All Hail Cousin Brother

Yang Shuwan carefully looked at Prince Zhen Guohou, his face was like jade, he was rare and handsome, his gestures were elegant and handsome, and he also thought that he was Mr. Xianyun's favorite student, last year Qiu Wei was named Xie Yuan again, Jing There is no one in the family who can compare with the younger generation.

The scholarly family pays attention to the right family, and the Zhen Guohou's mansion is an old noble in Beijing. Because of the relationship with Mrs. Yu, the two families have been very close and even married, which makes the relationship even more unbreakable.

The in-laws of the aristocratic family are all close to each other. The family background of the Zhen Guohou Mansion is unusual, and the eldest son is so outstanding. Jia Jia is nine years old. When the daughter of a big family is not half-aged, the elders start to search secretly. Excellent juniors in Beijing...

While Yang Shuwan was thinking, she couldn't help but glance at Yu Jianjia

Yu Jianjia stood there in a daze, his eyes followed the figure who stepped into the inner door, his heart beat like a drum, and a hint of beauty appeared on his pale face.

It's not like she hasn't seen a handsome man before.

Eldest brother Yu Shanyan and cousin Zhou Zhou Linghuai are rare and handsome men, especially Zhou Linghuai, who is full of dignity and grace, but they are not as good as the casual glance just now...

The seemingly invisible eyes swept over, and Yu Jianjia suddenly met Song Shizi, and with those indifferent eyes, he realized that he was rude.

The Yu Mansion and the Zhen Guohou Mansion are separated by a layer of relatives, and because they are young, they don't need to deliberately avoid them, but Song Mingzhao is a foreigner, so even if the elders are present, he can't look directly at them like this.

Clenching the handkerchief tightly in his hand, Yu Jianjia lowered his eyes, seeing the pink embroidered plum cloak on his body, feeling a little annoyed.

Yu Youyao is fat and round, she is slender, and the cloak looks fat on her body, and the color doesn't match her clothes at all, it's really ugly, if she knew she should have declined her grandmother just now.

Song Mingzhao strode forward and respectfully greeted the two old ladies present.

Old Mrs. Yu smiled, and couldn't help but praise: "I haven't seen Mingzhao for a while, and I see that he is getting more and more demeanor of the old Zhen Guohou," and then turned to look at Mrs. Song again: "You Blessed."

She was talking about the deceased old Zhen Guohou, Mrs. Song was stunned for a while, smiled and said nothing.

On the other hand, Yang Shuwan couldn't help interjecting: "Mingzhao got to know Yuan at the age of fifteen. In my opinion, it's better than blue."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Mrs. Song picked up the teacup and lowered her head to drink tea.

Madam Yu's face also paled a little.

Hearing such compliments, Song Mingzhao was not shocked by honor or disgrace, and did not cast his eyes on Yang Shuwan. He respectfully said, "It's all Grandmother Yu's praise, I am ashamed to be my late son."

After saying a word, he raised his eyes, and inadvertently saw Mrs. Yu beside him. There was a touch of beauty in his eyes, which disappeared in a blink of an eye. His eyes paused for a moment, and then he met a pair of clear and bright eyes, like the stars in the sky. Bright eyes.

Looking at each other, Yu Youyao was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyes.

Seeing the husband in the dream with her own eyes, Yu Youyao's heart was not a little shocked.

However, thinking that the scene in the dream didn't really happen, Yu Youyao gradually calmed down, and nodded calmly to Song Mingzhao.

Suddenly, he felt that Song Mingzhao, who was astonishingly talented and brilliant, was nothing more than that. Compared with his cousin's modesty and dignity, he was much worse.

With her cousin Zhuyu in front, even though Song Mingzhao was outstanding, she felt a little downcast in her eyes.

Well, cousin is the prettiest!

At this moment, Mrs. Yu sent someone to fetch a jade tube brush and gave it to Song Mingzhao.

The Hetian white jade tube is carved with bamboo patterns, and the luster is smooth and delicate, which shows the preciousness of this jade tube. Song Mingzhao continued: "The elder gave it to me. I dare not say it. Thank you, Grandma Yu."

Yang Shuwan looked for an opportunity and still wanted to talk, Mrs. Song had put down her teacup and asked, "Why did you come to Baoning Temple?"

Song Mingzhao replied respectfully: "There are a few students who will end up in the future.

Accompany you to Baoning Temple to relax. "

The room was full of female relatives, so Song Mingzhao didn't want to stay longer, so after saying a few words, he respectfully left the meditation room.

Yu Jianjia's heart was pounding like a deer, and he endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, he raised his eyes quietly, and glanced at his back, which was as straight as a bamboo, and was a little absent-minded.

As soon as Song Mingzhao left, the lively atmosphere in the room also faded a bit. A few people talked with each other, and it was Mrs. Yu and Mrs. Song who were chatting about family affairs. Mrs. Yao is a delicate person, and occasionally Interjecting a word or two can also mobilize the atmosphere. After Yang Shuwan was unwilling to let others go, she looked for an opportunity to start a conversation with Mrs. Song. In the first two times, Mrs. Song would still answer a few words, and after that, Mrs. Song stopped talking much.

Madam Yu glanced at Yang Shuwan, but ignored her.

Yao turned her eyes and saw Yu Shuangbai sitting on the twig, twirling around, so she informed the two old ladies and led Yu Shuangbai out of the meditation room.

As soon as she left, Yang Shuwan couldn't stay any longer. She glanced at Mrs. Song, and even if she wanted to stay, she had no choice but to leave. When she asked Yu Youyao, Yu Youyao only said that she wanted to accompany her grandmother, but did not go with them.

The room was clean again.

Mrs. Song leaned on the pillow tiredly, and coughed for a while, Yu Youyao couldn't bear it: "Grandmother Song has turbid phlegm inside, and the deficiency of qi and yin makes the lungs lose their cleanliness, and the lung qi goes up. The recipe of this medicinal pear ointment is a bit different from ordinary pear ointment, Grandmother Song can ask her family to make it and eat it when she returns home, it may be helpful."

Yaoli Gaozi is the secret recipe in "Ding Shi", and it is also very rare.

Mrs. Song couldn't help nodding her head when she heard her eloquence. The doctor also said the same thing. It seems that Yu Youyao learned a lot from her aunt in the palace: "That's good."

Yu Youyao carefully explained the prescription to the maid in front of Mrs. Song, until the maid nodded and said she remembered it, and explained some things that need to be paid attention to when cooking and eating.

Mrs. Song was listening from the sidelines, and felt that Yu Youyao was young, but her words were orderly and thoughtful. She couldn't help but cast a glance at Mrs. Yu who was drinking tea calmly, feeling envious again.

Usually Yu Youyao was a little loose, but after studying with the nanny in the palace for a few days, it was as if she had been completely reborn.

Worried that her granddaughter's good intentions would be ruined, Mrs. Yu reminded her: "This medicinal pear ointment is a good product that has been passed down from the palace. Go back and find a doctor to see if you can eat it."

Mrs. Song glared at her: "You old bastard, am I the kind of person who doesn't know what to do? I will definitely accept it if I have my heart."

The two talked for a while, and Mrs. Song was in a state of depression, so she asked the maid in front of her to help her out of the Zen room. Only Mrs. Yu and Yu Youyao were left in the room.

Mrs. Yu gave Yu Youyao a bad look: "Tell me, did you cause some trouble again?"