The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 320 Like an Idiot
Yang Ruolan's eyes didn't move away from him, and her hands twisted the handkerchief in front of her body without moving. The two of them blocked the way of the people behind in such a stalemate. It was Yang Ruolan's girl Xiangping who broke the deadlock first and said: "Li Boss, my lady has something to say to you, can you take some time now?"

Li Shu's mind was still confused, looking at Yang Ruolan, she frowned at him, as if waiting for his reply.

"Ah, ah, good... free, free..." Li Shu giggled, but the corners of his mouth hurt a little.

The Fahua Temple in the afternoon was not as lively as it was in the morning, and the pilgrims had already left. Yang Ruolan and Li Shu sat at the stone table, and she poured him a cup of tea.

Today's weather is not so good, it's a little cloudy, and the thousand-year-old pines are very quiet, and the birds stay on the branches, and then fly away.

I don't know if he was drunk, but Li Shu couldn't utter a single word at this moment, Yang Ruolan waited for a long time, and said first: "He said, he likes Cuju, he likes to be lively, he likes Nurhong, and he likes to be in the racecourse. Running recklessly, I like the ginkgo leaves that fall on the ground at Fahua Temple in autumn, and I... like me..."

She spoke softly, enunciating the words clearly, until the last sentence was nasal.

Li Shu's hand holding the cup was trembling, and he put it down simply. He didn't dare to look at her, and just opened the corner of his mouth, said "hmm", and nodded: "That kid Xie Xuan is very good at coaxing people."

Another moment of silence.

Yang Ruolan said quietly: "My father asked me to get married, and my mother also said that he is good, and I also think he is very good..."

"Yeah." Li Shu lowered his head.

"So, so..." Yang Ruolan paused for a while, and then said lightly, "I'm getting married."

Li Shu laughed, and got out of hand as if he had found something to say: "Well, great news, that kid Xie Xuan...you can marry, he is suave and handsome, you won't be wronged if you marry him, such a good person, you Where can I find it, it should have been..."

He said to himself, and when he turned his head, he saw Yang Ruolan's face was covered with tears, and the big drops of tears in those autumn-like pupils silently slid down. with him.

Li Shu suddenly stopped talking.

Yang Ruolan squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay, I just came to tell you. I'm leaving."

As she spoke, she stood up, took a step, then turned her head and said, "...he doesn't like to listen to operas, and from now on, I won't go again..."

"Oh." Li Shu squeezed out a little sound from the back of his throat, without looking at her.

Yang Ruolan stood there for a while, then finally turned around and walked down the steps without looking back.

After an unknown amount of time, the temple bell suddenly rang a few times, and a few pine nuts fell from the top of his head, which happened to fall into the tea and splashed Li Shu's face. He raised his hand to wipe the water stains from the corners of his eyes, and cursed: "So unlucky, unlucky to come home, mother, people who don't know think I'm crying, I've never cried in my life, a joke..."

Unexpectedly, more and more water stains were applied, and the palms of his hands gradually became damp. With the help of alcohol, Li Shu finally fell down on the stone table and cried bitterly...

Mo Wen didn't know what changed secretly in Shengjing in the past month or so since he went to the Northwest. After all, he was an outsider, and it was impossible to thoroughly investigate every corner of Dongxing.

However, Mo Wen knew that since he came back from Northern Xinjiang, there have been more eyeliners around the Zuoxiang Mansion, even people squatting outside the fence of the side courtyard, it seems that they are just waiting to catch him and put him to death.

It doesn't have to be Han Ye's people, it may be any force in the court. They want to see what kind of ability he has, and he can climb so fast in just a few months.The big tree attracts the wind, and even the dumb who used to be silent die faster now.

Therefore, the more formations in the side courtyard today, the less safe it is, unless everything is removed and the side courtyard is really turned into an ordinary resting place... Mo Wen thought about what Han Ye said to him If there is something to point out, it is more certain that Han Ye's power in the northern border is not that simple, and the great contribution made by the Northern Commandery Army this time, is it the King of Jinyang's intention, or is Han Ye's contribution indispensable?

So, is it because Han Ye is worried that his wife will be trapped in the Turkic camp, or is it because the Beijun government needs this big victory?
Perhaps, all the mysteries will be solved when King Jinyang returns to Beijing to report on his duties.In any case, he had to make sure to save his life until the day his wife came back, and for this, he had to plan well.

Half a month later, during the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th, the city of Shengjing was filled with a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and a family banquet was held in the palace. Unlike the last Duanyang family banquet, this time Mo Wen went alone, sitting in a carriage I thought to myself, why didn't he and his wife have enough time?
The autumn wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, swept across the red palace wall, and flew outside the wall.Mo Wen quietly looked out of the car window, thinking of the last Mid-Autumn Festival, in the palace city of Chang'an, that cup of mellow sweet-scented osmanthus wine... He missed his wife more and more amidst the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus all over the city.

"Consort Jing, we're here." The carriage stopped slowly, and Gui Jiu helped him get off the carriage.

When Mo Wen got out of the car, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Han Ye and his wife walking towards him.

Since Han Ye had a drink together last time, his attitude towards Mo Wen changed. Instead of ignoring him coldly, he greeted him politely, as if the old feud between them had really settled down, and Han Ye didn't care if he married Mo Wen. He lost his little junior sister, and he didn't care that his wife still had Han Ye's place in his heart, they really let go of each other.

Baililuo has restrained a lot since the last "miscarriage", and was confined in the Jinyang Palace for more than a month. This was the first time she went out.Despite the miscarriage, Baililuo's color at this moment has not faded in the slightest, her makeup is still bright, and the silver lock pearls hanging from her forehead are shining brightly, matching her elegant and luxurious clothes, which has a special charm.

Seeing Han Ye and Mo Wen exchanging polite greetings, Baililuo laughed, looked at Mo Wen with a pair of beautiful eyes, then turned to Han Ye and said, "I have been resting in the mansion for these days, but I don't know that my husband and Consort Jing are so friendly?"

Mo Wen smiled lightly, and said in his heart, she didn't know, he didn't know, only Han Ye knew.

Han Ye remained silent, and was very indifferent to Baililuo. Baililuo made a fuss, but he broke the siege by himself: "But it's not bad. Husband can make friends with Jing's son-in-law. Sister Jing'er must be happy when she comes back. The four-year fellowship between brothers and sisters, how can it be broken just like that? That would be great."

If she didn't poke a hole in Han Ye's heart for a day, she would not give up. As long as Bai Lijing was mentioned, Han Ye couldn't hide it no matter how good his concentration was, Han Ye really didn't answer.

The three of them walked together to the hall where the banquet was held. The sky had just darkened, and the surroundings were silent. Baililuo walked between Mo Wen and Han Ye, and kept talking to Mo Wen: "My brother-in-law knows when Sister Jing'er will come back." Is it?"

(End of this chapter)