Lord, the female supporting characters will marry her

"Be careful, it's hot." Yan Sheng moved one of the bowls of vegetarian noodles in front of Leng Yanan and handed her the chopsticks considerately.

"Isn't it? I think you two are such a good match, but you can't please her? She is shy, so you should take the initiative."

Seeing that the old lady was getting more and more outrageous, Yan Sheng raised his eyebrows and said with a faint smile, "Okay."

Yan Sheng does have a good impression of Leng Yanan, and is quite concerned about Leng Yanan's affairs, but more so because Leng Yanan is the heroine of the book.

The original maid was equivalent to her person when rounded off. Yan Sheng always protected and cared for her own people.

Leng Yan'an, who was already embarrassed and blushing because of the old lady's words, glanced at Yan Sheng in surprise and her heart started beating fast when she heard Yan Sheng's words.

Did I hear that correctly? He actually said yes? My heart was beating so fast. What was wrong with me recently?

No, Leng Yanan, you have to wake up. He was just joking. Don't forget why you were reborn.

Leng Yanan adjusted his mentality and ate the vegetarian noodles calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Although it was just ordinary plain noodles, Leng Yanan felt that it was extremely delicious, even better than delicacies from land and sea.

After the two of them finished eating, Leng Yan'an planned to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion. He had been out for a long time and was worried that Xiaoqiu would not be able to cope with it.

Yan Sheng sent Leng Yan'an back to the Prime Minister's Plum Courtyard. The two walked in silence all the way. Xiao Qiu was relieved to see her young lady coming back.

"Have a good rest. Miss Dong'er will stay in the 'Snow Courtyard' temporarily. I will find someone to take care of her." Yan Sheng said and prepared to leave.

"Thank you, Ayan. Since I met you, I have always caused you trouble--" Leng Yan'an lowered his eyes, looking apologetic.

Yan Sheng smiled evilly, suddenly approached Leng Yanan, and lifted her chin, "It's really troublesome, but saying thank you is useless."

"Then - then consider that I owe you a favor. If you need my help in the future, I will do my best, okay?" Leng Yan'an saw Yan Sheng suddenly approaching and his mind went blank. He pretended to be calm and said.

"Okay." Leng Yan'an is from An Ge and has superb medical skills. People always get hurt sometimes, so maybe I can help in the future.

Yan Sheng used his lightness skills and his body became as fast as the wind, and he left as light as a swallow.

When did the young lady become so close to Mr. Yan? Looking at the young lady's appearance, could it be that she has fallen in love with Mr. Yan?

"Miss, are you okay?" Xiao Qiu asked worriedly when she saw Leng Yan'an standing there in a daze.

"Nothing, is there anyone coming over this morning?"

Xiao Qiu took out an exquisite wooden box and said, "Miss, the third prince sent a hundred-year-old ginseng."

Hundred-year-old ginseng is a precious medicinal material, and Yu Qianmo is willing to give it away. "You are really generous. Don't miss it. Keep it."

"Okay," Xiao Qiu said a little embarrassedly, "Miss, there is one more thing. I don't know if I should tell you."

"What's the matter? Tell me." Seeing Xiaoqiu hesitated to speak, Leng Yan'an asked curiously.

Xiao Qiu thought for a moment and said, "I think Miss trusts Master Yan very much. Has Miss ever seen Master Yan's true appearance?"

Leng Yan'an shook his head. He did trust Yan Sheng very much, but he had never seen his true face.

"Miss, you are the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, with a noble status. Your marriage is decided by the emperor, and you are destined to marry only the prince. What's more, you have never even seen the true face of Mr. Yan--" Xiao Qiu felt it necessary to remind her young lady.

It has not been easy for the young lady along the way. Although she has her own power, she cannot compete with the imperial power.

The identity of a young lady destined her to not live the life of an ordinary family. Mr. Yan was a very good person, but there was no future for him and the young lady.

"Xiao Qiu, you think too much. I don't like Yan Sheng."

Leng Yanan was shocked and thought to himself, no way? Even Xiaoqiu thinks I like Yan Sheng, could it be that I really like him——

"That's Xiaoqiu's fault for talking too much." That's good enough. Xiaoqiu doesn't want her young lady to come to any harm.

After Yan Sheng returned to the Blood Bamboo Palace, he slept until the next day. Today was the Lantern Festival held once every three years. The capital city was decorated with lights and was extremely lively.

Hearing that Ming Tea House launched new desserts today, Yan Sheng had long wanted to go over to Ming Tea House to take a look.

Yan Sheng came to the door of Ming Tea House alone. The porch of Ming Tea House was spacious and deep, and it was full of people early in the morning. It was worthy of being the number one tea house in Beijing, with such prosperous business.

The tea house has three floors in total: the lobby on the first floor, the private rooms on the second floor, and the elegant rooms on the third floor.

The lobby on the first floor is very spacious and has many ordinary people. The private rooms on the second floor are basically occupied by wealthy and powerful men and women, ministers and nobles. The private rooms on the third floor are exclusive to the owner of the building and only receive VIPs.

Yan Sheng waited in line for half an hour and finally stepped into the teahouse.

The air is filled with the fragrance of tea and the milky aroma of desserts, and the light is gentle and comfortable.

Tea paintings, tea poems, and some charcoal sketches of landscapes are hung on the walls. Each painting also has a poem in simplified Chinese characters. Eight-immortal tables are neatly arranged on the wooden floor.

Sketch? And this line, "No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, no people are seen on the thousands of paths, an old man in a straw raincoat and straw hat is fishing alone in the cold river snow"? Isn't this "Snow on the River" written by the poet Liu Zongyuan?

"The moon shines brightly before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I look up at the moon and think of my hometown." Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"?

Yan Sheng couldn't help but ask, "Waiter, who made these paintings?"

The waiter said with a smile, "These were all drawn by our owner. You look unfamiliar. Is this your first time in the Tea House? We have new products today, including fried milk and delicious French fries. Would you like to try them?"

Minming painted it? Fried milk? French fries? Minming is also a modern person——

Yan Sheng didn't wear a mask today, nor did he cover his face. He was a little conspicuous sitting in the lobby. After he came in, many girls stole glances at him. "Okay, is there any private room?"

"I'm sorry, sir, there are no more private rooms. There are still many seats in the lobby."

At this time, three women wearing brocade clothes and jade belts around their waists came over.

Yan Sheng was wearing a moon-white brocade robe with a silver pattern on the neck. His black hair was tied up with a red silk thread. His eyes were like deep lakes, bright and full of spirit, as if he was a banished immortal who had descended to earth.

One of the women, wearing a violet dress, said shyly, "If you don't mind, please go to our private room."

"Thank you for your kindness, young lady. I'll just sit over there. Waiter, give me some fried milk, French fries, and a pot of tea."

Yan Sheng pointed to a corner near the window where there were few people and refused with a smile.

The smile spread from the corners of her mouth, like a drop of water falling on a calm lake, creating ripples in the woman's heart.

The woman said softly, "Sorry to bother you, sir..." and then she hurriedly pulled the other two women back to the private room on the second floor.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter shook the towel draped over his shoulders and trotted away.

Yan Sheng sat in the corner, looking at the fried milk and French fries brought by the waiter. The golden color gave off an enticing aroma, making people salivate.

Pick up a piece of fried milk and put it in your mouth. Take a light bite and the mellow aroma of milk will spread between your lips and teeth. It is slightly sweet but not greasy.

The French fries are crispy on the outside and the potato meat inside is soft and delicate.

In my previous life, I also loved eating these so-called junk foods. French fries and hamburgers were must-have foods for me when practicing martial arts at home.

This familiar smell made Yan Sheng feel like he had returned to the modern world. He had just arrived in this world and wanted to go back to the modern world and live an ordinary life, but he couldn't go back. Both his parents were dead, and he had no one to care about in the modern world.