Chapter 123
Seeing Wei Ling leave, Yi Ning sighed and asked Zhenzhu to bring cold water in a copper basin for her to wash her hands. She looked up at the densely shaded ginkgo tree in the yard and wondered what Lin Mao was doing there… She had a feeling Wei Ling was hesitant to speak. After a moment's thought, she sent a maid to the front yard to investigate.
A little while later, the maid returned and told her, "Master Lin Biao and the Duke were drinking in the front hall and had dismissed the servants. I don't know what they talked about, but Master Lin Biao went back happily."
Finally, he said, "The Duke gave two jars of Autumn Dew White to Biao Master Lin to take back, and Biao Master Lin gave our family a pair of wild geese."
Why did he send wild geese? They were only given when a man and a woman were engaged, as if they were meant to be together forever.
But when she thought about the crane he had sent to Lin Hairu, Yi Ning understood, because she understood anything Lin Mao sent. She stopped asking questions and asked the maid to find Ting'er. It was time for lunch.
Ting'er had a lot of fun playing with two little servants who were about seven or eight years old. When he came back, he was sweating profusely and his clothes were still dirty.
Yining didn't want him to get on the Luohan bed and insisted that Tong's mother take him to wash it clean.
Ting'er pouted and went to wash up. After a while, he came running in and approached Yining: "Sister, I want to go horseback riding with Guifu!"
Guifu was his little servant. Yining thought he was like a little stove, so she pulled him away and said, "Tell the guards to watch you. Go to the backyard and ride around the rockery."
Ting'er just wanted to stick to her, her cool body was so comfortable.
Yi Ning glared at him, and he could only crawl back and sit properly, propping up his chin and saying, "Our house is not spacious enough to run away. When I was in the garrison, the place where we raced horses was a large meadow." He pointed to a large area with his hand and said with a smile, "Sister, you don't know how to ride a horse. I'll take you riding when I grow up!"
Yining added a bowl of barley and pig's trotter soup to his bowl: "Okay, but we'll have to wait until you grow up."
After lunch, Ting'er went out again. Yi Ning called the guards in and specifically ordered them not to take the young master outside to ride horses. Otherwise, he would agree to it in front of her, but then give orders like a little bully in front of the servants, and the guards would not dare to oppose him.
The older he gets, the more his personality becomes like Wei Ling, and no one can control him except Wei Ling.
Yining took a short nap and then got up to see the manager.
As she woke up, Songzhi came to announce that Cheng Lang had arrived and was waiting for her under the veranda outside the west side room. Yining went to the west side room and saw him talking to Ting'er. The cockatoo hanging under the eaves tilted its head to look at him and called out, "Alang, Alang," as if it had recognized Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang took it down from the parrot stand. The parrot lowered its head slightly, as if wanting him to touch it.
Tingge'er complained: "I have been teaching it for a long time, but it still can't call my name!"
Cheng Lang teased the cockatoo in his hand and fed it some grains from a small dish. He smiled nonchalantly and said, "You have to feed it."
Yi Ning stood at the door and watched for a while before walking towards him: "Cousin Cheng, why are you here?"
Cheng Lang gave the cockatoo to Ting'er and told him to play with it. He and Yining went into the west side room to talk.
"What happened at the palace banquet yesterday, naturally I had to come and see you." Cheng Lang's voice was slightly deeper, with a strange coldness. "The reason that day was also Lu Jiaxue. The Queen wanted to please him, and you are his adopted daughter. So she wanted to ask you to become the Third Prince's concubine, and let Lu Jiaxue support the Third Prince to inherit the throne..."
Even Yi Ning knows how important the choice of a man with a large army is.
A helpless smile flashed across her lips: "The world is unpredictable."
She couldn't help but think of Lu Jiaxue's cold expression. In front of her husband in her previous life, she was forced to marry someone else because the other person wanted to please him.
It wasn't enough that I was harmed and deceived by him in my previous life, but now I have to be entangled in him and have no choice.
When Yining raised his head, he suddenly found that Cheng Lang was looking at him.
The sunlight from outside the lattice window illuminated his handsome and elegant face, his moon-white fine cloth gown. His fingers were lightly touching the edge of the table, and Yi Ning suddenly noticed. He then calmly moved away and said, "At tomorrow's court meeting, I will be transferred to the position of Deputy Censor of the Censorate."
The Chief Censor is a censor of the fourth rank!
"My situation isn't a big deal." Cheng Lang smiled and said slowly, "Your third brother is even more impressive. He should be promoted to the Minister of Works. With Xu Wei's strong support and his contributions to the Zhejiang flood relief, this position is almost certain to go his way."
"The position of Assistant Censor-in-Chief is nothing. Others probably don't even dare to think about it." Yining smiled and shook his head. The Assistant Censor-in-Chief was in charge of inspecting officials in the Censorate, and he already held power.
When she lowered her head, she lost her focus for a moment and accidentally cut her finger with the scissors holding the twisted wire.
The tips of the scissors were very sharp. My finger hurt and soon started bleeding.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Lang frowned, walked over to her, half-knelt down, and grabbed her hand. Seeing the bloody wound that was still a bit long, he said helplessly. "How did you get hurt like this..."
Yining still felt uncomfortable being held by him. After all, he was an adult, not the little Cheng Lang anymore. But he was so close to her, and it was hard to refuse. "It's okay, the wound is very shallow, just a broken skin." She pulled hard to pull her hand away, but it didn't move.
Cheng Lang looked up at her. Her petite body leaned against the pillow, her skin rosy and pale. Her wrists were too small. A pinch would hold them tightly, and even the slightest effort wouldn't let her break free.
He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. It turned out that in his dream, he had grown into a tall man, while Yi Ning was still so petite. He pressed down on her and kissed her. Seeing her glaring at him from under him, he held her face lovingly and comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I am Alang, your little Alang..."
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