He half-squinted his eyes and half-opened his eyes, grinning at her, saying shamelessly, and looked like a slutty liar, and he was very worthy of a beating.

Jiang Chengjia was speechless for a while and wanted to break free from his arms and roll to bed to sleep. However, the man tangled her a little tighter, dragged her back, and murmured in his ear: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. Let me hug you for a while, just a while, don't leave."

Hearing his tone, he started to act coquettishly for no reason, which made Jiang Chengjia laugh and cry, "Why are you still playing with a child's temper?"

Ning Nanyou buried his face on her shoulder and whined twice: "I'm really tired today, I just want to hug her wife."

He refused to let go and insisted on sticking to her and refused to let go. Jiang Chengjia struggled for a few times, but was afraid of touching his wound, so he had no choice but to give up.

Seeing that she stopped hiding, Ning Nanyou hugged her waist tightly and pressed her entire chest against her back, breathing in the faint fragrance of powder from her body, and the depression in her heart immediately relieved a lot.

"A Luo..." he called softly.

Jiang Chengjia closed her eyes, nodded lazily, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"If there is someone who is clearly looking at you and always secretly protects you in the midst of the current situation. But he just refuses to unite with you... What do you think is this?" His tone was depressed, as if he was a little sad.

Jiang Chengjia was slightly shocked, and he held his hand around her waist, and replied softly: "If there is such a situation you said, either... he has some difficulties that he cannot say. Or he is unwilling to conspire with you, but he does not want to hurt you."

Ning Nan murmured in a low voice: "If this is the case, why should you care about everything? Just act around your own difficulties, and don't have to signal to me everywhere and remind me of the road under my feet..."

Jiang Chengjia heard his voice and felt something was wrong, so he turned around in his arms, faced him, and asked in a low voice: "Erlang, who did you meet today?"

Seeing her tilted face, her beautiful watery eyes were thrown over to look at him, Ning Nan couldn't help but itch in his heart, and hugged her tighter: "An old friend. In the blink of an eye, things have changed for ten years. He was the gentleman I respect most except Master Lu. Now, he has been thrown into the enemy's door... and parted ways with me."

Old friend? Jiang Chengjia frowned his eyebrows, was confused, and thought carefully about the people who were familiar with Ning Nanyou in the Huai Palace, but found nothing.

She opened her mouth and wanted to ask, but when she saw his sad face, she couldn't bear to mention his sad things again, so she could only comfort her: "I can only say that people live in the world, each has their own fate and choices. Since he chose a path that goes against you, there must be his reasons. Since he did not hurt you and showed goodwill to you, you don't have to hurt the past, you just need to maintain your original heart."

She stroked Langjun's pale and bloodless cheeks, and quietly approached her, and kissed her again on his lips, "Erlang, after a long time, people will change, you don't have to worry too much."

Ning Nanyou looked at her intently, and the unfairness and ups and downs in her heart were gently relieved by her, and there was less unwillingness and loneliness, so he bent his mouth and said, "I'll listen to you."

These four words flowed out from his throat, hoarse and low, mellow and seductive.

Seeing that he finally opened his smile, Jiang Chengjia plunged on his arm with satisfaction and closed his eyes.

The two-month long journey made the couple stop talking, hugging each other, and sleeping in their own sleep.

The next morning, Jiang Chengjia took advantage of Ning Nanyou's makeup before he woke up and rushed to Jiang Mansion.

At the banquet today, Mu Yun and her were dressed very grandly. The two beauties got on the ox cart together. Until they saw Jiang Chengyi riding a horse on the court, they ordered their subordinates to drive to Yunsuque.

Jiang Chengjia, who was sitting on the ox cart, lifted the curtain and glanced out the window. Seeing Qian Shan, who was following the car, his heart was tight and his eyes were quiet.

Mu Yun looked at her appearance and asked in a whisper: "What are you thinking about Qianshan's affairs? If you figure it out... I'll ask Aunt Yungeng to come and draw some Nuwa's spiritual power from you to wipe out the memories of them..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Chengjia forced herself to interrupt, "Ayi! Let's discuss this matter again...at least, don't mention it again before you get married."

Mu Yun said anxiously: "A Luo, they will suffer for a moment later. What's more, Xue Qing's destined marriage will appear in these few months, you..."

"No need to say more." Jiang Chengjia closed her eyes, unwilling to listen to her words.

Mu Yun's words were stuck in his throat, unable to speak or swallow it. After a while, his face turned pale and he had to remain silent.

Jiang Chengjia stubbornly turned her head, stared at the patterns on the car curtain, and slowly lost her mind.

The ox cart stopped slowly after two incense sticks.

Mu Yun stretched out his mood, regained his smile, held the hand of the girl opposite, and whispered: "Since you don't want to mention it again, I won't say it. I just hope you can make the right choice, so don't regret it in the future."

Jiang Chengjia lowered her eyes and frowned, hesitated for a long time, held her hand and replied solemnly: "I know, don't worry."

Mu Yun nodded, immediately adjusted his mood, lifted up his skirt and said, "Yun Suque is here. Get off the bus."

She took the lead in lifting the curtain of the car, and with the help of the servant, she stepped forward step by step to the flat ground.

Yunsuque is the largest elegant village in Luoyang City, a place for the nobles to hold banquets, elegant gatherings, poetry gatherings, cuju competitions, throwing pots and other entertainment or social activities. The ladies and girls of wealthy families in the capital love to come here for banquets. The Great Wei Dynasty was martial, and young men nowadays had some skills and often practiced martial arts in the paddocks here.

Looking at the magnificent Quetai in front of him, Jiang Chengjia's calm heart was turbulent.

Yunsuque has a long history and has a history of hundreds of years. During the Great Yan Dynasty, it was already located in this city, witnessing the change of imperial power, recording the joys and sorrows of the ancient city, and the books are all about poetry, wine, tea and fragrance and stories of thousands of twists and turns.

She watched with her own eyes the construction of this century-old palace, and the ups and downs, the glory and desolation were experienced by herself. Now she returns to her hometown, she can't help but feel lost.

The geese roared a few times and flew past Yunsu. The city was particularly nearby, even better than the first prosperous construction, but the old friends could no longer remember the past.

Who knows the story behind Yun Suque? She laughed at herself and stopped.

Mu Yun turned his head and looked at her, and saw her low face, he quietly moved to her side, held her palm, and comforted her softly: "Aluo, you should take a look at its current prosperity. Jian Cen passed away, but his feelings for you remained in the world. As long as this is needed, even if he can't remember it now, it doesn't matter."

These words evoked the memories hidden in the girl's heart.

Yun Suque. "Yun Tai is a beautiful lady in Changque, and she is good at dancing Su Qu and is lazy and makeup late."

He once wrote a poem, laughing at her for having amazing dance moves, but she was always lazy and mediocre. She always made up late and gave up a short song. In order to win her favor, he spent a lot of money and personally supervised the worker to build this famous terrace that has been famous for its generations, named Yunsu.

Now, this Quetai has already been turned into other people's hands and no longer belongs to them.

The joy of the past was soon broken. Jiang Chengjia inevitably remembered the tragic situation of his death without a corpse under the Poison Peak, and his heart suddenly felt aching. She closed her eyes, suppressed all emotions, and forced herself to calm down.

Seeing that her face was wrong, Mu Yun quickly said, "If you really don't want to set foot here, I will accompany you back."

Jiang Chengjia gritted his teeth and shook his head: "I'm just palpitations for a moment, it's enough to be quiet for a moment. Mu Yun, let's go in. Don't let Mrs. Cheng wait in a hurry."

Mu Yun nodded, and the two supported each other and left Zhu Yumen on the green steps.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Chengjia quickly adjusted his mood, brushed away all the injustice, changed into a gentle smile and walked towards the banquet.

There is a big show to be done today, and she can't help but miss the past.

Yunsuque is divided into two parts. The front courtyard is a banquet area. After the banquet area is a yard where the men ride horses and cuju, throw pots and shoot arrows. Behind the Zhuyu gate, the purpose is a magnificent carving building with magnificent, tangled smoke and clouds, and fairy-like spirit. The largest stage in the capital is connected to it. The geisha is singing and singing lyrics, the singing and singing voice is melodious, the dazzling sounds surround the beams, and the elegant sounds of silk and bamboo are unaware of it. Further forward, the long corridor of painted buildings and corridors winds and stretches out inwards. Pavilions, towers, pools, water pavilions, green tiles and red tiles are reflected among the green pines and cypresses; the vines and rockery are dotted in the clouds and silk tents.

Following Yun Suque's servant, he faintly heard the wives and girls gathered together and laughed Yanyan's movements. He walked around the rockery standing in the center of the pavilion and walked ten more steps to the right. He felt that his vision was wide. A moon gate was placed in front. When he passed through this door, he entered the place where the girls gathered - Huachiting.

The servant shouted inward: "Madam Sijiang of the East Mansion, Madam Huaiyin Hou is here!"

In the huge inner garden, the blooming flowers reflect the girls. Looking forward, the courtyard is full of fragrance. The girls are spreading their sleeves into curtains, dancing red and green, discussing the latest news in Luoyang City, and talking about the gossips in the palaces. Some are sitting next to the rock bank of the stream and lying on the music, or standing in the pavilion to recite poems and essays.

The ladies from all families gathered together to eat tea and discuss things. They talked about the trivial matters between husband and wife, and couldn't help but laugh. The unmarried girls planned to go to the yard with a childlike heart to play two games and throw pots, and talked about the four beautiful men in the capital. Those who were about to get married were excited to negotiate among their wives, hoping to get to know more women and pave the way for themselves. In short, in the garden, there were beautiful women like clouds and graceful graceful.

The girls heard the report from the gate of Gongyue Bridge, put down the tea sets in their hands, turned their heads when they heard the gossip, fiddled with the music score, stopped chanting and lyrics, and looked at the wall of the door.
Chapter completed!