Lie down and eat melon in the protagonist group

Chapter 46 Changji 3
"Using life as an introduction medicine? Life-sustaining Gu?" Ling Cen frowned, "I don't know that. I haven't read half of the book yet, so I went back and flipped through it. Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

Ling Huai hit him on the chest with a fan, "Aren't you curious how Mr. Ning lived past sixteen?"

Ling Cen took out the Gu book and rummaged through it, "Who would believe the trick of a charlatan sorcerer?"

"It's not ruled out that it's true."

"Don't think that Xijiang's poison is so evil. If there really is such a powerful poison, wouldn't the leader of Xijiang use his long life to become a happy god? He is not stupid."

"Leave it to you." Ling Huai walked out.

"Wait a minute," Ling Cen hurriedly called to him and pressed down the page of the book, "Are you and Fourth Sister going home to celebrate the New Year this year?"

Ling Huai raised the curtain, paused and sighed softly, turning half sideways to look back at him, "I can't come back. I have to go to the palace for the royal family banquet."

Ling Cen curled his lips in displeasure and said angrily: "I'm really busy. I rarely come back and I don't even have dinner. What's the matter, his family's food can't be afforded by ours? Is it inlaid with gold?" Is it jade? Or should I turn on the light?"

Ling Huai smiled helplessly, "Go and try it?"

Ling Cen flipped through the book and sneered: "Thank you, my life is cheap, I don't have that kind of luck, so I won't send you away slowly."

The royal family banquet was held in the Youyuan, with Emperor Lin Yiheng at the top, Queen Mother Zhu and Queen Si Yun on the left and right, followed by the princess, prince and prince.

The Si family is directly opposite the Xie family, next to the Xia family, and diagonally opposite the Zhu family.

Zhu Guzong really had the same face as Ling Jing, and Ling Dang couldn't help but look at her a few more times, causing Zhu Guzong and his family to look back frequently. On the other side, Zhu Luoying didn't want to see the Ling family in particular because she couldn't take it out on them because she passed by the Museum of Curiosities. She felt uncomfortable because she couldn't take it out on them. When Ling Dang looked at her, she immediately rolled her eyes upward.

During the dinner, the emperor took Ling Huai and Ling Dang alone and came forward to take a closer look. He smiled and praised them a few times, and rewarded them with many flashy and good things.

The Queen Mother Zhu held Ling Dang's hand and kept praising her. Ling Dang felt ashamed and listened shamelessly.

Grandfather Si Yunye bowed to the high platform and wished the Queen Mother a compliment. He immediately humbly replied with words such as "I can't deserve it", "I dare not accept it", "It's too much praise".

Queen Mother Zhu asked: "Are you thirteen?"

Ling Dang whispered back: "Xu Shisan."

Queen Mother Zhu turned her face to Lin Yiheng and sighed, "Emperor, this girl suits my eyes."

With a look from his mother, Lin Yiheng, as his own son, could guess what she was going to say next, so he could only smile and say nothing, and nodded lightly to show his agreement.

"It just so happens that Kang'er is short of someone," Queen Mother Zhu turned back to Ling Dang and said, "Let this girl be given to your brother as his wife. Girl, do you think it's okay?"

"……"not good! What a hammer! Oh my god! Lalang doesn't deserve to mess around like this!

Lin Yiheng looked at Si Yunye. Si Yunye stepped forward and knelt down in front of the stage to bow, "No way. Dang girl was born in the countryside. She had a bad temper and was hard to teach. She was also stubborn and rebellious. Her grandmother took pity on her and died at such a young age. Her parents are reluctant to follow the rules and restrain her. They are tolerant in everything in the family. They are afraid that she will rebel and go back to the countryside, and they are even more afraid of drawing a sword against her if they disagree. She does not follow the rules, does not understand etiquette, and does not know the world. He is so rebellious that he is really not worthy of the King Jinjiang who knows etiquette and etiquette. Please consider the frailty of the old minister and heir. Now it is difficult to find her grandson Chenghuan. I want to keep her by my side for a few years to comfort my bitter heart, but how can I arrange a marriage so early and send her out? I hope that Your Majesty and the Queen Mother will take back the marriage and find another good match for King Jinjiang."

The Queen Mother Zhu didn't look so good and let go of Ling Dang's hand.

Ling Dang immediately got off the stage, ran in front of everyone, hid behind Ling Huai, held his arm tightly and did not dare to show his face, and said in a trembling voice: "I want to go home, I'm scared, take me home."

The sound was not loud, but could be clearly heard in the silent hall.

At this moment, the eldest lady covered her heart and coughed non-stop, and the maids rushed forward to help her breathe.

When the Si family did this, Queen Mother Zhu became even more worried.

Empress Si Yun glanced at her, her mouth slightly raised, still maintaining her dignity, and there was sarcasm in her eyes.

An ugly idiot.

The marriage of the daughter of the Si family, Ling Dang, is being used to challenge the marriage. If it succeeds, the Queen Mother Zhu will strike while the iron is hot and give the daughter of the Zhu family, Ling Huai, the direct grandson who has just been recognized by the eldest brother of the Si family.

It was natural for the Zhu family to marry the Si family and join the ranks of famous families.

Unexpectedly, the Si family had no intention of taking over after the start was unlucky.

Do you really think the Si family is so easy to cling to?

Which girl in the Zhu family can do it? Zhu Luoying ruined the reputation of the Zhu family girl. Oh, Zhu Luoying is an idiot who, as a noble girl, has lowered her status to compete with a brothel girl to get jealous and do whatever it takes to destroy her innocence in public? If you are so fancy, why not give it to your own son, King Lin Yikang of Jinjiang?

Instead, they were given to Lin Yilong, the king of Wuxuan who had a disease in his legs.

How could the Zhu family think that Si Yun, a member of a century-old noble family, would pick on someone like this and ruin the family tradition?

If you think you have an emperor in your belly, you will be too proud. So what about the emperor? There is no legitimate daughter in the family of the Secretary, and the Xie family still has one, but did the Xie family give it to her? I would rather marry low than join the royal family.

He made it clear that he didn't want to get into the muddy waters of Lin's royal family.

Lin Yiheng asked Si Yunye to lie flat, go down the steps, and reveal the matter in a few words.

After the family banquet, Ling Dang followed the Si family out of the palace gate and saw the Zhu family's carriage parked in the distance.

Ling Dang bowed and got into the car, and saw the Zhu family's carriage raising the curtain. Zhu Luoying glanced sideways at her, let out a cold snort from his nostrils, and slammed the curtain again.

Just as he was wondering, the Zhu family carriage was willing to move forward.

Ling Dang felt it was inexplicably funny, "What is she doing? She's not waiting for me to come out just to give me a look, is she?" Is this girl okay?
The eldest lady said calmly: "Ignore her."

It’s spring again, and there’s snow in the pear orchard.

The Ling family was busy decorating their new house, waiting for Ling Feng to return home and get married to Zheng Bingsu. Zheng Bingsu had a restless temper and took the work from the maid's mother-in-law early in the morning, cleaning the house inside and out.

Pei Zhanqing had nothing to do with her, so he asked Ling Jing to come up with a trick so that she could stay at home peacefully and not help her more and more.

Ling Jing gave Zheng Bingsu a job to embroider wedding clothes.

Zheng Bingsu is a master at blacksmithing and repairing holes in pots, but holding an embroidery needle is even more painful than using a slingshot. Every time a needle sticks in, a hole will be made.

The calluses on his fingers didn't hurt, but Zheng Bingsu couldn't bear his temper and kept sitting still. He begged Ling Jing: "Third sister, let me help with the work. I can make up for any bad iron knives, but You can’t do this alone.”

Ling Jing blocked her with words: "Sister Zheng regretted it. Does she not want to marry my second brother?"

Zheng Bingsu gritted his teeth, stared at the embroidered clothes with a bitter look on his face, and said more decisively than on the battlefield: "I will embroider."

Pei Zhanqing and Ling Jing looked at each other.

After several days of embroidery, Zheng Bingsu became deeply resentful. She muttered: "If he dares not to marry, I will break his legs."

Ling Jing suppressed her laughter and felt uncomfortable. The wedding dress was just a lie, just to stabilize Zheng Bingsu's naturally active and diligent limbs. The wedding dress has been prepared, and Ling Qiong and Ji have rushed to Ganzhou City to engage with the Zheng family, and by the way, they have brought Blacksmith Zheng to the capital. When it got dark, Ling Jing returned to Yang's house.

As soon as she took off her coat, Yang Gan rushed into the room with a panicked look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Ling Jing put on her clothes and stepped forward to greet him.

Yang Gan took a quick step up to her, held her face in his big black hands, looked back and forth for a long time, then breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his face, his lips and tongue turning into a face towel.

Ling Jing couldn't stand his stubbornness, so she pulled his earlobe with her fair fingertips and pushed his hairy head hard.

Yang Hao tightened his grip on her silky waist, and across Xian's pregnant belly, he said in shock, "I'm scared to death."

"I can't understand a word of what I'm talking about at night." Ling Jing pointed her finger at the center of his brow, "Don't you think you're brave enough to not be afraid of gods and ghosts? There's nothing else in the world that can scare you."

"I just met your brother at Qingxi Bridge." Yang Gan hugged her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her hair and rubbing it, "I only heard you say that we looked alike before, but I didn't expect that we would look so similar. Once we met, I I thought my wife had turned into a man, and I was so scared that I was sweating."

Ling Jing leaned into his arms and smiled like a flower, "I'm sorry for you."

Yang Gan gently stroked her cheek with his palm, put his fingertips on the corners of her eyes and rolled her eyes, "It's still different."

Ling Jing pushed him, "Go and wash up quickly."

"I'll wash it later." Yang Gan hugged her sideways, "Let's do some things first and talk about the palpitations."

The light shirt is peeled off, the shoes are in pairs, the curtains are closed, the low voice is soft, the light is shining, but the candlelight is dim, and the bright moon in the night sky is accompanied by sporadic good sleep.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Chuahua entered the house with the curtain up. Her clothes were scattered in a pile, and she could vaguely see a quilt wrapped around her body.

Mrs. Chuahua picked up her clothes and walked around the clean room with gentle steps. The mess on the ground came into view. She shook her head helplessly, getting used to it, put away the wet handkerchief and exited.

After the clothes were washed and hung on the pole, Yang Gan pulled out the clothes.

The maid, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly entered the house with a copper basin and drank some warm water.

Ling Jing was sitting in front of the dressing table adjusting her lipstick. Her black hair was still hanging down, and it was soft and smooth. She should have combed it.

The maid went forward to tie her hair, but she couldn't find a comb.

"Here." Yang Gan washed his face with water. He wiped his face with a handkerchief and walked to the dressing table, handing over the comb.

He stood next to the tall horse and pestle, watching with his eyes. When the maid tied her black hair into a bun, he snatched the lipstick box, dipped his finger in the grease and put it into his mouth.

When the maid saw this, she was so ashamed that she quickly hid her face and stepped back without looking away.

"Is it delicious?" Ling Jing took the lipstick back and glanced at him.

"It's not as delicious as what you said." Yang Gan stretched out his black claws again and dug out a trace of redness, "I know how to do this, I will do it."

Ling Jing was smeared by him, and her eyelids couldn't hold back her smile, as if they were covered in honey, with every trace of it leaking out.

This is called deep affection, honey mixed with oil. Everything in the eyes and mouth can be deceiving, but only the trivial and thoughtful things in daily life cannot hide from the heart.

If she could have met Yang Gan in her previous life, she would not have been deceived by Lin Yilong, wishing that Lin Yilong was affectionate towards her, but in the end it was all false love.

She couldn't see clearly why she couldn't see clearly the person who guarded her day and night against giving birth to an heir and kept giving her child-absorbing soup.

Only when you have tasted the good ones will you know what the bad ones are.

Yang Gan sent Ling Jing to Ling's house and walked around with her before returning home three times.

Mother Yang blocked the doorway, staring at him with dark eyes.

Yang Gan was startled, "Mom, what are you doing this early in the morning? You scared half of your soul."

"Morning?! The sun is already hitting your forehead! Is it still early?!" Mother Yang wanted to chew him to pieces, grabbed his ears and yelled, "Girl Jing will give birth in three months, can you be more serious all day long! I I’m ashamed of you!”

Yang Gan grimaced in pain, rubbed his neck and said, "I kiss my wife, it's natural and natural, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Mother Yang was furious, pushed him away with all her strength, and said harshly: "My grandson wants to have both good and bad qualities, and I want you to look good!"

Yang Gan rubbed his ears and bared his teeth, "Maybe she's a girl."

Mother Yang yelled: "Then get out of the house! Why did you give birth to such a bad thing!"

Several maids passed by the door. Ling Qiong and Ji were already passing by. They happened to hear Mother Yang shout such words, and then left angrily.

As the footsteps faded away, Ling Qiong appeared with arms folded and said in a funny tone, "Are you being scolded again?"

Yang Gan put down his hand and said with a smile: "My mother has such a temper. She treats her daughter-in-law as a treasure and takes it out on me. Sister, is my wife my mother's biological daughter in your family, and I am your brother?" Otherwise, how could my mother be so partial?"

"Okay, stop flattering me with nice words." Ling Qiong said, "How is the matter I asked you to inquire about?"

Yang Gan said seriously: "The three young ladies of the Ning family live in seclusion, and the Ning family is as guarded as an iron bucket, so it is difficult to inquire."

Ling Qiong asked again: "Where is Ning San?"

Yang Gan said: "The illness is quite serious. A few days ago, the Ning family found a miraculous doctor from Western Xinjiang to come into the house. He was so confused that he never saw the front."

After asking about the result, Ling Qiong and Ji walked towards the inner courtyard.

Ling Qiong pondered, "Have you ever heard of the miracle doctor of Western Xinjiang?"

Ji has said: "The people in Western Xinjiang worship witchcraft and divination, and they protect their shortcomings and exclude foreigners. The abbot took me to meet the king and left. The twelve elders never saw him. But I know that witchcraft is the specialty of the imperial court, and the art of bewitching is spread in the lost city in the desert. , witchcraft and Gu magic complement each other, causing the West Border Kingdom to be involved with the Lost City of Desert from time to time, but I have never heard of anyone being able to do both."

As they walked into the courtyard while talking, the window scenery changed. Ling Qiong took a few more glances, her eyebrows were gloomy, and she said: "There seem to be many strangers in Western Xinjiang, and there are many gangs in the mountains. The killer sent by the Ning family last year was... From Western Xinjiang.”

The words were off-topic, and Ji had already looked at her sideways. With just one glance, he understood what she was worried about, and said, "Are you worried about the Sixth Young Master?"

Ling Qiong forced her lips to smile and said: "The poison scriptures that Acen got are really strange. I can't help but think about it. Ajing and Ahuai also hid some things from me. I know that they tried hard to hide them. There must be something hidden. But I couldn't ask, and it made me feel uncomfortable."

He had already closed his eyelashes and spoke cautiously: "Don't you think that the third girl's rash marriage to Yang Gan is a sign of foreboding? You can know what the Zhu family's plans are from just one meeting, and you can only do this if you know yourself and the enemy. Besides, Bole can't know a horse at a glance. Heaven and earth. How many people in the world can figure things out?"

The two looked at each other in silence.

Ling Jing came out of the house and saw them stopping in front of the corridor window. She raised her voice and joked, "Are you two having a tryst here?"

(End of this chapter)