A tyrant develops a daily life

Chapter 93 Son
Lin Chong asked Mr. Murong to live in a small elegant villa near Meilanju. This was requested by Mr. Murong himself, saying that he wanted to be closer to Gu Qingluan.Gu Qingluan didn't inherit the original owner's memory at all, and he didn't know what kind of relationship Gu Qingluan had with his fiancé, so it wasn't easy to protest, so he pretended to be reserved and greeted Mr. Murong.

"That... I have something to tell you." After Lin Chong's family of three left, Gu Qingluan stopped Mr. Murong alone.

Mr. Murong looked at her, his eyes paused for a moment, and then he curled up his lips, revealing a smile so clean as to cleanse people's hearts: "Speak, Qingluan."

I'm really not used to being called "Qingluan" by a stranger, Gu Qingluan shook her fan fiercely: "Then what, I... You heard about the capital where I was kidnapped."

A trace of guilt flashed across Mr. Murong's face: "I made you suffer."

Don't you usually ask those people if they did anything to you, and if you are still innocent?Does this guy care or don't mind?Forget it, anyway, she didn't strike up a conversation with him just to talk about this.Gu Qingluan looked at the distant starry sky, and said calmly: "I had a serious illness in the brothel, and when I woke up, I couldn't remember the past. Where is my family, who is there, how old... I don't remember anything. "

Mr. Murong had an epiphany: "No wonder you look at me so strangely."

Gu Qingluan raised his head and remained silent.

Mr. Murong smiled and said: "The habit has also changed, before when I didn't speak, I kept my head down."

Why does this princess bow her head to others? !Gu Qingluan rolled his eyes.

Young Master Murong said: "You live in Yancheng, you have no relatives at home, you are twenty this year."

Sure enough, she had no relatives, and she matched the lies she had told. As for the origin of Murong's family and why she married his son, Gu Qingluan was not interested, but there was one thing that made her feel unreasonable.

"Young Master Murong..."

"You can call me Murong Feng." Murong Feng interrupted her.

"Murong Feng."

Gu Qingluan was too good at calling people's names so bluntly, but Murong Feng was taken aback. Gu Qingluan raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Wrong name?"

"No." Murong Feng said with a hint of excitement, "I used to ask you to call me by my name, but you always refused, saying it was too rude, I like to hear you call me by my name."

Gu Qingluan laughed twice, changed the topic, and said: "By the way, I have read the marriage certificate, which was written six years ago. Why have you dragged me into an old girl and haven't married me?"

"We went to the temple to offer incense the day before we got engaged. The master abbot calculated that you were destined to die in one life. You were 20 years old. You were afraid of delaying me, so you insisted on waiting until you were [-] years old."

The calculation is really accurate, Gu Qingluan died at the age of 20.It seems that the relationship between the two is much closer than she imagined, and it can be regarded as a deep affection for each other.

Young Master Murong said softly: "Now it seems that this catastrophe is over, and we can get married, Qingluan."

It's not over, it's dead.

I'm sorry, Gu Qingluan, I took your life away, and I probably have to let down your lover.

"I'm tired, let's talk about the marriage..." Gu Qingluan said, seeing that Mr. Murong was about to speak, he hurriedly continued: "After such a catastrophe, I have been severely injured physically and mentally. Not quite right."

Mr. Murong held her arm and said tremblingly: "I don't mind Qingluan, no matter what those people did to you, it's not your fault."

Gu Qingluan hated others touching her the most, so she withdrew her arm impatiently: "How can it not make sense to you? I mean... Forget it, go back and rest."

It's only because of Gu Qingluan, so I won't hate you anymore.

Gu Qingluan returned to Meilanju and took a comfortable bath. When she came out of the bathroom, she heard the tittering of the maids at the door. She moved her eyes and opened the door. Rolling up the mat, Murong Feng was kneeling on the mat, holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand, those maids couldn't help laughing just seeing his weird manner.

Gu Qingluan couldn't hold back anymore, and glared at him, "You don't go back to the house to sleep, what are you doing sitting at my door?"

"You can't sleep well at night, I will read a scripture for you."

"Are you a monk? What scriptures do you recite in the middle of the night?"

Murong Feng stood up suddenly, his eyes lit up and said, "Qingluan, do you remember the past?"

Gu Qingluan's pupils moved: "Are you really a monk?"

Murong Feng nodded: "However, I have already returned to the common life for you six years ago."

Gu Qingluan, Gu Qingluan, who do you like? You actually fell in love with a monk?How will the princess pick it up?
Gu Qingluan closed the door and lay down on the bed without love.

A deep and deep voice sounded outside, with a certain reassuring rhythm. The glitz and restlessness of the day all returned to tranquility amidst the sound of chanting sutras. Gu Qingluan turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

The news about Murong Feng's chanting quickly spread to Fengtang Courtyard, and there was a commotion. Lin Miaomiao was hungry and was eating supper with her parents in the room. Qiuyue opened the curtain and came in. He said: "...that stupid monk is really sitting at Miss Gu's door and chanting scriptures! If he hadn't grown his hair, he would be a monk like a monk!"

Lin Miaomiao stirred the spoon in the bowl, and wondered that he looked like a scholar, but he was less fireworks than a scholar. I dare to say that he used to be a Buddhist disciple, but after all, it is fortunate that Mr. Murong has returned to vulgarity, otherwise, with his handsome It's a pity to be a monk.

"Haven't you already returned to vulgarity? You're still calling out monks one by one." Yao shi glanced at Qiuyue lightly.

Qiuyue was most afraid of Lin Chong and his wife, so she fell silent immediately.

Lin Miaomiao ate a spoonful of bird's nest, and asked Lin Chong who was beside him, "Father, what is the origin of Mr. Murong?"

Lin Chong put down his chopsticks and took the bird's nest handed over by Mrs. Yao: "The son of the Murong family is seventh."

Lin Miaomiao blinked her eyes and said: "This is written in the marriage letter. I want to know what is not in the marriage letter, such as what his family does, whether his parents are still alive, who is in the family, whether he is in business or an official... ...Also, why did he become a monk? How old did he become? Is it because the family is too poor? If that is the case, can Miss Gu live a good life by marrying her?"

Before Lin Chong could answer, Yao Shi nodded her forehead: "You are a child, why do you worry about other people's family affairs? Whether Mr. Murong is poor or rich, he exchanged marriage certificates with Miss Gu. Don't be blind." Mix it up!"

"Who messed up? Just curious! Don't talk!" Lin Miaomiao buried her head in eating the bird's nest in the bowl.

It's really not that Lin Chong is unwilling to say it, but that the Lin family's business is mostly in the capital and the south, and they don't know much about the northern area. However, Lin Chong once went to Yancheng when he was traveling around to study a few years ago, and he heard about a hermit The aristocratic family seems to have the surname Murong. I don't know if Murong Feng is from there.

The next day, when Gu Qingluan woke up, both eyes were swollen. The scriptures recited by the silly monk did make her fall asleep peacefully, but it also aroused the thoughts that had been suppressed in her heart. Maybe he wanted to Help her retrieve her original memory, but she is not that Gu Qingluan's, what she remembers is not the original owner's.

All night, she searched for the lost child in the mountains and forests, the child who disappeared after she only took one look at the birth.

She searched all over the mountains and plains.

Wolf dens, tiger dens, bushes, even a pool of blood, but she found nothing.

The moment he opened his eyes, the whole person was in despair.

Lin Miaomiao got up early in the morning and rushed to Meilanju after packing up. He heard that the silly monk was chanting scriptures until midnight. She didn't know if she disturbed Ms. Gu. She stepped through the Moon Gate and suddenly saw a pale blue figure kneeling Sitting on the mat at the door of Gu Qingluan, there were two big food boxes beside him.

Lin Miaomiao walked up to him in confusion, he was staring at the door without turning his eyes, and didn't notice the person beside him, until Lin Miaomiao opened his mouth to call Mr. Murong, he turned his head and talked with Lin Miaomiao Miao saw the ceremony: "Miss San."

Lin Miaomiao looked at him strangely, then at the food box on the table, and asked, "What is this?"

Just as Murong Feng was about to answer, the door was pulled open by Gu Qingluan. Gu Qingluan looked at him with a headache: "What are you doing again?"

Murong Feng got up and said with a slight smile, "Did you sleep well last night? I made you breakfast."

Gu Qingluan was stunned.

Lin Miaomiao was very surprised, didn't it mean that the monk chanted scriptures until midnight?It's nothing more than getting up so early, and even breakfast is ready!
The breakfast is rich and exquisite, including steamed buns, steamed buns, flower rolls, cold seaweed, cold bamboo shoots, cold beef, steamed asparagus and chicken soup, and a thick and sweet jujube and longan porridge.

Lin Miaomiao sucked her saliva hard. Was it really a man who did it?How come it looks so good?Even the chefs of the palace can't make such exquisite dishes!I don't know how it tastes.

Lin Miaomiao looked at Gu Qingluan anxiously.

Gu Qingluan glared at Lin Miaomiao bitterly, and said lightly, "Eat."

Lin Miaomiao immediately picked up the chopsticks, first picked up a steamed bun for Gu Qingluan, and then another for Mr. Murong, and finally it was her turn. She took a bite of the soup, and the soup was delicious. She almost cried: "This is the best bun I've ever eaten!"

She never eats bun meat, but today she didn't waste any.

"Promise!" Gu Qingluan snorted disdainfully, took a bite of the steamed bun, and stared at her suddenly!
"How is it? Is it to your liking?" Murong Feng asked nervously.

Gu Qingluan swallowed, coughed lightly, and said arrogantly: "I can barely swallow my mouth."

Gu Qingluan and Lin Miaomiao swept away the food that was barely enough to eat, and they only had to lick the plate.

Murong Feng only ate a bowl of longan porridge, two white steamed buns, and meat dishes. He didn't touch any of them. Although he has returned to vulgarity, it seems that he has not completely given up the habit of Buddhist disciples.

After breakfast, the servant girl removed the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing that there were no outsiders, Lin Miaomiao moved towards Murong Feng: "Mr. Murong, were you really a monk before?"

"Yes."

"Why do you want to be a monk?" Lin Miaomiao asked.

Murong Feng patiently explained: "I have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, so I was sent to the temple when I was born."

"How is fate?" Lin Miaomiao broke the casserole and asked.

Murong Feng thought for a while: "I don't know, my parents said it."

Gu Qingluan took a sip of tea silently, he really is a stupid monk!
The silly monk looked at Gu Qingluan with a smile on his face: "Qingluan, when are we going to leave? The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. If we set off in the next few days, we can just go back to Yancheng to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with Jing'er. You have been away for so long, and he also Miss you very much."

Gu Qingluan didn't answer his words, but subconsciously asked: "Who is Jing'er?"

"Our son." Murong Feng said.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Gu Qingluan choked his throat with a sip of tea, "We haven't gotten married yet... have a son?"

Murong Feng hurriedly explained: "Qingluan, don't get me wrong, I haven't done anything to you that I shouldn't have done! Jing'er is an adopted son."

Gu Qingluan raised his eyebrows: "Adopted son?"

Murong Feng nodded: "Yes."

Gu Qingluan shook her fan suspiciously: "Are you barren? Or am I barren?" Otherwise, normal people, who would adopt children?Gu Qingluan's eyes fell on Murong Feng's unspeakable, don't tell me there is something wrong with this thing?
After a while, Gu Qingluan turned his face and asked, "How old is it?"

"No, I haven't measured it." Murong Feng said with red ears.

Lin Miaomiao was startled for a moment, then covered her stomach, and laughed hahahaha.

Miss Gu asked how old his adopted son was, not how old his bird was!
This silly monk, hahahahahahahahaha...

Lin Miaomiao laughed like crazy!

Gu Qingluan's face was also a little tense.

Murong Feng would eventually get over it, and he was so ashamed: "I'm sorry, I... I... I... I'm rude..."

Lin Miaomiao would bet that this silly monk is still a little virgin, ouch, no, my stomach hurts from laughing.

Gu Qingluan slapped Lin Miaomiao on the forehead with a fan, and Lin Miaomiao stopped smiling.

Murong Feng held back his embarrassment and said: "I picked Jing'er up the mountain to chop firewood, and lived with me in the temple all the time. Later, when I returned to vulgarity, he also returned to vulgarity. He was not adopted because he could not bear children."

"How old...how old?" Gu Qingluan hurriedly changed her words. From now on, she will have a shadow of "how old", this damn stupid monk!
Murong Feng also realized that he had made a mistake, and said in a low voice, "Eighteen."

Eighteen... Gu Qingluan silently recited this number in her heart. If her child was still alive, it should be this age. I hope he was not taken away by wolves, but picked up by a kind person.

Soon it was time for Lin Miaomiao to go to class. Lin Miaomiao was soft-spoken and embarrassed to interrupt the reunion of the young couple, so she said, "I... have something to do today, and I want to ask Miss Gu for leave."

"Then how?" Gu Qingluan clasped Lin Miaomiao's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "You are about to get married, do you want to embarrass King Jing's mansion? An ignorant concubine?"

Lin Miaomiao said with a sneer: "My father taught me... I - I can't learn it, let's do it, Miss Gu." Don't pinch it, don't pinch it, it hurts like hell.

Gu Qingluan let go of his hand in satisfaction: "You go first, and I will come after I clean up."

Lin Miaomiao left pitifully, Gu Qingluan looked at Murong Feng, smiled and said: "I have classes, so I won't accompany you in the morning."

However, when Gu Qingluan pushed open the door of Fengtangyuan's study, Murong Feng was already sitting upright on the seat next to Lin Miaomiao.

All morning, Murong Feng's eyes never left Gu Qingluan's body. Lin Miaomiao felt very embarrassed, so she said nothing in the afternoon and said nothing about this ambiguous muddy water. She found an excuse to visit King Jing, and asked Gu Qingluan Take a leave of absence.

After tidying up, Lin Miaomiao took some delicious snacks and boarded the carriage to Prince Jing's Mansion.

King Jing had a poor appetite. He barely moved his chopsticks during lunch, and he had no energy. He lay on the porch basking in the sun. Now he was afraid of the cold but not the heat. The scorching sun hit his body, and he felt a bit of comfort.

He closed his eyes, wondering if he had fallen asleep, and none of the servants dared to disturb her.

A young eunuch whispered a few words to the gatekeeper's mother-in-law. The mother-in-law was taken aback, and then found Huiren who was sorting out official documents in the study: "Ms. Miss Lin is waiting in the flower hall?"

Huiren smiled: "No need, wake up the prince."

"Ah?" The mother-in-law didn't dare.

"Forget it, I'll come." Huiren put down the official document, walked to King Jing, and reported softly: "My lord, Miss Lin has come to see you."

"Miaomiao is here?" King Jing opened his eyes, "Please!"

Lin Miaomiao saw the prince in the yard, twisted the food box, and bowed respectfully: "My lord."

King Jing smiled gently: "Sit down, it's hot, how did you come to see me? You don't need to study anymore?"

Lin Miaomiao couldn't tell King Jing that she came out for a stroll because she couldn't stay any longer because of those couples. She smiled and said, "I saw that you were not in good spirits yesterday, and I was a little worried about you. Are you feeling better today?" ?”

King Jing smiled and nodded: "It's much better, I'll let you worry about it."

Lin Miaomiao put the food box on the table, and took out a plate of jujube paste yam cake, a plate of red bean cake, and a plate of lotus root starch osmanthus cake: "I didn't bring any expensive gifts, just some small snacks that I like to eat on weekdays, I don't know you like or not."

Huiren handed over the bowls and chopsticks sharply. King Jing didn't like to eat much recently, but he couldn't bear to brush off his child's heart, so he took a casual taste, but after tasting, his face changed: "It tastes good!"

Lin Miaomiao patted her heart, thinking that the prince would say that it was so bad!

King Jing tasted the red bean cake and the lotus root powder osmanthus cake in turn, and found that they were very appetizing: "The cook in the Lin family is good."

"It wasn't made by the cook." Lin Miaomiao shook her head and said, "It's a guest of our house, and his fiancée is my wife. These dim sums were originally made for his fiancée. Later, I heard that I was going to the palace. I don't know what to do." Whatever gifts he brought, he made an extra copy of everything."

King Jing smiled and said, "Sounds like a very considerate man, your wife is very lucky."

"But I feel that my master is always avoiding him...Maybe he is too weird. He used to be a monk, so he doesn't eat meat, and he recites scriptures to my master at night, saying that he is afraid that she won't be able to sleep..." Lin Miaomiao As he said that, seeing King Jing's pensive face, he smiled embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, I'm too long-winded, I shouldn't have said this to you."

King Jing just thought of Qingluan suddenly, he didn't mean to be unhappy, he looked at Lin Miaomiao and said, "Why do you say that?"

Lin Miaomiao said: "You are the prince and the general at the border. You only think about such important things as the country, the country and the people in the court, but I pull you to talk about trivial matters."

King Jing smiled bitterly: "I have been doing big things for half my life. I spent more time writing memorials than sleeping, and spent more time in the military camp than in the mansion. What I hear the most is who is going to impeach me again? Where is the war starting again, how are the people doing, I want to hear about the daily life, but no one talks to me."

Lin Miaomiao didn't live in the palace for a long time, and she spent most of it in the main courtyard, but she could still feel the oppression and tension of the palace. The people here didn't even dare to take a breath, unlike Danju and Qiuyue, They dared to quarrel in front of her. In the palace, they would have been dismissed long ago.Even if this is the case with the princess, no one dares to be presumptuous at the prince's side.

Thinking about it this way, the prince is actually quite pitiful, he doesn't even have anyone who can tell his heart.

After sitting for about an hour, King Jing was a little exhausted, so Lin Miaomiao got up and said goodbye: "You rest first, I will visit you again some other day."

King Jing smiled and nodded: "Don't be polite."

Lin Miaomiao's eyes widened: "That's not true! I said I would come to see you, and I will definitely come! Anyway, my master has to deal with my fiancé who has been reunited for a long time these days, so I don't have time to give me lessons."

"When I mentioned this, I almost forgot to thank him. I haven't eaten such delicious snacks for a long time. Thank you, that guest for me." After King Jing finished speaking to Lin Miaomiao, he ordered Huiren who was on the side: "Yancheng's Has the special product arrived yet?"

Huiren replied: "It arrived this morning. Do you want to make two copies for Ms. Lin?" One is for Lin Miaomiao, and one is for the pastry guest.

Lin Miaomiao understood what the prince and Huiren meant, smiled and said, "They are all from Yancheng."

"That's it." King Jing tapped his fingers on his leg a few times, "How about the pear blossom brew in the palace? When Qingluan was alive, he loved to drink pear blossom brew."

Lin Miaomiao didn't know if Miss Gu liked Lihua Niang, anyway, that stupid monk definitely doesn't drink alcohol, but King Jing has given out such a valuable thing, it would be too rude not to accept it.

"Thank you, my lord." She bowed respectfully, "Mr. Murong, I thank you on my behalf."

King Jing asked Huiren to take a set of high-quality Four Treasures of the Study for Lin Miaomiao: "This is for your wife, I will thank her for teaching her daughter-in-law."

Lin Miaomiao blushed and bowed her body: "Thank you, my lord."

(End of this chapter)