and better, and he was going to use snow-capped mountains and haze flowers as medicine to cure Madam Jing Anbo's stubborn illness in a few days.
Chu Lian and He Sanlang were sitting beside Madam Jing'an's bed.
Mrs. Jing'an was holding Chu Lian's hand and chatting.
She smiled and said: "Lian'er is not at the house, I miss your craftsmanship."
A smile appeared on Chu Lian's face, "What do you want to eat, mother? As long as it's good for your health, I'll make it and bring it to you later."
Previously in Jing'an Bo's mansion, Chu Lian would send a copy of any fresh food that Chu Lian cooked up in Songtao Garden to each courtyard. I think Mrs. Jing'an Bo is used to eating it.
Mrs. Jing'an thought for a while, "It's good to eat candied tangerines before, but now tangerines are hard to find, can hawthorns do the same?"
Chu Lian smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll make it myself and send it to my mother later."
Madam Jing'an left the young couple to talk for a while, before Chu Lian and He Changdi came out from the inner room.
Just after leaving the flower hall, Chu Lian paused.
He Changdi was surprised, and followed her gaze towards the corridor on the right.
Not far away, a pregnant woman with a puffy belly was walking towards this side supported by two maidservants.
The pregnant woman looked young, she was wearing a begonia-colored loose dress, and a brocade cloak of the same color over her head, her black hair was coiled up, and only an ordinary gold hairpin was inserted on it.
Although his face had become fatter, Chu Lian recognized at first sight that it was Miaozhen, the maid beside her mother-in-law Mrs. Jing Anbo.
Chu Lian didn't expect her belly to grow as big as a balloon after she hadn't seen her for a few months.
Thinking of his elder brother He Changqi, Chu Lian sighed a little.
The position she and He Changdi were standing in was a bit remote. From Miaozhen's place, their place was a blind spot.
Just as Chu Lian and He Changdi were about to leave, they heard Miaozhen's voice.
One of the servant girls who supported her said: "Sister Miaozhen, did you feel uncomfortable when you got up this morning?"
Miaozhen smiled and said, "No, I'm fine."
Then the maid asked again: "Sister Miaozhen still wants to eat sour these days?"
Miaozhen's voice was not heard over there, but she nodded shyly.
The servant girl immediately smiled, "Sister Miaozhen, my mother said that she is a sour girl! My sister's baby must be a young master." The little maid paused, as if she was afraid that people would listen to the wall, she purposely moved closer to Miaozhen's ear and lowered her voice Said: "We don't have a young master yet in our family. If sister Miaozhen gets a boy in one fell swoop, then my sister's position will be secure."
Although the voice was suppressed, Chu Lian still heard every single word in his ears.
There was a frown on her small face.
Miaozhen also showed a comfortable expression on her face, and the maid who supported her began to giggle coquettishly.
While Chu Lian was in a daze, the hand hanging by her side was held in the palm of He Changdi. In February, her cold little hand was warmed up.
He Sanlang's handsome face turned into his usual cold appearance in front of outsiders. He bent down and whispered in Chu Lian's ear, "Let's go."
Chu Lian no longer looked in Miaozhen's direction, but nodded slightly, and was held by He Changdi to leave.
Wenlan and the maidservants who followed behind followed behind with a certain distance from their two masters.
It was not until Chu Lian and He Changdi walked out from the corridor of the flower hall that they fell into Miaozhen's eyes.
She stopped in her tracks for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to go over to greet the third young master and his wife, but He Sanlang pulled Chu Lian away so fast that she couldn't catch up at all.
The little maid beside Miaozhen stared at He Changdi's slender back in a daze, "Sister Miaozhen, is that the third young master?"
Miaozhen nodded, frowning, but said nothing else.
Then she withdrew her gaze, turned around and went to Madam Jing'an's main room.
Chu Lian was a little absent-minded when being pulled by He Changdi.
The mother-in-law Mrs. Jing Anbo wants to eat sour candied hawthorn, and Miaozhen, who happens to be pregnant, also wants to eat sour. Is this really just a coincidence
Because there was something in his heart, Chu Lian didn't care about He Sanlang's dark and handsome face.
The husband and wife walked for a while, and when they reached the small garden outside Songtao Garden, He Sanlang stopped suddenly, and dragged Chu Lian to the octagonal pavilion beside him.
He stood in the wind, covering Chu Lian with his tall body, "Lian'er, there is no need to make the candied hawthorn."
Chu Lian was lost in his own thoughts, when he heard a strange "ah?", he looked up at He Changdi.
Only then did he realize that the look on his face was unusual.
Facing Chu Lian's clear eyes, He Changdi, who had experienced the previous life, really didn't know how to speak.
He pursed his thin lips, and stretched out his arms to embrace Chu Lian's petite and soft body in his arms.
The delicate body in his arms made him sigh.
He said domineeringly: "You are my wife, He Changdi, so you don't have to cook for others."
Although these words sounded awkward and strange, and even smacked of dictatorship, Chu Lian's heart was warm.
Chu Lian buried her face in his chest and rubbed it, then raised her head and glared at him, "That's your mother, how could it be someone else."
He Changdi stopped talking, but held Chu Lian's long arm tightly. He looked at the unfrozen lake beside him, his eyes suddenly became dark and unreadable.
In the previous life, Miaozhen's child was gone, and the murderer was "Chu Lian"...
Could the hand that wanted to manipulate everything in the dark finally hold back
Qing Wei Hall.
The charcoal basin in the flower hall was burning, and there were warm walls. The whole room was as warm as ever. Mother Liu felt that she couldn't wear a cotton-padded jacket anymore, but the old lady who was lying on the kang still felt cold.
Madam Liu took the porcelain bowl with Fushou patterns from the maidservant, and walked to Mrs. He with it, "Mr. Madam, otherwise, this old slave will send someone to look for Miracle Doctor Miao to show you. You are not as good as you are!" ahead."
Mrs. He shook his hand, "No, let's not say that Miracle Doctor Miao just asked me for a Ping An pulse two days ago. My disease can only be cured by a god. You don't have to embarrass Miracle Doctor Miao."
Madam Liu sighed softly, Mrs. He is worrying too much, coupled with her age, this leads to poor health, if you want to be healthy, you have to think about it yourself, if you want to rely on the medical skills of Miracle Doctor Miao It's really not good for Taijun to get better.
No matter how powerful a genius doctor is, it can't stand the test of time.
"You should drink this tonic soup!"
Mrs. He did not refuse, but took two mouthfuls of the porcelain cup and felt that the taste was gone, so she put it down.
After dismissing the maids serving in the house, Mrs. He took Madam Liu's hand and asked, "Xiang Yun, what do you think of San Lang's wife?"
Grandma Liu was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what the old matriarch was thinking.
She smiled and said: "The old lady is thinking about whether the third grandma can be in charge of the house!"
Mrs. He glared at her, "You old bastard, I really can't hide anything from you."
Granny Liu stretched out her hand and massaged the old matriarch's shoulders as she said, "The old slave said something out of line. Now in our house, the third grandma is the most suitable to be in charge of the house. Just look at Songtao Garden and Guilinju. It can be seen that no matter what it is, it is not unexpected? Looking at the third young master today, I am also very satisfied with the third grandma, and the young couple are still very close to each other, looking at them is enviable."
After hearing Madam Liu's words, Mrs. He fell into deep thought.
Grandma Liu saw that the master fell silent without speaking, and did not disturb her, but only gently relaxed her muscles and bones.
After a while, Mrs. He sighed, "Why don't I know that Sanlang's wife is good, but that child is still young, he is only sixteen this year, and he is not much different from Nianzhen."
Hearing that Mrs. He actually said that, Nanny Liu already had an idea in her mind, and she stopped interjecting, knowing that Mrs. He actually didn't trust the third grandma very much.
If she didn't really recognize someone from the bottom of her heart, no matter how much she tried to persuade her, the old matriarch would not be shaken, and on the contrary, it would hurt her master-servant relationship with the old matriarch.
The master and the servant were talking about themselves in the room, and a little maid outside reported that it was "Commander Mo" who asked to see him.
Mrs. He glanced at Nanny Liu, and Nanny Liu bent over to bless her, and went out to bring Commander Mo in.
After entering the flower hall, Mo Chenggui took a look, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no outsiders.
He bent down to salute Mrs. He.
The old matriarch asked him to sit down, and asked Nanny Liu to serve him tea.
After being settled in this way, the old matriarch said, "Commander Mo has something important to do?"
The home of Jing'an Bo's mansion will be guarded in shifts, and it will be coordinated by special personnel from the outer court, and it will be directly under the jurisdiction of the eldest son He Changqi. If it is not important or something involving the backyard, he will not come to see the mistress.
But looking at Mo Chenggui's current situation, it seems that there is a special reason.
Commander Mo thought for a while, then nodded.
"Old Madam, Uncle is not at the house. I have thought about something for a long time and decided to tell you."
After a quarter of an hour, Commander Mo left.
Only Mrs. He and Nanny Liu were left in a daze.
The old matriarch's eyes were complicated, she never thought that Sanlang's wife would be kidnapped when she was in the north!
And still spent the night outside...
Although the folk customs of the Great Wu Dynasty were civilized, compared with the previous dynasty, even if there were not so many strict restrictions on women, the honor of the noble daughters of the aristocratic family was extremely important.