After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

Liang Mingyu bit her lip, "I feel like you're partial to her."

Shen Juncheng's tone was calm, "That's your illusion, I'm just talking about things, you know, my cousin is not an unreasonable person, she didn't do anything, why am I torturing her for no reason?"

"Okay, let's eat. The girls don't know if they like it or not. I don't know how to be ashamed."

Liang Mingyu stuck out his tongue and silently grilled the rice.

Liang Guangwen looked at Cheng'er, but did not speak.

After the meal, Liang Guangwen wanted to take care of Shen Juncheng's body. He used Sang Dong yesterday. Although the poison had faded, it accidentally triggered the poison in his body. He came to him in a hurry and asked Liang Guangwen to suppress him again.

Liang Mingyu went to Yilian Pavilion in a sullen mood, curling the long hair on his chest along the way, sullen.

Shuangman followed and said with concern, "Miss Yu'er, are you still angry about what happened this morning?"

Liang Mingyu pouted, it's not just about the morning, but also the attitude of his cousin just now.

She hummed sullenly, her expression very sad.

Shuangman rolled her eyes, suddenly approached, and said a plan, a plan that could vent her anger.

Liang Mingyu just thought it was feasible, but then remembered what his cousin said and shook his head, "Shuangman, cousin won't let me provoke that Su Anan."

Shuangman was surprised that the son actually protected that Su Anan?

Liang Mingyu found a pavilion and sat down, and immediately explained what happened at the dinner table.

Shuangman and Liang Mingyu were on the same front, and they both believed that this was still Su An'an's plan, and they made progress by retreating.

I am afraid that the young master has been deceived.

Men? After all, they are more tolerant of beautiful and weak women, so Su Anan must have taken advantage of this.

Liang Mingyu knocked on the table angrily.

Shuangman pondered for a while, then leaned over and said, "Then move the green smoke."

Shuangman observed it for a long time, and Su Anan cared about Cuiyan a lot. Maybe it was more enjoyable to move Cuiyan than directly to Su Anan.

And I can give her a slap in the face, let her restrain herself, don't think that calling her a young lady, she is really the owner of Shen Zhuang.

Liang Mingyu's eyes lit up, yes, why didn't she think of it.

My cousin said not to provoke Su Anan, so it should be fine to punish Cuiyan.

She immediately thanked Shuangman sweetly, and then hurried to the kitchen.

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After Su Anan had lunch, he went to study Wen Daozi's painting style.

She looked at which painting to choose, which was more suitable for Gu Xiu.

After about half an hour, she chose a few pictures, rolled them up and planned to bring them to Yao Niang next time, and read the book for a while.

As soon as she moved, she realized that her shoulders and neck were a little sore, and she subconsciously shouted, "Cuiyan, come and help me squeeze it, my neck is sore."

"Cuiyan?"

For a long time, there was no reply.

Su Anan turned around, only to find that there was no one at the door.

She got up, walked to the door and shouted a few more times, "Cuiyan?"

Still no reply.

She suddenly had a bad feeling and walked to the door, "A Liang."

Li Liang was guarding the gate, and when he saw the young lady coming out, he hurriedly said, "What is your order, miss?"

Su Anan asked, "Where's Cuiyan?"

"Sister Cuiyan?"

Li Liang recalled that it seemed that Sister Cuiyan had not returned since she went to the kitchen to deliver tableware after lunch.

Su Anan was nervous, and immediately put on her skirt and went to the kitchen, Li Liang quickly followed.

When they got to the kitchen, a group of servants and women gathered together in twos and threes, who were choosing dishes and chatting.

Su Anan asked directly, "Did anyone see where Cuiyan went?"

A servant girl in her early thirties held a half-choked bean sprout and seemed to want to return something. The other woman hurriedly bumped her elbow, and then said with a smile: "Mrs Hui, after Miss Cuiyan has delivered the tableware, Go right back."

Su An's eyes flicked over, and the delicate young lady's eyes widened, and she was also a little imposing. The woman was frightened for a while, and immediately lowered her head.

Couldn't ask anything from the servants, or maybe they were told not to say anything, so she turned around and said, "Aliang, go to Yilian Pavilion."

Usually, Cuiyan comes alone to bring meals and tableware, and there is nothing to do. Today, alone, she has disappeared. You don't need to guess, and you know who it is.

Liang Mingyu!

She clenched her palms tightly, strode away, and Haitanghong's skirt drew a cold arc in the air...

The servant girl holding the beans saw the young lady's back and sighed in her heart.

The other old woman shuddered, but did not see that this soft and weak one still looked a little bit angry.

When Su Anan was far away, she dared to roll her eyes again, what if she looked like, you are not in charge of the mansion, she sighed, and sat down to choose dishes again, and gossip in murmurs.

The woman who chose the beans persuaded her to say a few words less.

Su Anan hurried to Yilian Pavilion and was told that Liang Mingyu was not there.

She picked loquats in Qingjingxuan.

Isn't Su An'an picking loquats? Well, Liang Mingyu will pick them too, and they will pick them bigger and sweeter than hers.

The loquats in my cousin’s yard are the oldest and the best cooked, and it’s also my cousin’s yard, so where can ordinary people come in and pick them?

Then Su An'an is only suitable for picking at the door of Yilian Pavilion.

Liang Mingyu climbed up personally and was happy.

Liang Guangwen sat below and told her to be careful.

Shen Juncheng was drinking tea, looking up at the golden loquat, thoughtfully.

It's another year of loquat ripening, but no one can make the soft and sweet loquat cake for him in memory...

Every year, every year, the loquats in this yard go from blue to mature, and finally fall into the mud and are buried by the autumn wind.

Yueluoshuangman held the frame to pick up the loquats, Liang Mingyu's silver bell-like laughter came from the tree, and Qingjingxuan was full of joy.

It's just that this was so enjoyable, and the next second, it was broken by a knock on the door.

Chao Sheng explained apologetically, "Master, Young Madam insisted on coming in, but I didn't give my subordinates time to report..."

Su An'an's posture was to break in. Chaosheng wanted to reach out to stop her, so she rushed forward. After all, it was the mistress. How could Chaosheng dare to touch her, so she broke in directly.

Shen Juncheng was slightly surprised, this was the first time she forcibly broke into his yard regardless of etiquette.

He waved his hand, and just as he was about to signal the tide to recede, he heard Su Anan raised his head and said to Liang Mingyu who was sitting on a tree trunk, "Where is Cuiyan?"

The voice seemed a little aggressive, which made Liang Guangwen dissatisfied.

This Su An'an is too arrogant.

Liang Mingyu raised her eyebrows, looking at her red eyes slightly proud, "You are funny or not, where is your maid, how does Miss Ben know?"

Su Anan raised her eyes and said with anger, "Don't pretend, the old lady in the kitchen said that Cuiyan was called away by you, and she hasn't returned yet. It wasn't because you hid her, who else could it be?"

Liang Mingyu lightly jumped from the tree, jumped down, and brushed off the leaves on his body.

Hearing that Su Anan had been to the kitchen, she pouted.

Hey, the woman in the kitchen is really useless, didn't she tell them not to say anything and make her anxious for a while?

She didn't know that Su An'an's sentence was just to deceive her. It didn't make much sense whether the kitchen said it or not, and she could guess that it was her handwriting.