The character is broken!The General's Sick Beauty Is a Killer

Chapter 50 Suspicion
Tang Xi arranged Meng Alan in the guest room of Xiyu Pavilion.

Not surprisingly, Tang Xianchang knew that her forehead was injured, so he would come to visit her tonight.

This is also the first time Tang Xi arranged for the two to meet.

In the evening, when Tang Xianchang came back from the Prince's Mansion, he got out of the carriage, and the servant stepped forward to report: "Uncle, Miss San is injured."

Tang Xianchang didn't want to pay attention to it at first, he was very busy recently, and the prince put a lot of pressure on him, so he didn't have the time to let her bump into her.

He casually asked, "Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

The boy leaned over and replied, "The injury is on the face."

Tang Xianchang immediately changed the direction of going to the study and went straight to Xiyu Pavilion.

He did not hesitate to spend thousands of dollars to cultivate such a delicate flower, the most important thing is that rare face, she still has great uses, how can she be destroyed? !
Tang Xi expected that Tang Xianchang could come, she had always known Tang Xianchang's position to her, and also knew the importance of this face to Tang Xianchang.

"Father." Tang Xi was blessed, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly lowered, and the gauze on her head was particularly eye-catching.

Tang Xianchang stepped forward, stared at the wound, and frowned deeply, "What did Doctor Gan say, will there be a scar?"

"No," Tang Xi said softly, "Father, don't worry."

Tang Xianchang breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." Then he asked how he got hurt?Why so careless?
Tang Xi explained one by one, and left him to eat in Xiyu Pavilion.

"Father hasn't come to Xiyu Pavilion to see Xi'er for a long time," Tang Xi's eyes were moist and clear, like the cleanest lake in the world, shining on Tang Xianchang's heart, "Since I'm here today, let's have a meal with Xi'er Rice, okay?"

He added: "The back kitchen has been done now, and it will be ready soon."

She asked carefully, fearing that he would find her annoying.

Tang Xianchang sighed inwardly, feeling that he owed this daughter something, so he nodded and agreed.

Tang Xi smiled happily, as if he had received a great gift, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he said happily: "Then I will ask them to add another dish of your favorite steamed sugar cheese, and father will wait here for a while."

Tang Xianchang nodded, watching her happily running to the back kitchen with her plain white skirt, he was also infected by her happiness, and couldn't help smiling, the pressure that lasted for half a month was relieved at this moment.

Tang Xi, who left, did not go far, the joyful smile on his face faded, and he stood behind a crabapple tree at the corner, listening quietly to the movement in the gazebo.

This small and exquisite octagonal pavilion was built for her by Tang Xianchang last year. Eight pillars around it are wrapped with flower vines, and colorful flowers are dotted on it. Charm.

The gazebo is an excellent place to enjoy the coolness in summer or enjoy the snow in winter. The weather is hot in midsummer, and it is even more stuffy and airless in the evening. Tang Xi's dinner is often served here.

Tang Xianchang leaned on the beautifully carved railing, leisurely and admiring the surroundings.

In the octagonal pavilion, the scenery on each side is different. The blooming clematis is like a colorful butterfly circling its branches, seeming to fly away from the world of mortals. The delicate Fujimoto rose is like a sweet dream, drunk in the world, and the wisteria is in full bloom. The screen, the silver star and the green radish have a special charm in the bright spring, and the soft branches with wings, Huang Chan are charming and charming...

Tang Xianchang did not expect that the pavilion built on a whim would be so colorful, and he was a little fascinated for a while.

"Why do you need fine sap, it is colorful, and you will be drunk and admire the flowers."

The Jiangnan voice of Wu Nong's soft language is like a butterfly flapping its wings, breaking into the depths of Tang Xianchang's memory, Jiangnan, his hometown.

He turned around and looked at the person who came.

Meng Alan was wearing a lotus-colored skirt with fluttering sash, holding a snow-white handkerchief in front of her with both hands, her smile was gentle and pleasant yet dignified, full of youthfulness, without the shyness of a young girl, but also It is not as thick as strong wine like a half-aged mistress, but has the gentle beauty accumulated over the years, quiet and holy.

"you are?"

"Meng Alan," Meng Alan bowed and saluted, speaking Jiangnan dialect softly and pleasantly, "Little girl has met uncle."

Tang Xianchang stared at her, slightly dazed.

He seemed to see the smoky trees in the south of the Yangtze River, misty and rainy, just like Rong'er's indelible sadness, white geese flying low, orioles talking harshly, Ran'er half-hidden in the black-painted lattice, sandalwood scented through the window, The smile on the corners of Wanrong's gentle lips is thick and light, everything is like a painting, Jiangnan is still the Jiangnan in memory, but Rong'er and Ran'er are no longer there, things have changed.

Meng Alan still lowered his eyes, maintaining a salute posture.

Just now with a quick glance, she also saw the appearance of this legendary Xianchangbo. He was already a little fat, but not fat and greasy. His body was strong and his appearance was correct. Such a stunning daughter, how can the father be ugly, and because he is fat, he does not look indifferent, but is quite kind and easy to get close to.

Such an appearance was much better than she had expected, and she could completely accept it, without the slightest bit of grudge in her heart.

Knowing that he was still looking at her, Meng Alan pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyebrows were pleasing to the eye, obedient and obedient.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Xianchang finally came to his senses and said, "Excuse me."

Meng Alan said softly: "Uncle Xie." He stood up, still lowering his eyebrows.

"What's your name?" Tang Xianchang asked in a daze.

"Meng Alan." She looked up.

"Meng Alan." Tang Xianchang chewed these three words carefully, sat back in the chair, rested one hand on the edge of the table, and tapped the table with five fingers in turn, "Where are you from? Why are you here?"

It's normal to be on guard. The third lady told her that Xian Changbo was suspicious, and if he wanted to dispel his doubts, he had to let him know that she had no intention of getting close to him.

"The little girl is from Xiang County in the south of the Yangtze River. She came to the capital to find her fiancé, but she was stolen before she found her fiancé. The third lady and his wife were kind enough to let me stay in the Earl's Mansion for a few days and promised to help me find me. That fiancé."

Tang Xianchang nodded, his doubts gradually dissipated, and he smiled kindly, "Xi'er is kind but dull. Since I brought you back to the mansion, I must get along well with you. You can rest assured to stay in the mansion, and I will send someone to help you find relatives."

"Uncle Xie," Meng Alan saluted, straightened up, pinched his handkerchief, bit his lips lightly, thought for a long time before saying: "Your mansion takes me in, let me cook gold and jade, and the third lady also borrows expensive dresses." I wear clothes, and I have never met each other in my life, but your mansion treats me with such kindness as a mountain, I can't repay you, I hope I can find a job in the mansion, and ask uncle to help me."

"No need," Tang Xianchang waved his hand, Earl Xianchang's family has a big business, and he doesn't care about having one more person, "Miss Meng can live in peace."

"Father is right," Tang Xi walked in from the pavilion, followed by a series of maids carrying trays, she waved to them to arrange the dishes one by one, approached and held Meng Alan's hand, and said kindly: "Meng Alan Elder sister can live in the mansion with peace of mind, how can Earl Xianchang's mansion miss your bowl of rice."

Tang Xianchang nodded in agreement.

The maids have already arranged the meals. At a glance, the dishes are exquisitely arranged and extremely rich. The closest thing to Tang Xianchang is a bowl of milky white and mellow sugar-steamed crispy cheese. The rice is served in a blue and white tall bowl. Osmanthus fragrans, in excellent condition.

"Alan doesn't want to," Meng Alan shook his head stubbornly, his gentle eyes contained firmness that no one could shake, "My father taught me since I was a child not to take others' kindness for me for granted. The family precepts must not be forgotten, I hope uncle and third lady will be fulfilled."

Tang Xi pursed her lips, a little embarrassed, and looked at Tang Xianchang as if asking for help, "Father..."

"What errand does Miss Meng want to do?" Tang Xianchang stirred the blue and white porcelain bowl, and he smashed the smooth steamed cheese with sugar.

"I used to tidy up my father's study room, lay out paper and ink, sharpen pens and lift books since I was a child. If adults don't dislike me, I would like to do my part in the study room." She raised her eyes and met Tang Xianchang's gaze, with clear eyes It is sincere from the heart.

Tang Xi paused, but Meng Alan changed his words privately.

It is too abrupt to directly propose to go to the study now, and it will easily arouse Tang Xianchang's awareness.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Tang Xianchang.

He lowered his face slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "I usually have to deal with affairs until midnight, can Miss Meng survive?"

"I can endure it." Meng Alan smiled slightly, her voice soft and firm.

Tang Xianchang nodded as he agreed, and invited again: "Miss Meng must have not had dinner yet, so come eat with me and Xi'er."

Tang Xi's eyes darkened slightly.

He became suspicious.

Meng Alan didn't notice it, but she knew Xu Xutuzhi's reasoning, bowed her head, dignified and polite, "The little girl is a commoner, so she dare not eat at the same table with uncle."

"Then don't force it," Tang Xianchang raised his eyebrows, and said generously: "Then Miss Meng will prepare first, and I will go to the study after dinner."

Meng Alan nodded, with a well-mannered body, turned around and left the octagonal pavilion gracefully.

"Isn't Xi'er going to have dinner with my father? Why just stand and sit." Tang Xianchang looked at a large table of sumptuous dishes in front of him, with fat and drooping corners of his eyes.

Tang Xi focused his eyes, nodded, straightened his dress, and sat down opposite him.

He didn't make it clear, it must have not been confirmed yet, her play still has to go on.

"Father, how does the steamed cheese taste?"

"That's right." Tang Xianchang took a spoonful, savored it carefully, nodded, and suddenly asked, "Is this the cook I invited from Jiangnan for you?"

Tang Xi nodded and said gratefully: "Your father spent a lot of money to find it for me." With a flick of his sleeve, the jade chopsticks picked up a piece of lettuce and put it on his plate, "This dish is also his specialty, father try it. "

"Xi'er." Tang Xianchang stopped picking up vegetables, called her, raised his eyes, and fixedly looked at her.

"Huh?" Tang Xi stopped picking up vegetables, put down his chopsticks, looked at him, tilted his head slightly, and asked with concern, "What do you want to order, father?"

Tang Xianchang stared at her closely, not letting go of any subtle expression on her face.

Tang Xi sneered in his heart, testing her?She is used to acting.

With clear eyebrows and eyes, he blinked, his eyes were pure and sincere, waiting for his reply.

Tang Xianchang began to suspect that he was under too much pressure recently and became suspicious.Xi'er is her own daughter, so how could she do something to let other women get close to her father?
Smiling, he served a bowl of porridge for her, "Xi'er needs to eat more, she is so thin, how can she look like the girl raised by the Earl of Xianchang's mansion?"

The smile in Tang Xi's eyes deepened, she took his bowl, and said in a coquettish tone, "Father, don't laugh at me, which daughter's family in Shangjing is not so thin, if she is fat, father should worry about how to marry me off. "

"Hahaha," Tang Xianchang was amused by her, "I am Uncle Xianchang's daughter, no matter how fat she is, someone will want her."

A dinner, eat happily.

If Tang Xiru wants to please people, she can do it easily. Her insight and control of a person's emotions are amazing.But most of the time, she doesn't bother to go all out to please someone.

(End of this chapter)