Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

Looking at the creaking and shaking door, Rong Yu realized that she had finally saved her life for the time being, so she couldn't help but backed up a few steps, holding on to the doorpost beside her for a few breaths.

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There was a soft fluttering sound of yine beside her ear, Rong Yu turned her head when she heard the sound, and found that Feng Ming, who was still kneeling on the ground, had disappeared.

Where did it go?

Rong Yu trotted to the place where he was half-kneeling just now, and wandered around in all directions, but let alone a big, strong man, he didn't even see a single hair, as if this man had never existed just now.

Rong Yu whispered: "...Hello?"

No one responded to him.

Rong Yu yelled again, in the huge hall, he was the only one left to look around with his head raised.

Damn, is this a human or a ghost?

Although Rong Yu couldn't find the other party, he knew that Feng Ming, who existed like a ghost, must be staring at him all the time in a certain corner, just like the ancient physical surveillance. Before he stepped out of the gate, he really wanted to go to Chen Shihou's mansion.

A gust of autumn wind blew in, causing fine goose bumps on his arms. Thinking that from then on, there was a ghostly person following behind him all the time, Rong Yu couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

TM doesn't know how to stare at shit while sleeping, right?Rong Yu was annoyed, and walked outside the door.

When walking through the front hall and walking towards the backyard, he found a man standing by the rockery. Rong Yuzheng was in a state of anxiety, so he was taken aback by him. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be Ah Liang.

Ah Liang was standing there with a food box in his hand, when he saw Rong Yu, he seemed relieved.

This is the only way from the front hall to Xiyuan. Could it be that he is waiting for him specially?

Today's relief from difficulties is also thanks to Ah Liang's timely notification. It seems that the eternal truth of cannibalism can't be wrong.

Rong Yu slightly suppressed one of the irritability in his heart, and walked towards him. He wanted to thank him sincerely, but he was afraid that the ghostly Feng Ming would overhear him, and he would be too tired later. It's not good if you don't work.

He just rubbed his nose and asked him, "Are you waiting for me?"

"No, no." A Liang lowered his head, seeing that he was fine, the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Ah Liang is a servant in the backyard, so he is not qualified to go to the front hall, so he listened to the kitchen helper in the backyard early in the morning, and saw Director Qi aggressively leading a group of government soldiers to Xiyuan. He was afraid that Rongyu would suffer, and he was struggling. After thinking about it for a while, I still decided to report to Rong Yu. I thought it was bad luck, so I just waited anxiously at this intersection, but I didn't expect him to see Rong Yu, who was harmless.

He pursed his lips, took out the food box, and handed it to Rong Yu: "This is...your food box."

Rong Yu opened it and saw that inside was another bowl of thick porridge, two dusty buns, and a small plate of pickles.

After going through a lot of turmoil, Rong Yu had no appetite at all, now seeing this unappetizing food, naturally she didn't have the slightest desire to eat it.

But seeing Ah Liang's cautious expression, he could only take the food box and thank him,

"thank you."

Rong Yu gently shook the food box as a compliment, and was about to return to Xiyuan.

Being woken up early in the morning, and making such a big commotion, he naturally had to go back to sleep, so that he would have the energy to deal with this fucker when he woke up.

But A Liang hesitated but stopped him: "Master——"

When Rong Yu turned around, Ah Liang bit his lip and mustered up his courage: "Can you teach me how to make that 'steamed cake'?"

Rong Yu was slightly surprised, but A Liang blushed and explained: "My mother has been ill for a long time, and I wanted to cook her something delicious, but I..."

He looked at Rong Yu with some embarrassment: "I'm really stupid, but I can't do anything well, young master, can you teach me?"

Rong Yu sized him up a few times: "How old are you?"

"Me, I'm sixteen."

A Liang scratched his head and blushed again.

Unexpectedly, he was sixteen, and this child was thin and frail, and looked only thirteen or fourteen years old. Even Song Wenyan, who was ten years old, was almost as tall as him.

It is said that his father died in battle, and his mother is still sick at the moment, if it wasn't for the job that the Hou Mansion provided, probably there would be no way to survive, right?People, all kinds of things are life.

Rong Yu likes this child very much, somehow it reminds him of his schnauzer that has passed away for many years. Although his physical body is only 17 years old at the moment, what Rong Yu has is a 26-year-old soul. He is like a child.

Anyway, he can't even take half a step out of the Hou's mansion, so he has nowhere to spend his time, and how to spend it if he doesn't find some small things to do.

Rong Yu was very straightforward: "Okay, come over at night."

***

Pingyang Marquis Mansion, the main courtyard.

A lamp like a bean.

At midnight, Song Yanming was sitting by the mahogany table and flipping through the books. Shochik stepped up to open the lampshade and added oil. The lights in the room flickered and soon became bright again. He bowed his body respectfully and stood On one side, softly persuaded:

"Master Hou, it's getting late at night, let's rest earlier."

Song Yanming didn't raise his head: "No rush, you go and rest first."

Officials and noble families, the master has not rested, how can the slaves preside over the front, Shochiku is a little hesitant, although he knows that even if he goes to rest now, the magnanimous Lord Hou will not blame himself, but if Mr. There will be no punishment at the top, but after all, there will be some anger in the back.

He couldn't help thinking that it would be great if there was a headed mistress.

Songzhu imagined that at this moment, there was a mistress who stepped forward gracefully and gracefully, coaxing her husband, who is respected as the Marquis of a country, to go to bed, taking care of all aspects of the Marquis meticulously, and arranging the servants properly and properly. That must be much, much better than now.

such a pity.

He carefully looked at his master who had been with him since he was a child, but he still couldn't see what the new Marquis was thinking. They were sent to supervise the army in northern Xinjiang when they were weak, waiting for the war in northern Xinjiang. It has been more than three years since I came back a little late, and I am already twenty-four at the moment, but I am not married yet, and there are no concubines in the room. If it is other families in the capital, I am afraid they are already the fathers of several children.

Lord Hou inherited the title of Marquis at a young age, and he was honored by the order of Zhongshu. He was favored and had extraordinary appearance. The threshold of the mansion was broken, and Marquis Anxin was very caring about his nephew. Mrs. Wu had already run to this courtyard to mention it for no less than ten times, but Master Hou was indifferent on his face, and only said filial piety. The period was less than three years, and there was no lack of filial piety, so he rejected Mrs. Wu again and again.

I don't know what Master Hou is thinking.

Thinking of this, Songzhu's heart skipped a beat, Master Hou probably doesn't like men, but he didn't see Master Hou bring some boys into the mansion.

Alas, these things should not be left to my servants to think about. Go down first, sleep in the ear room for a while and then come back.

Glancing at the young Lord Hou who was still flipping through the books, Shochiku slowly closed the inner door.

I don't know how long it took, there were several knocks on the door. It must be an important guest who came here late at night.

"Come in!" Song Yanming put away the scroll in his hand and threw it aside.

The one who came in was a young man dressed in blue and green clothes. He bowed his head: "Master Hou, my subordinate Yao Zhaofang came back from Chuzhou and returned to Lord Hou overnight."

Song Yanming nodded: "How do you say?"

Na Yao Zhao said: "As for the origin of the second son of the Rong family, the lower officials have investigated the details. This Rong Er was not born to the aunt of the Rong family, but an abandoned son. The place of birth is unknown. The old lady Rong accidentally picked it up and recorded it in the genealogy. I became the master of these two young masters."

"Because he is a twin, he has been raised as a girl in the house. He has lived in a boudoir for more than ten years, and has almost no chance to contact outsiders. According to the nanny in the house, Second Young Master Rong is soft-tempered, ignorant and innocent. , is an extremely pure and kind person.”

Song Yanming frowned slightly, especially when he heard those adjectives.

Can't help but interrupt: "Is the news true?"

"Master Hou asked his subordinates not to rush things, and Tete went there personally. The news has been corroborated by several people, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Song Yanming thought of that cheeky smiling face, and it was really hard to match it with words such as tenderness, innocence, pure whiteness and kindness.

A sneer: "Pure white and good? How can you go against human relations and get on with your elder brother? How can you covet wealth and be willing to be someone else's side room."

Yao Zhao was speechless, and finally said after a while: "This is indeed what I heard, but I heard that it is not that he is willing to be a concubine, but because the aunt of the Rong family hates him for seducing his elder brother, so he dedicated it to... our old Marquis, I heard that, When he was in Chuzhou, Rong Er was already crying and fussing, and then he was coerced by his aunt to come to Beijing, but the old Hou Ye has always been dignified and calm, for some reason..."

Yao Zhao's doubts are naturally Song Yanming's doubts. The old Hou Ye is not the kind of person who is greedy for beauty. Over the years, because of this noble status, I don't know how many people have used many means to force people into the Pingyang Hou Mansion. Old Hou Ye reprimanded him sternly.

How could it be so easy to fall prey to a boy with only an appearance?

But more importantly, how would he know his true identity?Who is behind him?How could a twin who was raised in a deep boudoir be so naughty and treacherous?

There are really too many doubts about this person.

Song Yanming closed his eyes: "Let the people in Chuzhou continue to investigate. If there is any news, report it quickly."

"Yes!"

The author has something to say: There is only one update tonight, let’s start the second update tomorrow.