Chapter 135 I Like You From the First Sight I See You
Chapter 135 I Like You From the First Sight I See You
"Chen'er, take Shuangshuang for a walk. The plum blossoms in the yard are in bloom." Old Mrs. Fu was happy to see the two of them, a perfect match. "Old man, what do you think of this granddaughter-in-law?"
Fu Yichen had to agree because of the situation. Besides, the girl did nothing wrong, so he had to talk to her.
"Miss Murong, please."
"Shuangshuang, please be polite," said Mrs. Murong, who was really afraid that her precious granddaughter would reveal her true colors.
"We both know. We'll take our leave now." He bowed and followed behind Fu Yichen.
“Your house is so beautiful”
“Your tree is beautiful.”
"The plum blossoms in your house are so beautiful"
"Your house is a bit cold..." Murong Shuangshuang had just finished speaking when a maid came over and said, "Sir, what do you want?"
Hand warmer, cloak, are these for her? I got off the bus too hastily. The weather here is still much colder than in Lingnan.
"Give it to Miss Murong."
"Yes"
"Thank you, sir. Was I too long-winded just now? Why didn't you turn around and talk to me?"
"Given the way Miss Murong is dressed, it would be disrespectful for me to look her in the eye and talk to her."
I see. No wonder the old lady asked her to change her clothes. She felt it was unnecessary. It wasn't a real marriage. It was more important to follow her heart. Lingnan was hot and humid all year round. She had been learning from a master in Miaojiang since she was a child. She had a very unrestrained mind. That's why the old lady asked her to be more restrained.
She had originally planned to release a poisonous insect to scare him when they were chatting alone, so that he wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts, but now she didn't think so...
"I've put on my cape, you can turn around now."
Fu Yichen turned around obediently.
"I like you"
"I have something to say to Miss Murong..."
The two spoke at the same time. It was obvious that Fu Yichen's voice was drowned out by Murong Shuangshuang's voice. He didn't seem to have thought about what this spoiled young lady saw in him. How could he blurt out such shameless words?
"Miss Murong, please don't joke with me..."
"I'm telling you the truth. I liked you the first time I saw you. I was not optimistic about this marriage proposal. I was planning to..." I can't say that I messed around with those snakes and insects. Just make it up.
"I originally planned to show my true colors even though I had a hidden illness, but I fell in love with you at first sight. I think I like you and want to live a good life with you."
"What did you just want to tell me?"
Fu Yichen took a deep breath and said slowly, "I think Miss Murong still doesn't understand what love is."
"do you know?"
"That's because you think about that person day and night, you worry about her, you want to give her the best, you want to see her smile, you want to treat her well, you're afraid that she'll get hurt, you're afraid that she'll cry, you're even more afraid that she doesn't have you in her heart, you want to make her your own private property... That's probably it." When Fu Yichen said this, Wen Jiu's face immediately appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"You have someone you like, right?" Murong Shuangshuang saw the smile on his face. She was not stupid. Every time she liked someone from the bottom of her heart, she would get centipedes and scorpions. Her mouth corners would also rise. This is what her maid said.
Fu Yichen obviously didn't expect her to ask this. Do you like her? Yes, I do, but she is engaged to his good brother and will be married soon. Although Wen Jiu told him that it was a cooperation, it was also a friend's wife that could not be bullied. He could only suppress it in his heart.
"No, I just saw a good friend like this and he told me about it, so I know a thing or two." Fu Yichen looked at the plum blossom and said
"Since you don't have someone you like, that proves that I'm not the third party. I can like you openly. My liking for you has nothing to do with whether you like me or not, and it won't cause you any burden. I believe you will be mine sooner or later, because my intuition has always been accurate."
"......." Fu Yichen had never seen such a straightforward woman.
"It's really strange. I feel like I'm destined to love you the first time I see you. Is this my fate?" Murong Shuangshuang muttered softly as she went to pick plum blossoms, but Fu Yichen still heard it.
He walked up to her and said kindly, "Miss Murong, why are you wasting your time on me? You are the head of a noble family, and there are probably thousands of people who want to marry you. I am just an ordinary, declining Fu family, and I am afraid I am not worthy of them."
"It's tens of thousands. That's what I said when I came here. Look, I got slapped in the face. It hurts. If I say you deserve it, then you deserve it."
"You may think I'm being unrestrained in my words at first sight, but I'm really sincere. I hope you can see that and give me a chance to show my sincerity. You can't just refuse to send us back when we just got here!" Murong Shuangshuang said playfully.
"How could that be? You are honored guests, so you should stay longer." Fu Yichen felt a little annoyed with this girl.
The two of them strolled in the plum garden for a long time. Fu Yichen saw that Murong Shuangshuang had said a lot, so he quickly took her to sit in the garden, let them warm up the car and have some snacks. Murong Shuangshuang looked at the snacks in Jiangnan, which were exquisite. She tasted them and found them delicious. It was really the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan that gave birth to good children.
"This good tea that my elder sister is talking about is really good tea. I think it is the same one I used to love to drink!" Old Lady Murong asked
"It's Junshan Mist Needle. Does it taste the same? This is what my two sisters love to drink. I have a lot of it in my private collection, but after we separated, I never took it out to taste it again." Mrs. Fu's sudden sadness frightened Mrs. Murong.
"What are you doing? What happened?"
......
"You said that you haven't received a single letter from Wanjun since you separated from her more than ten years ago? What do you mean Ruming might not be here? Such a big thing happened in your family, why don't you write me a letter? I can also do justice for you." Mrs. Murong was exposed to too much knowledge and too many things at once, and she was a little shocked for a while.
"Ever since Wanjun left the capital and went to the northwest, Ruming said that we would lose contact in the future. I knew something would happen, but now things are getting more and more uncontrollable. Logically speaking, he should have returned home long ago. It has been more than ten years, and there has been no news. The palace is looking for him, and we are looking for him too. I am afraid..."
"Don't be afraid, I'm here. We haven't seen each other for a long time. It's also been a long time since we last saw Wanjun, the little brat. Why don't we go see her?" Mrs. Murong must have been shocked by Old Jiangnan this time. Why not just go find Wanjun and see what the little brat has become?
"No, they are the only ones left in the capital now, and they are already in dire straits. If our two families go there, it will undoubtedly be a death warrant for them. Her granddaughter has been engaged to the prince of Xiao Palace, and they will be married soon. The marriage between these two families has already made the emperor very unhappy. Fortunately, Changping knew to hand over the military power, otherwise the Su and Xiao families would have fallen."
"Among the three of us, only you are smart. I can think of something, but I don't believe Wanjun can think so much. Could it be Changping? Shouldn't his whole family lead troops to fight? At most, there are those few younger generations. It is said that the eldest grandson is the best student. But could it be that he persuaded him? Changping cares so much about his soldiers, how could..." Old Lady Murong was puzzled.
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