The sun was setting in the west, and the late rainbow dyed half of the sky red. I had long heard that watching the sunset at Evergreen Peak was the most beautiful. My dear girl had nothing to do, so she prepared to climb to the peak with the fragrance of water and happiness to enjoy the scenery.

In fact, the girl is also playful in private, but her aunt is very strict and trains her to be a lady. This time she finally came out, and the excitement in her heart also jumped out, and she even asked Qing Huan to find a kite for a walk.

Walking, as the name suggests, means dragging it on the ground. She hasn't learned how to fly a kite yet.

Just as I walked out of the gate, I saw a looming fire behind the rockery.

A few people came closer to take a look out of curiosity, but it was Mother Li squatting there.

She was holding a brazier and a pile of paper money talismans on the ground. She was burning it while speaking plausibly, but she didn't know what she was talking about.

Jiao Niang made a gesture of silence to Shuixiang Qinghuan and quietly walked closer.

"Third Auntie, you are already dead. Go and be reincarnated as soon as possible. Don't stay in the world of mortals any longer. I can only blame you for your bad fate. You should find a good family in your next life."

The voice came faintly, but it was not real. Jiao Niang hid behind the rockery and slowly approached her, trying to hear her words clearly.

"My slave will often burn paper for you and chant sutras and pray for you in the future. You must not come to pester me. In fact, you should understand that I am also very helpless and I don't want to kill you."

Shuixiang and Qinghuan opened their eyes wide at the same time. Qinghuan almost screamed, but Shuixiang quickly covered her mouth with her eyes and hands.

"I can't eat or sleep these days. When I close my eyes, I see you coming to me. Third aunt, I beg you, please don't torture me anymore. You have done good things all your life, and you are going to die."

Let this slave go. If you want revenge, go find—"

When she got to the key point, her voice suddenly stopped, and Jiao Niang almost rushed out to ask her who the person who instigated her was.

Although she was sure it was Ji, she wanted to hear her say it with her own ears!

Seeing this, Shuixiang grabbed her arm and raised her face at the person coming from the other side, "Girl, it's the Marquis of Chang'an and the fourth girl."

The person who killed my aunt was about to be revealed, but at this moment, Mother Li immediately packed her things and ran away when she saw someone coming. My aunt could only let this opportunity pass and punch the rockery.

The Marquis of Chang'an and Rou Niang were chatting and laughing along the way. Rou Niang smiled shyly. When the Marquis of Chang'an said something, she would nod in agreement and interject from time to time. The two of them seemed to be talking happily.

Jiao Niang didn't have a good impression of the Marquis of Chang'an. Although he was handsome and talented, he was a passionate lover. He never refused or promised every woman who admired him, but just enjoyed the admiration. And

One person was chatting, and the other person was reciting poems to each other, and they were engaging in romantic affairs under the guise of discussing and asking for advice.

The nickname of the most talented person in the capital is in vain. In fact, it is just an illusion. My dear wife has read his articles and poems, but they are mediocre.

But most people in the world are deceived by appearances. With a little more literary talent, those people can be fascinated by all kinds of things. Moreover, the noble ladies in the capital are often vain, and the Marquis of Chang'an is very popular right now, so it doesn't matter if they really fancy him.

Whether it's color or his literary talent, everyone is competing for it.

He was also good at acting. His first wife passed away due to illness the year before last, so he vowed to remain filial to her for three years and not marry. Such an affectionate persona made those simple girls fascinated by him.

No, there are two girls in the Hua family who are obsessed with him.

Jiao Niang was upset by what Mother Li had not finished saying. She no longer had any interest in watching the sunset and flying a kite. Just as she was about to go back to her room, she saw Wan Niang's personal maid Fang'er running over and handing a letter to the Marquis of Chang'an.

Maybe because Rou Niang was around, he didn't open it and continued to joke with Rou Niang.

The girl's eyes fell on the letter he had put into his sleeve, and she slowly recalled the vague memories of her past life.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth raised, and he had an idea.

When Rou Niang saw the Marquis of Chang'an accepting the letter, she secretly resented it. Wan Niang was so shameless that she accepted the letter privately. She must let her father know about it later.

She smiled softly and said in a soft voice: "Master Hou, don't you want to read what the second sister wrote for you?"

The Marquis of Chang'an looked directly into her eyes, "They are nothing more than poems and songs. It won't be too late to read them when I get back to my room."

"Second sister has been working hard on poetry recently, and she also hired a husband, so she must be making great progress. It's all thanks to the Marquis, and since she became friends with him, the second sister would be obsessed with poetry, otherwise she wouldn't be

I will never touch it in my life."

She smiled slowly, with the breeze blowing on her face, and a strand of hair sticking to her face, making her even more charming, "It's a pity that she is late, and she has never been interested in this area before, otherwise I would invite her to come out with me today."

Wouldn’t it be fun to recite poems together?”

With such a mellow beauty in front of him, the Marquis of Chang'an's gaze became even more profound. He enjoyed the woman's admiration and the jealousy of the woman competing for him. It could be seen that Rou Niang praised and criticized Wan Niang, but did not criticize her.

Stretching out his hand, he pushed away the strand of hair, and slowly slid his fingers on Rou Niang's face. His voice was low and sensual, "Isn't it good that it's just the two of us?"

Wherever his fingers touched, it was like a prairie fire. Rou Niang's cheeks were hot, and her shyness became more intense. She raised her eyes to look at the Marquis of Chang'an, then quickly lowered her eyes, "I thought the Marquis of Chang'an liked the second sister more."

The Marquis of Chang'an slid his fingers to Rou Niang's chin, lifted it up, and asked her to look at him, "You are more beautiful, gentler, and more talented."

Rou Niang's heart was beating so hard that she felt like she was about to jump out of her lungs. She let out a breath of anger and calmed herself down, "But the second sister is a legitimate daughter, and I am just a concubine. The Marquis of Chang'an and the second sister are a perfect match, and their identities match."

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"A person's status is not determined by his or her family background. If we are of the right family, is it possible that I will marry a princess or a princess?"

The mother of the Marquis of Chang'an is the eldest princess of Chu Yang, the younger sister of the current Holy Emperor, and his grandmother is also a princess of the late Emperor's dynasty. His status is so noble that he is the first person besides the princes to be named a Marquis by the Holy Emperor at a young age.

The soft lady bit her lip shyly, her cheeks felt as if they had been rouged. This attitude was alluring and alluring.

The Marquis of Chang'an swallowed his throat, took Rou Niang's hand, and placed it on his heart.

Rou Niang struggled a few times, but she was still not as strong as him. She put her hands on his clothes, and although they were separated by the cloth, she seemed to be sticking to his skin, and her palms were feeling hot.

She didn't dare to look up at him, her eyes fell on his Adam's apple rising and falling, and his voice sounded in her ears, "Do you know what is most important?"

Rou Niang shook her head.

The Marquis of Chang'an stroked her hand and said, "It's the heart."

Rou Niang felt that the Marquis of Chang'an slowly lowered his head, getting closer and closer to her face. She held her breath, closed her eyes, and slowly raised her head to welcome his tenderness.

But untimely, a silvery bell-like laughter suddenly appeared and broke the good atmosphere. Chang'an Hou instantly let go of her hand and took a few steps back.
Chapter completed!