General's daughter-in-law

Chapter 21 Young Master He Doesn't Like Soup
"Master."

The butler stood up and handed over the ledger.

Chen Ling took it, glanced at it lightly, and suddenly his eyes fell on the bamboo basket on the desk.

He reached out and took out a loquat from the basket.

The housekeeper glanced at it, and replied: "This is sent by Miss Si, who said it can cure the throat."

After a pause, he looked at the expressionless master in front of him: "Miss Si must have misunderstood that bowl of medicine."

"Well," Chen Ling threw the loquat into the bamboo basket.

The housekeeper reached out to pick up the basket: "The old slave will deal with this now."

He turned and walked out.

"Let's break up," Chen Ling said lightly.

The butler paused, glanced at the basket, and nodded slightly: "That's fine."

The butler came in again, holding a small plate with two loquats on it.

He put the dish on the desk, looked carefully at the master's tired expression, and asked, "Young Master, let's find a woman."

"No need," Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes, and reached out to take out a loquat from the plate.

Under the dim yellow light, the loquats were stained with water droplets, shining brightly.

"The eldest young master is seventeen now, so it may not be impossible to find a roommate."

The butler persuaded earnestly: "Besides, the skill you are practicing now is too counterproductive. It is not a solution to keep drinking medicine to suppress it. The medicine is three-point poisonous. I think it is still..."

"What's going on in Yongcheng?" Chen Ling interrupted him, and his thin lips curled into a cold arc.

The butler quickly took out the letter from his sleeve and handed it over: "The Prince of England has arrived in Yongcheng, and our troops have been arranged. There will be a shortage of food and grass, so he will definitely raise funds in the surrounding towns. He will be the first one in the Yan family One door."

Chen Ling casually glanced at the contents of the letter, stood up and walked to the candlestick.

Seeing the flames eating away bit by bit, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and there were layers of coldness in his deep black eyes.

"Knock Knock-"

"Come in."

The butler frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

The guard lowered his head and reported: "Miss San is here."

There was a trace of surprise in the housekeeper's eyes, he glanced at the night outside the door, and then turned to look at the master: "I'm afraid this time is inappropriate, do you want to see the young master?"

Chen Ling didn't speak, and walked into the back room.

The butler understood, led the guards and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Miss San, why are you here at this time?"

The butler walked down the steps and spoke kindly.

Holding the tray, Yan Yiran looked up at the closed door, her eyes fell on the butler who came out, she suppressed the strangeness in her eyes, and said softly: "I heard that elder brother is not feeling well, so I specially asked the kitchen to Stewed soup for him to supplement."

The butler looked at the tray in her hand and sighed softly: "The young master just took a rest."

Yan Yiran was startled, looked down at the soup bowl on the tray, and then raised her head: "Then please tell the butler again, this soup should be drunk while it's hot, and it's good for your body to sleep after drinking it."

"Young Master, he doesn't like soup."

The butler said this with a smile.

Yan Yiran's hand holding the tray tightened. Under the night, the blood on her face faded a little, her eyes changed rapidly, mixed with disbelief and shame, and soon returned to deathly calm.

After a moment of silence, she bit her lower lip tightly and said, "Then I won't disturb his rest."

The housekeeper nodded: "It's getting cold, Miss San should go back to rest early."

Yan Yiran turned around and left.

The moment she walked out of the courtyard gate, she stopped and looked at the lit room from a distance.

(End of this chapter)