Northwest Prefecture, the old house of the folded family, the study in the quiet garden.

The old lady is just writing hard, and has been accompanying the beautiful maid next to her, who used to follow the side of the folding flower, and knows a few words, she understands in her heart that the old lady is copying the first term of her grandson-in-law Li Wuyi - "Man Jianghong".

"Haha, angry hair rushed to the crown railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and smile, strong and intense. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, and he ...... empty and sad, "Fold from Ruan's mouth and read Jiang Hong, and when he was reminiscing, he suddenly smiled and asked the beautiful maid beside him, "Painting rhyme, what do you think of this word?" ”

Huayun pursed her red lips and smiled slightly, the old lady always likes to take the opportunity to question her after copying "Man Jianghong" recently, and ponder some big things.

"Old lady, there is Huo Biyao who attacked the Huns in the north at night, and now there is our grandson-in-law who has repeatedly attacked the Khitan......" Huayun knows what the old lady likes to hear, so she will make fun of it, as long as she continues to win the smile of the old lady, her lifelong event in the future will be in sight.

"Haha, I really didn't expect that our family's painting rhyme would be so knowledgeable and interesting," the old lady suddenly changed her words, and she was caught off guard by the painting rhyme, "Do you have someone in your heart?" ”

"Ah, old lady, the little maid only knows how to serve your old man, where is there anyone?" The rhyme of the painting is worthy of being a confidant and beautiful woman cultivated by the old lady herself, and the reaction is jaw-dropping.

The old lady pouted and smiled, as the saying goes, the eighteenth year of the female college has changed, and the painting rhyme around him has become longer and more handsome, the buttocks are getting rounder, the crisp breasts are gradually curled, and she is a pretty girl with abnormal Peugeot status.

"Hehe, how can there be a reason why a girl is not pregnant?" The old lady threw away the wolf hair in her hand, grabbed the hand towel on the desk, and teased the painting rhyme while wiping her hands, "It's hard for you to be a little girl, I have served the old man with all my heart and soul for so many years, uh-huh, while the old man is happy today, you can say it, no matter who you like, the old man will make the decision for you." ”

"Old lady, little maid ......" is a girl after all, very tender, how can she be embarrassed to say her sweetheart in front of the old lady?

The old lady is already an old man, and he doesn't need to look at Huayun's face at all, so he knows that this little girl next to him does have a sweetheart.

"You don't want to say yes, do you? That's good, the Yongrui battalion is all fierce, and he follows the old man to practice martial arts, and he is extremely brave in battle, and he is also a brave general with a lot of brains, and he will give you to him, and the old man is very relieved. The old lady deliberately teased the rhyme, trying to force her to tell her sweetheart.

The old lady had consciously mentioned the fold to the rhyme before, but unfortunately, although he was intentional, the rhyme was obviously very unhappy, and secretly called him for three days, which made his old man's life extremely inconvenient.

"Old lady...... You are necrotic......" Huayun twisted her little waist, coquettish, and her face was full of unhappiness.

"Oh, since Zhemeng is not hit, then Zheyong, right? That baby is also the old man grew up watching small, last time, but also took the opportunity to drink too much, I want to find the old man to ask you to go...... "The old lady's childlike heart suddenly rose, and she wanted to see the joke of the rhyme, this so-called old and young, people are easy to become small when they are old.

Although the old lady has always spoiled Hua Yun, but after all, the painting rhyme is just the identity of a maid, she is a little worried that the old lady will mess with the mandarin duck score, delaying her life, so she has to lower her head, blushing, and stumbling and saying: "The bamboo lady sent a letter to the maid, she said that she was pregnant, and said that she missed the maid very much......"

"What?" The old lady's heart slammed suddenly, and she stared at a pair of old eyes desperately, staring at the pretty face that was so beautiful that she couldn't talk about it, could this dead girl fall in love with Li Zhongyi?

The old lady thought about it carefully, and gradually understood the idea of painting rhyme, although Zhi Meng and Zhi Yong are both rising stars of the old folding family, but after all, they have the reputation of a family general, and they are not serious Zhen family bloodlines.

Unlike Li Jiajun, the Fuzhou family comes from the party's department, and the basic hierarchy of the entire family is the system of the tribal generals who have been in the party for hundreds of years.

The tribal system, inherited from the Sui and Tang dynasties, is essentially private slavery. To put it nicely, Zhi Yong and Zhi Meng are both family generals, and the ugly words are: house slaves.

Based on the logic of not looking at the golden face to see the Buddha's affairs, although the status of Huayun in the old fold family is not low, it still can't change the essence, she is just a slave.

The family general married a slave or maid, and the children born to them still could not get rid of the status of slaves, and their life and death were all in the hands of the master of the family.

What's even more terrifying is that according to the rules of the Dangxiang clan, female slaves, including the daughters of female slaves, and the male masters of the family are eligible to enjoy them at will.

In recent decades, although the old lady has made a great degree of adjustment to adapt to the reality that their old family is subservient to the Great Zhou Dynasty, many ugly alien habits still have strong vitality.

When the old lady thought of this, she couldn't help but sigh secretly, Li Zhongyi only had two protégés who entered the room, but Li Jiajun was firmly in his hands, like an arm and a finger, and he would never dare to face west when he was called to the east.

However, they always have a righteous son or a family general with a name and surname, not to mention hundreds, which supports the fact that Fuzhou is the Fuzhou of the Zhe family.

Yizi or family general, these people are just nominally better-sounding, but in the final analysis, they are still domestic slaves, and it is no wonder that Huayun is not willing to marry Zhi Yong or Zhi Meng.

Huayun had been staring at the old lady's face anxiously, and she found that the old lady not only didn't speak for a long time, but her face became more and more gloomy.

She felt a chill in her heart, and hurriedly knelt down at the old lady's feet, and begged in a trembling voice: "The slave is wrong, you shouldn't think too much, everything is left to the old lady's disposal, I just ask the old lady to spare the slave and maid." ”

The old lady sighed secretly in her heart, the name of the painting rhyme is the maidservant, but in fact, she was raised as a girl to relieve boredom. After so many years of pampering, he is the top maid by his side, and under the pampering of everyone, it is inevitable that he is a little arrogant, and it is not surprising that he looks down on the general.

It's just that Zhe Congruan always has a question, did Huayun have long taken a fancy to the position of Li Zhongyi's concubine, or did he take Zhu Niang's letter before he moved?

"The old man has something to ask you, if you have the slightest concealment, you know how powerful." Zhe Congruan deliberately intimidated Huayun with a straight face, forcing her to tell the truth and not allowing her to deceive a little.

After all, when the daughter has raised the painting rhyme for so long, if you don't even want to tell him the truth, what's the use of keeping it?

If that's the case, Zhe Congruan doesn't mind at all, and casually rewards the painting rhyme to a disabled old slave and leaves him to fend for himself.

"Back to the old lady, the slave will never dare to lie to you, it is Zhu Niang who said that she is pregnant, and she also said...... It is also said that it is the meaning of the flower lady, for the long-term plan of our family, I want the slave maid to serve the lustful person in the past...... "The painting rhyme trembling is barely able to confess the meaning clearly, but the more I listen to it, the more confused I feel.

Zhe Congruan frowned, and asked Huayun: "What about Zhu Niang's letter?" Quickly fetch it for me to see. He couldn't understand it, for such a big matter, why didn't Zhe Saihua talk to him first, but let Zhu Niang write a letter to Huayun?

Like a mouse choked by a cat's throat, Huayun rushed out, panted back, and held the letter written by Zhu Niang with both hands to Fold Congruan's hand.

Zhe Congruan took the letter, read it carefully several times, and couldn't help but shake his head again and again and sigh, his good granddaughter Zhe Saihua has taken a lot of painstaking efforts for the wealth and longevity of the old Zhe family in the northwest.

"Come on, go to the old man's bedroom quickly, and get the clothes and baggage sent by the flowers." Fold Congruan put down the letter in his hand and raised his voice to order the little guy outside the door to get something.

The little maid quickly took the clothes and baggage, spread out the burden from Ruan, and carefully checked for a while, and sure enough, from the mezzanine of a mink fur, he found the handwritten letter reserved by Zhisaihua.

"Granddaughter Baibaiton, when my grandfather sees this letter, it will be the day when the rhyme is revealed,......"

There are as many as ten pages of handwritten letters from Zhesaihua, and they are all snow-white rice paper dedicated to Lao Li's family. Not to mention the content of the letter, these ten pages of white rice paper alone are worth 100 yuan.

It can be seen that Li Zhongyi's family background is so generous that it is outrageous.

After reading the letter, it suddenly dawned on Zhe Congruan that most of his suspicions about the rhyme of the painting suddenly dissipated.

Standing on the standpoint of Zhe Congruan, the most taboo thing for him is to draw rhymes and betray the master, in addition, everything else is very easy to discuss, and it is easy to discuss.

Since Zhe Saihua has made her plans clear, Zhe Congruan naturally has no reason to disapprove, but for Huayun's deliberate concealment of the truth from him, the old lady will inevitably have a different kind of mustard, no wonder Confucius once said: Only women and villains are difficult to raise!

Just when Zhe Congruan was thinking about how to make Huayun suffer a little, the old butler pushed the door and walked in, leaned into Zhe Congruan's ear, and whispered: "Old lady, Guo Xiaocheng, the eldest son of Guo Shuai of Lingzhou, has arrived at the back door of our house. ”

"Haha, that little guy is very interesting, since the last time we met, the old man has always wanted to have a few drinks with him...... Please come in here. When he heard that Li Zhongyi's general, Guo Huai's son, the commander of the Lingzhou Army, was here, and he immediately realized that something was going to happen.

After Zhe Da went out, Zhe Congruan thought carefully for a while, then turned his face and instructed Hua Yun, who was still kneeling on the ground: "You go and pack your belongings, and the old man will then order someone to send you to Kaifeng." After you arrive at Kaifeng, you must remember your duty, everything is at the mercy of the flower girl, otherwise, be careful of your skin. ”

The rhyme of the painting is like being amnestied, and it knocks several times in a row, and the original pink and white jade forehead is bruised and purple.

It is conceivable that she was really scared just now, and after escaping death, she was especially grateful for the friendship of the old lady.

Zhe Congruan didn't want to pay attention to the painting rhyme, his mind was full of Guo Xiaocheng's intention for this trip, to put it bluntly, he had been looking forward to a certain big event that would break the sky, which would completely change the fate of the entire Fuzhou Zhi family.