Chapter 113 The bride who ran away was his prince who came in person...
At the stairway on the second floor, stood a pretty woman in a black floor-length Western-style dress.
A small folding fan is held on the shoulder, with delicate features.
Under the sun, the complexion looks slightly haggard, but it still glows with its unique light.
Next to her stood a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old in a woolen blue trousers and jacket. She had a long braid tied with a bow with a black ribbon and hung down in front of her body.
This feeling should only exist in heaven.
Mu Tian sighed inwardly and concluded that the woman upstairs was undoubtedly the runaway bride Pang Liying.
"Ying'er, please go back to your room first. Mr. Mu is busy with work and hasn't had lunch yet. I'll call you out to meet him when he's done." Pang Yingpei looked up at Pang Liying and said with extreme tenderness.
"Since Wang Yidong sent him to look for me, what's the harm in meeting him sooner or later?" the woman said, walking down the stairs.
I saw her slightly hunched upper body, her shoulders straight, not trembling or trembling, only her waist twisted gracefully, and she floated down the stairs like a black cloud.
When Mu Tian was about to step forward, he suddenly realized that he was still holding a teacup in his hand. He quickly turned around and put it down, took a step forward, bowed, and cupped his hands and said, "I have met the island owner, Miss."
"I have a name. My name is Pang Liying. Don't mention the island owner. You can't even protect your daughter's happiness. What's the use of asking for the name of the island owner?"
"Ying'er, Mr. Mu is a guest, and he was sent by the prince." Pang Yingpei seemed to really dote on his daughter, and he was still so careful in his words.
"The person sent by the prince is the real prince. Wang Yidong comes in person, so what can he do?" Pang Liying opened the folding fan with a bang and fanned continuously.
I'm afraid I'm feeling dry.
"Lan Xiang, help Miss play back and have a rest." Pang Yingpei also spoke softly to the servants, and did not seem to have the slightest aura of a master.
The big braided maid in woolen blue shirt and trousers turned out to be Lan Xiang.
She was standing one step away from Pang Liying, and now she stepped forward and took Pang Liying's arm, "Miss, let's go back to the room."
"I don't!" Pang Liying twisted her body sharply and got rid of Lan Xiang's support. She stared in the air, pulled out a few black lines from the corners of her mouth, and pointed at Mu Tian without looking, "Unless he comes with me.
Let’s talk in the room.”
Mu Tian jumped when he heard this.
How can such a woman, even if she is not a virgin, but her husband has recently died and she is in mourning at home, invite a strange man to her room to talk?
Mu Tian looked at Pang Yingpei.
Pang Yingpei lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Mu Tian trustingly, "Mr. Mu, please go up with my daughter. I will ask the chef to start dinner later, and we will eat after you finish talking. It is still sixty miles away from Toad Island.
The waterway will be dark if you go back."
"According to the wishes of the island owner, I will go up with the young lady. See you later." Mu Tian wondered why the island owner didn't stop him. Even if he was under the loquat tree, it would be better than being alone. What's more, she
Or a young widow who recently lost her husband?
Pang Yingpei lowered his head and waved his hand.
"She was never sad."
As soon as Mu Tian walked in, these words from Aunt Genfa popped into his mind.
Indeed, Mu Tian believed that Aunt Genfa's words were confirmed here.
The whole room is pink.
Pink curtains, pink screens, pink bed curtains, even the dressing table and the checkered tablecloth on the round table under the screen are pink.
Through the gap in the screen, you can just see a light red dress strapped to the end of the bed, and the closet door is also ajar.
The Western-style black dress Peng Liying wore was definitely a temporary change to give her father face in front of Mu Tian, an outsider.
"You sit down, I may have a lot to talk to you. You wait a moment, I'll change clothes first." After Pang Liying finished speaking, she stung into the screen, Lan Xiang followed, and closed a curtain behind the screen with a "swish"
, blocking some gaps at the top and bottom of the screen.
Mu Tian sat down at the round table.
There is a clear porcelain vase on the round table, filled with wild chrysanthemums picked this morning, which still smells faint of grass.
He casually flipped through several books scattered on the table, some in wired format and some in simple format. Among them were Xia Qiuyan's early works, which were first serialized in the "Oriental Morning Post" and soon followed by a single volume of "Unable Love".
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Some people say that this is a reprint of "The Romance of the West Chamber" or its vernacular version. But no matter what, those boys and girls with some modern spirit flocked to it, and it was reprinted many times and reprinted many times.
Later, it spread to Peng County and became popular for a while. Mu Tian knew this story, but he listened to the original version of "The Story of Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying" in a bookstore.
Mu Tian picked it up and flipped through two pages, and found that the words on it were no different from what he had heard in the bookstore. They were a complete reproduction of the words from the storyteller's mouth. He immediately lost interest and threw the book down.
Before the book fell, one jade hand caught it, and the other jade hand caressed the cover lovingly.
"Do you also like this book?" Pang Liying had already changed and stood in front of Mu Tian with a smile on her face. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly raised, and the two dimples on her cheeks were full of smiles, and she asked affectionately.
Mu Tian moved his butt uncomfortably on the chair, and reached out to the chair opposite, "Miss Pang, please sit down and talk. To be honest, I don't like it."
"Mr. Kan Mu is only in his twenties, which is the right age to like this kind of book. Why don't you like it? Could it be?"
"Excuse me, Miss, I'm overthinking it." Mu Tian pointed his finger at his heart and said, "I am older here."
"Oh? Really? Hahaha. That's called premature aging." Pang Liying laughed uncontrollably. The laughter was not loud, but it could be heard that it was a completely uncontrolled laugh, and it was also very pure.
kind.
"Ms., I made you laugh, but I'm not bothering you today to talk about your age." Mu Tian was affected, and he almost couldn't help laughing, but he still calmed down and said in a lower voice.
"I know what you want to ask, tell me." Pang Liying immediately suppressed her laughter, her stern face was still charming, her eyes were looking forward, and her dimples were still smiling.
"I'm being rude. It's my duty, Miss. Please don't blame me."
"I've already told you, why are you so nagging?"
"Are you familiar with Mr. Han Chengli, the son of the owner of Partridge Island?" Mu Tian stared at Pang Liying and asked tentatively. Because he didn't want to die chatting.
"Cooked."
"How familiar is it?"
Pang Liying's eyebrows were raised, her eyes flashed, and she stared at Mu Tian.
Mu Tian was stunned, with an embarrassed look on his face. He felt that his question was indeed abrupt, and it was also a bit off-putting, making it easy for people to think wrongly.
Pang Liying's eyebrows suddenly stretched, her eyes softened, and she smiled and said, "It's up to your imagination."
Mu Tian was startled, and then said: "If the prince asks, can I quote the lady's original words? If necessary, can I also convey the lady's original words to the public?" Mu Tian wanted to kick this embarrassment to another
Pang Liying.
"Of course. I said it's up to your imagination."
"Since Miss Han is very familiar with Mr. Han, you shouldn't mind telling me how you met."
"Is it wrong to know someone? Now that I know you, Mr. Mu, do you think this is a problem?"