Court Marriage

"Ugh…"

I don't remember the first time I sighed today. Gong Zhuoliang sat in front of the dressing table and stared at the face in the mirror, thinking how could a boy be so... mother?

Look at the tender white face with melon seeds, the delicate eyebrows and nose, the phoenix eyes that are slightly raised at the corners of the eyes, and the small pink mouth, no matter how you look at it, she is a girl!

How much Gong Zhuoliang misses his original height of 186 and his handsome and sunny face, thinking that he was also a good young man with both literary and dance (street dance) skills, which is not like the cowardly pseudo-mother now, although His novels have also gone through ambiguous routes by selling rottenness, and he has also had **** with those fake girls photos before, but it doesn't mean that he wants to become one of them!

Standing up and looking around in the boudoir that belonged to the eldest lady, Gong Zhuoliang hoped to find something of value to increase the possibility of escaping from home, but this room has obviously been thoroughly sorted out. , which is very in line with the artistic conception of the four walls of the family. After thinking about moving the tall vase in the corner to no avail, Gong Zhuoliang sat back in front of the dresser and continued to play dead with the table.

Based on the memory fragments that Gong Zhuoliang knew, he knew that this dynasty was quite peaceful and prosperous, so the management of household registration and other things was very sound and strict, and the government and family had great power, which meant that even if he had money If you escape, you cannot buy real estate or land without your household registration and identity certificate, you cannot do business or work part-time, you cannot even enter or leave a big city, and you will face the danger of being beaten to death by family law once you are caught...

"Don't say anything about princes and nobles, even if you make me dress like a farmer, it's better than this..."

With a bitter face reluctantly, Gong Zhuoliang pinched his little face in front of the mirror, thinking that you, this little brat, will die by himself. How are your days going? You can't really be a fake girl for a lifetime, can you? let me die too...

"Miss, it's time to take medicine."

The sudden sound of the door opening made Gong Zhuoliang startled, and he hurriedly restrained himself from his soft sitting posture, and sat on the stool in an orderly manner, looking sideways at the door, only to see a little girl who was much more delicate than Ruo Lan. The girl walked in with a hint of impatience in her expression.

Gong Zhuoliang remembered that her name was Ruo Zi, and like Ruo Lan, she was the favored girl by his wife's side, and she was also another dowry of 'myself'.

"…"

He frowned slightly and looked at the bowl of medicine that was put on the table. Gong Zhuoliang's mouth felt bitter just by smelling the smell. He is a super healthy baby who has never even taken cold medicine a few times. Now let him drink it. Drop the bowl of black soup with scum in front of him... Let him die first.

"Miss, it's time to take medicine."

Seeing Gong Zhuoliang staring at the medicine bowl and not moving, Ruo Zi pushed the bowl towards him impatiently, still feeling resentful, she wanted to follow the counterfeit to dowry, what kind of life would she have in the future.

Originally, the dowry that my wife chose for the eldest lady was two honest girls who looked like ordinary girls. She was afraid that they would share the favor of the eldest lady. Unexpectedly, the eldest lady did such a scandal and could only use this substitute for the marriage, so the lady changed it. She and Ruo Lan are very smart looking and want them to be concubines to cover up the second master, so when she thinks that she will spend her life with a sick seedling who doesn't know how many days she can live, Ruo Zi, who has fire and nowhere to grow, will All the grievances were transferred to Gong Zhuoliang. Anyway, no one in the manor ever regarded him as a serious master, and his wife would not care about him.

"kindness…"

Seeing the undisguised contempt in Ruo Zi's expression, Gong Zhuoliang held the bowl and really wanted to smear this girl's face, but his good upbringing prevented him from hitting girls, and now he doesn't have the ability to lose his temper with others Therefore, Gong Zhuoliang could only lower his eyes to suppress the coldness in his eyes, and took the medicine bowl to his mouth with his breath.

"Miss, Ruo Lan has brought you a meal."

There was a polite knock on the door, Gong Zhuoliang hurriedly put down the medicine bowl and opened the door for people to come in. Then, taking advantage of Ruo Zi's time to look back, he turned his back to the medicine bowl and took a deep breath. At the same time, he sighed that this little beauty is so cute. .

"Ruo Zi is also here. Madam will be going to a banquet to watch a play. Why don't you join in the fun today?"

Glancing over the medicine bowl, Ruo Lan hung a friendly smile and looked at Ruo Zi, not in a hurry to open the food box in her hand.

"I'll go after the eldest lady has finished her medicine. What kind of delicious food is this brought?"

Facing the smiling Ruo Lan, Ruo Zi couldn't change her face any longer, her eyes turned on the food box, Ruo Zi lifted the lid of the box pretending to be a joke.

For Ruo Lan, the girl who is most relied on by his wife, Ruo Zi can't see it from the heart. She thinks that she is too good at pretending, and she looks like a humble and good person to everyone, which is really hypocritical!

"The eldest lady is taking shock medicine. Naturally, the cook cooks some light things. The effect of taking the medicine after meals is better.

Ruolan didn't hide, let Ruozi check, his eyes met Gong Zhuoliang, who was looking over, Ruolan almost couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly pressed down the corner of his mouth to pretend he didn't care.

"Oh, then I will trouble Sister Ruolan."

If Zi saw that there was only a bowl of white porridge, a pancake and a plate of pickles in the box, she would not be interested and let go. She didn't even say hello to Gong Zhuoliang, she turned around and left after speaking to herself.

"Humph."

Wrinkling his nose at the closed door, Gong Zhuoliang secretly decided to get rid of the annoying girl Ruo Zi as soon as possible, otherwise it would be too troublesome to keep him by his side, he is not a person who will swallow his anger.

"It's hard to be angry with her, what did I bring you?"

Ruo Lan, who came back from the door, saw Gong Zhuoliang's grimace, covered his mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled, thinking that the second master had committed suicide once, but his personality seemed to be a lot more cheerful, otherwise, according to his previous temperament, he would be so neglected by Ruo Zi. You must be sad afterward.

"Bacon?"

Opening the oiled paper bag that Ruolan took out from his arms, Gong Zhuoliang happily swept a few pieces of dried bacon into the bowl. He only ate a small piece of scallion pancake yesterday, and today it was almost noon before he delivered it. With such a thing, he is already hungry and his chest is on his back. He thinks that he was not so short when he was twelve years old. Now it seems that Bacheng was born out of hunger...

Imagining his height of 186, Gong Zhuoliang worked hard to bite the hard cake that he had never seen before, hypnotizing himself that the whole grains are healthy and healthy!

"It's better to drink this tonic. I have seen the recipes, and they are all mild and nourishing things, and there is no harm."

Ruo Lan skimmed off all the scum that floated on the soup medicine, and then folded the bottom, and then pushed it down in front of Gong Zhuoliang together with Qingshui, and then turned it over in the purse around her waist, and put the two wrapped candies inside. The blocks were handed to Gong Zhuoliang.

"It's… okay!"

Gong Zhuoliang had a bitter face when he heard this, but he couldn't bear to go against Ruo Lan's good intentions, so he could only squeeze the nose and force the tonic down. After sending it down, he took the candy that Ruo Lan handed over and threw it into his mouth to hold it.

"Save this for the medicine tomorrow."

Seeing Gong Zhuoliang's bitter appearance, Ruo Lan suppressed the urge to touch his hair coaxingly, holding back a smile and stuffing another piece of candy into his hand.

"No, Ruolan, you eat."

Gong Zhuoliang's face blushed at Ruo Lan's doting eyes, and he quickly took off the rest of the candy and fed it to Ruo Lan, thinking that he had to let a little girl coax him to take medicine, what a shame he would be thrown home. !

"Then take the medicine and have a good rest. I have to go out with my wife and come back at night."

The sweetness in her mouth seemed to flow into her heart. Ruo Lan smiled and looked at the cute boy in front of her while packing up her things. She really hoped that this young master, whom she loved as her own brother, could live a good life.

"Well, let's go, don't let Madam wait."

Forcefully sending Ruo Lan out of the door, Gong Zhuoliang hurriedly took a deep breath to continue irrigating water, and almost didn't stick out his tongue for a breath.

After finally suppressing the bitter taste, Gong Zhuoliang, who was so idle and bored, continued to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find things. Of course, he carefully turned over one place and restored it, otherwise he would be guilty of being discovered.

Looking at the paintings in the porcelain vase, Gong Zhuoliang paused after opening one of them. After restoring all the other paintings, he spread the portrait he found on the table.

Gong Zhuoliang was so careful about this painting not because he found any valuable authentic work, but because it was a portrait of a person, a portrait with the words "Qiao Yingze" written on it.

"This is my future husband?"

Gong Zhuoliang leaned on the table to look at the portrait, thinking that this was not PS, right? Looking at the face, looking at the eyebrows, looking at this, I feel pity... ah, no, it is a gentle and elegant temperament, and he is definitely a beautiful man who sees flowers blooming. It's just that his body seems to be too thin. I heard that he is a sick seedling who can't live without medicine since he was a child. I heard that he is a talented young man of sixteen years old. , I heard... In a word, with Gong Zhuoliang's unrestrained imagination, he stunned in his own mind combined a splendid and infatuated genius, and relied on a concluding sentence - how do you feel that I have become a green leaf?

But thinking about it again, the portrait that the Gong family sent to the Qiao Mansion is also very good. Gong Zhuoliang felt narcissistically that the appearance in the portrait is very handsome and handsome, but it is not something that the unruly genuine eldest can match. It's not the temperament that a deity child of his own body can have, but it's quite like his current appearance!

To say that the brush and ink paintings of this era are not as realistic as oil paintings, but the general outlines are still similar. In particular, good painters can draw very vividly. The Qiao family invited them to paint the two juniors. The Gong family didn't dare to find a girl to marry, and could only be replaced by the only one who looked like Gong Zhuoliang.

"What kind of person would he be? Please be reasonable. It would be better if you can communicate and understand my situation well. The most perfect thing is to let me be free..."

Holding the portrait on the bed and looking at it, Gong Zhuoliang pondered countermeasures to the beauty above... It stands to reason that he is a young man, so he should not be a sour scholar who only reads dead books, right? With such a good family background, and the eldest son and grandson, wouldn't he be arrogant? I pray that he is not some scum full of bad water, but he is weak since childhood. Is it the kind of bitter blue face with a heart higher than the sky and a life thinner than paper? It's best not to, that kind of person who can't communicate on their own!

While thinking about it, Gong Zhuoliang slowly fell asleep with his arms around the rolled up portrait, still muttering the name of 'Qiao Yingze' intermittently in his dreams...

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "Master, you drank this bowl of medicine anyway, even if it's for the new lady, please relax a little more, it's serious to take care of yourself."

The baby-faced book boy no longer had the clever and pleasing smile of the past. He stood beside the bed with a medicine bowl in his red eyes, hoping that the person behind the curtain would be stronger.

"...Why bother others again."

After half a sound, a low sigh came from the bed curtain. Although it was a little sickly and hoarse, it did not detract from the gentleness and sweetness of the sound line itself. Then there was the sound of someone getting up and sitting up, and the charming and naive maid who was standing by the side. Busily helped him up, and the book boy carefully fed him and drank the tonic.

"The next day is your big day. We are still looking forward to seeing the young master worship."

After the servant man lay down, the boy wanted to take the picture scroll in his hand, but was avoided by the man raising his hand slightly. Rest and retreat to the outside to watch the night.

"Miss Gong family... I don't know what kind of woman she is?"

After a long time, a low sigh came from behind the bed curtain, but this time, there seemed to be a trace of hope in the sentence...