Chapter 91: Niangzi, so good.

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The two aunts of Yun Yunsheng saw the rhyme and quickly succumbed to the ceremony. "I have seen the 20-year-old mother."
"Er Dong, light snow, brother?" Yan Yun saw the aunt of Yun Yunsheng, asked busy.
"Jiro has something to go out. Twenty-nine is so anxious to find him, but is there something important?" one of the apricot-colored flower skirts replied.
Yan Yan leaned against the back of the round waist chair and moved slightly. This carefully examined the two acolytes of Yun Yunsheng. The two women are very well dressed, and they are only medium-sized and inconspicuous. They can't think of this costume as a close-knit acolyte in Suzhou, but the two are very generous. Little family.
"Is there something urgent, what is the urgency? Where did you go?" Yun Yun asked urgently.
When Yan Yan looked at her situation, it seemed to be really important, and she said, "What happened?"
This rhyme turned her gaze back to Yan Yan. She didn’t want to waste her tongue with her heart. She could look at her different temperament from the past, and she said, "I am not the one, I am still here. I have just arrived in the government, I saw the family of the family to visit me, and the old people were present. I secretly hid in the back hall, but the family wanted to marry our family. They liked my brother. I don't want a woman who is a brother-in-law."
I like the house and the black, and hate Qi Liu Niang, together with all the mothers of their family are tired of it.
"Which family is going to use which mother to marry?" It must not be Qi Liu Niang, who is the first beauty in Suzhou. It is estimated that they will not be willing to marry a merchant.
Yan Yun was a little surprised to see the calm and waveless face of her face. She never found out that the seventeenth sister actually looked so good, in stark contrast to the weak and weak image in memory.
"I don't know what kind of messy woman I plan to take for my brother." He snorted and sat down at the gallery, hating the earthly: "Unknown, Aye didn't immediately refuse."
Yan Yan’s heart is slightly blocked, and Yan’s has never opposed it. I am afraid that because of her recent reputation, she wants to further strengthen her family status through marriage.
"You really are seventeen mothers?" Yan Yun saw the dark eyes of Yan Yan, could not help but ask.
"What do you think?" Yan Yan faintly pushed the question back.
The hatchback was silent for a moment, and the door of the courtyard was screaming, but Xing Niang came in with the framed dish. When I saw the rhyme, I first noticed it and recognized the two interest. I was surprised: "Is it twenty maiden?"
"Xing Niang." Yu Yun got up and saluted. Xing Niang is the old man next to Mrs. Zheng, and her salute is also appropriate.
Xing Niang quickly put down the box and came to help the rhyme. "Get up quickly, how can the old slaves dare to be such a big gift to the twenty mothers, and they can fold the old slaves."
Yu Yun’s treatment of Xing Niang is much more polite. She smiled sweetly:
When I was in Suzhou, I was also thankful for your care. A Niang also often said that it was because you taught me for a while, and the Zheng’s family came out. Not ordinary people are comparable."
"Where, my wife won the prize, the 20-year-old mother is afraid of not knowing my mother?" Xing Niang took her off her shoes and sat down on the gallery, sighing: "Mother is sick in the south of the city for two years. People have become more vocal."
"Chengnan?" I will understand the rhyme. There are many villages in Jiangnan Road and Huainan Road. There are many exquisite ones, but the village in the south of the city has never been surrounded by mountains and rivers. In the countryside, if it is not because it is still there. A garden peony, I am afraid it has long been abandoned, and can I raise it there?
"No wonder." Yan Yun looked at Yan Yan, and his heart was uplifted. He had just raised a good illness and was thrown into this wilderness. A brother was very good with her from the urinary. It is no wonder that she cares about her so much.
The mood of the girl changes very quickly, and the likes and dislikes are sometimes only between one thought. Yan Yan looks at her gradually changing eyes and smiles slightly: "You don't have to worry about the ten brothers. I believe that the uncle will not let anyone else take it. His family's family business will be inherited by the tenth brother in the future. The wife of the tenth brother will be the wife of the family in the future, and no one can do it."
As for Qi Liu Niang, if she has the best heart, if she dares to play any means, Yan Yan will never be soft-hearted.
What makes her wonder is that although the Tang Dynasty atmosphere is open, men have the right to find flowers and ask for willows, women also have the right to sneak into the situation, and some women are openly raised outside, but this situation is not very obvious in the South, and even some The family is more like Yin's, and the ritual is strict. What kind of psychology does Qi Liu Niang say about this requirement?
"What you said is also, I am in a hurry." Yan Yun sighed.
The original relationship between the two is not very close. Even if the rhyme now has a slight change in his opinion on Yan Yan, but Yan Yan is a bit ignorant, and the psychological age difference between them is far away, and they can't talk. Yu Yun sat for a while, and said a few words with Xing Niang, then she got up and said goodbye.
Yan Yan asked the two aunts of Yun Yunsheng to return to the government together with her. It was dull and boring here. Although Er Dong and light snow did not show impatience, they followed the rhyme and were very refreshed.
Xing Niang took the bamboo raft to the gallery and picked the vegetables and pour it. "Mother, the old slaves saw Mr. Sang when they were down the mountain."
Yan Yan just picked up the book and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. "What is he doing here?"
"The old slave asked, saying that he came over to visit several masters of Yun from the temple." Xing Niang said.
Yan Yanji, Sang Chen grew up in the temple, remember that his master's law is quiet, presumably related to the cloud from the monk of the temple.
This matter, Yan Yan listened to the past, not in mind.
Waiting for the news of saving people here, some of Yan Yan could not calm down. After reading the book for a while, she took Xiaoman to the mountain and wanted to see if she could get some medicine.
There are many herbs in the mountains, but I have already got a full basket before noon.
"Mother." Xiaoman looked around in amazement and lowered his voice. "Do you feel like someone has been peeping?"
This kind of peeping feeling is hidden, and Yan Yan is also aware of it. She has been paying attention to it. I didn’t expect Xiaoman to notice it. Her voice just fell, and Yan Yan saw a bush shrug in the left rear.
"Mother!" suddenly came a quiet male voice.
Yan Yan’s footsteps subconsciously paused, and he saw a smack of clothes slamming out of the bushes. He smashed his skirt and lifted his head to chase. The voice below was like a soul,
Mother, mother!

Look at the smashing clothes, I have already disappeared, and I grabbed a handful of herbs with anger and anger. I lost it to the bottom, "Call out what!"
Xiaoman looked at the with surprise, and Qingjun Langjun, who was wearing a gray cloth gown, had several herbs on his head and looked at Yan Yan with grievances. These descriptions are not the two rabbits that Sang Chen can be.
Yan Yan looked up at the forehead, pressed her own anger, slowed down the voice, and asked: "How come you come here?"
Sang Chen listened to Yan Yan’s words, and suddenly he was not happy.
Mother, it’s so good! I’m coming down to enjoy the scenery, I didn’t expect to meet with my mother.

Yan Yan looked around and said faintly: "Where is the wild mountain, you can enjoy what you want, be careful of robbers and killing people."
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