Chapter 316: .Vicious stepmother ex-girlfriend (21)

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After the couple talked about it, Lin Lang got well soon.
As Yan Guogong said, he was n’t a man with a narrow-minded mind. He knew his wife was not deeply involved in the world. He was easily confused by the handsome appearance of a young man. Lin Lang's illness is not trivial, but he is so sick that his heart is soft, and he becomes acquitted from a light heart.
He is really not an easy-going person, but his wife always has a way to make exceptions.
Maybe he was born to kill him.
"Ma'am, the name of life for the husband's life is to be planted on you." In the pavilion, Yan Guogong peeled a small pile of melon seeds into the small dish, then cleaned his hands and brought it to her. "Who I have seen the majestic father-in-law who is so pitiful that the hostess in the house did n’t give a sip of water and had to give a fat parrot a lot of effort to peel the seeds? "
Lin Lang is teasing the parrot, its hair color is neatly combed, as if it is a beautiful piece of silk.
Seeing Yan Guogong talking, he immediately fluttered his feathers and screamed--
"Poor, poor, really poor!"
Satired by a parrot, Yan Guogong said calmly, "Ma'am, did you hear that? Even your pet's pets are extremely pitiful."
Lin Lang whirled around, her skirt fluttering in the breeze.
"The husband is working hard, so the concubine will make tea for him."
It's March now, and the weather is getting slightly warmer. Grandpa Yan Guo watched her as she swayed in the green dress with a lotus pattern on the lake. So he rubbed the man into his arms and gently kissed him, seeing Lin Lang's eyes flying thin red, and the man's tail said hoarsely, "No need, Weifu has received the best hospitality and no longer feels pitiful."
Lin Lang glared at him and pushed his chest. "Old is not shy."
Yan Guogong's chest twitched slightly, restrained his smile, and was about to say something. He couldn't help hearing a cold tone, "Father, mother, son, please please."
Looking up, Shiziye was wearing blue-green clothes today, his mouth was impregnated with dark red like blood clots, and a thin curved goose ling knife was worn around his waist with Yinhong tassels. He twitched his eyelids, his stepmother sat on his father's lap, his back turned to him with black hair, and hairpin twitched.
No need to deliberately search for her face, Yan Zhaolie also knew what charming she was at this time, her thin back like the aftermath of the bowstring leaving the arrow, trembling with a soft posture.
His dark eyes were deep and gloomy.
Since sending her back to the house, from December to March, if Yan Guogong was not present, he only saw her five times, either in the corridor or at the corner of the attic. He wanted to say a few words, the other side As soon as he closed the silk, he was discouraged and he didn't want to talk to him.
Yan Zhaolie vaguely perceives the source of her anger, not to remember that he was holding her back, so that he could not plead for the monk, which eventually led to his death.
Can this be blamed?
If he hadn't stopped people, An An would be sent back to the house, and the old man could spare her private flight? The reason why Shi Jingcheng's letter was sent to him, not Yan Guogong, was because he knew more clearly than the young and immature son that Lao Tzu was the tiger wolf who did not blink.
Why did she count these errors on his head?
Yan Zhaolie tried to hold back more and more.
His frustration is eating one after another, but still the same person.
This man was seriously ill last year and was dying so sick that he couldn't find a place even if he got angry.
Hearing his son's request, Yan Guogong yelled, and Lang Lang also got up from her husband and sat aside with her skirt folded.
Grandpa Yan Guo looked at Lin Lang and said to Yan Zhaolie, "You have done a good job of the smuggling of salt merchants. In ten days, the imperial edict will come straight down and promote you to commander, Golden Guard Camp, and Divine Machine Camp. You are in charge of the two central guards belonging to the capital. "
As a standard strict father, Yan Guogong rarely praised his son in person, showing how far Yan Zhaolie has grown up.
Lin Lang looked at him unexpectedly, and the other party nodded in surprise, only saying, "Son knows."
Yan Guogong thought about it and mentioned him, "Mao Yu is not rich, let's talk about Gao Fei. You should start to build your own army as soon as possible. With this appointment, your identity will be exposed sooner or later, so take advantage of this rest period. Collect people's hearts. If a brother is willing to be born or die with you, don't treat him badly and try to treat him with sincerity. This pro-army force will be your most crucial help in the future and will make you more powerful. "
The reason why he sent Yan Zhaolie to the barracks was to punish his son for disrespecting his stepmother and to exercise his mind. Yan Guogong did not approve of Yan Zhaolie's literary advancement. Although his identity as a son of Guogong made him like a fish, he could easily cover his eyes. When he spent a long time in the officialdom, it would be estimated that he would bring up a corrupt official who played tricks on mind.
Although the power minister's illustriousness can make him glorious for a while, but he can't keep his glory and wealth forever, Yan Guogong prefers that his son does not rely on shady shelter, and personally earns the wealth of the sky. One step at a time will not deceive people. Even if it fails, he still has a strong will and spirit that is tempered in the blood of the blade, and the spine is undefeated, and no one will fall into any dilemma.
The father of the tiger had no dogs, and Yan Zhaolie was able to achieve such an outstanding record when he first joined the WTO. Yan Guogong was very satisfied. But one piece of relaxation is a way of culture and martial arts. He can't always force his son to be aggressive. Moreover, he has been busy for half a year, and he really needs to rest.
Yan Guogong thought so, and said with a smile, "It's rare that you take a break, so let's not talk about these headaches. The peach blossoms outside are very colorful. You can find a few friends who are free to travel and relax. . Also, you will hold the crown ceremony next year, and since you have established a business, you should start a family. You tell your father that the begonia flowers planted in your yard, but which girl do you want to hire? "
Hearing the first half of the sentence, Yan Zhaolie was a little careless. As soon as he got out of his family, the muscles in his back were slightly tight. He could hardly control his eyes to see Lin Lang. The gesture of muscles and bones obscured the clues, and made a look of laziness.
"Adult father, you have spared your son, I would rather hold my knife to sleep, rather than bother with those little nymphs."
Yan Guogong was too lazy to take care of him. He knew the character of his son who was not able to enter the salt and turned around and patted Lin Lang's hand. "It seems that this time I will have to work the mistress of the Guogong Mansion to help this tired. The lazy boy palms his eyes to see which lady is the right one. But this boy has always been poisoned and owed a lot of cleanup. It is better for the lady to find something that can hold him.
Yan Zhaolie opened his mouth to refuse, Lin Lang's words were a step faster than him, "The husband is assured, the concubine has participated in a few flower viewings held by the husband before her, and the girls who attended the meeting knew the book reasonably. The family is even more icing on the cake. "
His palms dangled in his sleeves, and the back of his hands climbed into the cruel green muscles.
"Then, please mother please."
Yan Zhaolie loosed his fist again, and returned to the indifferent expression.
Lin Lang pursed her lips and looked like she really loved her mother. "Despite your peace of mind, your father only deliberately teased you. Your mother will give you a nice and sweet heart."
Her movements were quick, and the next day she released the news that the Kwong Gong Mansion intends to select future princesses.
Just in the afternoon, the desk was filled with beautiful paintings of beautiful people, all of whom were interested in getting married with the government. The Yan family is powerful, not to mention the status of Yan Guogong in the court, Yan Shizi is also born with a dragon and phoenix posture, beautiful and unparalleled, and is the dream of many unmarried daughters.
After a few more days, Lin Lang picked on his eyes and finally closed the painting axis before he was asked to summon his son.
Yan Zhaolie, who was writing calligraphy, heard her want to see herself, and her heart suddenly rose up densely, and then she thought about it again. No, she would never find herself when she was okay. This is the first time this is a fiasco for his marriage. ?
Shi Ziye's eyebrows grew worse, strode out in the maid's timid eyes, and went to the green mud garden where Lin Lang was.
When she entered, the mother of the princess of the country was reclining on the chaise longue, with golden petals embedded in the jade with lotus petals between the temples, and the lychee-like fingertips were playing with the green bracelets between her wrists. Style. She heard the noise outside the door and lifted her face to meet the pair of cold phoenix eyes.
Gee, this little farm animal is going to be angry.
Lin Lang pretended not to see the sullenness in his eyes and spoke softly, "Zhaolie is coming? Hurry, sit here, my mother has something to discuss with you. Cui'er, go to tea."
"It seems that my mother is very anxious and can't wait for a few days."
Yan Zhaolie lifted the robe corner slowly and sat down opposite her.
"This is your lifelong event. How dare your mother delay it?" Lin Lang said without a word, and took a stick to him directly. "Well, see, if there is a girl you particularly like, my mother will help you pay attention in the future."
Yan Zhaolie sneered, did not speak, grabbed one side, and flicked violently, the scroll of the picture scrolled, and the other end snapped into Lin Lang's heart.
The light green tube top is embroidered with twigs entwined in knots, matching the snowy color above, and a little more enchanting for no reason. Yan Zhaolie heard her whisper in exasperation, "What are you doing?" If it weren't for the girl's wife to go away, he would tease his stepmother and report to Lao Tzu. It is estimated that he would have to take off several layers of blood skin before he died.
"I'm sorry, because I was so excited, I slipped my hands for a while."
He said an apology, but he didn't mean to regret it on his face.
Lin Lang dropped his eyes and ignored him.
Yan Zhaolie discussed it boringly, withdrew his eyes, and casually glanced at the woman on the painting, and said, "This is not good, it is too short. If you are to find her to give birth to children, the kids will definitely be laughed at when they grow up."
Lin Lang handed him another picture.
As usual, I got a bunch of poisonous tongues.
"Red dress? Didn't you see a black mole in the corner of her mouth? Looking at this little sesame all day, what do you think I can think of?"
Even the animal can say straightforwardly, "Qin Qishu is good at drawing and painting? Who is this person, so capable? At the age of 13, I learned four things in the room. I dare not marry her, and the cost of living is too high. . "
The close maid listened to the provocation of half an hour, and all felt pitiful for Lin Lang. This world's grandfather deliberately wanted to embarrass the mistress!
After Yan Zhaolie criticized Yun Jing's famous ladies, he hugged his chest and looked at Lin Lang with a smile, "Mother, how can this be good, this son of the world, all can't look down on it."
Lin Lang's drawing axis was aroused by him, and his expression was not as warm as before, with a bit of sonorous coldness, "I also asked Shizi to enlighten me personally, what kind of heavenly character can win Shizi's pity." "
Yan Zhaolie really hated her like this, and he could laugh at the old man in the spring, and at the cold winter twelfth lunar month, he stood up suddenly, and the table was shaken with strength, "Since my mother is like this Having said that, Zhao Lie let her mother know what kind of woman can fascinate me. "
He walked straight to the desk next to him, complete with pen, ink, paper, ink, and ink, as well as some exquisite figurines, showing the hostess's preferences vividly. The most eye-catching is a white jade figurine of a double-lion play hydrangea, carved by Yan Guogong in his spare time to please his wife.
Next to it was an ingenious fish-cart lamp, which was taken by Yan Guogong to the feast of the Linlang Palace during the last Yuan Festival. She saw that she had glanced at the tribute gifts and gave them back on the spot.
Yan Zhaolie's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to open the ink.
The maidservant was only guarding outside the crystal curtain. Seeing the arrogant posture of Shiziye who walked the dragon snake, he could not help but blush quietly, thinking that Madam Young was about to enter the door, this shy emotion turned into loneliness again.
Lin Lang gathered the brocade silk that slipped onto her wrist. A pair of pink and yellow butterflies flew out of the window. She was a little distracted, only to hear a "snap", and the other party put aside her pen.
She looked at it with her probe. Although she had expected it for a long time, she didn't expect the little rabbit to be so daring. She really painted her on the paper. The hair was burning with beautiful Begonia flowers. Yi Yi Yi Xi, this is still in the case of his rush to complete the work.
If it ’s not the best understanding, then he must have copied people thousands of times, otherwise he wo n’t be able to stun a person ’s body shape, facial features, and even eye movements in such a short time. Was caught.
"How, my sweetheart, is it beautiful?"
The deep black pupil of the other party did not turn, and shot straight and sharply, as if to be nailed to her skin, teaching people to fully understand the bitter pain.
Lin Lang didn't look at him, and commanded his maid outside the crystal curtain, "Tui'er, go outside and give an order. The lord is coming back and let the kitchen get it."
The maid-servant went away.
Yan Zhaolie did not resign, but the thin long finger pointed to the thin red lips of the dry portrait.
The exquisite phoenix eyes of the young man hide a faint affection, and are deeply depressed again.
Knowing that she likes to listen to soft, water-like love words, but he has to go the other way, unruly, making her a headache and death.
Yan Zhaolie stared at Lin Lang closely, "As long as you find her, I will say nothing and marry her immediately. I heard that you old people like to hold grandchildren, okay, as long as she becomes mine, my grandfather goes all night Secondly, it ’s okay to go with her every day, let you have a baby hug every year. Do you think this is a good deal for your mother? "