Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 414
I turned off the fire, lost the big spoon, and wasted the whole afternoon. I was almost full.
Su Er didn't know why, and thought this was the final product: "Ma'am, is this the way to eat this dish?"

There was obvious suspicion in those small eyes, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously, for fear that Meng Baiyun would make fun of him for his short-sightedness.

"It's not a dish, pour it out."

Su Er had a look of pity: "So much pork suet has been boiled like this, and you can't eat it. Ma'am, do you have any displeasure in your heart, so you have to use this method to vent."

Meng Baiyun was thinking about what went wrong, when he heard Su Er's words, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Am I such a boring person?"

"What's boring, it smells so good, sister-in-law."

Outside the door, although a touch of aqua blue is soft, but in Su Er's eyes, it is very eye-catching.

It really came.

The general was right behind the blue clothes, with an apologetic look on his face, Su Er secretly thought, let's explain to Madam after a while.

Looking at Meng Baiyun, she was still sitting without moving a bit. Obviously, for the arrival of Lan Yi, Su Er just dared to express her dissatisfaction in her heart, and her wife didn't even bother to give face.

Not getting a response, Lan Yi felt aggrieved, and turned to look at Long Aohan.

"Brother, is sister-in-law angry with me?"
Long Aohan knew about the rift between Meng Baiyun and Lan Yi, he wholeheartedly wanted the two to get along well, and his aunt and sister-in-law were harmonious, but it was obviously impossible.

The last time Lan Yi came, even though some small tricks were indeed excessive, Meng Baiyun still made false claims with her.

But now, Baiyun obviously couldn't see Lan Yi directly.

He found and brought back the blue clothes. Meng Baiyun was not happy, but he couldn't just leave the blue clothes alone.

"Lanyi, go to Wuyuan first, I'll go see you in a while."

Lan Yi looked downcast, looking cautious and pitiful: "Okay, brother."

When she was leaving, she still didn't forget to look back at Meng Baiyun timidly, the look on her face made Su Er's teeth itch, she could really pretend, as if something happened to her wife.

After Lanyi went out, Long Aohan accompanied him with a smiling face: "Baiyun."

Meng Baiyun raised his hand: "Don't look at me flatteringly, unlike you, I look at you."

"Su Er, Liu Qing, you all go out first."

Long Aohan didn't want his servants to see the joke, so he sent Su Er and Liu Qing out.

As soon as the two left, Long Aohan walked up to Meng Baiyun: "Not happy."

"Well, but be mentally prepared."

"She's sick, I'll pick her up to recuperate, and I'll send her back when she recovers."

"Then I'm afraid the disease won't get better."

Knowing that Meng Baiyun was unhappy, he was not annoyed, but said softly: "Let's write off everything before. If Lanyi does something wrong again, you can tell me directly."

Meng Baiyun wasn't so unhappy at first, because he knew that the old lady would drive him away if the blue clothes' butt was not hot.

But when Long Aohan said that, she really didn't like to hear it.

"Are you afraid that I will stab her secretly and kill her again?"

Long Aohan didn't deny it: "Last time, she almost died."

"Yes, I said she poisoned me, you don't believe me, until what you want is seeing is believing, you can't see how she harmed me, you just saw me harm her."

Long Aohan frowned.

After sending off the blue clothes, the two reached a tacit understanding, and neither of them mentioned it again.

It's just that no one mentioned it, but it doesn't mean that the matter has disappeared.

In fact, this matter has long been a thorn in the hearts of the two of them.

"Baiyun, what happened in the past, can't let it become the past?"

Meng Baiyun wanted to scold the "three-character proverb", but in the end she held back, as Su Er said, if she got angry with Long Aohan, she would not follow the way of that little fairy in blue.

Moreover, in the final analysis, that incident stuck in the bottom of her heart, and it hurt even when she shook it.

Automatically ignore it, she was a free-ranging doll full of lies, and Long Aohan didn't see enough of his sister and didn't trust her enough.

She brings up old things again, just looking for trouble.

"Okay." She secretly took a deep breath, raised her head gracefully, "forgot."

But Long Aohan saw from the depths of her eyes that she was uncompromising.

"I'll let people look at Lan Yi and try not to let her come and walk around here. When she recovers, I'll send her away."

He felt that this was the biggest compromise and negotiation.

Meng Baiyun seemed indifferent: "Whatever, you arrange it."

"Are you angry?"

Really not, her attitude is so light, it's just that until Lanyi has no chance to stay.

"I'm not angry, although it's not the truth, but I don't want to argue with you again because of her. It's not worth it. I have the time and plenty of things to do. If you're not busy seeing her, move these firewood to the eaves for me. Next, I will use it tomorrow."

When Long Aohan came in, he found a messy yard.

I just thought about how to reconcile the relationship between Meng Baiyun and Lanyi, so I didn't have time to ask.

Now when I heard Meng Baiyun talking about the pyre, I finally couldn't hold back: "What are these?"

"I wanted to make something small, but it failed, and I'm tired." Yawning, stretching her waist, twisting her waist twice, she looked at Long Aohan with a smile, "Maybe I'm going to make a fortune oh."

Long Aohan has already rolled up his sleeves, and began to tidy up the rubbish she made without complaint.

As long as she's happy, it's fine.

"What big fortune?"

"So far, because I'm still in a state of failure, I'll keep it a secret for now. When I succeed, look, well, I owe you a lot of money, and I will pay you back when the time comes."

Long Aohan was slightly taken aback.

He smiled lightly and shook his head: "I've said it all, mine is yours, and I don't know where you got so many weird things in your mind. Isn't it natural for a wife to spend her husband's money? How did you get here? , I always feel that the heavens cannot tolerate it."

"I just don't want to spoil myself."

"But I am willing to get used to you."

There was a warm current in Meng Baiyun's heart. In fact, he had said many times that what was his was hers, so she didn't have to worry about it and opened up.

However, Meng Baiyun very much wants to maintain an independent personality in some matters.

Like money.

The new era thought brought by the previous life is certainly one of them.

But in the past three years in Mujiazhai, every brick and every thread was obtained by her own efforts. That kind of life is fulfilling, happy, and free. Everyone is building their homes in full swing and living a good life for themselves.

Of course, if this kind of thinking is translated into the vernacular: women love money, the more the better.

She doesn't expect to be the world's richest man like Weng Junsheng, but she also wants to run her own business empire.

A little exaggerated.

In fact, in the final analysis, she wanted to open an "ancient hospital".

If the soap can be successful, go to Weng Junsheng to cooperate, her technology and his methods will definitely make a lot of money.

Accumulate capital, and when she unloads the burden in her stomach, she can work hard for her dream.

She was born to be a doctor.

She is looking forward to the day when her medical center will be in full swing.

It's just that the grand vision is there, but the reality is really realistic.

What the fuck is the formula for the soap? The little girl in the department told her no less than ten formulas. Once each formula is finished, the first one must be given to her.

She remembered that a few of them were quite useful and fragrant, why can't she remember any of the recipes at all now?

There are more than a dozen recipes, each of which is bit by bit, and she doubts herself if she wants to make soap.

Fortunately, she has a lot of time.

At night, she was biting the tip of her pen and writing vigorously. Long Aohan had already bathed, his hair was like a waterfall, and he was wearing a plain white gown, which made him look like an exile from that day.

At present, Meng Baiyun only has suet, pancreas, plant ash, and palm fruit in his mind.

After wandering around in front of the desk, finally confirming that he was treated as air, Long Aohan finally couldn't help it: "Baiyun, are you busy writing?"

"Something."

"what?"

"Something to use."

"What to use?"

"It's just something to use."

Asking is tantamount to asking for nothing.

Seeing her seriousness, Long Aohan couldn't bear to disturb her, took a book to the side, and stayed with her.

From time to time, I raised my head from the book and looked at her back, sometimes I really felt that she was too special.

For example, when it comes to writing, her calligraphy is obviously good, and she can even imitate his handwriting perfectly, but most of the time, if she wants to write something, she will hold a goose feather, the end of the tube is sharpened , written with ink, the writing is extremely thin, but it is very elegant and refreshing, with a special taste.

Occasionally she would ask Su Er to wrap the charcoal in rice paper and sharpen one end to serve as a pen.

He used her two pens once, but it was really difficult to write, so he gave up.

But looking at her, she writes more smoothly than a brush, and I don't know when she learned it.

With a slight smile on his lips, he shook his head and continued to read his book.

It was three poles above the moon, but Meng Baiyun still didn't feel sleepy.

She didn't realize that the night was getting dark until she looked back and saw Long Aohan lying on a chair and sleeping under a book.

"Ao Han, Ao Han?"

Long Aohan opened his eyes, he was not sound asleep, but his eyes were astringent from reading, so he closed for a while.

"Aohan, sleep if you're sleepy, don't accompany me."

From the meaning of this, she didn't intend to sleep.

Long Aohan sat up, suddenly embraced her with a large palm, and easily hugged her: "Then you can accompany me."
"Scared me, let me down, I haven't finished writing yet."

"Let's write tomorrow, it's getting late."

Ok.

In fact, I can't think of anything anymore, maybe I'll sleep and my mind will be clearer.

"Okay, then you put me down too, and I'll wash up first."

"No, I don't think you're dirty."

As he said, he put her on the bed, pulled out the quilt, and covered her with his head.

Meng Baiyun tore off the quilt, and it was pitch black outside.

The action was really neat, and the oil lamp was extinguished so quickly.

"Don't think I'll get up with bad breath tomorrow."

"I don't mind."

"I was also accused of having a greasy face."

"Well, don't mind it, go to sleep."

"I haven't taken off my clothes yet."

"let me help you."

"Oh, it's disgusting if you touch it with your hand."

"I'm just helping you undress."

"Oh, no, tickle, I'm here by myself, don't make trouble, aren't you sleepy?"

"Suddenly I'm not so sleepy anymore."

"I hate it, Long Aohan, if you do this again, I will kick you down."

"I did not do anything."

"You pretend, I took off my bellyband before I took off my coat, you said you didn't do anything, don't, don't, I'm tickling, Long Aohan, Long Aohan!"

After some fuss, he had a good meal of tofu.

But after the fuss, the tiredness came quickly.

Meng Baiyun curled up in Long Aohan's arms, and fell asleep sweetly.
What soap, what dream of getting rich, at this moment is not as good as a solid sleep.

(End of this chapter)