Chapter 19 One person per person

Under the warm winter sun.

The two of them were chatting happily, one on top and one on the bottom.

The girl sat in the carriage, with her hands on the carriage.

Her thick black hair fell on her shoulders, and she was always smiling and talking, with a graceful and elegant temperament, which almost embodied the tranquility and gentleness of an oriental woman. Her beautiful face made all the scenery outside the window pale in comparison.

She smiles sweetly, yet still retains the lively and agile nature of a girl.

The boy stood under the carriage, his shoulder leaning against the window.

He is handsome and has a gentle and doting look on his face.

"It's been too long. Minglan is still waiting for me to go back and practice calligraphy."

“Don’t forget the water chestnuts.”

Yang Wenyuan nodded, "If you like it, I'll bring you some when I come to your house to study in a few days."

Hua Lan was surprised, "You want to come to my house to study?"

"Of course, Young Master Qi can come to your house to study, so why can't I?"

Yang Wenyuan asked with some certainty: "When the time comes, you will go too, right?"

The boy's hopeful eyes made Hua Lan turn her head away and whispered softly, "Yes."

"Okay! See you in a few days!"

Hualan lifted the curtain and tried to get off the carriage.

Yang Wenyuan pretended to help, but Hua Lan pointed at him with her jade hand and he could only turn his back silently.

"What's that hanging around your waist?"

After a while, Hua Lan suddenly asked from behind. Yang Wenyuan was a little confused and reached behind him. He felt a familiar touch in his hand and thought to himself, "Oh no! I forgot that I had just hidden the thing behind me."

Now that I have my back turned, won’t I be discovered?
Hua Lan pointed at the fan in Yang Wenyuan's hand, her pretty face was filled with anger, she bit her teeth lightly, and stomped her feet in hatred.

"You have more than one fan?"

The fan in front of him was exactly the same as the one Yang Wenyuan had used before.

If Hualan had not been sure that her fan had been hidden in the box a long time ago and could not have been lost, she would have begun to suspect that her fan was missing and Yang Wenyuan had picked up another one.

The fan that he treasured was not his only one. Instead, it seemed like a standard product. Yang Wenyuan still had one in his hand. Didn't that mean there were two, three, or countless others?
Thinking of Yang Wenyuan's timid look as he hid it and didn't want her to find out, Hua Lan's eyes suddenly turned red.

Yang Wenyuan saw Hua Lan pursing her lips tightly and her eyes were misty. He knew that Hua Lan had thought something wrong and said quickly:

"Misunderstanding! I only gave you one fan. I asked someone to make another one for me when I returned to Beijing!"

Seeing that Hua Lan did not move but her attitude had softened a lot, Yang Wenyuan hurriedly continued:

"The fan I gave you last time only had half of a poem on it, so I thought of making another fan of the same kind, with the remaining half on it, one for each of us.

I wanted to tell you during the Lantern Festival to give you a surprise, so I kept it from you. If you don't believe me, I'll open the fan and show it to you."

As he spoke, Yang Wenyuan handed the fan in his hand to Hualan.

Hua Lan was stunned for a moment and blinked a few times.

Could it be that I really blamed him wrongly?
The two of them had exchanged many letters before, and Hualan had long believed that Yang Wenyuan was a man of good character and sincerity. Seeing Yang Wenyuan's confident look at this moment, she was already mostly convinced.

Suddenly I felt my face getting hot, I felt a little flustered, and my flushed cheeks were almost dripping with water.

Hualan was originally a gentle lady from a wealthy family. She was so angry just now that she acted aggressively for once, but ended up making a big mistake. She had completely lost face and was filled with remorse.

But Yang Wenyuan was still talking.

"See, I didn't lie to you."

Hua Lan was too embarrassed to look at Yang Wenyuan, fearing that she would be laughed at, so she had to cover her forehead with a handkerchief, covering her eyes at the same time, and whispered:
"I believe it, I believe it." Then he was about to lower his head and walk away from the scene.

Yang Wenyuan reached out his hand to support him.

Hua Lan was so embarrassed that she couldn't face anyone, and she didn't care about these things. She subconsciously put her bare hand on Yang Wenyuan's wrist and walked down. When she reached the ground, she realized that she had just gone out of line again, and now she was completely ashamed.

Yang Wenyuan saw Hualan's ashamed expression and comforted her:
"Don't be embarrassed. I made the decision to find someone to make this fan. I didn't tell you in advance, and then you found out. Anyone would be suspicious."

"I?"

Hua Lan said shyly: "I am not related to you."

"And I like the way you looked just now."

"like?"

Hua Lan suspected that Yang Wenyuan was trying to comfort her, so she secretly glanced at Yang Wenyuan, but all she saw was a smile on his face, so she hurriedly lowered her head.

"You reacted so strongly just now, you must be concerned about the fan, which means you are concerned about me."

Although she was still embarrassed, Hua Lan rolled her eyes at Yang Wenyuan after hearing what he said, and said stubbornly, "You are full of nonsense. Who cares about you? I was just angry because I found out that I was deceived. What does it have to do with whether I care or not?"

Yang Wenyuan shook his head and smiled without arguing.

"Whatever you say, I just think you were pretty good the way you were just now."

Hua Lan looked puzzled, "Do you like others to be mean to you?"

"You do not understand."

Yang Wenyuan gave a meaningful smile.

"Would you like to take a look at this fan? If you are curious about the words on it, I can reveal them to you in advance."

Hualan looked disgusted, "Who wants to see your calligraphy? You haven't even practiced Minglan's calligraphy, and you have the nerve to show it off."

Yang Wenyuan was not happy about this.

"I have put a lot of effort into practicing calligraphy recently. I don't believe I am worse than Minglan. Come back here. For the sake of my innocence, you have to read it today, even if you don't want to!"

Seeing Yang Wenyuan getting a little angry, Hua Lan burst into laughter, quickly picked up a handkerchief to cover the corners of her swollen mouth, then hurriedly picked up the food box and ran away, shouting, "Cui Chan, come home quickly!"

Yang Wenyuan stood there and watched Hualan and Cuichan enter the door, bolted the door, and then he looked away.

When he turned around, he saw Chang Qing standing behind him, staring at him with a twisted face, as if he had done something against the law.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at your son like that? If you have something to say, tell me now!"

Chang Qing touched his face, then looked at Yang Wenyuan's slightly dark face, and remained silent.

"..." Yang Wenyuan was speechless.

It was discovered!

It should be the maid named Cuichan who reminded him just now, otherwise Changqing would definitely not have discovered it.

Yang Wenyuan looked heavy-hearted. He patted Changqing on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"Changqing, for the sake of the Marquis' Mansion, I have to let you suffer for a while! Continue to practice harder tomorrow morning!"

At the end, he didn't forget to paint a big picture.

"When I get married, if you like someone, just tell me and I will help you propose marriage!"

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