An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

The relatives of the family and the owners and tenants of the farmland were entertained by Madam Zhaoyu, while the dignitaries in the government and business circles in the capital were entertained by Nie Zhongxu and Shen. Nie Ce received his mother's earnest instructions and led Sang Ling to the gate of the house very early.

As long as Marquis Mu Wu and the General of Chariots and Cavalry were there, even if Nie Zhongxu, the Chief Secretary of the Prime Minister, was still nearby, the birthday worshippers would not forget to take the initiative to come over and flatter Nie Ce.

As these two days were the days when court officials had a day off and the weather was nice and cool in autumn, guests came and went one after another. Sang Ling felt that his neck was sore from returning the gifts.

Nie Ce seemed to be okay. Although he was nonchalant in private and very good at pretending to be serious when encountering situations that he didn't want to pay attention to, when it came to occasions that required serious socializing, he could actually show his big teeth and get along with everyone, no matter who the person was, he would chat with them for a word or two.

As more and more people came to celebrate the birthday, there were several people I knew.

Of course the Sang family, the relatives, had to come. Sang Wu led Ma, Sang Mei and her youngest son Sang Xiao out of the carriage. Both sides greeted each other. Sang Ling looked at the baby in the cradle, but had no intention of going forward to amuse them.

I don't know if Sang Wu can see through the conflicts in his family. Anyway, at this point, she is really not happy with any more pretense. If she wants to smile, she can still pull the corners of her mouth, and it is not too difficult to show the smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, but she doesn't need to go up to ask about her well-being.

Nie Ce had never asked Sang Ling about these things in the Sang Mansion, nor had he heard her mention them. But based on the scene when he returned home, he guessed that the young general had a rough idea of ​​what was going on - he just glanced at her, took half a step forward, and took the initiative to take over the responsibility of communicating with the Yue family.

Sang Xiao was held in the arms of the wet nurse, and Ma brought Sang Mei over to greet them. After not seeing each other for half a year, the woman who had just given birth looked much more tired, but her younger sister had some changes as she grew up. Although the second daughter of the Sang family was also a standard beauty, she still had some childishness and baby fat on her cheeks. Now she looked thin with a clear outline, and there was still some shadow of Ma in her eyes and eyebrows.

Compared to Sang Ling, she looks less like Sang Wu.

Thanks to the fact that the greetings in front of the house did not exceed one or two sentences, the Sang family went in quickly.

The reception lasted only half an hour. The couple went back to the west wing of Jingsi Residence to rest for a while. As soon as Nie Ce sat down, he sent someone to ask, "Where does Tan Ziying live?"

Sang Ling was massaging his calves when he looked over and asked, "Who is Tan Ziying?"

"My cousin." Nie Ce replied, and called the two maids at the door to come in, and gestured to massage the legs of the Second Young Master's wife. The Second Young Master's wife subconsciously moved her legs back, and when she reacted, she put them back to their original position.

The two of them sat in the room for a while and ate something to fill their stomachs. Nie Ce leaned against a stool and stretched out one leg. A maid started to beat him. Sang Ling glanced over and was silent for a while, then asked about his old family.

People have come from thousands of miles away, they won't just stay for one day and leave. She only roughly knows who the people who are coming are, and she doesn't know much about interpersonal relationships. Who is this Tan Ziying that Nie Ce specifically asked about?

"I have had a good relationship with him since childhood." Nie Ce took a bite of a persimmon cake and said while chewing, "Before I went to the northwest, I would go back to Liaodong County with my elder brother every two years. There, I only played with Tan Ziying."

Liaodong, which was the Northeast in her era, was where Nie Ce's hometown was. She picked up a piece of persimmon, tasted it, and found it too sweet - so she put it back on the lacquered wooden plate and asked, "Why did you go there every two years before?"

Young Marquis Nie stared at the dried persimmon with teeth marks on the plate, "How can others eat this?"

"Why don't you just not take that piece?" Although he argued, Sang Ling still silently picked out the persimmon cake.

This bad habit was also developed by her in order to lose weight. If she tasted something she didn't like, she would stop eating it immediately. She would rather waste it than eat it for the sake of saving. In addition, the country implemented the separate dining system, and she was used to throwing food into her own plate.

I really didn't pay attention this time, but now that I have it in my hand, it's not right to eat it, and it's not right not to eat it.

Nie Ce already disliked her, so he couldn't put her back. There wasn't a single food plate or earthenware jar in the house to throw away garbage.

She had no choice but to hold the persimmon cake and continue listening to the person on the other side talking.

"There was still an ancestor in Liaodong in the early years. My grandfather asked us to go and kowtow to the elders every two years. There was nothing to do on the farm, and my eldest brother didn't take me with him, so I stayed with Ziying." He spoke with interest, and the weariness on his face was swept away. "When I first met him, I fought with him several times. At that time, several cousins ​​couldn't pull us apart. After that, our relationship became better and better. Since I went to the northwest and returned to Chang'an, I haven't seen him again. I heard that they also came two years ago, but I was in Tianliang at the time and missed them both."

Just as he finished speaking, someone outside came to greet him and said, "Mr. Qin is staying in the Nine Gardens of the East Palace." After a while, someone behind him came to pass on the message, saying, "The eldest lady asked the marquis and the young lady to come over."

Sang Ling got up unhappily, thinking about the Ninth Garden - that was on the old side of the Marquis' Mansion. The East Palace Garden was very large, and the row of side rooms were actually empty in front. It was really remote to arrange for guests to stay there. If he wanted to go to Jingsi Ju to sit every day, it would take at least a quarter of an hour to walk there.

The couple walked to the Chaoshou corridor, and Nie Ce stopped and glanced over. She looked back curiously, and saw the man took the persimmon cake from her hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and stammered, "Do you want to eat it or not? Are you playing with it in your hand?"

Sang Ling was stunned, then he rubbed his fingers which still had some powdered sugar on them, moved his lips, smiled, and quickly followed.