Ning Nan was worried and felt sweet, but still pretended to be cold on his face.

Jiang Chengjia was smiling and put on a leather mask for him with a smile. Then he applied makeup to his face to cover the traces around him, then tied his hair bun and stood up tall.

In the bronze mirror, the angular and grim look was now replaced by a gentle and elegant leather bag. With the white long gown he was wearing today, Ning Zhiran was the image of a graceful and elegant young master.

The girl's dressing skills are first-class. Her disguised appearance is not abrupt. It is very natural, as if he has grown up with such a gentle appearance.

She stared at the people in the bronze mirror happily, and the more she looked at her, the more she became more and more happy she became. So she hugged Ning Nanyou's neck, kissed him on the mask with some powder, and hugged her, "Do you like this?"

Ning Nanyou stared at the face that appeared in the dark copper color, turned dark and sighed: "I am a general of the chariot and cavalry. You dressed up as a white-faced scholar like this now?"

The girl said, "Isn't a white-faced scholar good?"

Ning Nanyou said quietly: "Not good."

The girl was even hugging him intimately and said, "But I just like the white-faced scholar."

Ning Nanyou's eyes twitched, and his dark eyes looked at her and said sarcastically: "Madam, I'm afraid the white-faced scholar can't satisfy you, right?"

Jiang Chengjia was sure and blinked and said, "What does it mean?"

Ning Nanyou bent his lips slightly and continued to mock him: "The scholar has always been weak, and I am afraid he can't resist the wife's trouble."

The appearance of the woman reflected in the bronze mirror instantly wrapped around a red cloud, and then she was slightly coquettish and pretended to be angrily and said, "Nothing is said!"

Seeing this, the husband was in a good mood and smiled wildly, and was particularly happy.

Jiang Chengjia turned around, her face was hot, and she held another woman's leather mask. She worked on it for a while before she finally got it done.

She turned around, her rosy face had been covered, and her beautiful face was covered tightly by a small-sized jasper-looking appearance, not through the gaps.

The girl smiled gently and said to the young husband in front of her: "It's almost time...My husband? Let's go?"

She called out intimately affectionately.

Ning Nanyou stared at him without turning his eyes, and finally chuckled, responding: "Miss Shao Yan please first."

Qianshan was waiting under the small tall building so hard that her neck was stiff, but she no longer dared to go up and disturb the two, for fear of seeing any vivid and imaginative scenes.

At this time, a little movement finally came from above not far away. With a creaking sound, the door was opened.

Qianshan raised her head and saw a pair of golden jade men from the front porch, protecting each other and hugging each other, each spreading one arm, spinning down like a god descending, and roaming with feathers floating down with the wind, which was as brilliant as spring and as bright as autumn moon.

Qianshan was stunned.

Until the two of them stood firmly in front of her, she couldn't recover.

What a pair of beautiful women who are talented and beautiful. Although both of them are dissatisfied, their noble and elegant temperament cannot be concealed.

Qianshan held a curtain in her hand, and when she woke up, she hurriedly handed it to Ning Nanyou: "June, this is what General Lu prepared for you."

Ning Nanyou frowned and looked at Jiang Chengjia.

The girl nodded and said, "Even if you are a little more comfortable, it would be better to bring Muli to you right now."

The young man took it and looked at his head wearing it.

Qianshan sighed in her heart: When did the son-in-law listen to the girl so much? The girl is really a good husband!

The master and servant, Shiran, went to the front yard of the guest house.

Just as the couple arrived at the front hall, there was a servant wearing red clothes and black clothes outside the mansion, who looked like a servant hurriedly entered.

Qianshan went to the front hall to receive it first.

The two were discussing the later conversation, and they heard a conversation coming from outside the wooden stick screen.

A man with a slightly sharp voice came: "I have seen a girl."

Qian Shan bowed politely: "No need to be polite. You and I are both servants, why should we do this? The little adult came, but General Deng Qing's car was about to arrive in front of the mansion?"

The servant said respectfully: "That's true, I came here to inform you. The general ordered Miss Shao Yan to be the only one who has to go to both sides of the mansion to greet you, just wait for the general to come."

Qianshan smiled and said angrily: "I'll thank you for your great gift."

The servant then stepped down.

Jiang Chengjia, behind the wooden stick screen in the ear chamber, lowered her face slightly.

"Deng Qing really can be awesome. I, Shao Yan, is the best dancer in the world, and I am always a follower everywhere. It's too late for others to come forward to greet me, but he has the face to ask the servant to come over and say I don't have to go to greet me? Is this showing his power in front of me? I also have to pretend to be wise and noble... Let people in the world think that he treats a virtuous and noble person so kindly to a little dancer."

She muttered, full of disdain.

Ning Nanyou rarely saw her complaining about someone like this, and he couldn't help laughing. It seemed that Deng Qing was not favored by Jiang Chengjia, and he was afraid that he was a lie who made his wife so disliked.

In front of the bright window of the ear room, the sunlight sifted from the densely carved jade grid, scattered in a staggered manner in the house, setting off the bright and refreshing sky. The man stood with his hands behind his back, standing straight like pine and cypress. The stunning jade posture covered the curtain around his waist, unable to cover up the pure world.

Jiang Chengjia looked like a fool, and she liked her more and more, so she couldn't help but hug him and said, "I'm afraid that in the next half month, we will all have to live in the Protectorate's Mansion and we will rarely meet."

When she said this, her tone was full of reluctance.

Ning Nanyou chuckled, and the sound of a silver bell rippling like a crisp sound was really charming: "A Luo is so reluctant to leave, so I will come to look for you day and night, let's have a secret meeting?"

Jiang Chengjia twitched his thin eyebrows slightly, his eyes rolled upward, and he glared at him beautifully, "Who did you learn these inappropriate words from? I miss you before, but I didn't do this... When I first married you, you were still a shy, innocent young man, and now you are talking dirty!"

The husband smiled brightly, hugged his beautiful wife into his arms, and said unrestrainedly: "It's good for the wife to train her."

Jiang Chengjia's pink and tender fist hit his chest with neither heavy nor light, and said angrily: "Bah! Hooligan!"

It took about half a cup of tea before Deng Qing's car to arrive at the guest house slowly.

Jiang Chengjia was not polite. When he entered the main seat of the inner hall, he sat on the soft mattress of the velvet lake silk specially paved for her, and placed a pot of tea in front of the table. Ning Nanyou was behind the tent on the side of the hall, pulling a corner of the curtain, staring at the girl sitting at the guest.

She was in a variety of postures, dignified and elegant manners, and patiently waited for Deng Qing to find the inner hall of the guest house from outside.

The pavilions and water pavilions were staggered, and in front of the gate of the south mansion, a young man surrounded by dozens of slaves striding inward with a meteor.

This man looks handsome and has a long scar on his forehead. He has been spreading from his forehead bone to his cheeks, which is terrifying and intimidating. He is a tall man who is more than seven feet tall and has a long autumn-scented long dress that highlights his majestic figure that has been fighting on the battlefield all year round. At this moment, he is walking into the house with a gloomy face.

Deng Qing was very angry: I thought that little Jiangnan dancer would not let her come to greet her in front of the mansion. He was just a polite word. It would be fine if I didn’t come. In front of the mansion, there was even a close maid who dared not to come to greet her. It was really a bold act. This northern land is still his territory!

This tall man walked with the wind and soon came down to the front hall surrounded by servants and maids.

Standing in the veranda not far away, Deng Qing saw a graceful woman sitting on the guest seat of the guest house of the guest house at a glance.

The time happened to happen. The woman raised her ripples of autumn water and looked at him. She nodded gently and smiled at him. She was charming and tender and sweet.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and a trace of turbulence flashed through his heart. After a moment of calming down, he saw that the girl seemed to have not seen him. She slowly lowered her eyes and sat quietly in the hall, not even standing up to greet her as he imagined. He was even more annoyed. He was a general who was a magistrate who had been guarding the frontier for decades and had never received such treatment.

Deng Qing felt itchy, annoyed and angry, but she couldn't have angered. It was because he was too talkative. In order to show his hospitality, the servant came to the door to inform Shao Yan not to greet him. Who knew that this girl could not be so popular.

He walked into the hall with a deep pace and a pale face. He surrounded his servants and maids and stood in front of Shao Yan in a hurry, feeling unhappy.

The woman waited for Deng Qing to walk to her with a gloomy face, then slowly got up from the guest seat and saluted him, and said with a gentle and charming voice: "God of Protector General. I have been waiting for a long time."

The woman is indeed a good-looking person. Although she is not as beautiful as the rumored one, she still exudes a quiet and moving atmosphere from her bones.

Although Deng Qing was moved by her, she felt that her majesty was being violated. At this moment, her mood was even more covered with a thin layer of anger, without any mercy on her.

When he was about to have an attack, the girl opposite him said first: "The general is really a virtuous, polite, and righteous person. Although he is of high status and power, he can treat a little dancer like a scholar and a master as he treats. I am here, thank you for your kindness."

A sweet and gentle word made Deng Qing involuntarily hold his anger in his chest, unable to express it or dissipate it.

He frowned secretly, his expression was very bad, and he entered the main hall with a smelly face. He lifted his cloak up, and he still refused to let go of his general's style when he sat down.

After a while, Deng Qing put a sentence in his mouth: "Miss Shao Yan is the world's number one dancer after all. I should have treated him so politely, you don't have to take it to your heart."

He finally endured his anger unwillingly and calmed down his face slightly.

First, it was because he had a good impression of Shao Yan and did not want the other party to think that he was a petty villain, otherwise the beauty who was about to speak would fly away. Second, it was because he had something to ask for, for the autumn banquet four days later, he had to bear the discomfort in his heart and treated him kindly: "Why did you feel that Miss Shao Yan has become a little haggard?"
Chapter completed!