Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan Chapter 113: Mo Lan’s marriage, like Lan’s roar, Ming Lan’s relaxed (1)

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Early the next morning, Minglan was sitting on a basin stand, with a large fine cotton towel around her chest, Yancao cleans her face, Danju came in lightly from the outside, leaning over and whispering in Minglan’s ear: "Yin Shi At about three quarters, Aunt Lin asked to tie her hands and feet and lift it out; I heard that it was sent to a Zhuangzi of the old lady."-If it is sent to a Zhuangzi under the name of Wang, she is afraid that she will not live for three months.

Ming Lan didn't change her face, she only asked: "I heard Lin Qige arguing all night, what's the matter?"

Dan Ju's face blushed, she glanced at the Yancao beside her, and whispered: "After leaving last night, I heard that Mother Liu brought a bowl of things to Jufang... The girl,... her feet hurt All night, I also scolded Auntie Lin screaming all night; it was not until dawn... until dawn."

Minglan's expression darkened and she stopped speaking.

When I went to ask the old lady and Wang for peace, I didn’t see Haishi. I heard that she was busy sending messages to the people in Linqige, from the lady in charge to the girl and the young man, who were sold out, especially Aunt Lin For Xia Xian's confidant, it seems that Mo Lan can roll into Liang Han's arms smoothly. He has done a great job at home, and Hai's hate it so much that he has taken them away from the inside out.

For a few days, Hai’s with an exuding smile began to rectify. From Shanyueju’s beckoning girl to the kitchen procurement staff, none of them were left. So far, Aunt Lin has been entrenched in Shengfu. Twenty years of power turned into a cloud of smoke. Changbai stretched his face all day long. He was not easy to talk about the faults of his elders, so he often stared at his one-year-old son, imagining how to educate this boy in the future to develop his morality, intelligence, body, and art. Very obediently, as soon as he saw his dad's tense face, he timidly showed his two fangs and smirked that he would be behaved.

Sheng Hong ran to the old lady three times a day to act as a filial son. After smiling too much, he usually went to Changfeng’s place for a hard training to ease the stiffness of the facial muscles; Wang simply became Xianglin’s wife, the difference is Xianglin My sister-in-law’s catchphrase is "My poor Amao", while Wang's opening phrase is "My poor as a child", which I say at least ten times a day.

Every time I went to ask for peace, Wang had to pull Rulan's hand for a long time, and stared at his daughter with distressed eyes for a long time. Ming Lan looked on and concluded that it was nothing more than attending the memorial service of the leader.

After two days, Rulan finally couldn't bear it, and yelled: "I'm not dead yet!" Shaking away.

Wang turned his head to Minglan, clutching his veil and continued to grieve: "Good boy, you should always go with your fifth sister, don't let her think about her crazy... don't tell her to hold the needle and thread scissors..." /

Ming Lan nodded graciously, but she felt that Wang really didn't understand her daughter. If Rulan really held a sharp weapon, her first thing to do was to remind Mo Lan to run away.

Wang wiped his tears, the powder on his face could not hide the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. He looked at Minglan in a daze, and said slowly: "You are born like Aunt Wei, but this nose is like a master. ;...Do you still remember Aunt Wei?"

Ming Lan stayed in a daze, and shook her head honestly: "I don't remember." In fact, she had never seen Aunt Wei. When she wore it on, Aunt Wei had died.

Wang looked at Minglan’s delicate and tender face, his eyes flashed, and then he leaned on the kang, next to the soft cushion, and his back became much more comfortable, before he said leisurely: "You are also like Aunt Wei, honest, Don't worry, even though Ru'er is a sister, you have always let her over the years; my son, embarrass you!"

Ming Lan immediately lowered her head shyly and said: "My sister, what did you say to not let me." She felt that Wang didn't understand herself.

Wang pulled Minglan to her side, patted her little hand gently, and sighed: "Although you did not come out of my belly, I have treated you as my own body over the years, thinking about you. He has such a temperament, he is determined to be a good son-in-law; hey...the little girl is not courteous, and it breaks your good marriage."

Ming Lan still blushed, and whispered: "The old lady often tells me that marriage is destined, and maybe the fourth sister is a good marriage. Anyway, they are all the daughters of the Sheng family. The same is true." What do you mean by telling her this time?

Wang frowned, not knowing where his spirit came, and raised his voice: "Silly boy, you don't know, the few times Mrs. Yongchanghou came to the mansion, you are the one in the picture!"

Minglan’s head is lower, and he whispers: "It’s the wife who praised Minglan. Fourth sister... is also good. I... Although I and fourth sister are not as good as fifth sister, but I also admire A little bit." She is not good at acting in warm dramas, and her emotional control is a bit difficult, shouldn't she be more enthusiastic; she shouldn't be too sisterly affectionate for Mo Lan, or the Wang family will be unhappy.

Ming Lan stood with her head bowed, her face flushed, her small hands twisted at each other at a loss, and from time to time she looked up at Wang like a bird. Wang hated that iron cannot be made of steel, and fell back on the cushion again, feeling better. I hate Mo Lan, if this honest and obedient Ming Lan entered the Yongchang Hou Mansion, wouldn't it be wonderful?

Actually, Ming Lan really sympathizes with Wang. Wang is not the best aunt, but it is not the worst. Although she has never cared about Ming Lan, she has never gritted her teeth and always thinks about it. He was murdering the concubine and the concubine; although the small Changdong who grew up next to her was not well paid, at least he lived well until now, and he did not grow crooked.

So, Minglan still listened to Wang's words and went to Tao Ranju. She saw Rulan sitting in front of the mirror with her hair scattered. There was an unusually polished bronze mirror embedded in the carved pear wood, reflecting With the girl's youthful and pretty face, the little magpie stood beside her, taking a sip of sweet-scented osmanthus oil, carefully and evenly rubbed it on the orchid hair, gently rubbing it.

Seeing Minglan coming, the little magpie turned around and smiled: "Lady Six, come and see, our girl's hair is getting better now; thanks to the sweet-scented osmanthus oil sent by Miss Six, our girl uses it very well. "

Rulan was displeased when she heard the words, and snorted coldly: "Dare to love this thing, I am a straw?"

The little magpie still smiled and said with a grin: "Oh, my girl, the sixth girl is a guest. If I am not happy, I will praise the guests! If the girl is not shy, I will praise the girl first!" Lan pouted.

Ming Lan sat aside, watching the little magpie coaxing Rulan, while implicitly complimenting herself, and at the same time welcoming the little girl to serve tea. She couldn't stop her hand, Ming Lan couldn't help but admired, Liu Kun's family refused to let herself My daughter should be Rulan's close-fitting maid, and she has chosen this girl with tolerance and foresight. The old lady of the Wang family sent such a person, and she really loves the Wang family. It is a pity that she is so angry now that she is pity the motherhood.

After sending the maids out, Rulan immediately said in anger: "You don't have to come and look at me from time to time, I am very good!"

"Fifth sister is really not angry at all?" Minglan bit a fresh and bright red Luzao, and said vaguely, "That's all about the fourth sister. Cousin Yuan'er is not angry at all? You are so indifferent. My wife is worried.” If Rulan really loses her temper, Wang might let go of her heart. If something is abnormal, it will naturally cause Wang's anxiety.

Rulan raised her neck, made a "ha" from her throat, and sat next to Minglan with her hair up, sneered again and again: "You haven't seen your aunt, it's so amazing, and only grandma still presses I have to live. When I was in Dengzhou, I had to go with my mother to my grandfather’s house every year. Hey, I can see a lot. My uncle loves me, how much can I use? Look at my big sister, my brother-in-law is pretty good. I feel sorry for my daughter-in-law, like the old man Zhongqin, but there are still a lot of aunts in the house. Huh! Mother-in-law has to embarrass her daughter-in-law as easily as Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit, but it is difficult for daughter-in-law to constrain her mother-in-law! I have never suffered from my mother-in-law, how can I know?"

Ming Lan was stunned. For three days, the scholar should look at him with admiration. Unconsciously, Rulan, who was reckless and brainless at the time, has become clear-headed. On the other hand, she is only long and not long-minded. She is really ashamed. Ming Lan is very ashamed.

Rulan unceremoniously took the peeled orange petals from Minglan’s hand, stuffed it into her mouth, and then said: “Also, my Wang’s cousin has always been filial and obedient since he was a child. I have always I can't look down on it! Hmph, my aunt thought I was picking up some treasure, just because my cousin Yuan'er's temperament... Hmph, wait and see, I will suffer some hardship in the future!" The more I talked, the more excited he put another orange. In Minglan's hands, motioned her to continue peeling the orange.

Ming Lan suddenly understood Rulan. In fact, the two of them are very similar. In the time when the whole Sheng Mansion is full of clouds, the only ones who have a strange and unconventional sense of relaxation, although they are dragged by their reputation, But on the other hand, they also got rid of their undesirable marriage partners.

I thought it was too fascinating. After Minglan peeled the orange, she put the orange petals into her mouth and gave the orange peel to Rulan.

A few more days later, the old lady picked a good weather morning, and only took Fang Mama to the Yongchang Houfu. Wang originally expressed willingness to go with her. The old lady looked at her for a while, but just left it lightly. One sentence: "It doesn't matter whether the face is torn or the face is torn, it is always better for me to go alone; I will also leave you some room to speak."

Although the old lady has taken up the task of raising a marriage, she has been proud for a lifetime. When she thinks about it, she feels like swallowing a fly. In the past few days, everyone is stern, and Wang shrinks her neck. speak.

Yongchang Hou Mansion is in the inner circle of the imperial city, and it takes more than an hour to come back. The old lady did not come back until the beginning of the time. As soon as Wang heard about it, he rushed from the main room and stepped into the threshold of Shouan Hall. , I was seeing Minglan holding a bowl of warm bird's nest porridge, leaning on the soft couch to serve the old lady to eat: "...I called Cuiping to serve the meal, so you can use some porridge pads to cushion your belly."

The old lady was obviously tired, but she still stared at her and said, "I haven't eaten anymore and become a fairy? It's so easy to raise your meat, is it easy for me?" Ming Lan was trained My scalp was numb, and my tongue stuck out mischievously.