Comprehensive Film and Television: Starting from An Lingrong, becoming the king of rolls

Before Zhao Ceying left, he patted Zhang Wenxiu's shoulder meaningfully.

"Since Miss Sheng Liu has already started discussing marriage, Sheng Rulan will not be late."

Otherwise, if Sheng Minglan, a concubine, gets married first, and Sheng Rulan, the legitimate sister, has yet to leave the cabinet, it will easily arouse criticism from outsiders.

The Sheng family was not very good-looking, but his father-in-law happened to be the person who valued the Sheng family's appearance the most.

Zhang Wenxiu understood the meaning of his words, and his heart lifted again after he had just put it down.

It seemed that he could no longer hesitate any longer, and he bowed his hands to King Huan: "Your Highness, please help me."

With that said, she asked Zhao Ceying to persuade Princess Huan to give herself and Ru Lan a chance to get along.

Zhao Ceying touched his chin, but did not fully agree, leaving only ambiguous words and left.

Zhang Wenxiu was left feeling anxious and drank cup after cup of tea.

After Zhao Ceying returned home, she told Mo Lan what happened today.

When Mo Lan heard this, she almost had a stomachache from laughing.

She didn't expect that Minglan's marriage proposal would make Zhang Wenxiu misunderstand Cheng Rulan and be so anxious.

But that's a good thing.

After such an excitement, Zhang Wenxiu became anxious.

Otherwise, if you take your time, you still don’t know how long it will take!

Mo Lan asked Zhao Ceying to hang out with Zhang Wenxiu for a few days before replying to him.

In the past few days, Zhang Wenxiu was restless.

Sometimes you play with the cat's tail, and sometimes you put it on the desk to encourage it to come down on its own. Of course, the kitten never listened to him. Instead, he stepped on the ink and left plum blossom prints on the paper.

Zhang Wenxiu couldn't laugh or cry as he wiped its feet and joked: "It's really stupid."

"Meow meow~!" The kitten seemed to understand, and turned around unwillingly, pointing its butt towards him.

Zhang Wenxiu insisted that the kitten look at him. After a few days, the kitten was so annoyed that it no longer wanted to rub around him.

Three days later, when King Huan invited him to Prince Huan's Mansion, a big stone in Zhang Wenxiu's heart finally fell to the ground.

Before leaving, he thought for a moment, reached out to pick up the kitten, and took it into the carriage.

"Benben, I can count on you today. If you behave well, I will let the kitchen cook fish for you."

The kitten seemed to understand and barked several times.

Zhang Wenxiu was extremely satisfied.

On the other hand, Ru Lan was also called by Mo Lan.

"Fourth sister."

After Ru Lan came in, she was immediately attracted by Mo Lan's belly.

After a few months, Mo Lan's belly had swelled slightly.

Although she is not big, Mo Lan has always had a slender waist, even if she is a little fat, it is very obvious.

Rulan couldn't help but touch it gently, feeling very novel.

She had seen Hualan's belly and Heide's belly, but she still found it magical.

"In a few months, you will be an aunt."

Mo Lan touched her belly, her face filled with maternal glory.

"Auntie?"

Rulan shook her head: "I'm not, Minglan is. I should be... the fifth aunt?"

In fact, Mo Lan nodded, pulled Ru Lan to his side, and looked at her carefully for a long time.

Ru Lan felt a little uncomfortable when she saw it, and then asked: "Ru'er, do you remember Zhang Wenxiu, the British nephew who played polo with your brother-in-law at the polo club a few days ago?"

As soon as she mentioned this person, Rulan immediately became awkward.

She blushed slightly and twisted the handkerchief, feeling very uncomfortable: "Fourth sister, why are you mentioning him? I... I have some impression."

But she was wailing in her heart, how could she not remember?

I made a fool of myself in front of him twice, I was so embarrassed!

In all her life, she has never been so out of control in front of a strange man!

In fact, if Zhang Wenxiu was ugly or ordinary, Ru Lan would not remember it so clearly. Maybe even Yu Qingguan wouldn't recognize him.

However, Zhang Wen's slender and elegant temperament is no worse than Qi Heng's.

It's the look Rulan likes.

How could she not care about this?

Mo Lan pretended not to notice her awkwardness and touched the bun on her forehead.

"I think he is pretty good, with both civil and military skills, and a good family background. Your brother-in-law said he is upright, resolute and courageous. He is also a good young man in the war. In the future, he will be good just based on merit alone."

She paused after saying this, sizing up Rulan's reaction.

Rulan's little face suddenly turned from reddish to red, and her handkerchief was twisted out of shape.

"Fourth sister, why are you telling me this?"

Mo Lan raised her eyebrows, put a finger on her face, and looked at her with a half-smile: "Of course I want to find a husband for my sister."

Rulan almost jumped up, her heartbeat was thundering, and her eyes were as round as they could be.

"Fourth sister, you, don't make fun of me. He...the son of a British prince, how could I..."

Ru Lan has some inferiority complex.

She considers herself not as dignified and chaste as her eldest sister, nor as smart and outstanding as her fourth sister. Even her appearance is mediocre, and Minglan is better looking than herself.

She doesn't like to read, and the elegant things taught by Aunt Kong are not as good as those of her fourth sister.

The housekeeper is also so-so.

How could she be worthy of being a son-in-law of a British prince's family, even though she had captured a lot of ladies in Bianjing?

Besides, at the polo meet last time, she heard the noble ladies saying that the British Duke's nephew was quite talented and deeply loved by the British Duke...

The more Rulan thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and her head lowered further.

"Bullshit!"

Mo Lan slapped the table domineeringly, stared at Ru Lan and said: "You are the legitimate daughter of the Sheng family, your grandfather is the ancestral temple, your grandfather is Tanhualang, and your grandmother is the legitimate daughter of the Yongyi Marquis. Your father is of the third rank, and your two brothers are Once again in high school, she is highly valued by the court. She is my sister, Sheng Molan, how can she not be worthy of the nephew of the British Duke?!"

If it weren't for the fact that all the sons of the British duke were married, it would actually be more appropriate.

But Zhang Wenxiu is not bad either. Although he cannot inherit the title of British Duke, he is still capable.

The family tradition is upright and his father is also a general in the court, but he is not as famous as the British Duke. In fact, it should not be underestimated.

Zhang Wenxiu himself can earn a title.

This is what Mo Lan values.

Rulan covered her little face: "Fourth sister, you praise me to the point that I feel embarrassed."

Mo Lan nodded her head: "Don't think so much, just look at each other. If you don't like it, we don't want it no matter how good it is!"

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Wenxiu, who was following Zhao Ceying, heard her and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It seems that Princess Huan... is not easy to bribe!

Zhao Ceying glanced at him awkwardly and led him in.

Mo Lan, on the other hand, was not embarrassed at all by being caught, and remained calm and composed as if nothing had happened.

He greeted Zhang Wenxiu, and then without saying a few words, he made an excuse and left with Zhao Ceying.

Only two people and one cat were left, and the room fell silent for an instant.