Qingyan... Put down your sword...
When Shen received the letter, he hurried over. Seeing that his son's sword was still pointing straight at Song Tingzhou, he hurriedly scolded in a low voice.
This is the young master of the censor. That girl is also the real fiancée. What if his son caused a big disaster on impulse?
She had long thought that a girl was born too beautifully, but she was not as dull as Yan Yu.
When Gu Qingyan saw his mother, she put the sword into the handle.
Shen walked to his son, looked at his eyes still lingering on the girl, and said with tears:
Qingyan, my mother never interferes in your room affairs. You can go to any kind of woman you like, but since her heart is not here, let her go, why bother?
Gu Qingyan's eyes were red and her throat was choked: Mother, what if the son insisted on forcing him?
Shen sobbed: Qingyan, since your brother Ting passed away, my mother has put all her heart on you. Every time you go to the battle, I will go to the temple to burn incense and make a wish. I only hope that the Three Saints will bless my son with peace and everything goes well. That girl was originally the fiancée of Mr. Song, and she was determined to leave. You are so impulsive today. If you do something, you will not know that my belly and your younger brother and sister's children are the children. How can you live in peace in the future?If you have anything to do, my mother doesn't want to live anymore...
Shen's words made Gu Qingyan feel sad. His second brother died prematurely. His father was indifferent to his mother. Now she finally got pregnant again. Tomorrow she would go to war with the army. I think her mother must be worried every day, so why would she bear to make her sad?
It’s because my son is not good, and it makes you sad. Mother, I’ll go back with you now.
He stopped looking at Si Si and Song Tingzhou, and helped Shen slowly towards the inner courtyard step by step. After dinner with her, he returned to Tingyu Pavilion where he lived.
I went to the study first, and there was also a draft of Sumei craftsmanship on the tea case. It was the first night after he had had a date with the girl in the inn. He wanted to draw a picture of Jiujiu cold. It was not long before he drew several plum blossoms. He thought that he would hand it over to the girl after going to war...
The petals of the plum blossoms are eighty-one. Every day, they dye each petals and they all come out. Spring is here, but the heartless girl has left. Gu Qingyan knows that her heart will always stay in winter.
She is so decisive!
Gu Qingyan returned to the inner room, and everything carefully prepared for her in the room was there. The flower bandages placed beside her were made more than half. The needlework was meticulous, and the butterflies on the peony flowers appeared vividly. This girl was obviously good at the girl's red, but she never wanted to make a purse sachet for herself. In a blink of an eye, he saw the string of exquisite garlands, which were inlaid with the beads he had given her before...
He covered his eyes and felt a burst of pain as if he was plucking his heart and liver. He could hear the girl's brisk and tender smile in his ears. The crisp sound seemed to have fallen into the ground, but it was like a different world...
Fangzhu carefully knocked on the door and asked for instructions: Uncle, Aunt Yu is here and said she has prepared some clothes, shoes and socks for you...
knew.
Gu Qingyan tidied up her clothes and went to see her concubine in front.
Chen Yanyu dressed up specially today. Her beautiful figure, wearing a peony and green gauze and dew lily skirt, was curvy and straight, and her waist seemed to be unbearable to hold it. Her expression was charming and beautiful, which was completely different from her previous restrained appearance.
uncle.She stepped forward and blessed her. While walking, her skirt blew with her steps, like the moon reflected on the pond. Gu Qingyan couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
My mother told himself that Sisi and Song Tingzhou met in a bookstore. He kept wondering that the girl had been staying in the Gu Mansion. Most of the rare times she went out were with her. How did they contact each other?
I really can't figure it out.
Seeing the skirt Chen Yanyu was wearing, and remembering the half-embroidered flavour. It seemed that he had seen the peony somewhere, Gu Qingyan's heart gradually became clear.
When Shen received the letter, he hurried over. Seeing that his son's sword was still pointing straight at Song Tingzhou, he hurriedly scolded in a low voice.
This is the young master of the censor. That girl is also the real fiancée. What if his son caused a big disaster on impulse?
She had long thought that a girl was born too beautifully, but she was not as dull as Yan Yu.
When Gu Qingyan saw his mother, she put the sword into the handle.
Shen walked to his son, looked at his eyes still lingering on the girl, and said with tears:
Qingyan, my mother never interferes in your room affairs. You can go to any kind of woman you like, but since her heart is not here, let her go, why bother?
Gu Qingyan's eyes were red and her throat was choked: Mother, what if the son insisted on forcing him?
Shen sobbed: Qingyan, since your brother Ting passed away, my mother has put all her heart on you. Every time you go to the battle, I will go to the temple to burn incense and make a wish. I only hope that the Three Saints will bless my son with peace and everything goes well. That girl was originally the fiancée of Mr. Song, and she was determined to leave. You are so impulsive today. If you do something, you will not know that my belly and your younger brother and sister's children are the children. How can you live in peace in the future?If you have anything to do, my mother doesn't want to live anymore...
Shen's words made Gu Qingyan feel sad. His second brother died prematurely. His father was indifferent to his mother. Now she finally got pregnant again. Tomorrow she would go to war with the army. I think her mother must be worried every day, so why would she bear to make her sad?
It’s because my son is not good, and it makes you sad. Mother, I’ll go back with you now.
He stopped looking at Si Si and Song Tingzhou, and helped Shen slowly towards the inner courtyard step by step. After dinner with her, he returned to Tingyu Pavilion where he lived.
I went to the study first, and there was also a draft of Sumei craftsmanship on the tea case. It was the first night after he had had a date with the girl in the inn. He wanted to draw a picture of Jiujiu cold. It was not long before he drew several plum blossoms. He thought that he would hand it over to the girl after going to war...
The petals of the plum blossoms are eighty-one. Every day, they dye each petals and they all come out. Spring is here, but the heartless girl has left. Gu Qingyan knows that her heart will always stay in winter.
She is so decisive!
Gu Qingyan returned to the inner room, and everything carefully prepared for her in the room was there. The flower bandages placed beside her were made more than half. The needlework was meticulous, and the butterflies on the peony flowers appeared vividly. This girl was obviously good at the girl's red, but she never wanted to make a purse sachet for herself. In a blink of an eye, he saw the string of exquisite garlands, which were inlaid with the beads he had given her before...
He covered his eyes and felt a burst of pain as if he was plucking his heart and liver. He could hear the girl's brisk and tender smile in his ears. The crisp sound seemed to have fallen into the ground, but it was like a different world...
Fangzhu carefully knocked on the door and asked for instructions: Uncle, Aunt Yu is here and said she has prepared some clothes, shoes and socks for you...
knew.
Gu Qingyan tidied up her clothes and went to see her concubine in front.
Chen Yanyu dressed up specially today. Her beautiful figure, wearing a peony and green gauze and dew lily skirt, was curvy and straight, and her waist seemed to be unbearable to hold it. Her expression was charming and beautiful, which was completely different from her previous restrained appearance.
uncle.She stepped forward and blessed her. While walking, her skirt blew with her steps, like the moon reflected on the pond. Gu Qingyan couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
My mother told himself that Sisi and Song Tingzhou met in a bookstore. He kept wondering that the girl had been staying in the Gu Mansion. Most of the rare times she went out were with her. How did they contact each other?
I really can't figure it out.
Seeing the skirt Chen Yanyu was wearing, and remembering the half-embroidered flavour. It seemed that he had seen the peony somewhere, Gu Qingyan's heart gradually became clear.
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