Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

Fang Baoben was walking in the courtyard. He pretended to be a free-spirited man. He came and went freely in Gaofu all day long. No matter what Gao Gao did, Mrs. Gao had no objection. The maidservant of Gaofu was afraid of getting this mixed-world demon. Have to hide away.

Fang Bao shook his folding fan, and as soon as he stepped on a Yushu tree, he immediately stopped and reached out to stop the servant behind him.

He squinted and looked closely, a tall minion quickly rushed out of the courtyard where Gao Lan lived.

"It's really interesting." Fang Bao sneered, and the man behind him would fly to chase.

Fang Bao stopped him: "When I meet you next time, I shouldn't see it, otherwise I would have taken away my cousin's sweetheart, what should I do?"

The man said indignantly: "The slaves are very disrespectful, what is the son's capital, why should they marry the watery Yanghua woman like Gao Sister. You know, her reputation has spread all over Youzhou, and the slave is not a son value."

"Don't worry, I don't want to marry her, no one can force me." Fang Bao said, with unabashed disgust, he looked at the direction of Gao Lan's courtyard with contempt, turned and swaggered away.

After Zhao Changrong returned home, he felt more and more hated, how could he not understand the beauty of Wennon soft words in his arms, how could he become so ruthless and indifferent! Zhao Changrong was unwilling to think of Gao Lan's usual appearance of seeking pleasure under him, and his coquettish attitude towards him.

Lan'er must have been threatened by someone before he could separate from me!

Zhao Changrong more and more felt that Gao Lan was a last resort. He decided to take Gao Lan to the Yunshen Pavilion that they were in love with, and make it clear. If Gao Lan is really persecuted, then he is willing to take her away regardless of everything!

As soon as such an idea came up, Zhao Changrong hurriedly sent the man to Gaofu.

Before, he used to express love poems for Zhao Changrong and Gao Lan, but he came to the back door of Gaofu with his familiarity. After knocking four times as usual, no one came to answer the door.

He knocked four more times, and no one was there. At this time, he was a little anxious. If he didn't do it for his son, he would definitely torture him to death.

At this moment, the back door suddenly opened halfway, and Ruan Li was behind the door. At first sight, Ruan girl beside Gao Lan quickly said: "Sister Ruan, my son has something to ask me to bring to Gao sister, can you do me a favor?"

Ruan's eyes were faint. It seemed that the family did not know what happened to Zhao Changrong and Gao Lan. She asked gently: "I don't know what Zhao Gongzi asked me to bring to my sister."

"My father-in-law was at Yunshen Pavilion outside the city when he wanted to meet a girl."

Ruan's eyes turned slightly: "Got it, you go back and tell your son, I will take it, but my sister will not go, it depends on her mood."

Tu nodded and thanked: "Then trouble Sister Ruan."

The back door was closed again by her. Ruan spread his palms and looked at the scars on his nails that had been stuck in his palm.

She smiled coldly.

Gao Lan, Gao Lan, if you want to blame, you can only blame you.

When Ruan returned to the room, Gao Lan was picking the clothes she would wear on the day of the flower banquet.

"Where have you been? It took so long to come back." Gao Lan glanced at her obliquely.

"Sister--" Ruan Bu approached Gao Lan and whispered in her ear: "Sheng Gongzi narrated in Yunshen Pavilion outside the city when he asked your son, and also told the slave-servant not to speak to the outside, otherwise the Meng girl would know I’m afraid I’m going to make trouble."