Du Yanran walked into the house and opened her eyes in surprise when she looked at the dilapidated house in front of her.
When Yang Yu saw her like this, his heart skipped a beat. Although he was anxious, he didn't show it on his face.
First, he invited Du Yanran into his study room. Compared to the dilapidated house, the study room looked much more elegant.
Sure enough, after entering the study room, Du Yanran's originally not so good expression improved slightly.
"Is this written by the young master?"
Du Yanran stepped forward curiously and picked up a poem written by Yang Yu on the desk.
Yang Yu, who was able to pass the Tongsheng Examination, still has some ink in his belly.
If it hadn't been for his elopement with Chunjiao, he would have had no chance of passing the provincial examination.
Du Yanran read it with a charming voice. Although this poem is not a masterpiece, it is still eye-catching.
Not to mention, the lingering affection in this poem made Du Yanran's face turn pink after reading it...
"Bah, I thought you were a gentleman, but I didn't expect you to write such a poem."
After saying that, he threw the paper in his hand on the table and turned around to leave.
When Yang Yu saw this, he didn't want to take this opportunity.
He hurried forward, stopped Du Yanran, and said softly: "Since that day when I separated from the girl, Yu has been thinking about her crazily day and night. After so many days, I have been haggard for Yixiao, and I can only hope to see the girl."
On the one hand, it is to relieve Yu's pain of lovesickness. There is nowhere to tell, so I can only write down what I feel and think in my heart.
Miss Du, Yu said every word from the bottom of his heart, if there is even a hint of lies, Yu will be struck by thunder from heaven and you will die badly."
With one hand free, he made an oath to God.
When Du Yanran saw this, she couldn't blame him, so she quickly reached out and covered Yang Yu's mouth where he swore.
"Miss Du...!"
Yang Yu took advantage of the situation and held Du Yanran's hand, and shouted affectionately in a low voice.
With a little effort, Du Yanran, who was already blushing with embarrassment, did not struggle at all and was held in Yang Yu's arms.
The sweet words that he used to coax Chunjiao in Nuanchun Pavilion were already very handy. Coupled with the movements of his hands, Du Yanran was so coaxed that she was in a state of bliss. Her face was full of spring, and her eyes were blurred. She let Yang Yu move his hands up and down, without any thought at all.
The thought of resisting.
Although Du Yanran was a concubine in the Du family, Du Baicheng, as the head of the Du family, loved this only daughter very much.
There was no other reason. Aunt Song, who gave birth to Du Yan and then passed away, was the love of his heart.
He loved the house as much as he loved him, and he felt pity and love for the daughter left behind by his sweetheart.
The mistress of the Du family passed away long before Aunt Song. After a quarrel with her, the head of the Du family moved to a remote corner of the mansion and built a Buddhist hall, concentrating on worshiping Buddha and not caring about the affairs of the mansion.
Originally, the head of the Du family wanted to put Du Yanran in his wife's name and give her the status of a legitimate daughter, but without the approval of the head mother, Du Yanran could only grow up as a concubine.
Now that she has reached the age to talk about marriage, due to Du Yanran's status, she is neither in the upper class nor in the lower class, which makes her very embarrassed and makes it difficult to find a suitable family.
Du Fu.
"Madam, the third lady went to Yang's house."
A servant girl with a wrinkled face quietly entered the Buddhist hall and spoke softly to the middle-aged woman who was kneeling in front of the Buddhist altar.
The middle-aged woman held the prayer beads made of bodhi seeds and closed her eyes tightly. When she heard the words, her hands did not pause at all. She finished twisting the 108 beads in her hand, and then bowed respectfully to the Buddhist niche three times.
Wrap the prayer beads into two circles and hold them in your hands.
Seeing this, the servant woman bent forward and stretched out her hand to let the middle-aged woman stand up from the futon.
After sitting on the chair next to her, the middle-aged woman suddenly smiled.
"If Aunt Song were alive, I'm afraid she would be mad to death again!"
He paused, tilted his head, and said to the maid beside him.
"If Miss Third wants to go out from now on, you don't have to worry about it."
The servant girl lowered her head even lower after hearing this.
"yes."
When Du Yanran entered the study, he did not let Du Juan in.
Just when Du Juan was waiting outside and almost couldn't help but rush in, the study door opened with a creak.
Her heart skipped a beat and her face turned pale.
I saw that my young lady's face was flushed and her forehead was flushed, just like the peach blossoms in full bloom on the branches in spring.
If the young lady did something wrong, it would naturally not be the master's fault, but the servant's failure to dissuade her.
As a personal first-class maid, Du Juan is the first to be involved.
If something happens, I will be the first to do the surgery without thinking twice about it.
Du Juan could already imagine how angry the master would be. Even if he would not be beaten to death, he would definitely not end well.
Now he could either hold the young lady's thigh tightly and let her love him.
But if the incident happened, the young lady herself would not be able to protect herself, not to mention the young lady she knew, how could she make the master even more angry because of her, a servant?
I'm afraid she will be the first to push her out to appease the master's anger.
"Let's go!"
Du Yanran straightened her face, gave Yang Yu an angry look, and then said to Du Juan with a straight face.
Du Juan lowered her head and silently followed the young lady.
After getting on the carriage outside the door, Du Yanran stared at his maid meaningfully.
"If you dare to reveal even a single word about what happened today, I will sell you to the dirtiest building."
Hearing this, Du Juan trembled and quickly knelt down, leaning forward and swearing to the sky that he would never betray the young lady.
After hearing what she said, Du Yanran put away the half-smiling expression on her face, reached out to pick up Du Juan, and patted her hand with a smile.
"You have served me for such a long time, and among the maids, you are the most considerate. Don't worry, if it is not a last resort, miss, I definitely don't want to change to someone else."
Du Juan only felt that the young lady's hand patting the back of her hand was like a poisonous snake swimming around.
"Thank you, miss. I will definitely be loyal to you."
After hearing these repeated assurances, Du Yanran felt a little relieved.
After all, if anything happened in the future, she would not be able to avoid this personal maid.
Over there, Mrs. Li finally managed to catch a ride on someone else's ox cart, and when she arrived at the entrance of her parents' village, she was spotted before entering the village. Then she ran all the way to Li's house and said that their girl was back.
You know, in the entire village, the girls from the Li family are the best married.
Both girls were born in a poor family. Not only did they marry in the county town, the younger one married the owner of a grocery store, and the older one married the shopkeeper. No matter which one it was, it was a first-rate marriage.
, it can be said that the fish jumped out of the dragon gate, which is what they country people have always dreamed of.
Of course, some people said bitterly that the younger one was working as a house filler for others, so after death, he could not be buried in the same grave as his own man.
Although the older one was married to a shopkeeper, he still worked for others. The most important thing is that both the couple died not long ago.