MTL - Luoyang Brocade-Chapter 12 Different

After lunch, the reluctant Ling Jingzhen still led the Lu family to the Peony Garden.

Ling’s eyes showed the youngsters’ shadows, and there was a smile in his eyes: “The sisters’ children are really beautiful, and they are much stronger than I was.”

Lu Hao is the time when the young sinus begins to open, and it’s no wonder that the beautiful girl who looks like this is so beautiful.

How savvy Mrs. Ling is so astute, she has already seen some clues, and whispered: "As I watched, Auntie seems to be especially good at her sister."

The mother and the daughter talked together and there was nothing to hide.

Ling’s twilight flashed and said with a smile: “If the aunt has this heart, he will come and tell me. If you can kiss and kiss, it is also a good thing.”

In the door of Lu’s family, Ling Jing’s marriage to Lu’s parents and grandsons is really a good deed.

Mrs. Ling’s thoughts for a moment said: “Children’s affairs are a matter of a lifetime. You must be a master of this matter. When your grandfather comes, you will discuss it with him privately.”

Ling's smile nodded.

Speaking of my grandfather, Mrs. Ling is inevitably going to swear a few words: "A Hui, you have been married to Lu family for so many years and have never been back. Every year, when you send your family back, you can pick it up and listen to it. I can’t worry, there is nothing else. Law. Now we only have two mothers and daughters, you don’t hide it. How is your grandfather waiting for you?"

Ling's smile, a bit of bitterness in his tone: "The lord is the patriarch of Lushi, and there are many things on weekdays. After he has been in the history of Zhangzhou, he has more entertainment, and when he returns to the house, he is inevitably less. And, the master's 妾There are also many rooms, and the nature that comes to my house on weekdays is less."

Even if the words are euphemistic, can you not hear the meaning of Mrs. Ling?

Mrs. Ling quickly sank her face and said with a grin: "This Luan, when you ask for you on the same day, is sincere. When you return home, how can you treat you like this."

Ling's bitter smile, the voice became more and more embarrassing: "In the end, I am self-sufficient, no wonder others."

When Luan arrived in Dingzhou for a business trip, he went to Lingjia to meet. At first sight, she fell in love with Lu An. Later, Lu Jialai proposed to kiss, and Mrs. Ling was too far away from Lu’s family to refuse this marriage. She insisted on marrying Lu’an. Mrs. Ling’s wife couldn’t help her, she nodded her hand.

When she was newly married, she and Lu An also had a few years of sweet love. After a long time, Lu’an greedy and lustful nature is revealed. The small cannes in one room and one room are in the government, and there are countless games in the official arena.

Ling’s less than thirty, but it has already become a yellow flower yesterday, and has been left out.

This time, Lu Anken went to Dingzhou to give his mother-in-law a birthday, or to see the big brother who worked in the Ministry of Industry.

In the last sentence, Ling is really ashamed to export. He laughed and said: "Mother, you don't have to worry about me. Anyway, I am the right room for the media. The Yan Yanyan in the house is just a fun thing for the men, so you don't have to worry about it."

Mrs. Ling looked at her daughter who was so angry and laughed. It was both distressed and angry. The voice was a little sobbing: "A Hui, it’s been a bitter for you in these years. I hate Dingzhou is too far away from Ganzhou. I want to go to Lujia. Supporting you, this old bone can't stand the rushing. This time, when my grandfather is on the door, I will ask for a clear face.

Before the words were finished, Ling’s face was already dark, and soon interrupted Mrs. Ling: “Mother, you should leave it alone.”

Mrs. Ling was stunned and looked ugly: "Are you afraid that I would say this, Luan would be upset in his heart?" Ling's fear of Luan was terrified.

Ling's no sound, it is the default.

Mrs. Ling’s heart slammed into a fire, and hated and said: “Are you so grievances for a lifetime? There are so many Yan Yan around him, if you are reborn and have a son and a half, you Isn't the day more difficult?"

"I don't have to worry about this." Ling's eyes flashed a sizzling suffocation: "I am the wife of the main room of Lu Fu's long room. Whoever is more than me. Those who are in the dim room want to have a son and a half. Also depends on whether they have that blessing."

The words are measured in yin, and the taste is fascinating.

Luan’s knees have only been Lu Lulu’s two sons, and the rest of the diverticulum has been pregnant. However, most of them have aborted a variety of “accidents” in a few months. Fortunately, giving birth to a child is also aborted at an early age. Growing up safely, there are only two prostitutes. For Ling, who has a scorpion, it is not a threat.

Mrs. Ling listened to these words, but let her heart down: "You know how important it is."

As long as you can't live with your son, it doesn't matter if you have more room.

"This time I went back to my mother's house and only brought back Auntie. The two prostitutes were still under ten years old. I didn't bring them because of the long distance. The master did not say anything." Ling's look recovered as usual. A faint smile: "In the heart of the old man, Auntie Ai is much heavier than the two prostitutes."

Mrs. Ling’s brow stretched out and smiled on her face: “If you can understand, I will be relieved.”

Suddenly screamed: "Lu An is in the prime of life, and it is impossible to check the female color. This is no way to do it. However, you can't let it go. Pick some beautiful and reliable face from the side and send it to your face. Go around him. Even if you have a pet, you can be your help."

Ling's nodded: "I naturally save this little thing, and my mother doesn't have to worry about me."

How can you not worry?

Mrs. Ling sighed secretly. She is such a daughter, holding up in the palm of her hand like a pearl. Married to Lu’s family for so many years, but the days have passed.

Originally it was just a joke to mention Lu Hao and Ling Jing's things. Now I want to come. If Ling Jing can marry Lu, she can also help Ling. It is a good thing to do both.

Ling Jing姝 took Ling Xiao’s hand and entered the Peony Garden.

Four lines of sight fell on her back, making it look like a man on the back.

Ling Jingwei frowned slightly invisibly, and there was a strange and vigilant heart in his heart.

Lu Hao, like her past life, still loves her at first sight, and she is disgusted with her everywhere, but it is not strange. Lu Lu is somewhat abnormal about her hospitality.

Even if Lu Qian will give her a different mind, it should be a few years later. Lu Qian is now a 12-year-old boy. The head is still not high, she is still a child in her eyes.

An ambiguous thought flashed through my mind. Before I thought about it, I was interrupted by Lu Qian’s slightly excited voice: "My cousin, this peony has a green flower bud, and the peony Will it be green?"

Compared with Lu Qian’s surprise, Ling Jing’s ambiguity seems to be fascinating, and he swears: “This peony is called bean green, and the flowers are indeed rare green.”

There are many varieties of peony and different colors. Green peony is undoubtedly a rare treasure.

Lu Qian didn't mind the quietness of the silence, and smiled happily: "The peony flowering season is coming soon. The mother said that she would stay in Dingzhou for a few months and then go. It seems that I can have a good time."

Said, and pointed to another peony asked: "Hey cousin, that one is a blue flower bud. I do not know what kind?"

"That is called Lantian jade." Speaking of the favorite peony, the expression on Ling Jing's face was softer, and there was no indifference that refused to be a thousand miles: "I cultivated it last year. When the flower blooms, the red core Blue flowers are very beautiful."

When looking at the favorite peony, the eyebrows show a hint of tenderness.

Lu Qian looked at this kind of quietness, and the joy in his heart almost overflowed the chest. What is going to say, Lu Hao’s voice rang in his ear: “姝 cousin, the one with purple flowers, is Gesha purple.”

When I heard Lu Hao’s voice, the smile in Ling Jing’s eyes disappeared without a trace, and it was short.

As long as you have eyes, you can see the aversion of the eyes.

Lu Hao smiled a bit, his heart was like something blocked, and the sullen feeling was uncomfortable.

What did he say wrong, what did he do wrong, why did his cousin hate him so much? I don’t even want to cover up a star or a half, so I clearly show it on my face.

Ling Xiao couldn't see Lu Luran's look. Lu Qian didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He also ignored Lu Wei's ugly face. He screamed and smiled: "Hey cousin can plant so many famous peony, it is really powerful."

Ling Jing’s attitude towards Lu Qian was fairly mild, and he said with a faint smile: “This is awesome. It’s just that I’m idle and I like peony, and I spent a lot of thoughts.”

She hated everyone in the Lu family, and she was less averse to Lu Qian.

After she married Lu, she and Lu Hao were very loving. Love the house and Wu, she is very fond of Lu Qian, the little uncle. Lu Qian is also very close to her.

At that time, she did not have much heart.

In her eyes, he is just a lively, lovely and self-willed child.

I don't know when it started, he gave birth to something that she should not have. Looking at her eyes more and more eager, will suddenly come to her room when Lu Hao is not there, wrapped around her and said that the West said that he would not leave.

When she noticed his mind, she was shocked and ridiculous. This kind of thing, she dare not tell others, even in front of her husband, it is inconvenient to say. Can only quietly alienate Lu Qian.

Lu Qian was weak from childhood, Ling’s love for him, as long as he wanted it, even if it was the stars in the sky, he could not wait to pick it up. This also cultivated Lu Qian’s willful temper, and he liked it.

This malformed feeling that should not be, not only because her alienation has become cold, but more and more blazing.