The character design collapsed! The general's sick beauty is a killer

Chapter 50 Suspicion

Tang Xi arranged Meng Alan in the guest room of Xiyu Pavilion.

As expected, Tang Xianchang knew that she had an injury on her forehead and would come to visit her tonight.

This was also the first meeting between the two arranged by Tang Xi.

In the evening, Tang Xianchang came back from the Prince's Mansion. As he got off the carriage, the boy came forward and reported: "Uncle, the third lady is injured."

Tang Xianchang didn't want to pay attention to it. He had been very busy recently and the prince was under a lot of pressure. He didn't have time to care about her bumping into each other.

He asked casually: "Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

The boy leaned over and replied: "It's on the face."

Tang Xianchang immediately changed the direction to the study and went straight to Xiyu Pavilion.

He spent thousands of dollars to cultivate such a delicate flower. The most important thing is that rare face. She has great uses, how can she destroy it?!

Tang Xianchang's arrival was expected by Tang Xi. She had always known Tang Xianchang's position for her and the importance of this face to Tang Xianchang.

"Father." Tang Xi was blessed, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly lowered, and the gauze on his head was particularly eye-catching.

Tang Xianchang stepped forward, stared at the wound, and frowned deeply, "What did Dr. Gan say? Will there be scars?"

"No," Tang Xi said lightly, "Father, don't worry."

Tang Xianchang visibly relaxed and said, "That's good." Then he asked how he got hurt? Why was he so careless?

Tang Xi explained everything one by one and left him to eat in Xiyu Pavilion.

"Father hasn't come to Xiyu Pavilion to see Xi'er for a long time," Tang Xi's eyes were moist and clear, like the cleanest lake in the world, shining on Tang Xianchang's heart, "Since I'm here today, I'll have a meal with Xi'er

Rice, okay?"

He added: "The kitchen has been prepared now and will be ready soon."

She asked cautiously, fearing that he would find her annoying.

Tang Xianchang sighed secretly in his heart and felt that he owed something to his daughter. He nodded and agreed.

Tang Xi smiled happily, as if he had received a great gift from heaven, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he said happily: "Then I will ask them to add your favorite steamed cheese with sugar. Father will wait here for a moment."

Tang Xianchang nodded and watched her holding up her plain white skirt and running happily to the kitchen. He was infected by her happiness and couldn't help but smile. The pressure that had lasted for half a month was relieved at this moment.

Tang Xi did not go far after leaving. The happy smile on his face turned cold. He stood behind a crabapple tree at the corner and listened quietly to the movements in the pavilion.

This small and exquisite octagonal pavilion was built for her by Tang Xianchang last year. The eight pillars around it are wrapped with flower vines, and colorful flowers are dotted on it. Although it is not as beautiful as most peonies and peonies in full bloom, it still has its own kind of Xiaojiabiyu.

Charm.

The pavilion is an excellent place to enjoy the coolness in summer or enjoy the snow in winter. The weather is hot in midsummer and even hotter and airless in the evening. Tang Xi's dinner is often served here.

Tang Xianchang held his hands on the beautifully carved railings and admired the surroundings in a leisurely manner.

In the octagonal pavilion, the scenery on each side is different. The blooming clematis is like a butterfly wrapped around the branches, as if it is about to fly away from the world. The delicate vine rose is like a sweet dream, intoxicating the world, and the purple wisteria is blooming all over.

On the screen, the Silver Star Pothos has a unique charm in the bright spring scenery, and the soft branches with spread wings are charming and charming...

Tang Xianchang did not expect that the pavilion he built on a whim would be so colorful, and he was fascinated for a moment.

"Why do you need nectar, a thousand purples and reds, to make you drunk and admire the flowers?"

Wu Nong's soft voice in Jiangnan was like a fluttering butterfly, breaking into the depths of Tang Xianchang's memory, Jiangnan, his hometown.

He turned around and looked at the visitor.

Meng Alan was wearing a lotus-colored skirt with fluttering belt. She held a snow-white handkerchief in front of her body with both hands. Her smile was gentle and lovely without losing her dignity. She was in her prime, without the shyness and youthfulness of a girl.

It is not as thick as strong wine like an old lady, but has the gentleness, beauty, tranquility and holiness accumulated by the years.

"Who are you?"

"Meng Alan," Meng Alan bowed and saluted, speaking in Jiangnan dialect, soft and pleasant, "little girl, I have met my uncle."

Tang Xianchang stared at her, slightly dazed.

He seemed to see the smoke and trees in the south of the Yangtze River, the misty rain, just like the sorrow between Ronger's brows, the white wild geese flying low, the oriole's speech, the black lacquer grid, half hiding and half hiding, the sandalwood scent slowly coming through the window,

The gentle smile on the lips of the beautiful face is thick and light, everything is like a painting. Jiangnan is still the Jiangnan in the memory, but Rong'er and Ran'er are no longer there, things are different and people have changed.

Meng Alan still lowered his eyes and maintained a saluting posture.

Just taking a quick glance, she also saw the appearance of the legendary Uncle Xian Chang. He was already a little fat, but he was not overweight and greasy. His body was strong and his appearance was good.

With such a beautiful daughter, how could the father be so ugly? And because he was fat, he didn't look indifferent, but rather kind and approachable.

This appearance was much better than she expected. She could completely accept it without any grudge in her heart.

Knowing that he was still looking at her, Meng Alan pursed her lips and said nothing. She lowered her eyebrows and looked obedient.

I don't know how long it took, but Tang Xianchang finally came to his senses and said: "No courtesy."

Meng Alan whispered: "Uncle Xie." He stood up, still lowering his eyebrows.

"What's your name?" Tang Xianchang asked in a daze.

"Meng Alan." She raised her eyes.

"Meng Alan." Tang Xianchang chewed these three words carefully, sat back in his chair, put one hand on the edge of the table, and tapped his fingers on the table in turn, "Where are you from? Why are you here?"

It's normal to be wary. The third lady told her that Xian Changbo was suspicious, and if she wanted to dispel his doubts, she had to let him know that she had no intention of getting close to him.

"The little girl is from Xiang County in the south of the Yangtze River. She came to the capital to find her fiancé, but she was stolen before she could find her fiancé. The third lady and my wife were kind-hearted and let me stay in the Earl's Mansion for a few days. They also promised to help me find him.

That fiancé."

Tang Xianchang nodded, his doubts gradually disappeared, and he smiled kindly, "Xi'er is kind but dull. Since I brought you back to my house, I think I will get along well with you. You can rest assured and stay here, I will also send someone to help you find your relatives."

"Uncle Xie," Meng Alan saluted, straightened up, pinched his handkerchief, bit his lip, and thought for a long time before he said, "Your house took me in and let me cook gold and fine food. The third lady also lent me expensive clothes."

I have never known each other in my life, but your mansion has treated me with great kindness, and I have nothing to repay. I hope that I can find a job in the mansion, and I ask my uncle to help me."

"No need," Tang Xianchang waved his hand. The Earl of Xianchang's family had a great business and did not care about one more person. "Miss Meng can live in peace."

"Father is right," Tang Xi walked in from outside the pavilion, followed by a series of maids carrying trays. She waved to them to place the dishes one by one, walked over and held Meng Alan's hand, and said kindly: "Meng Alan

My sister can live in the mansion with peace of mind. How can Earl Xianchang’s Mansion be short of your bowl of rice?"

Tang Xianchang nodded in agreement.

The maids have already laid out the meals. At a glance, the dishes are exquisitely arranged and extremely rich. The one closest to Tang Xianchang is a bowl of milky white and mellow sugar steamed cheese. The rice is served in a blue and white tall bowl, with several pieces of rice in the middle.

Osmanthus, excellent quality.

"Alan doesn't want to," Meng Alan shook his head stubbornly, his gentle eyes filled with determination that no one could shake, "My father has taught me since I was a child not to take other people's kindness to me for granted. Even though my father passed away,

But don’t forget the family motto, I hope uncle and third lady will fulfill it.”

Tang Xi pursed her lips, a little embarrassed, and looked at Tang Xianchang as if asking for help, "Father..."

"What errand does Miss Meng want to do?" Tang Xianchang stirred the blue and white porcelain bowl, and the smooth sugar-steamed cheese was smashed by him.

"Since I was a child, I have often tidied my father's study, laying out paper, grinding ink, sharpening pens and lifting books. If you don't mind, I would like to do my best in the study." She raised her eyes and met Tang Xianchang's gaze, her eyes clear.

It is sincerity from the heart.

Tang Xi paused slightly, but Meng Alan actually changed his words privately.

Proposing to go to the study directly now was too abrupt and could easily arouse Tang Xianchang's attention.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Tang Xianchang.

He lowered his face slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "I often have to deal with affairs until late at night. Can Miss Meng survive it?"

"I can bear it." Meng Alan smiled slightly, his voice soft and firm.

Tang Xianchang nodded, indicating his agreement, and invited: "Miss Meng must not have had dinner yet, so come and eat with me and Xi'er."

Tang Xi's eyes were slightly darker.

He became suspicious.

Meng Alan didn't notice it, but he knew what Xu Tuzhi meant. He lowered his head and said in a dignified and polite manner, "This little girl is a commoner, and she doesn't dare to eat at the same table as my uncle."

"Then don't force it," Tang Xianchang raised his eyebrows and said generously, "Then Miss Meng will go and prepare first. I will go to the study after dinner."

Meng Alan nodded, and with perfect etiquette, he turned around and left the Bajiao Pavilion.

"Isn't Xi'er going to have dinner with father? Why are you just standing and sitting?" Tang Xianchang looked at the large table of sumptuous dishes in front of him with fat and droopy eyes.

Tang Xi looked into his eyes, nodded, straightened his clothes, and sat down opposite him.

He didn't make it clear, so he must have not decided yet, so her play would still have to go on.

"Father, how does the sugar-steamed cheese taste?"

"Not bad." Tang Xianchang took a spoonful. After tasting it carefully, he nodded and suddenly asked: "Is this the cook I hired from Jiangnan for you?"

Tang Xi nodded and said gratefully: "Thank you, my father spent a lot of money to find it for me." Fluttering his sleeves, he picked up a piece of green bamboo shoots with his jade chopsticks and put it on his plate. "This dish is also his specialty. Father, try it."

"

"Xi'er." Tang Xianchang stopped picking up the food in his hands, called her, raised his eyes, and looked at her steadily.

"Hmm?" Tang Xi stopped picking up the food, put down his chopsticks, looked at him, tilted his head slightly, and asked with concern, "What do you want to give me, father?"

Tang Xianchang stared at her closely, not letting go of any subtle expression on her face.

Tang Xi sneered in his heart, testing her? She is used to acting.

Her eyebrows were clear and she blinked, her eyes simple and sincere, waiting for his reply.

Tang Xianchang began to suspect that he had been under too much pressure recently and became paranoid. Xi'er was his daughter, so how could he let other women get close to his father?

He smiled and served her a bowl of porridge, "Xi'er needs to eat more, she is so thin, how does she look like the daughter I raised from Earl Xianchang's mansion?"

The smile in Tang Xi's eyes deepened, she took his bowl and said in a coquettish tone, "Father, don't laugh at me. Which daughter's family in Beijing is not so thin? If she were fat, my father would be worried about how to marry me off.

"

"Hahaha," Tang Xianchang was amused by her, "No matter how fat my daughter is, there are still people who want her."

A pleasant dinner.

If Tang Xiru wants to please people, she can do so easily. Her insight into and control of a person's emotions is amazing. But most of the time, she doesn't bother to go all out to please a person.

(End of chapter)