Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan Chapter 223: Why not go to Mingjun, Qingjing is a gold casting 1(2)

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That’s true, the little girl also had a very good appetite and took off two bowls of mung bean and white fungus porridge, half a plate of salted quail eggs, and another large piece of golden jujube cake. Minglan was slightly taken aback while holding her rice bowl.

Miss everyone shouldn't be so gluttonous to eat Hesai, but Minglan looked at her a handful of bones, and hadn't raised a few taels of meat, so I won't talk about it for the time being. The old lady Sheng didn't know how much work it took to raise her fat, round, and red-white. If she wanted to come to this day, the gentle old lady looked at her eating, she probably endured again and again.

After taking down the dining table, Ming Lan felt that Sister Rong was still eating too much, so she tested her few words and briefly demonstrated her pen holding posture, and then asked Xiao Tao to lead her for a walk in the garden. Only sent back.

Ming Lan looked at the back of Sister Rong going out, her eyes thoughtful—Should we move Gong Hongwang out of Kou Xiangyuan?

If I didn't sleep well all night, I still have to consider this kind of problem, and the headache is faint.

Ming Lan leaned on the Xiang concubine couch covered by the Rong bamboo mat, read a book against the light by the window for a while, trying to make up for it, suddenly glanced at the sewing basket beside her. She sighed and picked up a baby bellyband from the inside. Although she was lazy, but knowing that Rulan was pregnant, she had to do something about it. It's very familiar, and it's not easy to find someone to cheat for.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been working, my fingers are rusty, and I can embroider the outline of a cluster of bamboos. It takes about an hour, while yawning, while turning out the emerald green lake in the online basket Dark green three-color silk thread comes.

At this moment, a figure flashed by the window, and Gu Tingye opened the curtain himself and stepped forward.

Ming Lan was taken aback, thinking that she should go to see the clepsydra as soon as possible.

"Why did you come back this morning?" Minglan smiled and wanted to get up.

Gu Tingye quickly took a few steps forward and pressed Minglan back to the couch: "You didn't sleep well last night. What did you do for needlework, thank you." Then he sat on the edge of the couch and said again, "I'll be there. Come back to change clothes, and go back to school."

Ming Lan was about to ask Xia Zhu to come in and change his clothes, but he was stopped by him: "No hurry, you will sit with me for a while."

Minglan had to sit on the couch with her head on her side, seeing the sun rising outside, the bright and bright light of Xulie, flowing through the newly pasted light scarlet screen windows, flowing in the vermillion red dress, lightly falling on him On his body and face, there were handsome eyebrows, but there was a haze.

She was hesitating how to ask, but he spoke: "As soon as the morning falls today, I will enter the palace."

"...oh." Minglan.

"I pleaded with the emperor, saying that even though they had a good deed, I asked the emperor to open the Internet."

Minglan lowered her head and asked herself secretly why she was not surprised at all.

The room was silent, and there was tranquility in the second room. Whenever they were married, the maids would quietly go out with winks, leaving only a few at their will in the external penthouse or water room.

"...It's not that my heart is softened. It's not that he was touched by his three-inch imperviousness. They are definitely not worthy of pity! But, but..." Gu Tingye stood up abruptly, standing tall and tall. The shape, walking around in the house, like a trapped beast, full of ferocity and cruel, eager to vent something.

Ming Lan rubbed her temples, her headache worsened.

"But, can..." He is bold and bold in nature. At this moment, he seems to be full of resentment, but he can't say it. He can only slam a fist on the brightly mirrored sandalwood table, on the top of the powder petal water celadon. The tea cups jumped.

"I wish they could also taste the feeling of being displaced and unjustified!" In his scorching gaze, gritted teeth and resentment, after a while, his chest heaves and calms down.

"...just doing this," he slumped down beside Minglan, "it will be okay in the future..."

Ming Lan understood his anger a little.

From his heart, he really wanted to see death and could not save him, but after thinking twice last night, he weighed the pros and cons and finally suppressed his temper. Therefore, he fell so badly that he only hated God for being too rascal, he thought What you want and what you don’t want is bundled.

He's coming back now, not to change clothes, but to suffocate his heart and want to find a place to talk.

Actually, Ming Lan also thought about it for a long time. Back then, the four bedrooms and five bedrooms targeted Gu Tingye. There were three reasons: one, he looked down on the salt merchant’s son and felt that he had insulted his noble lintel; Those who are qualified to ridicule them, they use the Bai family's money to be uneasy; three things, their son is not up to date, because he is afraid that he will lose face in front of the old Houye and needs a top tank, how can there be a better target than Gu Tingye.

After a few times, they became even more despised and hostile to Gu Tingye.

However, although these **** are hateful, they have no principled and profound contradictions. The real battle between swords and blood lies in the long house.

"My fourth sister...you know." Minglan was silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "It's the one who married into Yongchang Houfu."

Gu Tingye was slightly surprised and nodded.

"I have never dealt with her since I was young." Minglan stretched out her hand and pulled his big hand. The tentacles were cold. She slowly said, "She doesn't like me because I snatched her from her grandmother. Decent, robbed her of the scenery in front of her husband, and robbed her father’s care for her daughter; and I don’t like her either, she...has a bad heart."

Gu Tingye turned his face sideways. Although he didn't know why Ming Lan wanted to say this, he listened quietly.

"One time, I spent half a month giving my father a new birthday shoe. She cut it off deliberately on the pretext of seeing tricks. I had to rush to make it overnight and stay up for a few nights without sleeping to make a new pair."

Minglan narrated in a calm tone, lowered her head, and gently rubbed Gu Tingye's big hand once and for a while, "Since I was a child, she has counted how many times I don't know. She said bad things about me in front of my father. My wife provokes discord, and I often have to work harder to get back..."

In order to beware of Mo Lan, she never dared to give food to her father and brother. Every time, she was careful.

"Why don't you return it ruthlessly."

Gu Tingye held Minglan’s small hand with a calm face, her palms were soft and greasy, and her heart was slightly painful. She thought that her biological mother had died early. Although she was sheltered by her grandmother, there were people with bad tempers who did not speak to her father. My aunts and sisters, as well as aunts and concubines who worked carefully, do not know how to come over these years.

"At the beginning, I was impatient and couldn't think of a good way." Minglan raised her neck and recalled with a wry smile. This is the truth. "Later, I was a bit older, and I also secretly bullied her a few times to vent my anger. , It’s a pity, more defeats and less victory."

Gu Tingye's cold mouth showed a smile, and she nodded her pretty nose, cursed softly: "You are useless." In his opinion, the grudge between the little girls can only be regarded as troublesome. Family.

"One time, she almost scratched my face with broken porcelain. That time, I was so angry, I thought, when she is unlucky in the future, I will definitely fall into the rock." Minglan bit her vermilion lips. Smiling little naughty.

Gu Tingye's face changed drastically. Without waiting for him to speak, Ming Lanfu returned to peace: "But now, I don't think so much anymore."

She paused and said faintly: "As long as I'm better than her, every time she sees me, she will feel terribly uncomfortable and will not sleep all night repeatedly."

Based on her understanding of Mo Lan, seeing her beautiful scenery and seeing Rulan happy and happy will be more uncomfortable than killing her. The fangs of jealousy and regret will bite her heart every night and tortured her. Sleepless.

Gu Tingye narrowed his eyes slightly. He is a wise man, how can he not understand Ming Lan's meaning.

Four rooms and five rooms have been under the protection of Lord Hou for many years. He didn't know how to deal with the wind and rain outside, and his descendants didn't see anyone who was particularly prosperous. Gu Tingwei, who was in the long room, was still in a dying.

Compared with Gu Tingye's current momentum, the foreseeable future will definitely ebb and flow.

"You don't need to be angry, and you don't need to be aggrieved. We will definitely live better than them." Minglan looked at Gu Tingye sternly, with a soft and firm tone, "As long as we let them look at us, they will be out of anger. ."

"Do you really think I did the right thing?" Gu Tingye whispered, his expression blurred, and there was a bit of hesitation in his eyes. He looked at Minglan eagerly, as if waiting for a guarantee, "The abandonment of the dead mother's injustice, just for Myself...?"

"You did the right thing. Moreover, the grievances of the mother-in-law will not go away like this." Minglan nodded very firmly. "You can invite her to be named, build a shrine for her, and ask the respected elders to do She re-established the score, so that future descendants of the Gu family will know the kindness of Mrs. Xianbai to the Gu family. You know, the future of the Gu family is up to you."

History is written by victors, and the stories of how many losers are buried in dusty past.

In the future, Gu Tingye can praise the Bai family as much as he wants, and it is a bit ugly. In the future, those **** will definitely have a place to beg Gu Tingye. Then, simply let them form a group to go to the Bai family to kowtow and confess.

"Good point."

Gu Tingye's eyes lit up, he lowered his head and thought for a while, the confusion on his face gradually faded, the corners of his mouth became confident again, and a quiet smile slowly appeared, "I will do what I should sit on, not for those who are not worth it. People, take another detour."

Ming Lan knew that he wanted to drive, and he praised the combo, expressing his warm appreciation for his wise choice.

He has handsome eyes like stars, wide eyebrows and slender eyes, staring at Minglan quietly, gently stroking her soft cheeks.

Minglan blushed immediately and couldn't help but look out the window.

Unconsciously, he turned Ying Ting's cheek, smiling beautifully. He whispered: "You are so kind."

Minglan blushed even more.

Immediately, when her long sleeves were unfolded, Ming Lan was tightly held in his arms before she realized it, her nose smelled of the familiar man’s smell, mixed with a faint aloes, brown gold thread The entwined cuffs are like kudzu vine branches attached to the cicada wings tulle.

Shen Ruojiegu’s man’s voice rang in his ears, and he whispered: “I want you in this mansion, outside your boudoir, everything I have, I can do everything. As you wish, follow your heart."

Ming Lan was covered in the sleeves of the generous court dress robe. She couldn't see anything. She secretly chanted "Men's sweet words can't be trusted" eighteen times, but couldn't restrain her heart fluttering.

After he changed clothes and left, Minglan was still lying on the soft couch. On the window sill was a pot of green and tender Clivia seedlings, she looked at it slightly in awe.

He is so smart and keen, with a wealth of experience, he doesn't understand what ideals, and what interests are unclear, but, no matter how much reason, he must first pass the hurdle in his heart.

Gu Tingyu still has some abilities after all.

She was at a loss, and slowly pulled out a piece of letter paper from her sleeve, which fell out of his clothes this morning.

"... The son is not a godfather... By nature, straightforward and sincere, today's stubbornness is all my fault... I don't know where I am, and I miss it so much... Brother Wanwang took one or two photos, not called this son Trapped in the cold and warm...thank you, please..."

The paper is slightly yellow, and the paper is extremely fragile. It seems to be unfolded and flattened after being repeatedly crumpled. There are several round and wrinkled water marks on the ink characters above, drop by drop, smudging it. Old trembling handwriting.

Suddenly she felt a slight pain in her heart, a dull pain.

Actually, he is very good.