Chapter 449: Unintelligible limericks

An Rushuang was quiet in her words for a long time.
Her eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a shadow, blocking the light in her eyes.
After a long time, she asked: "Then what do you think I should do?"
When she asked this sentence, she was in a daze. Before Zhu Xianxian could answer, she asked and answered.
"I should cling to this general Meng, just because I have this child, I can unscrupulously put the entire family's wealth and life on Meng Li's body."
Zhu Xianxian wanted to say that Meng Li is definitely willing to protect and settle for you.
But in An Rushuang's sad eyes, she couldn't say this for a while.
After a while, I could only sigh deeply.
"Then what do you want to do? Don't talk about your inaction. It really hurts others and yourself. At least, let him know in his heart whether he has any hope, right?"
An Rushuang was in her words, but no matter how she heard it, she felt something was wrong.
She looked at Zhu Xianxian in surprise, and said with a smile: "Are you not, the lobbyist Meng Li invited?"
Zhu Xianxian shook his head quickly, how could it be... Meng Li was so cold-hearted, how could he beg for help except his parents?
However, according to Meng Li's temperament, the most likely thing is to sneak in over the wall like last night and pry her window.
Please Zhu Xianxian as a lobbyist, presumably not Meng Li came up with it.
An Rushuang looked at Zhu Xianxian and raised her brows: "It's not Meng Li...that's Du Yong?"
At this time, Zhu Xianxian gave a dry smile, without denying it.
"Okay..."
An Rushuang looked at her and said, "When did you and Na Du Yong get so close? To convince me..."
Zhu Xianxian hurriedly said: "What is it for him! I came to persuade you because of you, otherwise you think I will listen to his two words?"
Seeing her like this, An Rushuang couldn't help but smile and said, "It's nothing, I will believe you once. But now my father will not open the door again and agree to him to come in. If it is convenient for you, you can bring a letter to him. ."
Zhu Xianxian nodded hurriedly, seeing that she finally let go, why would she not?
An Rushuang turned around and walked to the side of the desk. When she held the pen, Zhu Xianxian was very winking and rubbed her ink.
After grinding the ink thickly, he watched An Rushuang write a line of poetry with his pen.
Said it is a verse, but it is not so like, at best it is a limerick.
Above it is: Ye Banyue is falling, and night comes fragrance outside the window.
Zhu Xianxian read it back and forth three or four times, but didn't understand what it meant, and looked at An Rushuang blankly.
"Are you sure, he really knows what it means?"
Sister, you are not born to write poems. It's okay to write a few herbal names, write poems... Tsk!
It really abused the word "poem".
An Rushuang's complexion didn't change, she shook the paper twice, watched the ink on the head dry, folded it, and put it directly into Zhu Xianxian's arms.
A confident expression: "Go ahead, just leave this to Meng Li."
She believed that no one knew what it meant except Meng Li!
It's so concealed!
Zhu Xianxian had to grimace, holding a piece of paper that she couldn't understand at all, and went to business.
The gatekeeper outside saw her and couldn't help but make a face.
Mr. An explained that one of the An family cannot go out, and neither can the Meng family come in.
But this girl Zhu, who was a guest at Anjia, was a headache. She said she was from Anjia. Although she lived in Anjia, her name was not An.
For Anjia, this one is still a guest.
If he stopped the guests, he would be as inconvenient as today, and he would be scolded.
Thinking of this, he could only bite his face and send the ancestor out of the door.
Hearing the door opened, Meng Li's eyes lit up a bit, but after looking at Zhu Xianxian, he was sure that there was no one...
In this pair of bright eyes, three points were dimmed.
Du Yong hurriedly leaned over: "Wish girl, how? What did this ancestor say?"
A good-tempered person like Zhu Xianxian couldn't help but roll his eyes at the amusement of this bad mouth.
"Huh, it's not that you want to marry Shuang'er, what do you know about so much?!"
Zhu Xianxian said, turning his head and walking towards Meng Li, who was sweating under the sun.
At first glance, this Meng Li hadn't felt anything, but after walking in step by step, he realized that his clothes were obviously soaked in sweat and the color was darker than before.
Zhu Xianxian looked at him, her heart could not help being mixed, if someone could treat her like this, she would just marry without saying anything!
It's a pity that people who want to marry her look at her father's identity.
But her family only regards her as a commodity that can be exchanged for money!
Thinking like this, she sighed deeply, then pulled out the paper from her sleeve and handed it to Meng Li.
Shen Sheng said: "General, this is Shuang'er for you."
With that said, Zhu Xianxian clearly felt that Meng Li's aura had slightly changed, and his eyes also brightened a little.
Zhu Xianxian couldn't help but envy An Rushuang.
Meng Li took the paper and opened it easily, but as if holding a treasure, he read it carefully, and then slowly nodded.
"Please ask the girl to bring me a word to Shuang'er and tell her, I know."
Zhu Xianxian blinked, still at a loss.
This...this knows?
What did Shuang'er say? Is it a code word?
Thinking in confusion in her head, Du Yong on the side stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder: "Why, don't you give us the general face?"
Zhu Xianxian hurriedly laughed: "Why? This will definitely be brought to you, the general can rest assured."
Meng Li nodded slowly, leaped on his horse, and left directly.
Du Yong also hurriedly said, "Thank you, Miss Zhu! Next time I have a chance to invite you to drink!"
Having said this, he got on his horse and left.
Zhu Xianxian stood there blankly, with the poem echoing in his heart: Ye Banyue is mourning, Ye Laixiang outside the window.
What exactly is this? !
I brought the words to An Rushuang, and I was about to ask what it meant...
Just when Anianzheng woke up, struggling with a pair of small lotus-like arms, trying to pull the colorful 璎luo hanging around Zhu's slim waist.
Zhu Xianxian helplessly untied Yingluo from his waist and handed it to Anian. The little guy giggled with his toothless mouth open.
Zhu Xianxian couldn't help but laughed and looked at An Rushuang and said, "Every time I come to your place, I have to lose something!"
The last time Yingluo had been snatched by this little guy, Fang hit another one this time, but it was taken away again.
An Rushuang knew she was joking and couldn't help laughing.
"It's never so easy to fight to be this godmother."