The more Cui Wanqing thought about the word 'outsider', the more sad she felt, how serious she was about her relatives in her grandfather's family, how aggrieved she would be.

To put it mildly, the Ming'an Hou Mansion is not her maternal grandfather's family, the person who occupies the skin of the ninth sister, but people have feelings, especially like Cui Wanqing.

What is most lacking in the previous life is all kinds of emotions, and after re-experiencing it in this life, after tasting the taste of family affection, it is out of control, but she really regards the old and young of the Cao family as her own close relatives.

If she didn't really care too much, could she still refrain from getting so angry on such an occasion?

When she said hard things to her two cousins just now, Cui Wanqing was holding back a lot of anger in her heart, and she didn't want to be underestimated, and she didn't feel that she wanted to cry.

This will taste again, and all kinds of tastes will flow into her heart, but she feels sour and uncomfortable, and she sobbed and cried when she lay on the mahogany table.

But Yulan, who was waiting on the side, was anxious, and said coaxing words softly and carefully, and Yingqiao, who was sitting in the carriage outside, also heard the whimper of the master, and lifted the curtain from time to time to peek, and the two girls were worried and distressed.

Cui Wanqing cried and cried, and felt that the chest stalk was getting more and more uncomfortable on the desk, and when she reached out and touched it, she felt the letter in her arms that she didn't know the content.

Qi Xuanhui's shock was undoubtedly huge, her heart sank, her crying stopped, she immediately sat up straight, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, took out a letterhead and opened it, to see what happened to Qi Xuanhui again.

Unexpectedly, when she started reading it, until she finished reading the seven or eight pages of densely written hairpins, Cui Wanqing felt more and more uncomfortable in her heart.

It turned out that it was all written about the big and small things of Lord Han and Zhao Ziying's husband Guo Da's family, which one had a few heads, how many masters there were in each room, each master's hobbies and habits, temperament and temperament, and even who and who secretly did not deal with each other were all innocent.

The handwriting on the paper is very delicate, it is definitely not written by Qi Xuanhui himself, Qi Xuanhui's words she knows, the hook and the stroke, the vertical are all through the back of the paper, domineering.

Thinking that it should have been copied by the eunuch or the palace maid, just looking at the miscellaneous and comprehensive information on it, Cui Wanqing knew that Qi Xuanhui had spent a lot of effort to get it.

Now that she has been crying for a while, her anger can be regarded as a lot of discharge, and she pondered carefully under the clarity of her mind, estimating why she ended up worshipping under Zhao Ziying's door, I am afraid that Qi Xuanhui's shadow is indispensable.

"What kind of trick did you fall for? In the previous life, I tortured me for more than ten years, and at the end of the day, you want to see Lord Yama, but you first pinched my neck and poured me a bowl of poison and sent me to take the first step. ”

"It's good in this life, you're not ruthless, you're not poisonous, you're not crazy anymore, you're not making a fuss, you're making love with your brother, and even smiling at others, it's really a big change, and people can't help but look at each other."

"But if you want to change, you can toss as you like, what are you going to do to provoke me again? What's wrong? You bullied me all my life in my last life, won't you let me go in this life? ”

"Who am I messing with? Why just want to live a small life? God, what the hell are you singing?! The more Cui Wanqing thought about it, the more panicked she became, and she felt that her breath was out of breath, and her tears were like pearls with broken threads, and they never broke.

"All of you bully me, you all bully me, there is no good person in this world!" There will be no anger in her heart, all that will be left with resentment and grievance.

Qi Xuanhui's original kindness to please her was also crooked by Cui Wanqing's thoughts eight hundred miles away, and he couldn't help but wipe his tears sadly, while cursing the five happy drinkers in his heart one by one from beginning to end!

Yulan was bluffed enough by her like this, she wanted to see what was written on the letter, she didn't dare to peek without the consent of her master, but she couldn't coax her, so what's going on?

"Could it be that Miss Nine doesn't want to let Young Master Cousin go?" This thought flashed through Magnolia's mind, but it made her heart tremble.

Thinking about it, isn't my young lady angry because the young master of the Cao family is going to travel far away?

Yulan was originally the son of the Cui family, and she was also a reader when she was a child, so she didn't know that between her cousins and cousins, she loved stories the most?

Thinking about it like this, Yulan didn't know what to do in her heart, why was the death of her second lady and the third lady of the Ming'an Hou Mansion only one night?

Did she vaguely guess in her heart? Yulan looked at Cui Wanqing's eyes, and unconsciously felt a little more pity, she didn't persuade anymore, it was useless to persuade her, just let people cry enough, vent enough!

Yulan stretched out her hand, once, again, and then patted Cui Wanqing's back, hoping that her appeasement would make her master feel more comfortable.

For a while, in addition to Cui Wanqing's sobs, there was only the sound of horses' hooves ticking in the carriage

When Cui Changjian returned home, the Cui family's West Mansion was already brightly lit, but he didn't worry about Cui Wanqing, his sister-in-law was in the afternoon, but she left in anger.

The third son of the Cui family, after thinking about it in his heart, still took a step forward and walked to Qingyuan.

As a result, as soon as I crossed the threshold of the main house, I saw Fang's mother, Yun's mother, and several big girls in Yulan, all in the living room, but Cui Wanqing was missing.

Seeing these people looking at Cui Changjian's eyes, it was unprecedented eagerness, they all wanted to talk to him, but they all endured it again, and Fang's mother stepped forward and gave Cui Changjian a salute first.

I heard Fang's mother ask worriedly: "The third son, my ninth lady, has locked herself in the study since she came back, no one is allowed to enter, she hasn't even let a lamp be lit, and she hasn't touched her dinner, and the slave is almost going to ask someone to persuade her." ”

"Fortunately, you're here, quick, please go in and see my Miss Nine, what's going on?"

Cui Changjian was stunned when he heard this, he really didn't expect the ninth sister to be so angry, "Could it be that she has feelings for that kid Cao Xiu?" ”

He didn't speak, shook his hand gently, and stood in the center of the living room like this, closing his eyes and smoothing out the relationship between Cui Wanqing and Cao Xiu from beginning to end.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, let out a sigh of relief, and instructed with confidence: "Go, let the small kitchen prepare the meal for your ninth miss, Mother Yun, make a pot of tea, Yingqiao, hold the lamp, and wait for me to go in and solve the ninth sister." ”

"It's not a big deal, you can do whatever you have to do, don't let the little girls talk in a panic."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the room full of people moved in response, going to the small kitchen, accompanying Cui Changjian into the study, making tea, and going to lecture the little girls, a room full of wooden stakes, this will all be alive!

Although Cui Changjian's heart was steady, he walked quickly under his feet, and soon walked into the dark study where Cui Wanqing was staying.

With the candlelight in Yingqiao's hand, Cui Changjian got used to it for a while, and then saw Cui Wanqing sitting in her favorite carved wreath chair, with her red and swollen eyelids closed and motionless, looking almost the same as the wood carving.

Yingqiao looked at the desolate and pitiful appearance of her master, she didn't dare to shout, she didn't dare to touch it, she could only cry silently, and looked at Cui Changjian, as if as long as Cui Changjian opened her mouth, her own lady would be able to return to normal immediately......

"A few more candlesticks." Cui Changjian commanded.

Yingqiao was afraid that she would have nothing to do and would not be able to help, so she hurriedly lit the candlesticks in the study as she said, and saw Cui Changjian signaling her to go out.

Yingqiao pursed her mouth, full of reluctance, and didn't want to move, but was glared at by Cui Changjian angrily, so she reluctantly glanced at Cui Wanqing and retreated.

Cui Changjian stretched out his hand and pulled an official hat chair, dragged it next to Cui Wanqing, chatted about the robe and sat down, quietly, without speaking.

When Mother Yun came in with a tray to serve tea, he personally brought the tea cup, put it in front of Cui Wanqing, and persuaded softly: "Ninth sister, come, take a sip of hot tea first, slowly." ”

Cui Wanqing's whole person sat stiffly, and after she came back, she sent everyone away, sat in her favorite realm, looked at her favorite scenery, and meditated.

Basically, Cui Changjian could think of all the things she could think of, and her heart hurt even more, and the pain was so painful that she was wooden, but she seemed to be unconscious.

I just sat here and didn't want to move, I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to cry or laugh.

She knows the worries of outsiders.

Cui Changjian came in, and she knew it too.

But she also knew that her heart was empty and bottomless.

Cui Changjian looked at her discouraged and sad, where did he not know the root cause?

sighed lightly: "This is actually a good thing, going out for a walk can not only increase his knowledge, but also make him go further." ”

"You also know how persistent he is in painting, and we should all be happy for him to have a master in the painting world as his husband and teach him with his own hands, you are so sad and earnest, not what you should be."

Cui Wanqing was still silent, but her eyes blinked a few times, and she reacted.

As soon as Cui Changjian saw that there was a door, he simply told the story of a few people drinking in the afternoon as if it were a writer's common words, and slowly told it slowly.

After talking for a while, I will stop to drink tea, and when I talk about happiness, I will stop laughing a few times.

Cui Wanqing didn't react, he wasn't in a hurry, he still said his own, and he chattered for at least a quarter of an hour before Cui Wanqing slowly stretched out his hand and reached out to the tea cup on the desk.

probably hasn't moved for too long, her hands are stiff, and Cui Wanqing's posture of holding the tea cup is a little unstable.

Cui Changjian frowned, but when he thought that the tea was no longer very hot, he sat steadily after all and did not reach out to help. R1152