Even if Qian Weizhen has heinous crimes, they are all for the Qian family. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qian Jue thought about his father's pale face, and added a little worry to his heart. As the male son of the Qian family, he naturally has the unshirkable responsibility, not only to guard the door of the Qian family with his father, but also to hold up a piece of the sky for his wife and children.

In the past, because he was afraid of leaking the news, as for the news that he was going to stay in Beijing, Qian Jue didn't even tell his wife.

returned to the hospital and handed over his son to the nurse to take away. When looking out the window, Qionghua had already been covered by dark clouds, and she didn't know when it began to rain, so much so that she seemed to be full of thoughts and wanted to say goodbye.

Qian Jue never allowed girls to enter and leave the bedroom, and his wife Lu had already smoked the apricot red silk mandarin duck quilt with her own hands, and picked off the golden tent hook of the entangled gourd, so she called her husband tenderly.

Lu's eyes under the lamp are like water, like a spring scene that can't be dissolved. Qian Jue's heart was like a knife, and he stroked his body and blew out the silver lamp on the kang table.

The rain became more and more lingering, flowing down the light blue glazed tiles on the verandah, and then falling on the flowers in full swing in the courtyard, and the rustling sound seemed to be the "Ancient Acacia Song" that his wife had played in the morning on the yaoqin.

Stroking Lu's slender back, Qian Jue buried herself in her long hair scattered among the pillows, took a deep breath, and deliberately pretended to have great good news, telling her the rumor that she might want to stay in the imperial city.

The Lu family did not doubt that there was him, and he also longed for the prosperity of the imperial city of Gusu in his heart, and he was overjoyed to hear it. She turned over, propped up one side of her face with her elbow, rested on Qian Jue's shoulder like an apricot blossom, and asked coquettishly: "Mrs. Fang has been gone for a long time, but what did my father-in-law say?"

Qian Jue couldn't help but nod his head, and he couldn't see the gloomy look on his face in the dark room, only his voice was full of joy, wetting Lu's heart: "It's good or bad to stay in the imperial city, you also know that if the Beijing official is not allowed to leave without an edict, even his family members will also be restricted." I think that you haven't been back to Hangzhou for two years, so it's better to take Ning'er to see your father-in-law and mother-in-law while the documents of the ministry have not come down, so as not to be inconvenient in the future. ”

Which daughter who is married can not worry about her mother's family? Hearing that she could see her parents who thought about her day and night, the smile on Lu's face became more and more genuine. She leaned forward, and the soft strands of hair swept across Qian Jue's jaw and landed on his chest, causing his heart to throb.

Lu shook Qian Jue's arm and asked a little eagerly: "Or is it that the husband has thought about it thoroughly, and according to the arrangement of the husband, I don't know when I can leave?"

A farewell is the end of the world, Qian Jue tried his best to force back the tears in his eyes, wanting to give his wife a long-lasting hug, but he was afraid that the change in his mood would arouse his wife's suspicion. He only slowly stroked her long hair with his hand, and put his voice into a soothing and natural voice: "It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, let's leave tomorrow, go early and return early, so as not to worry about your husband." ”

Although Lu's heart is like an arrow, he also feels strange. Her daughter-in-law, who is a dignified household secretary, went back to her parents' house to save her relatives, and she didn't even have time to prepare gifts, how could she be in such a hurry?

Qian Jue knew his wife's thoughts, stroked her exposed arm, and explained softly: "Father said that the documents of the Ministry of Officials will be issued soon, and this time the emperor's grace is vast, I don't know how many people and how many pairs of eyes are watching, it is the time to be low-key." Father's meaning, I am afraid that the wife of the official family will take the opportunity to associate with you, so as to get close to the Qian family, it is not appropriate to see or not to see, so it is better to avoid it for the time being. ”

"Since it is the meaning of the father-in-law, the concubine obeys it", He Shi heard a little reason, and smiled understandingly: "My parents haven't seen Ning'er for a long time, and I don't know how to like it, so the concubine will stay with him in Hangzhou for a few more days, and wait for her husband's letter to return to the imperial city for reunion." ”

"Okay, that's a deal. "Even though his wife has been married to her for a few years, she has not changed her delicate manner, and her words are still full of words. Qian Jue's tears couldn't hold back after all, and a few drops meandered down, as cold and slippery as the night rain outside the window, sliding down his cheeks and falling on the soft silk pillow.

Lu was immersed in the double joy of staying in Beijing and meeting his parents in the future, and did not notice Qian Jue's sadness, and leaned into his arms more and more gently.

Qian Weizhen sent his second son out, but he still did not return to the main room, but locked the door, took out a piece of Fushou paste from the bottom of the box, lit it with the silver lamp on the table, and took a sip after a while.

There is a bit of sluggish breath, sweet and drunk, but not as fluttering as before. Sure enough, when people are worried, even the blessing ointment loses its original usefulness.

The storm came too violently, and for a moment Qian Weizhen lost his direction. Seeing that the second son was condensed, calmly arranging the whereabouts of his wife and children, Qian Weizhen's heart that was unwilling to admit defeat was ready to move.

The tea was already cold, and Qian Weizhen didn't want anyone to change it, but poured a large cup of herbal tea with a cockpuff of his neck to cool down his anxious mood. I pushed the window sash open again, and let the night rain and cool breeze blow in my face.

In the bleak wind and night rain, Qian Weizhen's chaotic thoughts gradually became clear. A hideous and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his whole body was full of strength, thinking that it was a big deal to fight for his old life, anyway, it was either a fish to die or the net to break.

If Emperor Chongming wants to attack himself, no matter how much silver he fills in Huitong Qianzhuang, it will be a bottomless pit. The two hundred taels of silver were thrown into the dry well in the deep mountains, and they couldn't even hear the slightest sound.

It's not that he is ruthless to Mrs. Zhen, but now he can only throw her to carry this black cauldron for himself, and Huitong Qian Zhuang will not be able to see whether he will be happy or not, and he has no scruples.

A little bit of children's affection is compared with his own honor and disgrace, and Qian Wei really did not hesitate at all.

He shouted to someone outside, and Ah Cheng responded and asked, "What do you have to say?"

The sound of bangzi came from afar, and the sky had handed over the second watch. Qian Weizhen didn't care that it was getting late and it was still raining outside, so he instructed Ah Cheng: "You go to the young lady's courtyard and ask, if Gui'er has ever slept." If she has not rested, call her to come immediately. ”

Ah Cheng looked at the continuous rain outside, and asked uncertainly: "Invite Miss at this hour?"

"Exactly, go and go back quickly", Qian Weizhen's eyes were vague under the lamp, he waved the sleeves of his robe, and ordered someone to change the tea again, and the words he said could not be changed.

Ah Cheng respectfully stepped out, took the bamboo umbrella by the wall, and trotted to the inner courtyard. Standing in front of the door of the weeping flowers, he knocked on the door, and told the mother-in-law who was guarding the door to hurry inside to spread the word.

The night rain was bleak, and his heart was not happy, Qian Gui had already changed his bedclothes, held the book and leaned on the big pillow in a daze. Listening to the words coming from outside, there was a trace of doubt in her eyes.

The girl Tsing Yi was afraid that Qian Gui would suffer from the cold, so she stepped forward to lift the tent, quickly took the jacket at the head of the bed for her, and asked carefully: "Otherwise, the slave and maid will talk back, the young lady has already rested, and I will go to the lord tomorrow to say goodbye?"