At some point, Yin Huaian's face turned red and he was startled. He waved his hands repeatedly to express his disapproval: "I have always regarded you as my sister. I am really too depressed today. I...I said I'm sorry to you because of me. I still miss Wen Mei in my heart, but I also have hopes of marrying you."
Before he finished speaking, he already began to regret that he had said such frivolous words to a girl. Unexpectedly, Shen Yuan was not angry at all this time and even made things right for him.
"I have always known that I am talented and beautiful, but you are the first to praise me like this."
The woman's peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, like a cunning little fox.
Yin Huaian laughed "puff" and held his forehead to cover his expression with his arms. It was not difficult to joke, and the silence after the joke was even worse than before. Neither of them knew what else to say, so the maid came over last night. A plate of freshly fried assorted dried fruits was obviously out of season.
"Then... Huai'an, let me mention it shamelessly." Shen Yuan paused and took the lead to break the ice, "She comes from a poor background and her family is very miserable. If you only settle for the next best thing, she can depend on you and live in peace." , would you like to have some hot soup and rice?"
Her words were sincere and made no sense. It wasn't because of the deep sisterly relationship with Sheng Qiu Xiao that Shen Yuan just wanted to find some excuse, no matter what it was, as long as it took Yin Huaian's attention away from the two people's affairs.
As soon as Li Daitao died, the people of the Sheng family were easy to kill, but it was not necessarily the end. Sheng Qiuxiao was young now, and the full moon was naturally full of flowers. But beauty is fleeting, and love is fragile. Shen Yuan is a bystander, and the man beside Qiu Xiao It's all just mediocre, I'm afraid that within a few years, the Lengxiang Sheng family will also be left in the cold.
Yin Huai'an paused for a moment, as if she was surprised that she suddenly asked such a question. Shen Yuan bit his lower lip quietly, thinking that Zhou Lai was trying to embarrass the owner of the village, and was about to speak in a vague way, but heard his calm answer in his ears.
"I rarely take the initiative to help others when they are in pain and hardship, because I don't want them to get into trouble. But if you want to, I am willing to do it and promise Miss Sheng protection for the rest of her life."
This time it was Shen Yuan's turn to be stunned, the corners of his lips twitched, and he asked after a long time: "You... don't want to ask me why I pushed this trouble on you?"
Yin Huaian's eyebrows were clear: "No matter why, since you have spoken, I just want you to be happy."
The top of the moon was full and then lost. A little of the bright round was wiped off, so it was no longer round and flawless, but it was still brilliant and whiter than snow. When the three masters and servants of Shen Yuan came out, Yin Huai'an personally saw them off and rewarded them together. The garden is full of exquisite night colors.
The place where she lived happened to be called "Wangshu Hall", which was named after the Moon God. The plaque hung high under the eaves and was inscribed in Yin Huaian's handwriting. Xue's mother held a lantern to greet her at the door, and Yin Huaian just sent her to Outside the door, he watched Shen Yuan being embraced into the house, then Fang went back by himself.
Shen Yuan had something on his mind, so he asked the maids to change his clothes, and then sat numbly on the Arhat bed, leaning on his forehead with his head in a daze. Mother Xue had already taken care of things, and was just waiting for her to come back, and hurriedly called on the maids to carry pots of water, and fragrant fragrance. Pancreatic towels are all available, and they are placed outside the warm pavilion.
The decoction of chrysanthemums is moist and fragrant, soothes the meridians and unblocks meridians. Sprinkle in the white lotus pistils to wash away the fatigue and soreness all over the body. Feiyun cleans her hands, dabs on the balm and dew, presses Shen Yuan's forehead, Feiyue takes a Dip the small grate into the oil of Polygonum multiflorum and comb the ends of the hair. The smoker in Nuange removed the spices and still used the golden bergamot to provide the natural flavor of the fruit. It was a comfortable and leisurely experience.
Both sides were quiet, and there were one or two sounds of doors opening and closing on the opposite side, like a little maid coming in and out to clean up. Shen Yuan didn't understand, and casually told Feiyun to find Chunliu, and asked Qiu Xiao if there was no one around. It was no different. Chunliu learned everything he saw and heard, and got a small purse with a few coins and a few words of praise.
"Chun Liu said that Miss Sheng didn't ask her to do any work because she was from the village. She just helped her change her clothes and comb her hair. In front of Chun Liu, Miss Sheng and Xiao Ju didn't talk much. , and also asked Xiaoju to go out, saying that she was going to collect the clothes that had been dried in the afternoon. Xiaoju kept her head down, and she was respectful to Chunliu, but her eyes kept glancing."
Feiyun learned the lesson in a serious manner, and while talking, he held the stove and rubbed his hands, while toasting the towel. When it was soft and warm, he could hold it for Shen Yuan to wipe himself with.
Shen Yuan took the maid's hand and carefully stepped on the thick blanket on the ground. Feiyue immediately squatted down and helped her put on a pair of warm shoes. The skin that had just been bathed was as smooth as silk, as delicate and white as milk, with a few strands hanging on it. The semi-dried water stains are gleaming with the crystal luster of East China Sea beads. I wrap them with a hot towel and wipe them. I put on a half-old pine flower pajamas, but I want them to be ironed and comfortable.
The warm soup gradually brought her back to her senses. Yin Huai'an's forbearing feelings had always been like a mirror in her heart. When she learned that he had no interest in Qiu Xiao, she was even disappointed for a moment.
She admitted that she had never been in love with Yin Huai'an, but she enjoyed the care of Zhou Lai Villa. This plan was to divert the attention of her sworn brother; she also knew that forcing a brothel girl into Yin's house would be serious. To put it bluntly, it is simply an insult to several generations of people’s ancestors.
But the sky has eyes. Faced with the possibility of King Xiang’s intention to break out at any time, what else can Shen Yuan do? Who is that person and what is his family background? She only hopes that Yin Huaian can put his feelings aside It can be given to his future woman.
This future does not necessarily mean being his legal wife, being able to stay peacefully in the villa, serving tea and water, opening curtains and lighting lamps, relying on Yin Huai'an to live, giving him the simplest care and the purest dependence. It was a great comfort to this man.
He is a strong man, but under every strong barrier, there is a shadow of coldness and loneliness.
Shen Yuan felt guilty that he could not thrive in this shadow, so he was his good wife and left a light in the window for him at dusk.
After all, she has a loving adoptive mother and a kind brother who she can rely on. She has been born in this world for twenty years and has never regarded marriage as the first priority. But Sheng Qiuxiao is different. This girl does not have many options to choose from. Even if there are How can Mr. Zhang, who prostrates himself under the pomegranate skirt, be as reliable as Mr. Yin, who is personally guaranteed by the oiran lady?
It's a pity... After all kinds of beautiful words were brewed, he still couldn't escape the shackles of his identity as a brothel woman. Shen Yuan was very reluctant to think about Feng Yue, so he had to frown and secretly cursed the injustice of heaven.
She had speculated that no matter how poor Mo Shangyuan's family was back then, they were not in a dead end, so why did they have to settle down and start a fireworks business? This doubt lingered in her mind for more than ten years, and it really hindered Mo Shangyuan's ability to raise her. The kindness was so great that I couldn't even ask. This chapter has been completed!