Yu Qiao has long wanted to be a traitor, and he can't be embarrassed in the prince's mansion. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But man is not as good as heaven.

was witnessed by a little maid, Lord Zhou and Mrs. Zhou, the young man of Yanjing Mansion, were hiding in the small ear room, and the untidy Qingqing was me.

I am polite to say that Qingqing, who is not in good clothes, how fragrant the scene is, so that the decanting soup in the little girl's hand is spilled on the ground with a bowl.

Although the prince's mansion issued a gag order, this matter is still very evil through some rumors to go out, since then, thousands of people every time they see the straddle horse, tiger on the back of the bear, calm and cold Lord Zhou, will smile, as for what to laugh at, it is self-evident.

That's an afterword. The little maid looked at what she shouldn't have seen, and was glared at by Lord Zhou coldly, so frightened that she turned around and lifted the curtain to hide.

"I said no, it's really a shame to be thrown into the prince's mansion!" Yu Qiaoyuan was drunk and rubbed by him with a little force, making it misty, and now he was completely frightened awake.

Hurriedly rubbed the placket of his clothes to cover the white and delicate red, glared at the man's burning eyes, slapped off the claws that wanted to stretch out again, simply jumped off the table by himself, tidied up his clothes, and raised his hand to straighten the loose hair on his temples, turned around and wanted to leave, but somehow he stumbled for a moment, Zhou Zhenwei was quick, took her hand, and wanted to laugh, but gritted his teeth and endured it, afraid that she would be ashamed.

Lifting the curtain and walking out, the little maid knelt by the door tremblingly, she knew that she had made a big mistake, and she was sad in her heart, but she just asked for mercy. saw Mrs. Zhou half-bent over, looked at her with watery eyes, and muttered: "I'm drunk!" I don't know anything......!"

"It's all my fault!" Lord Zhou bowed his head, confessed his guilt neatly, and pulled the fairy-like Mrs. Zhou away from him.

The little girl was stunned for a long time, a little distressed, and asked herself whether she wanted to go to Mama's to bow down and confess her guilt!

.......

It's late, Zhou's house.

Zhou Zhenwei came out of the bath room, saw Bixiu leaving from the door in her clothes on the porch, looked at the candles in the room and asked her in a low voice: "The lady has fallen asleep?" ”

Bixiu nodded, raised her eyes to look at him and asked, "Uncle, did you give Miss a drink?" ”

"What if you eat it?" Zhou Zhenwei retorted.

Bixiu shook her head and said: "When the young lady was in Chu Mansion, her body was delicate and weak, and everything was taboo, and the master didn't allow her to eat and drink, so she was a little burned on her forehead, I don't know if she was drunk or sick?" ”

"Don't be afraid, I'll let Dr. Sun help her take the pulse." Zhou Zhenwei waved his hand to let Bixiu leave, and there was a little regret in his heart, he thought that the osmanthus wine was sweet and he drank it, but he never thought that the lady couldn't bear it.

Changed his mind, did not go back to the room, went out of the courtyard, and went straight to the old lady's room.

When he entered the door, he hurriedly handed the basin to the little girl next to him, and greeted him with a smile and asked: "Why did the fourth master come at this time, the old lady just washed up, and then went to the couch ......!"

Zhou Zhenwei asked some old lady's diet and daily life, and Zhulan answered them one by one. As he was talking, he saw the sprinkling brocade curtain open, Hongqing leaned out half of her body, and asked with a smile: "The old lady heard someone in the courtyard talk, let me ask, who is here?" ”

Turning his head and replying to the house: "It's the fourth master who is here!" ”

Zhou Zhenwei entered the room, a ball of hot air rushed in the compartment, it had been burned on the brazier, Qinghong was using iron tongs to pick up the charcoal ash, put two pieces of green charcoal and buried it again, and then covered it with iron.

Zhulan has taken the cushion of five longevity flowers in lotus root color, and helped the old lady to lie half-lying, serving and eating a cup of fragrant tea.

After eating tea, Zhou Zhenwei stepped forward to salute, and the old lady asked him to sit on the edge of the couch and said: "In the end, the age is not forgiving, this is just winter, and the brazier must be burned when it is a little cold, otherwise it will be very cold." ”

Zhou Zhenwei looked at his grandmother's temples were white, her face was furrowed, and her eyes were already cloudy, and she was much older than in previous years.

His heart is like a mirror, his anger at Zhou Zhenhuan, his sorrow for Zhang Keer's misfortune, and his misjudgment of Ruizhu and the blood in her belly all made her devastated, regretful and depressed all day long.

Holding my grandmother's thin and cold fingers, she clutched them into her palms and covered them, and when she came, she wanted to say something, but she didn't want to say it much.

"When you come to me so late, you must have something to discuss." The old lady looked at him and saw that he was wearing a stone green robe, even if it was worn in an ordinary room, the granddaughter-in-law was also very serious about embroidering the fanxi pattern on the placket and cuffs, and he was tall, heroic and neat.

This grandson is really hard, he lacks a father and a young mother when he is young, and he was sent to the military camp by himself in the year of his studies, so small, he doesn't have to think about it, he knows that he must have suffered a lot of crimes.

Now that he finally has a virtuous and kind daughter-in-law, who knows the pain and knows the heat, and takes care of him gently and considerately, thinking about the Spring Festival last year, he just came back from the border with the wind and rain, full of cold and cold air, sniffing carefully, he can smell the bloody smell of killing on the battlefield.

In this heart, there is an indelible sadness and a surge of relief, the old lady was silent, and asked with a smile on her lips: "Come here for Yuqiao!" Have you heard about me reprimanding her? ”

Zhou Zhenwei didn't think that his grandmother was so direct, his face was dark red, but he also said calmly: "The lady plays the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the female worker knows everything, but she is not very talented in the deacon, and her grandson is distressed when she looks at the account book every day, and she is quite distressed, and she is willing to help her, and grandmother should not blame her." ”

"Your government is busy with official business, and you have to help her when you come back, can you do this for the rest of your life? Even if she is willing, tired and tired, how can she grow? The old lady smiled and said: "Let Yuqiao take charge of the affairs of the house, just because your aunt is really incompetent, and I blame me when I talk about it, my mood is like you, and she always comes forward to settle things for her. ”

After a pause, seeing Zhou Zhenwei listening intently, he continued: "What does it mean to be not very talented for the deacon in charge. This is an excuse for you to feel sorry for her. It's a job where practice makes perfect, I do a lot, I see a lot, I put a lot of thought into it, I have encountered all kinds of things, what else can't? ”

Zhou Zhenwei groaned for a while, and then said slowly: "Look at her appearance, it's very pitiful......!"

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, you harden your heart and let her, and wait for a year and a half to see her, it may not be impossible." The old lady frowned, and said in a low voice: "Yuqiao has been married to you for more than a year, and Su Rili only feels that she has a heavy mind, and she is wise about the people or things in the Zhou Mansion to protect herself, and she only watches from the sidelines and does not want to be involved." This is not necessarily bad, but we treat her as a relative, but she is not sincere, which always makes people feel cold. She is so smart, I'm afraid that this deacon in charge is not that she can't do it, but that she is just procrastinating. ”

Zhou Zhenwei suddenly had a dry throat, and he couldn't argue for a while, his grandmother's words sounded bizarre, chewing them carefully, but it made him afraid, and then thinking about the night banquet, the lady seemed to be true or false, what was she thinking about in her head, and she waved her hands to help herself a way back.

He refused to let her fly away from his hands one day, but he couldn't catch her or touch her.

Then he will definitely be worse than dead. (To be continued.) )