The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 47
Looking from a distance, a section of gray tiles looms among the green pines and cypresses.The wooden windows under the eaves are half open, and Luo Yi's desk is full of bamboo slips.

Luo Jiaojiao and Li'er stepped on the gravel road, passed through the bamboo forest, and came to the door of their father's study.

"My daughter has met her father!" Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help feeling sad when she saw her father buried in the letter and busy.

"All right?"

Luo Yi didn't look up, the work at hand was almost finished.Luo Jiaojiao approached her father's desk.

Luo Yi circled the bamboo slips with a vermilion brush, then blew gently on them, and rolled them up.

"Let's talk!" Luo Yi picked up the teacup on the table and found that the tea was already cold.He put down the teacup in his hand and looked at his daughter gently.

"Li'er! Bring me a cup of tea for the master!" Luo Jiaojiao called out to Li'er outside the door.

"Daddy isn't thirsty! It looks like you're in good spirits!" A rare smile appeared on Luo Yi's face.

"Father! My daughter does have something to say!" Luo Jiaojiao mustered up her courage.

"You want to visit Mr. Bo Lang?" Luo Yi stood up according to the instructions.He felt that his feet were a little numb, and sighed in his heart: After all, he is old!

"Yeah!" Luo Jiaojiao's thoughts were seen through by her father, and she was a little embarrassed.

"Go with you for my father!" Luo Yi straightened up and thumped his waist.

Luo Jiaojiao's eyes widened when she heard the words, she was full of doubts: I heard it right!
Li'er, who had just walked into the room with tea, couldn't help being stunned.

"Let's go!"

Luo Yi shuffled past Li'er and stopped for a while.He picked up the teacup, blew on the hot air, and took a sip of the tea.

Luo Jiaojiao sat in the carriage with her father.Her two hands rested on her legs, and her five fingers spread out and pressed gently against each other.

Father is definitely not as simple as visiting Bo Langjun.They never got along, and everyone knew it.How could he visit him when he was fine?
My daughter is very peaceful today!Could it be that he was ill and sensible?Looking at the motionless beloved daughter beside him, Luo Yi thought with relief.

The car stopped.Luo Yi took his daughter out of the carriage.

The guards of Luo Mansion saw that Luo Hucao came with Luo Jiaojiao, and hurriedly ordered the porter to inform the butler.

Bo Langjun who was lying on the bed got up and got out of bed when he heard that Luo Yi and Luo Jiaojiao had come together.

Jiang Yu waited for him to freshen up briefly, and then helped him to sit behind a few tables in the outer room.

Luo Yi and Luo Jiaojiao entered Bo Langjun's elegant room one after the other.The room is bright and clean, with no extra furnishings, only a bookshelf, a few desks, a tea table and a pot of flowers in full bloom.

Mr. Bo Lang was dressed in white and sat behind a few desks, reading a book.The morning sun shone on him, making him look quite extraordinary.

"sit!"

Mr. Bo Lang put down the letter, took a sip of the tea on the table.

Luo Yi and Luo Jiaojiao were sitting on the couches beside the tea table.Jiang Yu poured tea for the two of them.

"Thank you very much for your visit!" Bo Langjun cupped his hands and said.

"Jiao'er! This is the first time you have come to Bo Mansion! Let Jiang Yu take you to browse, it is not in vain." Luo Yi's words can be understood by everyone.He has something to say to Mr. Bo alone.

Luo Jiaojiao got up and gave a little salute to her father and Mr. Bo Lang, and then went out of the house with Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu really showed Luo Jiaojiao around the Bo Mansion.Luo Jiaojiao admired it as she walked, and she couldn't help admiring in her heart: This garden looks small from the outside, but she never thought that the courtyard is deep inside, and the pavilions overlap.

"Qingyuan Xiangxie?" Luo Jiaojiao stopped in front of a garden gate.

"This garden is Mr. Lang's private residence!"

Luo Jiaojiao naturally understood Jiang Yu's meaning!You can't go in and see this place!
I don't know what father and Mr. Bo Lang are talking about?The two of you should not quarrel!Thinking of this, Luo Jiaojiao quickened her pace and walked back.

Luo Jiaojiao's worries were not unreasonable.As soon as she and Jiang Yu left, his father Luo Yi asked Bo Langjun why he didn't go to court for a few days.

"What? Can't you succeed without me?" Bo Langjun just asked casually, but it angered Luo Yi.

"You know this! You haven't gone to court yet! What's your intention?"

"Heh! Could it be that Daiguo's raising you ministers is just a display?" Mr. Bo Lang sneered.

"They only look after you! If you don't come, who dares to fart?" Luo Yi was so angry that he swears.

"Then I have to rest for a few more days! Thank you for letting me know! No!" Mr. Bo Lang issued the order to evict the guests.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Luo Yi was furious and slapped the case.

"I want them to take up their responsibilities!" Bo Langjun also stood up.

As soon as Luo Jiaojiao and Jiang Yu came back, they saw Bo Langjun and Luo Yi fighting with swords.They yelled at each other with angry looks on their faces.

"Hmph!" Luo Yi saw his daughter coming back, and left in a huff.Luo Jiaojiao didn't know what happened, she only took one look at Bo Langjun's fierce eyes, and she was so frightened that she ran and chased after her father.

"Cough! Cough!"

Bo Langjun coughed violently.He suppressed the cough for a long time and finally couldn't hold it anymore.

"Lang Jun! Here!" Jiang Yu handed the handkerchief to Mr. Bo Lang.

"Blood? I'll go to the palace to ask the imperial physician!" Seeing that Bo Langjun was coughing up blood, Jiang Yu was so frightened that she quickly helped him sit down, and then ran out quickly.

Luo Yi and Luo Jiaojiao, who had already boarded the carriage, saw Jiang Yu rushing out of the house in a panic, and then untied the horse from the stone pillar and jumped up.

"Jiang Yu! What's wrong?" Luo Jiaojiao still couldn't help asking.

"Lang Jun vomits blood!" Jiang Yu's voice came from a distance.He has galloped away on horseback.

Hearing this, Luo Yi couldn't help being stunned.Wasn't he fine just now?Could it be that he vomited blood because of his anger?
"Father! What have you done to him?" Luo Jiaojiao withdrew her head from the outside of the car and questioned her father Luo Yi.

"Who ever thought he would be so angry! Let's go!" Luo Yi lowered his eyelids and closed his mouth tightly.

Seeing this, Luo Jiaojiao didn't say anything anymore!She was just worried that Bo Langjun would be okay.

"Stop!" Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help calling.

"What are you going to do?" Luo Yi opened his eyes and asked sharply.

"It's not a gentleman's action for you to leave him in a fit of anger!" Luo Jiaojiao got out of the carriage and jumped off.

Luo Yi was stunned for a while, then sighed.He finally understood that his daughter had grown up, and she had developed feelings for Bo Langjun.

Mr. Bo Lang sat behind the table in a daze, Luo Yi's words still echoed in his ears.

"He's right! I used to be too authoritarian!" Bo Langjun stroked his forehead and sighed.

Luo Jiaojiao walked in gently.Mr. Bo Lang thought it was someone from the mansion, so he said: "I have a terrible headache! Help me go in and rest!"

Luo Jiaojiao walked to Bo Langjun's side and helped him stand up.Mr. Bo Lang smelled a faint fragrance.Why is this smell so familiar?He opened his eyes involuntarily and turned to look at the people around him.

"Didn't you leave?"

"Yeah! It's back again!" Luo Jiaojiao helped Bo Langjun into the inner room.

"Alright! Your father is so angry that I vomit blood! This debt must be settled on your head!" Bo Langjun muttered after lying down.

"Then let's talk about it after you recover!" Luo Jiaojiao took off Mr. Bo's shoes and covered him with a quilt.

Footsteps could be heard outside the house, Luo Jiaojiao saw that there was nowhere to hide in the house, she couldn't help crying.

Bo Langjun squinted his eyes and looked at Luo Jiaojiao's embarrassing appearance, pointing to the bed.

(End of this chapter)