Chapter 192 Confession Bureau

As the sun sets, there is a hazy and mysterious atmosphere between heaven and earth. The earth under the setting sun seems to be immersed in a dreamland, intoxicating it.

Su Mansion, Autumn Wind Terrace.

After dinner.

Su Yuan called her husbands to her yard. She pointed to the round table with fruits and snacks and said with a smile:

"Come in and sit down. On the table are the milk mooncakes and fermented osmanthus cakes that I asked Qing Er to buy at the East Market."

"Oh, and there are also Dongyang green grapes that Xuanyin sent as tribute. His Majesty rewarded me with two baskets today. Doesn't Yunlan love eating green grapes? Come over and have a taste of what they taste like."

Meng Yunlan nodded, sat next to Su Yuan, picked up a green grape and put it into his mouth, praising:

"The flesh is plump and juicy, and the taste is sweet and less astringent. It tastes much better than anything I've ever had before. It's worthy of being a tribute."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Ji Qiubai and Nan Chu and chuckled:

"My wife asked us to come to Qiufengtai for something, right?"

Except for rest days.

It's difficult to get these people together.

Now Su Yuan called everyone to his yard, it was obviously not as simple as eating grapes.

Su Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to look at Nan Chu and Ji Qiubai who were already sitting on the right, pursed his lips and said:

"I was going to tell you about this yesterday, but it was already late at night when I came back, so I didn't bother you. Yuezhong hasn't returned home yet, so he probably won't come back, so I'll tell you."

She paused and said:

"Well..., I'm going to marry my fifth husband in a few months."

"What?"

As soon as Su Yuan finished his last sentence, Ji Qiubai exclaimed as if thunder had exploded, and then he reacted.

He immediately calculated in his head.

There were thirty days in a month, but now each month was divided into seven days.

But if Su Yuan marries another woman, then, then...

It took six days to break the sky.

The thought of losing a day's opportunity to be intimate is overwhelming.

Ji Qiubai immediately couldn't sit still anymore, and ran to Su Yuan's back and massaged his shoulders.

While Su Yuan wasn't looking, he winked at Nan Chu and Meng Yunlan, and slid his soft hands down her shoulders. He put his pink lips close to her ears and whispered:

"Wife, who do you want to marry? Tell me. After all, if you marry someone, we will live together in the future, so you must know them in advance."

Finally, he added:

"Master, Erlang, you agree, right?"

The two people he asked questions.

Meng Yunlan lowered her head, placed her hands on her belly and remained silent.

As a doctor, Nan Chu had been mentally prepared and comforted by Su Yuan when Meng Yunlan got married.

I heard Ji Qiubai ask him.

Nan Chu felt a little sour in his heart, and looked at Su Yuan with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and asked:

"My dear wife, who is that person?"

The wife went to court every day and returned home immediately after finishing her shift.

Apart from a small gathering with Lady Ji and Lord Lu on the day off, I didn't see her get to know anyone else!

Su Yuan uttered a few words concisely:

"The fifth prince Feng Shu."

Meng Yunlan's eyes moved and he asked tentatively:

"Fifth Prince, is he the one who saved my mother?"

Su Yuan nodded, raised her hand, grasped the man's slightly cool fingers under his sleeves, kneaded them a few times, and replied:

"It's him."

There was a trace of struggle in Meng Yunlan's eyes. He held Su Yuan's hand tightly and whispered:

"He, he's fine."

He had seen Feng Shu from a distance once.

He has a good appearance and a kind heart.

It would be good for the wife to marry this man.

Su Yuan knew why Meng Yunlan was so uneasy.

She sighed softly, reached out her hand to pick up a green grape from the fruit plate on the table and put it to the man's lips, saying softly:

"Open your mouth. Have you forgotten what I told you before? I don't care about that."

"Having two children, Luoluo and Xier, at home is enough of a headache for me. I just want to spend more time with you guys."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Nan Chu, who was being talked to by Ji Qiubai, and quietly whispered in the man's ear:

"You are more important to me than my own children. If my father-in-law is anxious to have a granddaughter, you can ask him to talk to Yun Qiao about marriage. He is almost twenty years old and still hasn't gotten married. My father-in-law has to stare at my husband and urge him to marry her every day."

Meng Yunlan burst out laughing at Su Yuan's words, and the bitterness in her heart was replaced by sweetness.

He raised his thin lips slightly, looked at the woman with a faint smile in his eyes, and said coquettishly:

"My dear wife, isn't this just for my own good? As for Yun Qiao... Yun Qiao is a stubborn person, and Daddy has been worrying about her a lot."

"She is obviously the same age as you, but there is no one in the backyard. She insists that she can't have a family without establishing a career. She always listens to you. You can persuade your sister someday."

Seeing that people were happy, Su Yuan handed the bright and plump green grapes hanging in the air forward again and raised his eyebrows and said:

"Are you willing to eat it now?"

Meng Yunlan nodded, shyly glanced at the two people whispering in a group on the left, opened her mouth slightly and took it into her mouth.

However, before he could chew, he caught a glimpse of someone suddenly walking in from the door.

Meng Yunlan pushed Su Yuan in panic, looked up at the man who strode in, and called out in a trembling voice:

"Yue, Yuezhong, you're back?"

Song Yuezhong casually pulled out a chair and sat down, scanning the people in the room, and said calmly:

"What do you want from me?"

Without waiting for Su Yuan to speak, Ji Qiubai curled his lips and said:

"My wife is going to marry her fifth husband, so of course I came to tell you!"

Song Yuezhong frowned, and his eyes with a hint of coldness fell on Su Yuan, confirming:

"Is this true?"

Su Yuan hummed softly, knowing that this person was difficult to deal with, he stood up and planned to sit next to him to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she left the chair, she saw the man sneer sarcastically, turn around and stride out the door.

Su Yuan held his forehead helplessly.

Okay.

Not even a chance to say a word.

She sighed, turned her head to look at her husband who had probably accepted it, and raised her chin to explain:

"You guys stay here and have some cakes and fruits first. I'll go get Yue Zhong back."

Several people nodded:

"Yeah, okay."

…

Xiayue Garden.

Su Yuan followed Song Yuezhong all the way to his yard and saw that he did not run away from home.

She breathed a sigh of relief and waved to the servants in the courtyard to leave.

Then he took a few quick steps forward, grabbed the man's black sleeve embroidered with gold thread, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Are you angry?"

What she actually wanted to ask was.

——Are you jealous?

But I was afraid to blow up this killer husband.

Song Yuezhong's mouth corners slightly lowered, he turned his head to glance at the hand that was tightly grasping his sleeve, and said unhappily:

"No, it's a waste of my time."

As if he was afraid that Su Yuan would misunderstand, he added coldly:

"You are marrying a husband, not me remarrying. Why do you want me to know?"

After listening to Song Yuezhong's words, Su Yuan pursed her lips, walked around the man, hugged his waist, and said in a low voice:

"Okay, let's not talk about this."