General's daughter-in-law

Chapter 83
The sunlight casts mottled tree shadows and coats the ground with a layer of golden brilliance.

The Qin Garden in Yan Mansion is surrounded by quiet bamboo forests and brooks. Many kinds of precious flowers are planted here, and the scent of flowers is still wafting through the nose.

Looking around, a piece of gold shimmers and is colorful, which is not so ethereal and beautiful.

Lu Heng stood among them: "The Yan Mansion is worthy of being the number one family in Nanping Town. Few people in the capital can match such financial resources."

Yan Yiran was startled, and looked up at the young master in white clothes next to him: "Third young master, this place was specially cleaned up by my elder brother, and many flower seeds were transplanted from other places, it should be said that it was from other merchants. It was given as a gift, and no silver was specially used to buy it."

The daily expenses of the mansion are kept in accounts. Although the current property of the Yan mansion is earned by the eldest brother, if it is said that a lot of money is used to buy these things, the grandmother will not agree.

"I have heard about the ability of the eldest son, but now I see it with my own eyes, and I admire it very much." Lu Heng's eyes flashed with interest, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "I really want to make friends with the eldest son. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a second one."

Yan Yiran paused in her heart, her face flushed slightly, and she nodded slightly: "My elder brother is a very capable person."

Lu Heng looked at the shy and timid girl in front of him, and was slightly taken aback, a little thoughtful.

Suddenly, a pleasant piano sound rang in my ears.

Lu Heng withdrew his gaze and looked around: "There are other people in this garden."

Yan Yiran came back to her senses, listened carefully to the tone, her face froze slightly, her hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist.

"Let's go have a look."

Lu Heng turned his head to look at the person next to him.

Yan Yiran nodded slightly.

In the gazebo, Yan Yiwan was playing the piano, but her eyes were fixed on the person opposite.

I saw that bony hand lifted the bowl cover, picked up the spoon and took a mouthful to feed it to his mouth.

The sound of the piano in her hand stopped suddenly, and Yan Yiwan asked nervously, "Brother, how is it? Is it good?"

Chen Ling swallowed the sweet taste in his mouth, and he looked at her: "I still like to drink tea."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Yan Yiwan's eyes, and she asked Nan Gui to put on the stove and tea supplies, and she walked over to skillfully filter the water to light the fire.

After finishing, she sat in front of the stone table, propped her face with her hands, and said angrily, "Brother, you are too shameless. This is the first time I made this, and I cut off my hand, so you only take a sip."

Chen Ling raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "You did it?"

He looked at the pitted pear meat in the bowl, it seemed that it was not as good-looking as the one served before.

Chen Ling reached out and picked up the spoon again.

Yan Yiwan picked up the lid and put it on: "Don't force yourself to eat if you don't like it, I'll just make more tea for you in the future."

Chen Ling took her hand, and his eyes fell on the scratch on the fingertip.

"After all this, you still play the piano?"

His voice was low, with undetected anger.

Yan Yiwan pursed her lips and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it tightly.

"The wound is not deep, so it doesn't hurt after applying the medicine."

She spoke disapprovingly, the roughness between the fingers of the big palm on her wrist made her feel uncomfortable.

"Brother, I'm fine. I'm going to add some tea. Let go first."

Yan Yiwan sounded a reminder.

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the slender fingers like jade. The nails were neatly trimmed, slightly pink, small and cute, and the wrist under the palm was delicate and incredibly soft.

(End of this chapter)