Nian Huajiao: The cold-faced treacherous minister spoiled her unconditionally after breaking his vow

Lu Jinan never thought that there would be someone in this world who would have such a profound influence on him...

The meeting on the rooftop that day made him realize his true feelings. He had to admit that he had been attracted to Jiang Luo from the beginning.

After repeated contacts, he could no longer control his heart.

When he was busy with official duties, he would unconsciously sit in front of his desk and stare blankly during his rest time, his mind filled with the cunningness of the little girl when facing him.

She was apprehensive as she applied medicine to him.

Her life was hanging by a thread, and when she saw herself, her eyes sparkled with light.

After she ordered me to protect her to the Duke's Mansion, she drove him away decisively.

And in the teahouse, she trusted herself...

When he travels far away, he would occasionally feel a little worried.

I was worried about whether the little girl could cope with those people in the mansion and whether she would be bullied.

Until today, all she had to do was say a few compliments and smile sweetly at him, and he would actually consciously clean up the mess for her.

Although, even if she didn't punish Hong Che, if Su Mu reported to him what happened today, he would definitely take action against Hong Che without hesitation.

On the hill, he unconsciously wanted to get closer to her, and the thought of wanting to stay with her for a while longer made him a little scared.

Lu Jinan felt that he really needed to go back to the government office and calm down.

For a man with his reputation and who lives on the edge of a knife, it is not appropriate for him to have weaknesses.

Unless he can control everything.

Obviously, not yet.

He needs to give himself some time to think carefully. There are some things that must be considered carefully before he can move forward.

Otherwise, it will harm others and yourself.

Upon hearing this, Madam Xie did not try to persuade him anymore. She just waved her hand at him and said, "Go ahead, go ahead. Auntie knows you are busy. An'er, you must protect yourself first when you are on duty. No matter how important the matter is, it is not as important as your life."

These words can only be said here. If we return to the capital, we will have to keep silent about them.

Mrs. Xie's deep love for him was second only to that of Princess Jing, and Lu Jinan certainly understood that.

His face was slightly warm, and his voice was no longer gloomy: "An'er knows, thank you aunt for your concern."

Lu Jinan glanced at Xie Qing again, and then his eyes fell on Jiang Luo's face: "Cousin, Miss Jiang, goodbye."

Originally, he didn't need to say hello to the two of them, but he seemed unable to overcome the little man in his heart.

"Cousin, you just go and do your work. Thank you for sending Sister Luo back today. When my foot injury heals, I will send you the only copy of my father's collection." Xie Qing smiled and squinted at Lu Jinan.

It seemed as if she had completely forgotten that she and Lu Jinan were cousins.

Lu Jinan twitched the corner of his mouth and said without comment: "Then I would like to thank my cousin first."

"No thanks, no thanks. Old man Xie originally treasured it for you. Every time you have to pretend to let me snatch it away and then give it to you, it's really..."

Mrs. Xie poked her forehead strangely and said, "Don't sell your father out."

Xie Qing touched her forehead and smiled, "I know, I know."

Jiang Luo looked at their intimacy and felt a little disappointed, but more happy.

Her current life was always better than her previous one. Even though she didn't have the love of her biological parents, she had the care of her mother Wu and the concern of her uncles.

Now, I have Xie Qing and Madam Xie's care. Oh, and I have another backer, Lord Lu, which is not bad.

When Jiang Luo thought of this, she suddenly felt a pair of eyes fixed on her.

When she looked up, her eyes met Lu Jinan's, and Jiang Luo felt her heart beating even faster.

Seeing that Lu Jinan was staring at her, she had to suppress her heart that was about to jump out, stood up, bowed, and forced a sweet smile: "Jiang Luo respectfully sees you off, Lord Lu."

Lu Jinan noticed her smile and nodded silently, then turned around and left with satisfaction.

Mrs. Xie was watching from the side and was a little surprised: Why did An'er look at Jiang Luo in a strange way?

She glanced at Jiang Luo who had just sat down, and seeing that Jiang Luo was normal, she felt a little confused again...

Could it be that An'er was the only one who had feelings for Jiang Luo?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Xie shuddered. If this is true, it would be great, but Jiang Luo is still engaged!

No, she had to look for Princess Jing...

Jiang Luo was scooping fish soup for Xie Qing at this time. She injured her foot, so drinking more fish soup would be good for her recovery.

The three of them drank their soup for a while, and then Mother Wan called the maid to clear the table.

Soon, the maids came out carrying things. The senior maidservant respectfully brought the freshly brewed tea.

The temperature is just right, the tea aroma is fragrant, and with the breeze and birdsong on this farm, it is really worth living here.

Since they came here to relax today, the three of them did not ask the maids to serve them closely.

Mrs. Xie was also in a very good mood, so she ordered the kitchen to prepare two more tables of food so that the maids and old women who came with her could eat together.

Not having to serve the master at meals, but being able to eat the food specially prepared by the master, this can only be achieved by respectable maids and servants in front of the master.

This is a great reward from heaven.

After Madam Xie's behavior, everyone who came with her from the mansion served her even more attentively when they returned.

The servants in the manor worked even harder to do their duty, hoping that one day they would be appreciated and favored by their master and transferred to work in the mansion.

The older women also work harder.

They can't go to the mansion, but they still have sons and daughters.

By then, if I could work as a maid or a servant in the mansion, it would be very respectable...

In this world where the concept of hierarchy is deeply rooted, the methods used by women in the inner court are no different from those in official circles.

The three of them sat on the rosewood chairs under the corridor, enjoying the breeze, drinking tea, and feeding the little fishes.

At the foot of the North Mountain, in the horse farm in the northwest corner, Hong Yan, the eldest son of the Yongxing Earl's Mansion, arrived.

The saying that good bamboo shoots come out of bad bamboo is really true in the Yongxing Marquis's mansion.

There are only four masters in the entire Yongxing Marquis' Mansion, and only this eldest son is working hard for the future of the Mansion.

This man is only nineteen years old, but now he is a sixth-rank editor in the Hanlin Academy.

As long as you work hard in the future, it will not be a false hope to reach the highest position in the country.

Hong Yan galloped all the way until he reached the stands of the horse farm, then he hurriedly pulled the reins to make the horse stop.

He dismounted from his horse with a light figure, wearing a gray-green official robe and a black leather belt around his waist, which made him look more stable.

On his thin, fair face, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he was very handsome. Looking closely, his facial features were more like those of Lady Yang, the wife of the Yongxing Earl.

Hong Yan held up his clothes with both hands and walked quickly towards the stage with some anxiety on his face.

The Hanlin Academy had been very busy recently in preparation for the Autumn Examination, which was to take place a few months later. Everyone was busy until the hour of Si, when Zeng Xueshi finally let everyone go.

Before he even left the palace, he saw the servant from the Bo Mansion waiting there, anxiously running around like an ant on a hot pot...