Jiao Luan

Chapter 388 Retreat
"Put the tremella soup here."

Panpan walked in with light steps, gently put the white fungus soup on the high table, and looked at Han Zhi with a pair of smart eyes: "My son, drink it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Han Zhi's expression was light: "Understood, you can go out."

Panpan pursed her lips, her eyes filled with disappointment and sorrow, she glanced at Han Zhi bluntly, turned and left without saying a word.

Looking at the slowly closing door, Han Zhi sighed.

He is not dull, he doesn't understand what Panpan means, but since he decided to treat Cousin Yao wholeheartedly, wouldn't it make her sad if he was with Panpan at this time.

Han Zhi ignored the bowl of white fungus soup, let it get cold slowly, held the scroll in his hand and looked at it absent-mindedly, and Panpan's pair of beautiful eyes that were hesitant to speak occasionally flashed in his mind, he felt a little annoyed, threw the scroll away, and looked at it. I walked out of the study to breathe.

At Cheng Yao's place, the maid was reporting the letter: "Panpan sent soup to the son and went out."

"Where's the prince?"

"The son went out not long after."

Cheng Yao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of Panpan and Brother Shuo, her eyes turned cold.

She had only entered the door not long ago, and it would not look good to take action against the Tongfang and the eldest son, but she didn't expect that maidservant to be so daring, that she had the idea of ​​sneaking in!
Fortunately, Han Zhi's heart was still on her.

after……

Cheng Yao sighed.

In the future, if the concubine concubine sends her into the palace again, it will be a real headache.

Cheng Yao felt a little regretful, but then thought, if the prince hadn't had other thoughts for her, it would have been difficult to meet Concubine Hua in Qingliang Mountain, so she put this idea aside.

The Duke's mansion is calm and peaceful, but Huairenbo's mansion is as if it has been beaten with chicken blood.

There is no other reason, rumors spread in the palace that the crown prince is about to be chosen as the crown prince.

"How has Tong'er learned the rules recently?" Mrs. Meng asked Aunt Dong who had been promoted to the Dong family.

Aunt Dong was wearing a plain patterned brocade skirt and jacket, with bright moon pendants on her earlobes, she looked pure and beautiful, upon hearing this, she hurriedly said respectfully: "Tong'er gets up at the right time every day, and teaches the mother to learn the rules, and never dares to slack off in the slightest."

Mrs. Meng nodded: "That's good. There are plans in the palace to choose a concubine for the crown prince. Tong'er, as the daughter-in-law of our Huairenbo mansion, has great hopes. You mother should keep an eye on it." , don't be ashamed because she didn't learn well by herself!"

"Daughter-in-law understands, Madam, don't worry, Tong'er has always been sensible."

"Well, among the granddaughters, Tong'er is indeed a sensible one." Mrs. Meng glanced at Aunt Dong with critical eyes, "Mr. Dong, don't dress so plain in the future, you don't even have any joy!"

Aunt Dong's smile froze, she lowered her head and said respectfully: "Yes, my daughter-in-law knows."

Mrs. Meng waved her hand to let Aunt Dong back down, and sighed: "After all, she is a village girl, so she can't be on the stage."

The nanny at the side hurriedly said: "Look at this old slave, the second wife is the most filial and respectful."

The second master Cheng lived in the fourth rank. After Aunt Dong helped her upright, she could have asked for an imperial order, but the higher-ups suppressed it and refused to approve it. Up to now, people in the family only dare to call Aunt Dong the second wife, not the second wife.

Mrs. Meng sneered with the corner of her mouth: "That's the benefit. Hiss—"

She held her forehead, looking pained.

"The old lady has a headache again?"

Mrs. Meng's face was gloomy: "The symptoms of this headache are getting worse and worse. In the past, there were three girls who prepared talisman water for me on time, but now I can only suffer it."

"Why doesn't the old lady send someone to Xuanqingguan to look for the third girl. Wherever the third girl goes, she is also your granddaughter. Can you just let it go?"

Mrs. Meng thought for a while and nodded.

Here, Aunt Dong went back to Lianjiaoju, went straight to Cheng Tong's place, and when she reached the door, she heard a burst of crying.

She hurriedly opened the door and entered, only to see Cheng Tong sobbing while holding on to the bedpost, weeping like pear blossoms with rain.

"Tong'er, what's the matter?"

Cheng Tong raised her head and threw herself into Aunt Dong's arms: "Mother, I really can't bear it any longer. It's fine, why do you force me to learn the rules from morning to night? Mother, look."

Cheng Tong raised the hem of her skirt and stretched her feet in front of Aunt Dong: "My ankles have always been swollen. Is there such a requirement for being a concubine? I haven't seen my third sister learn this before."

"What third sister, Cheng Wei is no longer a girl in our family, you are not allowed to call her that in the future."

Cheng Weiruo is still the third girl, so what is Tong'er?
Aunt Dong took out her handkerchief and gently wiped away Cheng Tong's tears. Looking at her daughter's swollen ankle, although she felt distressed, she could only keep it in her heart, and said with relief: "Tong'er, as the saying goes, it's hard to eat. Hard work is the only way to become a master. If you work harder now, you will enjoy happiness in the future. Even if Cheng Wei wanted to learn at the beginning, how could he have such a good opportunity."

Cheng Tong heard some clues, wiped away tears and asked, "What does mother mean by that?"

Aunt Dong thought that her daughter would find out sooner or later, so she couldn't help showing a smile, and said in a low voice, "The palace is going to choose a concubine for the prince. You are the right-age daughter of our family now, and you have the legacy passed down. , the chance of being elected is still very high. Tong'er, what's wrong with you?"

While Aunt Dong was talking, she couldn't help being startled when she saw Cheng Tong's face suddenly turned pale and looked out of breath.

Cheng Tong's eyes turned black, and Aunt Dong's anxious face could hardly be seen clearly: "Mother, is what you said true?"

"Of course it's true, you kid, even if you're excited, don't act like this. Tong'er—"

Cheng Tong didn't come up in one breath, and passed out.

When he woke up again, there were many people in the room, even Mrs. Meng was present.

"grandmother--"

Mrs. Meng looked concerned, and pressed Cheng Tong's arm: "Just wake up, don't move. Is it too tiring to learn the rules these days? Then rest for a few days, the most important thing is the body."

"Thank you grandma." Half asleep and half awake, Cheng Tong had already figured it out, begging and crying in front of Mrs. Meng would not work at all.

After receiving a lot of comforting words, the whole room cleared up in a blink of an eye, Cheng Tong then pulled Jin over his face and wept silently.

In the Xuanqing Temple, Cheng Wei sat under the ginkgo tree and silently recited the drawing method of the soul-calling talisman, while Huanyan, who also changed into a Taoist robe, stood aside, waving her hand to drive away the little flying insects.

A little boy came running quickly: "Uncle Grand Master, someone from the mountain is looking for you."

Cheng Wei opened his eyes, with joy in them.

Second brother's birthday is coming soon, could it be that he wanted to spend it with her, so he came to her?
It really is a tacit understanding.

"who?"

Xiao Daotong said: "It is said that the nurse next to your grandmother came to find you the talisman water that relieves your headache."

Cheng Wei's eyes stopped smiling, and he closed his eyes again.

"Grand Master Uncle?" Xiao Daotong looked puzzled, and tilted his head to look at this little Grand Master Uncle who was only a few years older than himself.

No response was received, Xiao Daotong looked at Huanyan: "What's wrong with Grand Master Uncle?"

Huan Yan looked serious: "It's in retreat."

　There are too many things at home recently, and my mother-in-law is hospitalized again.There will be one more later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)