Carrying the wrong sedan chair to marry the wrong wife

Lu Qingyi took the drawing paper, quickly took Xiao Rou home, and went straight to the study after entering the door.

"Sister-in-law~" Lu Qingyi entered the room, and seeing Shen Wenchang adjusting the color again, she walked over with her hands behind her back.

"Are you back so soon?" Shen Wenchang glanced behind Lu Qingyi, "Take it out, I've seen it all."

Lu Qingyi pouted, and handed the drawing paper to Shen Wenchang.

"Yeah, it's this kind of paper." Shen Wenchang stood up, not afraid of Xiaorou's presence, and kissed Lu Qingyi directly, "My lady, she is so fierce."

Lu Qingyi rubbed her face with her hand while smiling and said, "I have worked so hard to find the drawing paper, so you just say something nice and get rid of it?"

"That's impossible. You have the final say on this matter. I will do whatever you want me to do." Shen Wenchang smiled while holding the drawing paper.

Xiao Rou stood at the back and took a look at Shen Wenchang, and then at Lu Qingyi. She had heard that Chen Jiyun was born with a fear of guilt, and seeing Chen Huayun today was an eye-opener. It's just that her uncle, looking at it now, is not afraid. Pets are pets.

"Xiaorou, am I handsome, uncle?" Seeing Xiaorou staring at him in a daze, Shen Wenchang asked with a smile.

"En, um." Xiao Rou was confused and nodded repeatedly.

Shen Wenchang nodded clearly, looked at Lu Qingqing and said with a smile, "Xiaorou has other intentions for me, I beg my lady to protect me."

Xiao Rou was taken aback when she heard the words, then quickly shook her head and hands and said, "No, no, uh...Miss, you know my uncle's words, you can't believe it."

"Hey, Xiaorou, you just said that I'm handsome." Shen Wenchang said with his hands behind his back.

"Handsome, what's wrong with being handsome, I, I didn't say that I like handsome ones, um, miss, my uncle bullied me." Xiaorou stomped her feet and hid behind Lu Qingyi.

Lu Qingyi smiled and shot Shen Wenchang a look: "Okay, don't tease Xiaorou anymore, you scare her and Lu Qing is looking for you desperately."

"I'm just sighing. Now that I am capable of both civil and military skills, if I want to go out, I don't know how many beauties will secretly covet me?" Shen Wenchang sighed with his hands behind his back.

Lu Qingyi squinted her eyes and said, "If you haven't woken up, I don't mind helping you."

"Ahem." Shen Wenchang cleared his throat twice when he heard the words, glanced at Lu Qingyi quickly, and then quickly went to spread the drawing paper, and said in his mouth: "Drawing, drawing, even the air is so fresh in the awake world."

The corners of Lu Qingyi's mouth rose slightly, with a helpless expression.Xiao Rou, who was behind Lu Qingyi, rolled her big eyes, yes, she is still afraid of internal fear.

Seeing that Shen Wenchang had already started writing, Lu Qingyi moved a chair to the side to watch, and Xiaorou stared at it intently. Her uncle used to write with a pool of ink, but now she believes that the uncle is Chen Huaizui, but in the end she didn't. seen.

"This drawing paper is not bad at all. It is easy to use. Where did you find it?" Shen Wenchang asked after stopping his pen.

"Guess." Lu Qingyi smiled.

"How can I guess?" Shen Wenchang said before bending down to paint the mountain.

"I bought it from Chen Huayun, a descendant of our family." Lu Qingyi told the truth without being a joke.

Shen Wenchang stopped writing when he heard the words: "There are still descendants in this Yanghe, um, this shouldn't be bad, right?"

"Pfft." Xiaorou couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Is it bad?" Shen Wenchang raised his eyebrows.

"I do have painting skills, but my family is poor, and the whole family is supported by her daughter-in-law alone." Lu Qingyi thought of the two little dolls, and his heart softened.

Shen Wenchang was stunned for a moment, then bent down to continue painting, straightened up before writing, and could not hold back, "It's a worthless thing."

"It's not necessarily true that she's not promising. If you have time, I'll take you there. You can order and order. As long as her paintings flow into the studio, people who know the goods will have to buy them." Lu Qingyi thought of the unfinished painting, still She has the demeanor of her father-in-law, "Believe me, she is probably the best painter among all descendants."

Shen Wenchang was still angry when he heard the words, put down his pen and said: "Why is there no one to be successful?"

"Go and teach that Chen Huayun, he will be promising." Xiao Rou laughed.

"This time you met, how is her character?"

Xiaorou was overjoyed when she heard the words, and said with a smile: "I don't see her character, but she is very guilty. She was frightened by her daughter-in-law who swung a bamboo stick, so scared that she knelt down and shivered with her head covered."

Shen Wenchang was so angry that he was about to swear, but when he saw Lu Qingyi beside him, he closed his opened mouth, he was really cowardly, even more cowardly than her.

"Sir, do you seem to have something to say?" Lu Qingyi tilted her head and looked at Shen Wenchang.

"Ahem, no, no, what can I say." Shen Wenchang picked up the brush and continued to draw as he spoke.

"My lord, after so many years, uh, no, after a hundred years of life and death, your painting is still so smooth?" Seeing Shen Wenchang's words, Xiao Rou completely believed in her heart that the person in front of her was really the reincarnation of Chen Huaizui. Although she doesn't know how to paint, she has been with Lu Qingyi since she was a child, and she can tell the way by looking at the paintings.

"Do you like me more?" Shen Wenchang raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Yeah." Xiaorou looked at the painting and nodded, and felt wrong after nodding twice, "No, no, bah, bah, who's in love with it, hum, big writers are ruffians and bully people." Xiaorou still felt it after saying that Angry, he yelled and ran out.

"Are you itching more?" Lu Qingyi asked leisurely.

"Hey, just kidding, just kidding, it's time for you to arrange a wedding for Lu Qing and Xiaorou." After speaking, Shen Wenchang saw Lu Qingyi's face was full of inquiry, cleared his throat and continued to paint.

At this time, in Fuxian County, Nantong, Cheng En rode his horse and stopped in front of Cheng's house, got off his horse and ran up the steps to knock on the door.

The door opened for a while.

"Cheng En is back!" The gatekeeper opened the door wide.

"Hey." Cheng En responded and ran inside.

When Liniang and Mrs. Cheng saw Cheng En, they both went to look behind.

"Cheng En, where is your son?" Liniang asked.

"Go back to Young Mistress, the young master is still in the capital, this is the letter that the young master asked me to bring back." Cheng En said and handed the letter.

Liniang couldn't wait to open it, and felt bad after reading it: "Did something happen to your young master?"

Cheng En heard the words and said: "Young Mistress, son, he came back from Xifan and was promoted by His Majesty to be the fourth-rank servant, but why did he come out of the Minister's Office of the Ministry of Officials..." Cheng En hesitated seeing the young mistress with her big belly For a moment, he decided not to mention the injury.

"After I came out of the Shangshu Mansion, I was full of worries, and then the young master asked me to come back to deliver the letter. There is another matter. If Zhang Ziliao and Meng Ke and his party send a letter of divorce, they must not be trusted. The young master also said, at most one day. Moon will return home."

Liniang took two steps back when she heard the words, stabilized herself and said, "Why did Zhang Ziliao and the others send a letter of divorce?"

"I don't know this little one. Didn't the young mistress receive it?"

"Not at all." Liniang shook her head, this is not right, why did she pull out a letter of divorce after being dismissed as an official, well, what letter of divorce did Zhang Ziliao and the others send.

"Liniang, don't think about it, Ayi may have encountered something. Since she asked Cheng En to send the letter back, there must be something tripping her up." Aunt Cheng stepped forward and comforted her.

"Mother, something is wrong. A Yi letter asked us to move. If there is nothing wrong, why did we move? And the divorce letter, is it my divorce letter?" Liniang sat down slowly while supporting the table beside her.

Aunt Cheng thought it was impossible when she heard the words, and comforted Liniang, "Look, you are thinking wildly, Ah Yi's character, as a mother, I know that she will not let you down."

Liniang rubbed her belly, thinking about her relationship with Cheng Yi, and felt that Cheng Yi would not let her down, but she felt a little uneasy when she saw the letter.

At this moment, Cheng Yi was accompanying the princess to fulfill his wish in the temple, and the two came out of the palace to pay their respects, and Song Rongyue came straight to the temple.

"What's on the county horse's mind?" Song Rongyue left the treasure hall after burning incense, and walked to the small pavilion in the temple. Seeing that Cheng Yi was preoccupied, he opened his mouth to ask.

"Oh, no, it's okay, I was drunk last night, and I still feel a little dizzy." Cheng Yi counted the days when Liniang was about to give birth, and his thoughts had already flown back.

Song Rongyue saw that Cheng Yi looked very tired, and said: "I was negligent, the county horse was drunk last night, and didn't rest at noon, I shouldn't have dragged you to the temple, so we won't go shopping, Let's go back now, and the county horse can also go back to the mansion to rest."

"Thank you Princess." Cheng Yi was eager to go back early, she really didn't have the heart to visit temples here.

The two walked to the gate of the temple, and the abbot in yellow monk clothes approached him. When he saw the princess, he wanted to hide but couldn't hide, so he had to bite the bullet and stepped forward: "The poor monk has seen the princess."

Song Rongyue looked familiar, but she couldn't remember when she saw her, so she politely replied, "Excuse me, Abbot."

"Hey, aren't you the master who came to the palace to calculate the marriage for our princess?" Ah Hua suddenly rang out, and then said happily: "The master's calculation is really accurate, our princess is indeed married to the No. [-] Scholar."

Hearing this, the master shook his right hand holding the rosary, and quickly glanced at Cheng Yi, and sure enough, he saw the shock and resentment in the other's eyes, what should come will always come.

"Amitabha." The abbot closed his eyes, and then said: "Princess Ma Liang is a gift from heaven, I am very happy."

Song Rongyue heard that this is the master of fortune-telling, she added a bit of respect: "Thank you, master."

Cheng Yi clenched his fists tightly. Could it be that the prince insisted on marrying the princess to her because he listened to this bald donkey?

"The poor monk has important things to do, so I won't accompany you any longer." After saying that, the abbot made a detour and quickly entered the temple.

Cheng Yi followed the princess down a few steps, quietly took off the fan pendant and hid it in his sleeve with his hands behind his back, and stopped suddenly after going down two more steps.

"Oh, where's my fan pendant?" Cheng Yi touched the fan and looked at it again, "Princess, my fan pendant may have fallen on the way. I'll go back to the temple to look for it. The princess will go down the mountain first without waiting." I."

After Cheng Yi finished speaking, without waiting for the princess to speak, he turned around and ran to the temple with his robe in hand.

The fortune-teller abbot had lost his mind at this time, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together while walking beside the pine tree, when he opened his eyes again, he saw Cheng Yi's angry eyes.

The abbot fortune teller was taken aback and took two steps back.

"Is it your fate?" Cheng Yi approached.

The abbot fortune-teller stabilized and sighed: "Amitabha, you are a poor monk."

"What are you doing?" Cheng Yi asked coldly.

"Forget it, the princess and the champion of this discipline are a perfect couple." The abbot fortune teller said bluntly.

Cheng Yi was so angry that he couldn't bear it, grabbed the fortune teller by his collar, and forced him to the trunk of the pine tree, "It turned out that you ruined me, you deserve to die."

"Amitabha." The fortune teller closed his eyes.

"In this way, you are the great matchmaker between me and the princess." Cheng Yi was anxious, "People in this world either thank the matchmaker with gold and silver or with valuables. Guess what, I will use it in the future." What are you thanking you for?"

The fortune teller opened his eyes, glanced at Cheng Yi, and finally let out a sigh.

"Listen well. I, Cheng Yi, swear in this temple. In the future, I will thank you with the sword of Shangfang. If you don't die, I will never stop." Cheng Yi let go of his hand, flung his sleeves back, and strode out. He stood up, his hair fluttering back, and a strong anger exuded from his whole body.