Chapter 13 Peach Blossom Waves

The rain gradually stopped, and a clear light appeared in the sky.

In spring, the wind is strong, and the north window is open, and the room becomes a hall. Rong Yu went up the stairs and heard a loud bang before he got to the porch. At first glance, I was shocked. I thought it was pushing the window and didn't hold it up, so I hit it down.

A few more steps is the warm boudoir. In the past, he was a salient, and the woman's embroidery building never stepped on it, but now he has learned to come uninvited. He himself felt embarrassed, but there was no way. No matter how thick the skin was, in case she really married Lan Sheng, it would be too late for him to regret it. Now he is helpless, and the only thing he relies on is her favor. He knew that she was far from loving him, so he wanted to fight for it. At least let her agree that she will be willing to follow him at the wedding.

When I turned to the porch, I heard her ask, "Where are the people?" Looking out?"

The maidservant below answered, and she asked again, "What about uncle?" But is it still there?" There was a sense of urgency in his tone. He smiled gently and was quite useful in his heart.

Wei Yu said, "I didn't see my uncle go out, or I'll ask at the door." Saying that, he went out of the room and looked up to meet him. He turned around in surprise and called Miss.

Bu Nuan leaned out of the window and said, "Is your uncle still there? I only think you're gone!"

Rong Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you welcome me? Then I'll go now."

She hurried out of it, blushed and said, "I didn't mean that... Uncle, please come inside."

Rong and Fang turned around, with a wise smile in his eyes, and walked into the bedroom in no hurry. He is tall and his waist is straight. In the eyes of women, this romantic posture is the most touching, so they are a little reserved.

Bu Nuan gave up his seat and asked, "Has General Lan left?"

Rong and nodded, "I told you to prepare food, why don't you do it?" They couldn't wait and left in anger.

She asked, "Really?" He lowered his head and stroked his nails and said, "I didn't want them to buy it. It's good for him to leave early."

Rong Yu was greatly satisfied. His girl still has a bad attitude towards Lan Sheng, which is very happy. He probably expected that he was too exposed. He turned his head and cleared his throat and tried again, "How can you say that? He is your fiance. Seeing that the wedding is approaching, do you have any other ideas?

Bu Nuan's body moved forward a few times and half leaned down and said, "My uncle is tired of thinking about it for me..." She glanced at the maid beside her, "It's going to be noon. Today, I'll leave my uncle's meal and go to Chen Pu Chen."

Weiyu Weiyao knew that her nephew had something to say, so she had to quit Nuonuo.

Looking at her with great interest, she suddenly flashed her big eyes and said, "uncle, don't look like nothing. I don't want to marry him. Think about it."

He said meaningfully, "If you don't marry him, who do you want to marry?" Do you have a good-minded person?"

His tone seemed to be surprised and happy. Her heart was pounding to talk about who she liked... The past was not clear, but she knew that there was such a person. She looked at him sideways and said that the girl's mind should not be told to the man. But it seems that it is not a bad thing for him to show his background in front of him.

She hesitated, "How much does my uncle know about my past? I want to ask... Is there a tall man..." She compared her hand, "It's very tall and has beautiful eyes..."

She still has some impression and hasn't completely forgotten him. He smiled and pretended to be puzzled, "What's wrong with that man?"

Why is it okay? It's just that she can't let go. She blushed and said, "I often dream of this man and know that he is not Lan Sheng. I'm afraid that I will miss him once I get married... I often think nonsense. Uncle, don't laugh at me. I feel that there is that person, but I can't believe it when I think about it. If it's true, why never come to me!"

Rong Yu sighed. It was clear that she had always been by her side, but did she want to think about it elsewhere? He went forward, and a secluded world emerged in his eyes, and even his voice became chaotic. He said, "Do you look like that man?"

This surprise is not small, which is exactly what hit her faint panic. Just like hitting a snake on seven inches, she had a hunch that she would die. My uncle must have thought that she secretly liked him, so he said something tall. My description is clearly him, and I still want to ask him. Isn't this clearly showing love?

She showed her love... She was stunned again. Does she really cove of his beauty? What's wrong!

"No, no..." She waved her hand in a hurry, "My uncle misunderstood. I didn't say... How can I!"

Her frightened appearance really made people laugh, rubbing her hands, with a flattering smile on her face. Such a beautiful person, even the slippery tone is confusing. It is said that gambling for a long time will lose, and if you love for a long time, it will be bitter. This is reasonable, but it is not completely reasonable. Isn't there still a mellow sweetness in the bitterness? Sweetness covers all the senses, only this distinct taste. It seems that the dried petals are soaked in the wine and bloom again. He survived and came back to life again.

He opened the folding fan and shook it slowly. Occasionally, he looked at her from the top of the fan and hummed, "I thought you were dreaming of me, but it seemed that you were happy."

Bu Nuan raised his eyes bluntly, "I don't understand what my uncle said."

It's not that I don't understand, it's just that I don't want to understand. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Num, I know what's on your mind."

She is so nervous that her intestines are about to be knotted. How can it be! He must have squabbled her! She suppressed her guilty heart and tried to pretend to smile simply, "My uncle really likes to tell jokes!"

He listened for a moment and didn't answer her words. He turned around and said, "Don't you plan to go to Fengyifang today? Fortunately, let me have a look, otherwise the play will fall.

She hurriedly said, "I ordered someone to prepare a shadow man. Even if I don't go there, I can practice in the house."

"Are you going to sing the clarinet? Can Wang Zhaojun be happy without Han Xie Shanyu? His eyes showed complex tenderness, paused and disappeared, and said indifferently, "Have you practiced the last flower arrangement?"

Bu Nuan glanced at the beauty picture on the pear table and said with some complaints, "Last night, I practiced for a long time before going to bed, and the bamboo strips were so broken that my hands were torn."

"Since it's so hard, it's better to give up." His eyes fell on her hand. "How's the injury? Let me see."

She is inevitably twisted, and she is afraid of being too petty, and she looks overwhelming in her uncle's eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he still handed over his hand.

He held the softness in his palm, and she pointed it to him. Such white and delicate hands are particularly red with a little injury. Fortunately, there is only a small piece the size of a grain of rice. The girl is expensive and can't bear the hardship. When she is hurt, she shouts delicately, especially as if she is acting coquettish. He was reluctant to let go and slowly rubbed at her fingertips, like a lost treasure.

However, that little touch is even more heart-pumping. It is really too ambiguous, and it is not a simple communication between the world. From the abdomen to the palm of her hand, then separate her five fingers and hold her hands.

Bu Nuan's face turned blood red and muttered secretly. What's going on? Alas, she seems to be getting more and more unable to extricate herself. Uncle's attitude is really incredible. She always feels that she thinks too much, but why did he repeatedly give her such hints and deliberately lead her to that road!

She is angry. If it's purely a trick, she will be annoyed! But in case there was a deep meaning... She bit her lip and secretly looked at him and remembered something in a trance. The specific plot about him is still vague, but they find a familiar feeling - maybe it's an illusion that they once had. She didn't dare to ask. Her fingers curled up and wanted to take it back. What happened was his almost domineering stubbornness. She was at ease and thought quietly that if he was serious, she would not be too resistant. Such a taboo relationship can inspire a huge joy.

Or it was limited to her wishful thinking. Just as she was dramatically turned upside down, he calmly let go of her. She immediately dragged her hand back and pressed it on her lap. She was enchanted just now. When I woke up and thought about it again, I couldn't help but feel ashamed. Uncle's idea will thunder!

She finally heard the sound of kicking footsteps on the porch, and expected that he probably let go because he was afraid of someone coming. Thinking about this, her depression only stayed for a moment, and she didn't repent in a blink of an eye.

Wei Yao came in to take a blessing and said, "If you go back to Miss, the meal will be prepared in the small flower hall in the west. Please move."

"Auncle, please! You can't make it yourself. It's better to eat it ready-made. She finished her words and took the lead in stepping on the threshold.

Rong and she felt like a joke. By the time she got up, she had already bypassed the pink wall. He paused slightly in front of the window opposite him, leaving a graceful silhouette, and immediately went downstairs. He couldn't help laughing. This is the owner of the dyeing workshop. Amnesia is a good thing, at least a series of disturbances at the bottom of the year did not affect her. Now it is an extra gain for him to see her happy appearance.

The two of them sat down around the table. Bu Nuan looked at him and found that the problems previously discussed with him had not been solved at all.

"What?" He was furred by her. "Do you have anything to say?"

"Aunt," she added food to him and said, "What should I do about Lan Sheng? You haven't given me any advice yet!"

Rong Yu put down his chopsticks and said, "What do you think?"

She turned the tea cup in front of her like flying, and said, "I said I don't want to marry him. I want to..." She covered her face and said, "I want to wait for the person in my dream."

He nodded half-truthly, "Do you want to wait for me? No need to wait, I'll be by your side."

Bu Nuan felt that he was really a great person. Obviously, he said the most out of tune, but with a rigorous and solemn expression on his face. She waved her hand and said, "Whether it's you or not, it's serious to solve Lan Sheng first."

He held his head happily and glanced at her with his eyes. "It's not difficult. If you don't want to marry, go and tell your father and mother. I won't sit here, and there must be a decision. I ask you, would you like to leave Chang'an in order to escape marriage?

She was a little dull, "Leave Chang'an? Where can I go alone?

He raised the corners of his lips and said, "I won't let you go alone. I'll accompany you. Shall we elope?"

Tut, does this seem to be what an elder should say? She even trembled her liver and said with a sad face, "Auncle, can you stop playing with me? I'm talking to you about my lifelong events, uncle!" Finally, the uncle implied her tearful accusation. She was young and could not stand his repeatedly flirting. She felt that she was about to be driven crazy by him.

He was surprisingly indifferent, "I'm serious and never say anything unfounded. Just wait. When the old lady's birthday is over, everything will naturally be clear.