When Aunt Chun heard this, her expression was very exciting. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And Mrs. Yan was overjoyed, "Do you really have a child?" God blesses, quickly exempt Pei'er from punishment, find a few maids to take good care of her, and be sure to keep the child. ”

seemed to think that this would make Aunt Chun unhappy, and Mrs. Yan quietly comforted Aunt Chun, "Chunhua'er, my aunt knows that your child is the most sensible when she fights children, and how to say it is also Feng'er's flesh and blood......"

"Where did my aunt say, since I have the flesh and blood of the old man, it is Pei'er's blessing, I am also happy for them, the old man's knees are thin, this is just ......" What else can Aunt Chun do, she can only follow the words of Mrs. Yan.

Aunt Chun secretly hated in her heart, if it weren't for Shen's mother and daughter, she would have rectified Pei'er, a slut, a long time ago, how could she find out that she had a chance to get pregnant?

No matter how much Aunt Chun hates it, she can't change it.

Yan Shuxue saw that Aunt Chun was ignoring Pei'er, and the vigilance in her heart deepened.

You must know that Yan Jinfeng is empty under his knees, and he has only had two daughters and one son for many years, and Aunt Chun has contributed a lot.

It's just that Mrs. Yan and Yan Jinfeng don't know.

This time, Pei'er was not only pregnant, but also had a grudge against Aunt Chun for killing her son, and got rid of Aunt Chun's unborn child, how could Aunt Chun let her go easily?

The more Yan Shuxue thought about it, the more she felt that Aunt Chun's whole mind was on harming her mother, and she planned to settle accounts with Pei'er in a few days.

Actually, speaking of which, Pei'er is quite a blessing.

When Pei'er was just pregnant, she suffered a big change, from a favored girl in the room to a murderer, and was tortured by Aunt Chun in every way, although for various reasons, Aunt Chun did not take special "care" of her anymore, and her life was not much better, she was still a rough maid with heavy affairs, washing so many clothes with cold water every day, and she couldn't eat or sleep well.

It's a shame that this kid survived!

Yan Jinfeng heard the news that Pei'er was pregnant, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Although Yan Jinfeng has only had one concubine over the years, there have been several girls who have come and gone, but there have been so few children under his knees, after Yan Shuwen was born, he saw that there had been no new children born for five years, which caused Yan Jinfeng to faintly begin to feel unconfident.

Aunt Chun looked at the joy on Yan Jinfeng's face, and her heart was cold.

Why!

Her child is only two months old, and before she could be born to see the world, she turned into a pool of blood, and now, her body has not completely recovered, and Pei'er, a slut, has written off the past with her child and regained her favor.

Aunt Chun can't swallow this breath!

However, she still forced herself to hold back the injustice in her heart.

Pei'er is a girl in the end, no matter how easy it is, getting rid of the Shen family is the most important thing.

Everything has already been prepared, there is no need to disrupt the plans for Pei'er, and those preparations are in vain.

"Madam, in a few days I want to go out of the house with you, go to Guangren Temple to live, and recite a few volumes of scriptures for my unborn child, and spend a little time, although there is no mother-son fate, how can I say that there is such a ...... in my belly" Aunt Chun said while wiping her tears.

Shen sneered in his heart, and his face was still the same as his usual attitude towards Aunt Chun, lukewarm, "Since you are willing to go, then go, but I can warn you, go and settle down, otherwise in front of outsiders, I will not save face for you." ”

Aunt Chun lowered her eyebrows and replied, "Obey Madame's order, the concubine will recite the scriptures for my hard-working child in peace, and dare not have other thoughts." The concubine also knew that going out meant that the face of the Yan family could not be capricious. ”

Shen's face was a little better, "It's good that you know." After saying that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

And Yan Jinfeng, who watched this scene, felt relieved in his heart, this kind of scene of harmony between wives and concubines has not been seen for a long time.

If only it had been like this. Yan Jinfeng sighed in his heart.

The Yan Mansion was methodically preparing for the Shen family to go to Guangren Temple to live, and for more than ten years, this has become a routine, so everywhere is preparing step by step, but I don't feel any panic.

In Aunt Chun's courtyard, Huan'er waited carefully in front of Aunt Chun.

Since she was taken in by the master, Huan'er felt that Aunt Chun had become more and more unpleasant to her. Sometimes, he would scold her for no reason.

Huan'er pursed her lips, disdainful in her heart, but with a look of sincere fear on her face, she kept swearing and swearing to show her loyalty.

Cut!

Isn't it good for her to do a bad job, but in fact, isn't she jealous that she can be favored by the master, and she just had a miscarriage?

She didn't climb into bed by herself like Pei'er, obviously the master came over a few days ago, and Aunt Chun herself proposed to let the master take her into the room, and she still looked like she was gritting her teeth after the bright road, and this open-mindedness was narrower than a hair!

Huan'er was very dissatisfied in her heart, Aunt Chun had already said that she would let the master accept her, and she would live the life of the master of the slave and maid in the future.

The result?

She has been working for Aunt Chun for so many years, and it took so long before she reluctantly let the master accept her.

Isn't it just that she is Mrs. Yan's maiden niece?

Without this identity, Aunt Chun is not just a concubine, and where is she nobler than these girls?

No, she has to take advantage of the time that Aunt Chun is away to let the master pamper her a few more times, and it is best to conceive a child!

Huan'er was in a daze, with her own little abacus in her heart, and was suddenly smashed by Aunt Chun's teacup, and she suddenly shivered in pain, and immediately came back to her senses.

"Tell you for a long time, did you hear it!" Aunt Chun was looking furious, "Just climbed into the master's bed and didn't take me seriously, hehe, you are really good, let me tell you Huan'er ......"

"Auntie, the slave doesn't dare, the slave just ......" Huan'er hurriedly explained, no matter how much she hated in her heart, Huan'er also knew that she could only endure it now.

"Okay, you have been looking at the big girl for the past few days, I always feel that something is wrong with this dead girl lately." Aunt Chun impatiently interrupted Pei'er's explanation, re-instructed, and continued, "By the way, you remember to drink the soup, don't let me secretly pour it out as soon as I leave, what is the end of playing tricks with me, you have seen a lot over the years." ”

Huan'er was stunned, and looked up at Aunt Chun in disbelief, Aunt Chun didn't allow her to have children, what hope did she have for the rest of her life?

Aunt Chun saw Huan'er's unhappy look, and raised her voice to scold: "What do you see? How dare you not do it? ”

Huan'er lowered her head and said in a low voice: "The slaves and maids don't dare, the slaves and maids all listen to their aunts." ”

Aunt Chun nodded with satisfaction, "Don't worry, I let you follow the master, and I will definitely not treat you badly in the future, as long as you are obedient." ”

Bah!

Not to be disadvantaged?

Let her stay with her master for a few years, and when she gets older, she will just pull a kid to give a few money to marry, is it not a disadvantage?

After following Aunt Chun for so many years, Huan'er felt deep despair and resentment in her heart for the first time.

She thought that if she had been loyal to Aunt Chun for so long, it would be a little different, but it turned out that there was no difference.