The door of Cheng Jiaoniang's house was closed, and Liu Lang, who was holding the horse, looked back.
"Let's go." Qin Shisanlang had already sat on the carriage and greeted him, "Don't bother, she's fine."
"Who bothers?" Zhou Lang snorted and glanced at him, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm not bothering." Qin Shisanlang smiled, "I'm just worried."
After saying that, he smiled and raised his whip to spur the horse.
This time after entering the house, I didn't meet my mother by chance along the way, but was called directly.
I asked the doctor who I didn't know where to call for a diagnosis and treatment. I listened to some instructions on what to eat and what not to eat, and then drank a bowl of tea.
Qin Shisanlang looked at his mother.
Mrs. Qin was still looking at him with a smile.
"Mother, have you seen enough?" he said, putting down his tea bowl.
"I haven't seen enough." Mrs. Qin smiled.
"You've been watching for sixteen years, and you still haven't seen enough?" Qin Shisanlang said with a snort, "This is enough to persuade my father, but no one else believes it."
Mrs. Qin chuckled.
"In sixteen years, this is the first time I've seen you unhappy, and of course I can't get enough of it," she said with a smile.
"Why am I not happy?" Qin Shisanlang said, smiling slightly.
Mrs. Qin stretched out her hand and, as expected, nodded her son's forehead, eyebrows, and heart...
"Here, here, here..." she smiled.
Qin Shisanlang stood up.
"Mom, stop making trouble." He said, frowning and raising his voice slightly, "I'm not a child!"
The room was quiet.
This was probably the first time that everyone saw Thirteenth Qin talking like this. Mrs. Qin stared slightly, her raised hand stopped in front of her, and the servants and women also looked at him in shock.
"Are we thirteen all going to lose our temper?" Mrs. Qin suddenly smiled again and said, waving her fan.
The atmosphere in the house returned to normal.
Qin Shisanlang breathed out.
"I wasn't a normal person before, so I just pretended to be normal. Now that I'm normal, why should I pretend to be normal?" He hummed and flicked his sleeves, "Of course I will lose my temper when I'm unhappy."
Mrs. Qin covered her mouth and smiled.
"Yes, it's a last resort. People who have no choice but to do what they have no choice will do. We Thirteen are the smartest." She smiled and stretched out her hand, "Come here, let mother take a good look at the normal Thirteenth. It's really
I can’t get enough of it.”
Qin Shisanlang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, rolled up his sleeves and turned around to go out.
After waving away the boy who wanted to help him, Qin Shisanlang walked slowly along the road, the smile on his face disappearing.
"Actually, I was overly worried in the first place." He said to himself, then shook his head and smiled.
There is no time when this is not the case, whether she is angry or worried, they are all other people, and as the one who affects everything, she is just watching the show. Who is in the show and who is watching the show.
For other women, how their husband's family is doing and how their husband is are all important matters in their lives, but for this woman, major life matters can be overturned at her hands, so marriage matters don't matter.
Born into such a family, having been so ill since she was a child, her mother died and her father abandoned her, she couldn't have lived a good life.
When you have no choice, do what you have to do, and those who have no choice but to do what they have no choice...
Qin Shisanlang stopped.
No matter what the situation is, she allows herself to live well.
But why, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
"Master?"
The boy beside him saw him standing still for a long time, so he thought he was tired from walking and tentatively came to help him.
Qin Shisan turned around suddenly.
The young man was startled and looked at his young master.
"It shouldn't be." Qin Shisan said.
"Sir, what shouldn't be done?" the boy asked in confusion.
"Yes, it shouldn't be." Qin Shisan said, stepping out.
His steps were faster than before, and he was walking very awkwardly. The boy didn't know what was going on and hurriedly followed him.
At this time, Saturday Lang just stepped into the house.
"How about it?"
Mr. Zhou, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, asked hurriedly.
Saturday Lang hummed.
"What do you mean?" Mr. Zhou asked in confusion.
"That's right, it's fine. It's okay." Zhou Lang said in a low voice, bowing his head and leaving.
Master Zhou called him to stay.
"Wait, wait," he said, waving his son in, "Come in and tell me, why is it so good?"
Saturday Lang sat down with his head down.
"I'm quite satisfied, so it'll be fine," he said.
Mr. Zhou didn't react for a moment, but Mrs. Zhou had a spiritual connection.
"Oh, she actually fell in love with the young master of the Wang family?" she asked in surprise.
"Are you saying that Jiaojiao'er has agreed to this marriage?" Mr. Zhou finally came to his senses and asked with a glare.
Who knows what she is looking for...
Saturday Lang hummed.
Mr. Zhou looked shocked and stretched out his hand to twist his beard, not knowing what to say.
"Then the Wang family is so good?" he said to himself.
"Since she likes it, we don't need to worry about it." Mrs. Zhou was overjoyed and relieved of a heavy burden, "I think the young master of the Wang family is not bad looking, but he is also a bit lacking, and he looks like he must be at home.
He is arrogant. It is easy for Jiaojiao'er to manipulate such a person. If she manipulates him, wouldn't she also manipulate the entire Wang family..."
He said, stroking his hands and smiling.
"This marriage is so suitable. Jiao Jiao'er is so smart, how could she disagree?"
The best thing is that the Wang family is from the south. She should get married and leave the capital as soon as possible.
"What a pity." Mr. Zhou frowned and twisted his beard.
"What's a pity? All girls' families want to get married," Mrs. Zhou said.
"You are so talented, marrying someone else?" Mr. Zhou frowned, his eyes falling on Liu Lang intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhou Lang's body suddenly tensed up, his hands on his knees clenched, and his heartbeat was pounding.
Mrs. Zhou also looked over, was startled, and reached out to pat Mr. Zhou's arm.
"There's nothing we can do about it, Jiao Jiao'er has taken a liking to it herself," she said.
"Why didn't I fall in love with you?" Mr. Zhou couldn't help but ask, looking at Liu Lang, while sizing him up, "Isn't he worse than that boy named Wang? Not to mention our family, it's better than the Wang family anyway.
Why didn’t I fall in love with you?”
Zhou Lang stood up with a red face, turned around and left.
"What are you talking about! Of course our Liulang is better than that person, but Jiaojiao'er doesn't think there is anything we can do." Mrs. Zhou said hurriedly, with a smile on her face and a little nervous, "Don't worry so much.
, she has taken a fancy to the young master of the Wang family, don’t talk nonsense and annoy her... No matter how good our Liulang is, she doesn’t like us. If she doesn’t like him, she just doesn’t like him. We have been together for so long, if
I’ve been interested in it for a long time…”
Liulang quickened his pace, trying to put aside his parents' words, but the sound followed him like a shadow.
People don't like our Rokuro...
If you don't like it, you just don't like it...
We have been together for so long, if I had fallen in love with you, I would have fallen in love with you already...
I just didn’t like it…
The young man started to run, but the two young ladies who were coming towards him hurriedly avoided and were almost knocked down.
"What are you doing, sixth brother?" the little lady complained, looking back at the running young man, "Did you get beaten? You look like you're about to cry."
"Who can beat him..." said another little lady.
Before he finished speaking, Liu Lang, who had just run over, ran back again.
"Mukuro!"
The two young ladies couldn't avoid it and were almost knocked down again. They stood firm and shouted angrily.
Saturday Lang had already disappeared.
"There must have been a fight, look at that fierce look!"
In front of the Yudai Bridge, Liu Lang jumped down without waiting for the horse to stop, and was about to rush straight to the door when he saw a carriage parked in front of the door.
Qin Shisan's carriage...
Why is this guy here again!
The door was ajar, and the boy sitting next to the concierge was muttering.
"..Why are you here again...do you think of us as your home?"
Before he finished speaking, someone else came forward.
"You..." Brother Jin glared.
Liu Lang glared at him and walked straight in. At a glance, he saw Cheng Jiaoniang and Qin Shisanlang sitting opposite each other in the hall.
"...What I want to say is that I hope you will not agree to this marriage." Qin Shisanlang said.
"What do you want to say?" Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and asked with a slight smile.
Qin Shisanlang also smiled.
"Yes, I, what I want to say is the private matter of the lady I am interfering with." He nodded and said, "I know that this marriage is not a difficult matter for the lady. Parents order the matchmaker.
, as it should be, just like the lady was born stupid and there is no help, just like the lady has a relative like the Cheng family who cannot make a choice and has to accept the helpless thing."
Saturday Lang stood still in the yard and looked inside.
"You see, these things are natural and helpless. It would be difficult for anyone else to survive, but my wife is still living a good life." Qin Shisanlang said, "So, this marriage is not originally a good thing for my wife.
It’s not a big deal, and I believe that the lady is not forced to agree because of being wronged, and I also believe that the lady will live a good life after getting married.”
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"That's natural," she said.
"But, I still don't want to." Qin Shisanlang said.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him, but Qin Shisanlang was silent for a moment.
"Madam, why do you have to encounter helpless things?" He said, "Why do you have to fight for the fruit of smoothness in this helpless situation? Why can't you get nothing to worry about with smoothness?"
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.
"This is probably life," she said.
"Madam, do you believe in fate?" Qin Shisanlang asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Letter," she said.
"I believe it too." Qin Shisanlang also nodded and said.
So what do two people who believe in fate have to say?
The maid Ban Qin in the corridor and Liu Lang in the courtyard looked over with a slight frown, forgetting to say anything.
"Since the lady has no idea who she will marry or whom she will marry," Qin Shisanlang said, "In addition to the Wang family, other families can also propose marriage to the lady. As for which family it will be in the end, let God decide."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and smiled again.
"Then, is there someone else's house?" she asked.
"I was thinking in a hurry and haven't considered it carefully." Qin Thirteenth Lang said, pausing for a moment, "Actually, it is most appropriate for your maternal grandfather, Zhou family, to marry your cousin..."
In the yard, Saturday Lang clasped his hands.
"..But you don't like Zhou Lang..." Qin Shisanlang said.
Zhou Lang's face turned red and he stared, bah, if you don't like me, how can you like you?
"Then, what do you think of me?" Qin Shisanlang said.
This shameless brat!
Saturday Lang stared and choked.
I’ve been talking a lot about this last sentence, right? (To be continued)
