The courtyard is deep in summer and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtains.
It's noon in the shade of trees all over the ground, and I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream.
As July approaches, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Although it rained in the early morning, it was quickly dried out by the scorching sun.
The water in the small lake in Baishui Village is still gurgling, but the clusters of flowers around the lake have begun to wither. It seems that they will wither completely in a few days.
Although the weather was hot, in the side room of the villa, Wu Meiniang's heart felt uneasy, even a little cold.
It has been ten days since I entered the mansion, and the wounds on my face have already healed.
A pair of big black and white eyes were flashing, and his white silver teeth were biting his lower lip.
I used to use bronze mirrors, so I couldn't see my face clearly.
Now looking at the flower-like appearance in the glass mirror, sometimes even I will be deeply attracted.
Originally she thought she would die, but an imperial decree allowed her to escape the cold Duke's Mansion.
She no longer has any nostalgia for her home without a trace of warmth.
Compared to her previous bad fate, even though she was given away like goods, she was still somewhat happy in her heart.
A good death is worse than a good life, not to mention that there was no chance of a good death before.
Just when she was fully expecting to welcome a happy life, reality slapped her hard in the face.
Although she had no shortage of food and clothing when she arrived at the Yang Mansion, she couldn't figure out why Yang Fan always turned a blind eye to her.
She is still fully confident in her appearance!
She thinks that no matter which man sees her, he will fall under her pomegranate skirt.
This is also the reason why she dared to secretly sign up to be a palace show girl.
Now it once made her doubt her own aesthetic point of view.
She felt deeply frustrated because of Yang Fan's attitude towards her.
After all, Yang Fan's attitude is that he has no attitude.
But this is not what she wants to see, as a young girl who has just grown her hair.
She didn't want to live a numb and aimless life like the concubine on the stage who was banished to the cold palace.
Even if Yang Fan scolded her or greeted her with cold words, she wouldn't care.
That at least shows that I still exist in his eyes.
I believe that with her means and abilities, as long as she is in a man's eyes, he will bow to her.
But for ten days in a row, he ignored me, what's going on?
Her little head was full of puzzles and doubts.
He was given to him by the emperor, and he was also given by the emperor after all.
In this era where the emperor and the emperor are the masters, why do you dare to leave yourself aside and ignore it? Aren't you afraid of the emperor's blame?
Besides, how could a young man with such an angry temper endure such a beautiful face and graceful figure?
I walked to the window and opened the curtains. Although it was only three o'clock in the morning, the sun was already shining brightly outside.
Wu Meiniang blinked her big black and white eyes, turned slightly, and looked to the opposite side.
Opposite is the master bedroom of the backyard wing, which is also Yang Fan's residence.
Although it was only a few dozen steps away, it seemed like a far away place to her.
If he didn't give her a title, why would he just leave her in the side room like a wooden figure?
It would be too much to say that he doesn't care about her. Her mother sent a letter a few days ago.
Because of the injury on her face, Yang Fan made a fuss in the Duke's Mansion, slapped his eldest brother, and kicked the evil slave Fang, making himself angry.
Finally, the imperial court decreed that the female steward of the inner courtyard, Fang, who had forced herself to commit suicide in the palace, and the three clans were sent to Lingnan.
Other related people in the Duke's mansion were also punished.
Such behavior should obviously be interesting to her, but why now, ugh!
Wu Meiniang bit her red lips, her face full of loss and grievance.
Soon he looked determined again, stamped his feet, opened the door and walked towards the main courtyard.
As soon as I stepped into the main courtyard, I was worried about how to speak.
The little maid Xing'er held the package in her hand, hummed a tune in her mouth, and walked out of it briskly.
Seeing Wu Meiniang, she asked with joy:
"Miss Wu, are you here to see the young master in the backyard? The young master is in the front yard instructing the craftsmen to assemble the carriage with tires and springs!"
Wu Zhao looked puzzled:
"What are tires and springs?"
Xing'er bit her little finger and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason.
"Young Master...Young Master said it was something that would make the carriage run more stable and faster..."
I'm thinking of going to the front yard now. Does the girl want to go?
Wu Zhao nodded and asked, "Does Mr. Lang still know these things?"
Xing'er looked adoring and said with all her treasures:
"Young Master knows a lot, including poetry, martial arts, medical skills... Also, the villa prepares meals according to Young Master's ideas..."
This is totally a little fan girl of Yang Fan!
If Yang Fan held a meeting and had no money to go, he would cry, make trouble, and hang himself.
Of course, if there is a group of star-chasers in this era!
Only then did Wu Zhao realize that he didn't know anything about this man.
Most of the courage he had just summoned disappeared in an instant, and a trace of loneliness appeared on his pretty face.
I feel like a complete outsider in my house, I don't know anything, I feel like I am completely isolated.
Even if a servant brought her food, he would just put it down and leave without having much communication with her.
She knew that no one was deliberately targeting her, and that everything was determined by Yang Fan's attitude towards her.
After arriving at the house for more than ten days, her status had not been decided, and Yang Fan had never stayed in her room.
How dare the servants get close to her before the master's intentions are clear.
That is to say, Xing'er is still young and doesn't have that much thought.
Walking side by side with Myolie, we walked to the front yard. At this time, the front yard was crowded with people, as if they were preparing things for their trip.
Horses are being reined into carriages with strange wheels.
Wu Zhao's eyes wandered left and right, trying to find Yang Fan.
Yang Laifu came over and asked, "Is Miss Wu looking for the young master?"
Wu Zhao quickly saluted and said: "I have met Butler Yang, I..."
Yang Laifu smiled slightly and said kindly: "Girl, there is no need to be polite. You should just follow the master and call me Uncle Fu."
The young master is in the warehouse directing his men to move things and load the carriage.
Wu Zhao was immediately startled and asked, "Uncle Fu, is Lang Jun going out?"
When I heard Yang Laifu say that Yang Fan was going to Chang'an City, I felt bitter in my heart.
Maybe I just don’t know about the entire villa!
Is this to avoid herself? She is not a scourge!
At this time, a tall figure took the lead with a big box in his hand.
A group of servants followed behind, two of them carrying one.
When they came to the carriage, the leader gently threw the box in his hand, and the box landed on the carriage as smoothly as a feather.
The wheels of the carriage sank slightly, showing the weight of the box.
After putting down the box, I discovered that it was Yang Fan.
The navy blue clothes and leather boots looked a bit weird without sleeves, but it also showed that his muscles and bones were well-proportioned and extremely strong.
He has thick eyebrows like black ink, a straight bridge of nose, and sharp-cut face. He has an air of easy-going and free-spirited in his actions and actions.
Wu Meiniang looked at it secretly.
This masculine and strong man is her husband, but why is he not interested in a fair lady like her?
Do you like masculine style?
This is the second time Yang Fan has been mistaken for a rabbit.
If he could hear Wu Zhao's thoughts, I wonder if he would drag her to vent in the daytime so that she could know that he is a real man.
At this time, as if there was a feeling, Yang Fan looked towards Wu Zhao, unable to dodge, their eyes met each other.
Wu Zhaoneng saw a hint of surprise in Yang Fan's eyes that were as dark as night and as bright as gems, and then struggled a little.
In the end, it is like the stars in the sky, so deep and far away that one can no longer see what is in his heart.
Wu Zhao felt as if a rabbit had gotten into his heart and was beating wildly.
Apart from her father and brother, this was the first time she had looked at a man, and for no reason, she felt a trace of shame in her heart.
A sweetness filled her little heart, as if as long as this man was around, her heaven would never fall.
When Yang Laifu saw the two of them looking at each other from a distance, he couldn't help but smile softly, waved his hands, and shouted:
"Sir, Miss Wu is looking for you..."
Yang Fan paused for a moment, then walked towards Wu Zhao.
Wu Zhao was so anxious that he quickly lowered his head, and a trace of red cloud unknowingly climbed onto his pretty face.
Seeing this little girl who was half a head shorter than him, her face was full of shame and panic.
This is the first empress Wu Zetian recorded in history books, a woman who had mixed successes and demerits, whose heart was as poisonous as a scorpion, and who could even strangle her own children to death?
Faced with the powerful contrast in cognition, Yang Fan suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked:
"What do you want from me?"
Wu Zhao calmed down quickly. Although he did not reach the character of the next generation of emperors, he still had the foundation.
He raised his head and glanced at Yang Fan quickly, and said in a pleasant voice:
"I heard from Uncle Fu that Lang Jun is going to Chang'an City today."
After hearing Yang Fan just say "yes", he didn't speak again.
Wu Zhao continued:
"My mother wrote a letter a few days ago saying that she and her sister have moved out of the Duke's Mansion, and I would like to follow my husband into the city and visit them by the way."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Yang Fan cautiously and expectantly, for fear of hearing rejection.
Seeing the cautious Wu Zhao, Yang Fan lost his guard, sighed and nodded:
"OK……"
"Thank you, Mr. Lang. I will go pack my luggage now."
Wu Zhao's face suddenly filled with joy and he was about to turn around and leave.
"Wait a minute!"
Hearing Yang Fan calling him to stop, Wu Zhao became hesitant and uneasy again.
"Ask Wan'er to go with you and let her take you to pick out some things. You can't go empty-handed when visiting your relatives."
At this time, Wu Zhao turned into a happy elf, dancing gracefully like a princess in a fairy tale.