The beauty raised by Lord Hou is a black lotus

Chapter 36 Miss He, I like Xiaoya
Facing He Yao's doubts, Mrs. Zhen Guogong forced a smile and said: "It's a distant relative, and when I first came to Luojing, I didn't know the place, so Qinghe took me with me."

"Amitabha, it turned out to be a distant relative." He Yao caressed her chest in a relaxed manner, "Brother Shizi treated her so well, he didn't hesitate to cheat for her in public when he played Shefu, and I secretly felt sorry for Sister, thinking that Brother Shizi liked her .”

Mrs. Zhen Guo's face became even uglier.

Qinghe was confused, and actually helped Boya cheat in public, isn't this a slap in the face of the He family?

I don't know, I thought their Zhen Guo Gongfu was dissatisfied with this marriage of the He family!
The ladies around have different expressions.

Those who were gloating, teased after He Yao left: "Why is the distant cousin so precious, why don't you let Ciyu take it out to play, but let Qinghe, a young gentleman, take it?"

The wife was half joking, "If Qinghe doesn't like Miss He, he might as well have divorced earlier. Although the kid in my family is a bit stupid, he is still promising and has always admired Miss He."

They all admired He Chenzhu very much.

There are so many confusions and troubles in the big family, so you have to marry a shrewd, powerful and resourceful headed mistress like He Chenzhu, who can control the servants, manage the accounts, and deal with all kinds of human relations.

Mrs. Zhen Guogong smiled perfunctorily, and secretly made up her mind that when the Dharma meeting in Huijue Temple was over, she would give Luo Qinghe and Bai Ya a good beating.

Outside the Zen garden.

He Yao happily chased after He Chenzhu, "Sister!"

He Chenzhu said: "You go and come back, you must have given him eye drops in front of Mrs. Zhen Guo."

He Yao is embarrassed, her elder sister has a delicate heart, and she really can't hide anything from her.

She said crisply: "I'm just so angry. The person he wants to marry is obviously my sister, but he flirts with that Boya La in public. What does it look like? My sister never let him down, but he bullied her first." Sister, are you not angry?"

He Chenzhu: "Bo Ya cannot be a concubine."

She knows too well how much Luo Jing's noble family pays attention to being well-matched.

Even if Luo Qinghe insists on marrying Boya, it is impossible for him, Aye, Auntie, or the entire Luo family to agree. The elders in the clan are stubborn. In their eyes, the youngest son of the family should marry a woman of humble origin like Boya. , is tantamount to deliberately humiliating the family.

They would rather change the candidate for the heir than agreeing to Luo Qinghe to marry Bai Ya.

Since Bai Ya can't threaten her status, why should she be angry?
He Yao tilted her head, "Even so, when the young master is getting close to other girls, I feel like I drank a bowl of old vinegar, and I don't know how sour I feel, but sister, you don't look sad at all. Ah Sister, don't you have any real affection for him?"

He Chenzhu said lightly: "For me, the only thing that can maintain the marriage is the interests of the two parties, not the illusory true feelings. What is the true love of others? I only know that the only person in the world who is willing to give his life for us is Aye. And A Niang, no one else loves us more than them."

He Yao was speechless for a while.

Asking from the bottom of her heart, although she adores the young master, she has not yet reached the point where she can sacrifice her life for him.

The play said, "I don't know the origin of love, but as it goes deeper and deeper, the living can die, the dead can live, the living can't be with the dead, and the dead can't be resurrected, all of which are not the essence of love."

She couldn't help murmuring, "I often hear people say, 'Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately'. In this way, there are not many people who are truly affectionate and firm in the world. It's hard to meet the love of life and death."

He Chenzhu was amused by her bewildered appearance, "Don't think about it, you're like a goose."

The two sisters were talking, when a person came out behind the ancient locust tree in front of them.

The wooden hairpin in Lang Jun's Taoist robe is exactly Luo Qinghe.

Luo Qinghe said: "Miss He, can I take a step to speak?"

He Yao glanced at the two of them, and backed away with a wink.

Luo Qinghe stared at the little lady in front of her. Her skin was fair and transparent, her jaw line was clean and neat, her high bun was as black as a cloud, her snow-white skirt was spotless, and her whole body exuded the dignity that strangers should not get close to. In this Buddhist temple It seems so cold and lonely that it must not be desecrated.

Only the narrow-sleeved pomegranate red round-neck spring shirt revealed a little bit of the vivaciousness and beauty that a young lady of this age should have.

Luo Qinghe suddenly thought of the New Year's Eve palace banquet three years ago.

The monarchs and ministers drank to their heart's content, and the emperor suddenly became interested and wanted to test the knowledge of the young men.

The queen suggested that He Chenzhu also take part in the school examination.

The first round of the test was Fu writing. All the gentlemen here wrote a poem and Fu with a splash of ink, but the one who won the first prize in the end was He Chenzhu.

The emperor read her Fu in public. The article was not only brilliant in writing, but also far-reaching in conception. It was hard to imagine that it was written by a 13-year-old girl who had never studied in the Imperial College. Everyone present was convinced.

The second round is about policy theory.

The title given by the emperor was very difficult, and everyone racked their brains and couldn't write it down, but He Chenzhu was able to write like a fly, and finished an eloquent article in just two quarters of an hour.

Not only that, but she also wrote another article and came to his seat holding it.

Back then, He Chenzhu looked immature, but acted very calmly. She sat beside him and whispered, "Can't you answer it? I wrote one for you too. Let's see if it might be useful." place."

On the white rice paper, her small script with hairpin flowers is beautiful and has a strong character. He glanced at it, and the content of the article is quoted from the classics. .

Seeing this, the young gentlemen around him booed one after another:

"Qinghe, if you can't answer the question, you can just copy the answer sheet of the little girl, don't feel ashamed!"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. The two of them are married. People like you and I can only envy them! When will we have such a powerful fiancee?"

"..."

They were laughing.

It fell into Luo Qinghe's ears, but it became a mockery.

He is a dignified son of the Duke's Mansion, he can't even compare to a 13-year-old girl, and he even copied her answer sheet...

Where does this tell him to put his face? !

He was only 16 years old that year, young and frivolous, the age that cared most about his self-esteem, and he was not good at hiding his emotions.

He immediately turned dark, crumpled up the answer sheet that He Chenzhu had brought, and threw it at her feet mercilessly, "I don't need you to sympathize with me, go away!"

After three years, he had already forgotten He Chenzhu's expression at that time.

But as proud and indifferent as she is, she probably has no expression on her face.

The reason why she gave him the answer sheet was, presumably, just to show off her talent and ability on purpose.

Luo Qinghe recalled, the immature face in memory gradually overlapped with the face in front of him.

He smiled, "Miss He, as you can see, I like Xiaoya."

After saying these words, he seemed to let out some old bad breath, and his heart was very comfortable and happy.

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Good night,

　Thanks to the girl from the Bian family, Wen Hai Shibei, and Xiao Xizi who followed the cabbage wave for their rewards, hug!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)