Chapter 254 As seen in the past, there are no clouds

I don't know how many days and nights have passed. Leng Xuanrong had to squeeze out a smiling face during the day to deal with the people sent by Miss Dou San and the seventh wife of the Prime Minister's mansion. At night, she could only hide in the room and tremble. Once the fear in the heart germinates, it seems that it can't be eradicated.

In a blink of an eye, it came to the day of the harem flower appreciation banquet. Dou Yandong came to tell Leng Xuanrong a few days ago that he had made preparations in the harem, and what he said was quickly confirmed that the small-scale palace banquet had become a grand event for no reason because of the intervention of the Empress Dowager. The reason for all this is that the Empress Dowager got a rare flower in a hundred years.

Leng Xuanrong knew that these were all made by Dou Yandong, and how he did it. Leng Xuanrong was not in the mood to delve into it.

Dou Haowei personally sent the soup to recuperate his body every day, and also thanks to the wonderful hand of Yan Yu's doctor. After drinking these soups, Leng Xuanrong was not overwhelmed by the boulder in her heart.

"Miss Xuanrong, you don't have to worry. My fifth uncle and third sister will go to the palace banquet, and the prince will also be present at that time. An Pingzhi will not do anything to you." Dou Haowei looked at Leng Xuanrong drinking the soup and comforted him. He doesn't know how many times he has said the same thing. But no matter how many times she said it, Leng Xuanrong still seemed to have some concerns. In fact, it is no wonder that no one in the government or the opposition now knows that the An family covers the sky with one hand. If An Pingzhi really wants to do something, I'm afraid that even the emperor can't resist. Dou Haowei knows that now they can only unilaterally think that An Pingzhi is not willing to provoke disputes now, so he will not do anything out of the ordinary in front of them. On the other hand, if An Pingzhi really did something that threatened Leng Xuanrong's life, Dou Haowei would never retreat.

He will do everything he can to protect Leng Xuanrong.

Leng Xuanrong put down the medicine bowl and looked up at Dou Haowei. All she could see from Dou Haowei's eyes was sincerity. This man is like a piece of white paper. This dirty world doesn't seem to stain him with anything annoying. What he said is true. Although there is no basis, Leng Xuanrong knows that every word Dou Haowei said to her is true.

"Mr. Haowei..." Leng Xuanrong smiled bitterly and whispered, "If only there were more people like you in the world..."

Dou Haowei was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't know what the meaning of Leng Xuanrong's words meant, and he didn't know what the inexplicable throbbing in his heart was now.

Leng Xuanrong's smile is so bitter that it makes people feel sad to look at it. Dou Haowei suddenly remembered that Leng Xuanrong had shown such a smile since they first met. At that time, she showed such a wry smile for the sake of silver, her depressed father who fled for the sake of abandoning her official office, and perhaps because of Zeng Yanliang, who committed a death crime. But what about now? Why does she smile like this now? Is she scared?

This idea flashed through Dou Haowei's mind, and his heart suddenly tightened. At this time, he realized that what the thin girl in front of him experienced was more harsh than he imagined, and Dou Haowei could not imagine the pain she had suffered. But even so, she still smiled, even if she smiled bitterly, even if she was afraid, but she still didn't say anything to retreat. Not once. Even if she was poisoned and almost died, when these people were discussing how to achieve their goals, the thin girl in front of her never mentioned her own safety.

Why? Dou Haowei didn't understand what kind of belief made her support her until now?

In an instant, time seemed to stop. Dou Haowei's body seemed to be out of his control. He opened his arms and held the thin body in front of him tightly in his arms.

There seems to be rain in my ears again...

In the study, he promised her that he would protect her, and he did it.

I didn't think about whether there would be a reward or why. He just wanted to do this, just to protect her.

Now, again, he still just wants to protect her.

Don't be afraid. He just wants to say such a thing to her. He just wants her to believe that he can protect her.

"Mr. Haowei..."

Tears came out of his eyes, and Leng Xuanrong lay on Dou Haowei's shoulder and couldn't help crying.

Tears couldn't take anything away, but this warm embrace made Leng Xuanrong temporarily breathe.

In the Prime Minister's mansion, An Pingzhi sat on the steps in front of the wooden building in the barren courtyard and looked up at the sky pressed by clouds. Only on such a cloudy day can he sit outside and look up at the sky unscrupulously. Although there was no sunshine, he involuntarily narrowed his eyes. The cloud looked so dirty that people couldn't help but reach out and tear them apart.

Anping put the guqin he got from Leng Xuanrong, but he just took it out and did not play it. The song is born from the heart, and now there is a little anxiety in Anping's heart, and it must be difficult to hear the music played.

Others say that the music played by Anpingzhi is always wonderful and pleasant, but Anpingzhi knows that the reason for this is only because he only plays with the strings when he is calm. However, the world doesn't seem to see this clearly. If anyone insists on finding the mystery, An Pingzhi feels that there is only that Leng Xuanrong.

When I think of the name Leng Xuanrong, I feel even more upset.

When he first saw the little girl, he just regarded it as an interesting plaything, but he didn't expect that such a plaything could make him lose his horse in the end. An Pingzhi always believed that everything Leng Xuanrong did in Wuming County was instructed by Du Yilin, the king of Xiaohan, but at that time, the two of them were imprisoned alone in Chaoyang Village, and all the things Leng Xuanrong showed made An Pingzhi waver. She seems to really know herself, as if she had known him for a long time. She seems to know everything about him, and her longing and infatuation with him are so obvious.

Even the disappointment and fear that An Pingzhi saw from Leng Xuanrong's eyes at the end of the separation were so obvious.

In fact, An Pingzhi did not have to kill her at that time. Compared with removing such an insignificant woman, An Pingzhi wanted to know why she was so disappointed in him, what she knew and what she noticed.

An Pingzhi, the eldest son of the first assistant prime minister, was destined to have a windy and rain all his life from the moment he was born. No one dared to show a disappointed expression in front of him, and even his father never said a heavy word to his son. Because of this strange disease, his father regarded him as the lower world of heaven and his arrival as a sign of God's family becoming a king in the future. Everyone was afraid to look at him, but only the cold Xuanrong. In her eyes, he was like an ordinary man, a man who could make her admire, a man who could disappoint her after doing something and let her give up.

This woman must have hidden some secret, a secret that makes her unique.

Thinking of this, An Pingzhi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. Fortunately, she escaped at the beginning. Otherwise, how could there be such an interesting thing for himself to have fun now?

Just as An Pingzhi was distracted, someone suddenly ran in through the moon door.

"The eldest son! The eldest son! The big deal is not good! Hurry up and have a look!"

came a young man in Jiading's clothes. He was already sweaty when he ran to An Pingzhi.

An Pingzhi's thoughts were interrupted, and the irritability that had just been suppressed suddenly became more irritable. He frowned and asked coldly, "Don't be so flustered. What happened?"

The young family member also knew that his parents' son was moody, so he had to stabilize his breath and lowered his head and reported in a low voice, "Just now, the cloth man sent those materials for the eldest son and Miss He's wedding. Miss Qiaoqiao was afraid that Miss He would be anxious and let us move part to show Miss He. Unexpectedly, after we got there, Miss He looked at the cloth and cried. Miss Qiaoqiao can't coax people and quarreled with Miss He for a few words. Now Miss He is clamoring to see the eldest son, saying that if you don't do justice for her, she will immediately call home. She doesn't admit this marriage.

The young family said this intermittently. He looked at An Pingzhi's face and found that the eldest son did not show any displeasure before he dared to finish the matter.

After hearing this, An Pingzhi not only did not get angry, but also laughed.

"Long... eldest son..." Jia Ding was shocked by An Pingzhi's smile. He carefully stepped back a few steps and whispered, "When I came to report to you, I saw several wives rushing over... If you don't show up, I'm afraid..."

"All the way."

An Pingzhi waved his hand to interrupt the family's words, took out a silver ingot from his arms and threw it to him, and then got up and said, "After the matter is over, Coincidentally, he will definitely vent his anger on you. None of you is allowed to resist. The silver is divided. Don't let Qiaoqiao know."

Jiading was full of joy with a heavy silver ingot. He knew that the eldest son was generous, and Miss Qiaoqiao's anger would inevitably burn on them. Now with money as compensation, he is willing to be beaten and scolded.

Anpingzhi didn't care about the happy family and strode away from the barren courtyard.

The yard where He Ruiping lived is now full of people. The maids brought by several wives were full of curiosity, but they usually competed with each other. At this time, they were also afraid that they would neglect something to bring trouble to their master, so everyone stood in the courtyard according to their status, pricked up their ears and listened to the high and low cries in the room.

While listening, everyone thought to herself that the future young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion had made so many things before she came through the door. I really don't know how to live in the future. Everything depends on the eldest son's face, but I don't know if the eldest son will protect his wife who hasn't passed the door.