Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 31 That's it

In Xu time, Peach Blossom Hall.

After Wanyan's big axis performance, she was taken to the door of Taohua Hall by her mother.

"Go in!" Mom said with a smile in her eyes, "Mom hasn't taken care of you well during this time, and we, the director of the teaching workshop, will have to count on you from now on."

Wan Yan held the pipa and gently fiddled with the strings. Her mother's attitude today was very strange.

Without moving her feet, her mother gently pushed Wanyan's back: "Master Su is inside, you go in quickly."

Wan Yan panicked, and the lord really came.

Looking at my mother's expression, it is estimated that the 500 taels of silver, the adults did not miss a penny.

Mom smiled and knocked on the door, and whispered flatteringly: "Master Su, Miss Wanyan is here."

Wan Yan took out a gold bell from her sleeve and tied it to her ankle, and walked slowly through the door.

Looking into the eyes, Wan Yan saw Su Jizhi wearing the dark brown uniform and sitting on the nanmu Eight Immortals chair.

The screen blocks the Eight Immortals chair on the other side.

The adult seemed to be taken aback when he saw her, but his face was always sullen.

Wan Yan made the ankle bells ring loudly on purpose, and sure enough, the lord moved on the Eight Immortals chair.

She walked over and called softly, "My lord!"

Wan Yan found that the adult was a little haggard, her air pressure was extremely low, she pursed her lips, she only glanced at her and then looked away, her hands were tightly gripping the armrest of the nanmu chair.

Wan Yan was beating a drum in her heart.

Miao catches the head and asks her to make the adults happy.

She also really wants to make adults happy every day.

Miao Hong said that only she can cure adults' heart disease.

Wan Yan doesn't quite believe it.

Now look at the grown-ups.

Wan Yan was even less sure of making the adults feel better.

But seeing the adults look a little uneasy, Wan Yan regained her confidence.

The sound of bells can make adults mess up.

Thinking of this, Wan Yan suddenly felt relieved, and a naughty thought crossed her mind.

Approaching Su Jizhi, Miao Hong was sitting on another Eight Immortals chair, winking at her.

Wan Yan wanted to laugh.

Niao Tingting sat across from Su Jizhi: "My lord, Wan Yan has learned another piece of music in the past few days, so I want to play it for my lord?"

Su Jizhi didn't speak.

Miao Hong greeted loudly: "Hurry up, since this is the case, Miss Wanyan, don't keep it, play and listen to all old and new songs, we adults love to listen to them the most."

Su Jizhi glanced over, Miao Hong smiled and poured tea for him quickly: "Come, Mr. Su, drink tea and listen to music."

With a smile on the corner of Wanyan's mouth, he bowed his head and played with the strings. Last time it was a beautiful dance under the moon, this time it was big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.

In the afternoon, when Aunt Tian told Wan Yan that she wanted to appease Mrs. Su, Wan Yan thought of these songs.

So when the Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night played, Wan Yan remembered all the past between her and Su Jizhi.

When we first met, she was very afraid of him, but in order to impress the adults, she tried her best, but the adults seemed unmoved,
Later, she pretended to confess her love to the adults in the study, and even though the adults didn't believe her, they let her go.

Afterwards, there was a smile in Wan Yan's eyes, that time under the moon, the lord actually ran away in despair.

As the fingertips whirled, the rhythm flew into Su Jizhi's heart.

Miao Hong kept staring at Su Jizhi with his eyes.

When Wan Yan lowered her head to play, the adult's eyes had already hung firmly on her body.

Miao Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

He took the instructions of all the government officials in Tongshan Mansion and dared not slack off in the slightest.

Master Su's mood is related to the atmosphere of the Tongshan government office.

In the past two days, the yamen servants who were called by Su Jizhi to the training ground to fight against each other were miserable.

Not to mention the hot weather, the adults carry the wind with their knives.

The kitchen is also complaining that Mr. Su's taste has changed in the past few days, either salty or bland, and the food can't be cooked at all.

Master Su raised his eyes, who is not afraid?
For the good life of all the government servants, Miao Hong is willing to fight for Master Su's feelings.

At the end of the song, Wan Yan looked at the lord.

He still sat there coldly, his expression much more relaxed than before.

"Farewell for a few days, how are you doing, my lord?"

Su Jizhi moved his mouth and said two words lightly: "It's okay."

Wan Yan suppressed her smile, my lord is angry.

Angry with whom?

Looking at Miao Hong, Miao Hong still pouted at Su Jizhi, signaling Wan Yan to charge upwards.

"My lord!" Wan Yan deliberately slowed down her speech, and her already soft voice was even more coquettish: "Wan Yan always remembers the things after meeting your lord."

"What's the matter?" Su Jizhi's face was cold, his voice eagerly betrayed him.

"Your Excellency is upright and firm. No matter how difficult it is, you will do what you are looking for. Wan Yan said that you are admirable. This is the truth."

Wan Yan tilted her head, the light pink rose satin made her misty eyes soft and pretty.

Miao Hong found that Mr. Su's tensed shoulders relaxed.

"Also, believe it or not, Wanyan still has a lot to say."

After speaking, pluck the strings lightly.

"There is only Chun Tingyue in love, and it is still a picture of fallen flowers. There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting hall."

"The boat fell on the lotus picking lake and returned, and the wind made the Hunan skirt green. A pipa has a few lines of tears. I hope you will return, and there will be no news of the hibiscus blooming. How cool is the night, where are the red mandarin ducks and egrets flying together?"

"The thin shadow is self-pitying the autumn water, Qingxu pity me and I pity Qing. The swan geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water, so melancholy is hard to send. Overlapping tears and enclosing brocade words, there is only love in life that is hard to die."

Wan Yan murmured softly, curling up to tell her heartfelt words.

Miao Hong looked at Su Jizhi's gradually relaxing shoulders, and his jaw dropped in shock.

Is this... ok?

After Wan Yan recites a few poems, Master Su will be fine after the rain?
He simply despised Su Jizhi!

Miao Hong left at the right time, and when he walked past Wan Yan, he gave her a thumbs up.

Wan Yan smiled sweetly, put down her pipa, and approached Su Jizhi.

"My lord, would you like Wan Yan to make you a cup of tea?"

In this situation and in this situation, turning back time, the two of them simultaneously thought of the scene of Wanyan making tea for Su Jizhi last time.

It's only a few days, but it seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Su Ji's face was cold, but his heart was like a spring breeze.

Before I knew it, I was in a good mood.

Wan Yan paid attention to the expression of the lord, and saw that his brows were soothed, and she secretly rejoiced in her heart that the poems she had recited a few days ago really came in handy.

"Why did you give me a bank note?" Su Jizhi stared at Wan Yan, and finally asked what was in his heart.

The girl had an epiphany, and the adults are angry because of this?
"Wan Yan is sincerely grateful to the adults for taking care of them. Those few days also gave Wan Yan a lot of insight. Although I was in the Jiaofang Division, I was the daughter of an ordinary family two years ago. I dare not even imagine that I can follow the adults to see the court. These things."

Su Jizhi wanted to snort coldly, but what came out was a hmm.

Putting on airs uncomfortably, Su Jizhi emphasized again: "Although those verses just now are words of admiration, they are not words from the bottom of Miss Wanyan's heart. Su Mou knows all the beautiful words from the great Qi poet."

Does this mean you still want Wan Yan to speak for herself?

Wan Yan didn't want to laugh at first, so she couldn't hold back, covered her mouth with a champagne and let out a gurgling sound.

Su Jizhi frowned, and then smiled.

The two looked at each other, and a red cloud flew over their respective cheeks.

"Cough cough..."

"Uh-huh……"

Su Jizhi picked up the teacup and took a sip, Wan Yan went back to her seat and pretended to hug the pipa.

Su Jizhi's unhappiness caused by the emperor raising Wanyan's social status didn't weigh so heavily on his heart.

The anger of the past few days dissipated.

"Wan Yan, I have money." Su Jizhi said suddenly.

Wan Yan was stunned for a moment, and smiled lightly: "I know."

The midsummer evening breeze is slightly drunk, with an intoxicating aroma.

The two of them tasted this sweet and wonderful taste for the first time.

(End of this chapter)