Chapter 316

After the husband and wife said, Lin Lang's illness recovered quickly.

As the Duke of Yan said, he didn't like to hold on to the narrow-minded man who had never let go of the past. He knew that his wife was not deep in the world and was easily confused by the beautiful appearance of the young man. He thought that he was a first-time offender. When he saw that Lin Lang's illness was not trivial, he was still very ill. Therefore, his heart softened and he was acquitted.

He is not really a soft hearted person, but his wife always has a way to make him make exceptions.

Maybe I was born to conquer him.

"Ma'am, my husband's reputation in my whole life is going to fall on you." In the pavilion, the Duke of Yan peeled a small pile of melon seeds from a small dish, then cleaned his hands and held them in front of her. "Who has ever seen the Grand Master of the state? How pitiful is it that the hostess of your family has not given her a sip of water and has to work hard to peel melon seeds for a fat parrot?"

It's beautiful, and it looks like a beautiful silk.

Seeing the Duke of Yan talking, he suddenly fluttered his feathers and screamed -

"poor, poor, poor!"

Being satirized by a parrot, the Duke of Yan said calmly, "madam, did you hear that? Even your little pet feels extremely pitiful for her husband."

Lin Lang spins over and her skirt flutters in the breeze.

"My husband works hard. I'll make tea for him."

Now it is March, and the weather is a little warmer. The Duke of Yan looks at her dress with green lake and lotus pattern. She is so beautiful. So he rubbed the man into his arms and gently sucked a kiss. He saw that the corner of his eyes flew thin red. The man said hoarsely in his final voice, "no, my husband has got the best reception, and I don't feel sorry any more."

Lin Lang glared at him, pushed his chest, "old not shy."

The Duke of Yan's chest trembled slightly and restrained his smile. He was about to say something. Suddenly he heard a clear and cold tone, "father, mother, son, give you your regards."

Looking up, shiziye is dressed in Raven blue clothes today. His front is stained with dark red color like blood clotting. His waist is hung with a thin curved yanlingdao. He raised his eyelids, and his stepmother sat on his father's knee, his back to him was a head of black hair, hairpin cuibu shake.

No need to search her face, Yan zhaolie also knows what kind of charming situation she is at this time. Her thin back is like the afterwave after the bow string leaves the arrow, and she fluctuates and trembles in a weak posture.

His dark eyes were deep and gloomy.

Since he sent her back to his house, from December to March, if there was no Duke of Yan present, he would have met her five times, either in the cloister or in the corner of the attic. He wanted to say a few words, and the other party took up silk. He was so frustrated that he didn't want to talk to him more.

Yan zhaolie vaguely realized that the source of her anger was not that he held her back at that time, so that he could not plead for the monk, which eventually led to his death.

But can you blame him?

If he hadn't stopped people and sent them back to the house in safety, the old man would have spared her to flee without permission? The reason why Shi Jingcheng's letter was sent to him, not to the Duke of Yan, was that he knew better than his young son that Lao Tzu was a killer without blinking an eye.

Why should she blame him for all these mistakes?

The more he thought about it, the more he held back.

He suffered one after another, but he was still the same person.

The man was so sick last year that he couldn't even find a place to lose his temper.

Hearing his son's greeting, the Duke of Yan said, "well," and Lin Lang got up from her husband and sat down with her skirt folded.

The Duke of Yan looked at Lin Lang and said to Yan zhaolie, "you have done a good job in smuggling salt merchants. In ten days' time, the imperial edict will come down directly and promote you as commander. You will be in charge of the two central guards of the capital, Jinwei camp and Shenji camp. "

As a standard strict father, the Duke of Yan seldom praises his son in person, which shows how far Yan zhaolie has grown up.

Lin Lang was surprised to see him, the other side was calm and nodded, only said, "my son knows."

The Duke of Yan thought about it for a while and asked him, "if you don't have enough feather, don't talk about Gao Fei. You need to set up your own pro army as soon as possible. If this appointment comes down, your son's status will be exposed sooner or later. You may as well take advantage of this break to win over people's hearts. If a brother is willing to go through life and death with you, don't treat him unfairly. Try to be honest with him. This pro army will be the most important help for you in the future, so that you can be even more powerful. "

The reason why he sent Yan zhaolie to the military camp was to punish his son for disrespect to his stepmother and to train his mind. The Duke of Yan didn't approve of Yan zhaolie's entry into the civil service. Although his status as the son of a prince made him feel like a fish in water, it was easy to cover his eyes. After he had been in the officialdom for a long time, he was expected to raise a corrupt official who played tricks on his mind.

Although the dignified officials can make him famous for a while, they can't keep him prosperous forever. The Duke of Yan preferred his son to earn the fortune without the shadow. He would not cheat people step by step. Even if he fails, he still has a strong will and spirit tempered in the sea of blood. He has an invincible backbone, and no matter how big the predicament is, he will not collapse.Yan zhaolie's early accession to the WTO would have achieved such outstanding achievements. The Duke of Yan was very satisfied. However, relaxation is a way of literature and martial arts. He can't always force his son to forge ahead. Moreover, after half a year's work, he really needs a rest.

The Duke of Yan thought so and said with a smile, "it's hard for you to rest. Don't talk about these headache business. The peach blossom outside is very gorgeous. You can find some friends to recite and have a walk in the green when you are free. Besides, you will hold the crown ceremony next year. Since you have established a career, you should also have a family. Tell your father that you have planted Begonia flowers in your courtyard, but which girl do you want to hire? "

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Yan zhaolie is still a little careless. As soon as he gets married, his back muscles are slightly strained, and he can hardly control his eyes. However, he is not what he used to be, and he hides the clue with the posture of moving his muscles and bones to make a loose and tired look.

"Father, please spare your son. I'd rather sleep with my knife than bother with those naughty things."

The Duke of Yan didn't care about him. He knew about his son's lack of oil and salt for a long time. He turned his head and patted Lin Lang's hand. "It seems that this period of time is going to be hard for the hostess of the government. Help the lazy boy palm his eyes and see which young lady is suitable. However, the boy is always vicious, and he is not clean up. His wife had better find some that can hold him down. It doesn't matter if he is shrewd

Yan zhaolie opened his mouth to refuse. Lin Lang's words were a step faster than him. "Don't worry, my husband. I attended several flower appreciation parties held by the ladies before. The girls at the banquet were knowledgeable and reasonable. I was very happy to see it. If I became a family, it would be even more wonderful."

His palms were hanging in his sleeves, and the back of his hands was covered with ferocious blue veins.

"Well, please take care of your mother."

Yan zhaolie loosened his fist again and resumed his indifference.

Lin Lang pursed her lips and laughed. She seemed to be a kind-hearted mother. "You may rest assured that your father is only deliberately teasing you. Your mother will choose a kind person for you."

Her action is very quick, the next day released the news that the government intends to choose the future Princess.

Just in the afternoon, the desk was filled with pictures of beautiful women who were intended to marry the government. The Yan family is very powerful. Not to mention the position of the Duke of Yan in the imperial court, Yan Shizi was also born with a long Zhang Fengzi, who was incomparably beautiful. He was a dream lover of many unmarried daughters.

After a few days, Lin Lang picked his eyes and finally gathered the scroll together. Then he asked shiziye to come over.

When Yan zhaolie, who was writing calligraphy, heard that she wanted to see herself, she suddenly felt a lot of spring water in her heart. Later, she thought about it. No, she never looked for herself when she had nothing to do. Is this the first time that she married him?

Shiziye's brow became colder and colder. He strode out of the maid's timid eyes and went to the green mud garden where Lin Lang was.

When she went in, the princess's mother was leaning against the chair of the imperial concubine, with lotus petals embedded in her temples and a gold hairpin inlaid with jadeite. Her litchi like fingertips were playing with the green bracelet between her wrists. Her posture was leisurely, giving birth to a languid style. She heard the sound of the door, raised her face on the pair of cold Phoenix eyes.

Tut, this little animal is going to get angry.

Lin Lang pretended not to see the sullen look in his eyes, and said gently, "is zhaolie coming? Come on, sit here. Mother has something important to discuss with you. Tea, cui'er. "

"It seems that my mother is very anxious and can't wait for a few days."

Yan zhaolie gently lifted off the corner of her robe and sat opposite her.

"This is your life and death. How dare mother delay?" Lin Lang's words are not leaking, directly took a stick to him, "here, look, there is no special girl, mother can help you pay attention to it in the future."

Yan zhaolie sneers and doesn't speak. He grabs one side and shakes it violently. The scroll is rolling, and the other end slams into Lin Lang's heart.

The light green bra is embroidered with twigs and vines twining into flowers. It matches the snow color on the top, which makes it a bit more enchanting. Yan zhaolie heard her angry low voice, "what do you do?" If the maid had not gone far away, he would have taken off several layers of blood if he had not teased his stepmother and reported to Laozi.

"I'm sorry, because I'm so excited, I'm slipping."

He said an apology, but there was no real repentance on his face.

Lin Lang dropped his eyes and ignored him.

Yan zhaolie begged for no fun. He took back his eyes and glanced at the woman on the painting and said, "this is not good. It's too short. If you find her to give birth to the offspring, the boys will be ridiculed when they grow up."

Lin Lang handed him another one.

As usual, I got a bunch of poisonous tongues.

"In red? Didn't you see a mole on the corner of her mouth? Looking at the sesame dots all day long, what do you think I can think of? "

Even the animal can say, "master all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting? Who is this person? She is so capable that she has learned four things at the age of 13. I dare not marry her. The cost of living is too high. "

After listening to half an hour's provocation, the maid felt sorry for Lin Lang, and the son of a generation was deliberately trying to embarrass his mistress!After Yan zhaolie commented on the famous ladies in Yunjing, he held his chest and looked at Lin Lang with a smile. "Mother, what can I do? My son, I can't even look up to it."

Lin Lang was close to the painting scroll, and was also excited by him. His expression was not as warm as before, with some sonorous coldness. "Please teach me in person, what kind of celestial figure can win the favor of the son of heaven."

Yan zhaolie really hates her like this. He can laugh at the old head, and he is the chilly winter. He suddenly stands up, and the table is swayed by strength. "Since mother said that, zhaolie will let her see what kind of girl can fascinate me."

He went straight to the desk next to him. He had all kinds of brush, ink, paper and inkstone. He also added some exquisite sculpture things, which showed the hostess's preference incisively and vividly. The most eye-catching is a small white jade statue of two lions playing with hydrangea. It was carved by the Duke of Yan in his spare time to please his wife.

Besides, there is also a wonderful lamp of fish carrying a building, which was brought by the Duke of Yan to a banquet in the palace of Linlang during the Shangyuan Festival. Seeing that she looked more at the present of tribute, she asked for it on the spot.

Yan zhaolie's eyes flashed, raised his hand to open the ink.

The maidservant was only watching outside the crystal curtain. Seeing the wanton gesture of shiziye, she could not help but blush quietly. Thinking that the young lady was about to enter the door, the shyness turned into loneliness.

Lin Lang closed the brocade and silk that slipped to her wrist. A pair of pink and yellow butterflies flew out of the window. She was a little distracted. She only heard the sound of "pa", and the other side stopped writing.

She looked at it. Although she had expected it, she didn't expect that the little bunny would be so bold. She really drew her on the paper. There were bright Begonia flowers in her hair. Her eyebrows were similar to each other. The hibiscus face was easy to be angry and happy. This was still under the condition that he quickly finished the work.

If it was not for his excellent understanding, he must have copied people thousands of times. Otherwise, he would not have captured a person's body shape, appearance and facial features, and even the movement of his eyes in such a short time.

"Well, my sweetheart, isn't it beautiful?"

The other party's deep black pupil did not turn, but shot straight and sharp, as if to be nailed to her skin, teaching people to thoroughly understand the piercing pain.

But Lin Lang didn't look at him. She told the maid outside the crystal curtain, "cui'er, go outside and tell me that the grown-ups are coming back soon. Let the kitchen make it up."

The maid has gone.

However, Yan zhaolie refused to give up, pointing to the thin red lips of the portrait.

The delicate Phoenix eyes of youth hide the subtle feelings, and are deeply pressed down.

Clearly know that she likes to listen to soft love words, but he will be contrary to the way, rebellious, let her headache to death.

Yan zhaolie stares at Lin Lang tightly, "as long as you find her, I will marry her without saying a word. It's said that you old people like to hold grandchildren, right? OK. As long as she becomes mine, I can make love with her seven times a night. You can have babies every year. Do you think it's a good deal, mother? "