Zhao An is a male guest, and it is not convenient for Sang Ye to entertain him, so he asked Duohua to go to the construction site to call Zheng Lin back, and privately told her to remind her uncle's guest's surname was Zhao.

After hearing this, Zheng Lin immediately put down the work he had, and hurried back home. He did not go to the front hall to meet guests directly, but went back to the room to change his clean clothes. When he arrived at the front hall, he saw Zhao An who was chatting with Old Man Zheng.

"A Lin is back, hurry up, please accompany Lord Zhao!" Seeing his eldest son, Old Man Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly got up and gave up his seat.

Although Zhao An had a gentle face and was approachable when speaking, his whole body could not be concealed. As an honest man who would be frightened and trepidated when he met an ordinary official on the street, Old Man Zheng could not help but be nervous and restrained, for fear that he would anger Zhao An if he said the wrong thing.

"Dad, there is no one left on the construction site, please go and watch!" Zheng Lin first bowed to Zhao An, and then found an excuse to send his father away to avoid his discomfort.

"Yes, Dad, let's go now. You're so happy to accompany Lord Zhao." Old Man Zheng responded naturally, said hello to Zhao An and hurried out, taking away his grandchildren who were still playing in the yard.

Sang Ye entertained Bao Yue in another room, and Zheng Lin and Zhao An were left in the front hall.

"I wonder what Lord Zhao is coming to the humble house?" Zheng Lin was straight to the point, and his deep eyes fell on Zhao An, not letting go of any expression on his face.

The journey from Fucheng to Shangzheng Village is long, and it takes almost a day and a night to ride a fast horse. Zheng Lin didn't believe that Zhao An gave up his official duties and came here in person just to accompany his wife.

What's more, he had previously suspected that Zhao An had leaked the news, which allowed An Yu to find this place from the capital, which almost caused his wife to encounter an unexpected accident. This time, Zhao An came to the door in person, which made his suspicion deeper.

Zhao An did not answer, picked up the teapot beside him and poured a glass of water for Zheng Lin, then filled the cup that had been empty for half of himself. Then he took out something from his sleeve bag and placed it on the table and gently pushed it in front of Zheng Lin.

When Zheng Lin's pupils shrank, his eyes stared at Zhao An with sharp eyes: "What do you mean?"

Zhao An also looked at Zheng Lin and said lightly: "It's not interesting, it's just the original owner!" Seeing that Zheng Lin had no intention of accepting it, his expression finally changed a little: "You should know that you have no room for rejection."

Zheng Lin's face turned cold, his five fingers clenched into fists, but he could not say a word of refutation...

In the small room separated from the front hall, Bao Yue drank the mung bean soup that had been frozen in the well and said with satisfaction: "It's obviously all mung bean soup, but Sister Sang is better made. After so many years, she tasted Sister Sang's skills again, and finally she had a little bit of fun."

This is not flattery. The mung bean soup made from mulberry leaves is indeed sandy and delicate, and the taste is moderate. Even if you drink a few bowls in a hot day, you won’t feel sweet and greasy. Instead, it will relieve the heat and make people feel happy.

"This is simple. Before cooking, soak the mung beans soft and steam them. After mashing, add water and put them in water to remove the floating skin and then sniff it in the dredge for an hour." Mang Ye said the tips for cooking mung bean soup. Seeing that Xiao Yuanxiao fell asleep after finishing her breasts, he put him on the bamboo bed.

The bamboo bed was cold, afraid that the little guy would be iced, so he had a used bed sheet on it. Backed by the dark sheets, the white and fat little Lantern Festival was really like a soft Lantern Festival.

Bao Yue liked the more she looked at him. Before she knew it, the topic turned to the little guy: "This big eyes and high nose bridge, she must be a handsome man when she grows up, and I don't know how many girls she will attract!"

When his son was praised for his good looks, Sang Ye said with a happy and humble voice: "The old saying goes, when he was a child, he will be ugly when he grows up. Maybe this kid is like this, not as exaggerated as you said!"

Bao Yue shook her head: "The little guy has his foundation there. Even if his facial features change when he grows up, he will definitely not look ugly." As she said, she said jokingly again: "If I can have a daughter in the future, I will definitely find a son-in-law who is as handsome as your son. In the future, the couple will have a quarrel. No matter how angry they are, they will be gone because of their good looks."

puff!

Sang Ye laughed and said speechless: "Don't tell me that you married Zhao An without hesitation, just because you liked his face."

Bao Yue, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, was very charming and lively in the prince's mansion. Many people were thinking about it openly or secretly. However, no matter who came to take the opportunity, she was mercilessly rejected, so many people said that she had a high vision and wanted to climb high branches to be her master.

Not long after, Bao Yue was suddenly promised to Zhao An by the second prince, which made many people watch the fun, thinking that she could not disobey the second prince's orders and would cry secretly on her back. Unexpectedly, this girl happily prepared her dowry for herself, and embroidered her wedding dress when she took the time. She couldn't see any force, which disappointed those who wanted to joke.

Zhao An looks good and has a good temperament. Think about it carefully, even if Bao Yue didn't like him, he would have a good impression, otherwise he wouldn't have been married happily.

Sure enough, after Sang Ye said this, Bao Yue blushed and admitted: "No, if it were An Dafu's face, even if I was punished by my master, I would never be able to marry!"

An Dafu is a small manager in the prince's mansion and is also a person who has pursued Baoyue. He has no problem with character and anything else, but he looks really anxious.

Mulberry leaves: “…”

This is probably what I call face control in my previous life. Only with a face can bring a filter and ignore all the other party’s shortcomings and problems. It can be said that I am very willful. I just don’t know if this person really gives birth to a daughter in the future, will he follow her mother’s unreliableness, and he also depends on his face to choose a husband.

The two have not met for a long time, and they didn't talk long after they met by chance in Lingyun Temple. This time they finally met, but they couldn't finish it for a while. They recalled the little things they had in the Second Prince's Mansion, and also had their own experiences in the past few years. It was not until Xiao Yuanxiao woke up from her sleep and was humming to have breastfeeding, and she realized that it was already late.

Meng is too old to bear the heat, and lunch and dinner are usually served by mulberry leaves, this time is no exception. However, Hu Yue doesn't bother to get hot, and he will pick up a table of good food in less than an hour.

After dinner, Bao Yue was tired and got tired of getting sleepy. Sang Ye packed a room and let the couple rest. After everything was settled, she also took her two children back to the room.

After coaxing the two children to bed, Sang Ye pulled out the hairpin from his head and put it down, and asked Zheng Lin: "How are you talking to Zhao An? Did you find anything?"

Zheng Lin didn't say anything, and took out something with a complicated expression in his wife's puzzled gaze.

With a "bang", the wooden comb fell from his fingers and fell to the ground. Mangye seemed to have not realized it and exclaimed in surprise: "Phoenix Order!"
Chapter completed!