Chapter 137: The Death of the Peach
Qingzhu and Cuizhu are both born in the house, they grew up together, and they are somewhat related, when Qingzhu was doing things next to Yan Jiajia, she and Cuizhu often whispered in a bed.
"What does Miss Second want you to inquire? You go out in the middle of the night? Qingzhu looked at Cuizhu with a worried face, she helped the second miss do a lot of unsightly things, knowing that what the second miss Yan Jiajia wanted Cuizhu to do must be unusual.
Cuizhu told Qingzhu that Yan Jiajia wanted to marry the third lady to the Rong clan on behalf of the county lord of Changning.
Qingzhu was shocked: "The second young lady is just an adopted daughter, so she dares to stir up the marriage of the saint?" β
"Isn't that unsuccessful?" Cuizhu didn't have Qingzhu's nervousness, she said disapprerovingly: "You are not waiting in the young lady's room now, you don't know, the young lady is very capable, what is it to mess with a marriage." β
"Listen to me, don't get involved in the second miss's affairs." Qingzhu advised Cuizhu: "Do you know the consequences of failing to do something for the second lady?" β
"What can be the consequences?" Cuizhu was very unimpressed, she turned around, turned her back to Qingzhu and fell asleep.
Qingzhu originally wanted to say something, but seeing Qingzhu's reaction, he had to sigh secretly.
As soon as the morning dawned, when Qingzhu got up, Cuizhu didn't know when he got up and left, leaving Qingzhu alone looking at the half-empty bed......
Yan Dahe sat in the courtyard of the third room, his face was gloomy, and in front of him stood Yan Bohe and Yan Zhonghe, who came together, and he didn't look at these two people: "What? Just leave me alone, and you have to watch me move away? β
"Third brother, my father didn't say that he would separate you, he just told you to reflect on it." Yan Zhonghe saw that his eldest brother Yan Bohe didn't want to speak first, and said loudly: "You need to reflect on it, why do your younger brothers and sisters want to reconcile with you." β
"Don't mention that stupid woman to me." Yan Dahe got up and said angrily: "Originally, it was supposed to be my family painting the sixth princess, it's okay, there is still a chance, the eighth princess and the seventeenth princess have not yet been decidedββ"
Hearing this, Yan Bohe shook his head in disappointment, and said firmly: "You can move out today, your Sanjin house in Funan Lane is not bad, and your two newly acquired outer rooms can also be raised, and Luo'er and Jun'er will stay." β
Hearing Yan Dahe's two outer rooms, Yan Zhonghe's face was a little awkward: "Big brother, how do you know that the third brother has two outer rooms?" β
Yan Dahe sneered: "Maybe the eldest brother has it too, don't look at him looking at Qinggao!" β
Yan Bohe sank his face and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about? β
"Don't think I don't know that your so-called adopted daughter is your own daughter, right? For the sake of the mongrel born in the outer room, you can also do it by throwing the concubine to the peasant woman. Yan Dahe pointed at Yan Bohe: "I'll tell you, you don't care about my affairs, I annoyed me, I told the saint about the replacement of your daughter Li Dai Taozhuang by Mrs. Yan outside." β
"Third brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Big brother is not that kind of person. Yan Zhonghe felt that the more Yan Dahe spoke, the more unspeakable he became, so he hurriedly scolded him.
"Otherwise, when my sister-in-law gave birth, how could there be a Mrs. Yan who gave birth? Why is it that everyone is good, just wrong Yan Jiajia and Yan Zhenzhen, you didn't look at the sister-in-law and his appearance, the sister-in-law was fooled by him and raised a mongrel for more than ten years, and I didn't leave him directly, that's my sister-in-law stupid. After Yan Dahe finished speaking, looking at Yan Bohe's pale face, he suddenly felt relieved: "You can't say it, right?" You raised a roomgirl to replace your daughter, do you dare to tell your father? Don't you dare? β
He pointed to Yan Bohe and said to Yan Zhonghe: "A sanctimonious hypocrite, my sister-in-law has long stopped seeing him, so he can't see it when he deceives himself." β
Yan Bohe's anger surged, others fouled him, he didn't care, he was naturally not afraid of shadows, but Yan Dahe talked about his sore spots, I don't know when his wife who was affectionate and sweet became estranged from him, since Yan Zhenzhen was picked up, the relationship between him and his wife has not eased, but has deteriorated.
When he thought of Yan Zhenzhen, his heart was full of disgust.
"If you want to go to the book, just go to the book. The gentleman is frank, and the villain is a relative! β
Yan Bohe brushed his sleeves away.
Yan Dahe spat thick phlegm on his back: "I, hypocrite, if you are frank, why don't you dare to make it clear?" What to run? β
Yan Bohe went straight back to Tingxing Academy, wanting to find his wife to make a clear statement, watching his wife concentrate on embroidery, on the other hand, Grandma Lin stared at him like a thief, and a trace of anger floated in his heart for no reason: "The room you chose for me was chosen with your eyes closed?" I can't grind the ink, so I will pinch my feet and beat my back, which I can do with my two long-term followers. β
Mrs. Yan buried her head in embroidering a few stitches, stopped the movements in her hand and thought for a moment: "I saw Mei Xiang's appearance at the beginning, I thought you liked it, since you are not satisfied, I will be the master to accept two good concubines for you, with the identity and reputation of your father, plus your usual official reputation, it is also possible to accept a noble concubine." β
Yan Bohe grabbed the incense burner on the incense table and slammed it to the ground.
With a bang, the incense burner scattered and shattered.
Incense ash splattered.
Mrs. Yan only glanced at it lightly: "Grandma Lin, take two new ones from my dowry, so that the eldest master can play when he is happy." β
Grandma Lin was blessed and turned around to go to the small warehouse to pick up things.
Yan Bohe said angrily: "Don't go." β
"Go get it, the old man still wants to drop something." After Mrs. Yan finished speaking, she continued to embroider.
Seeing this, Uncle Yan was angry, walked in front of Mrs. Yan in a few steps, raised his hand and was about to slap Mrs. Yan, Mrs. Yan raised her eyes and looked at him lightly, her eyes were calm: "Do you fight or not?" If you don't fight, I'll continue to embroider! β
"You-" Yan Bohe's hand was raised for a long time, and he slapped it heavily on the pillar on the side: "What do you want?" β
Mrs. Yan's voice was always gentle: "Does the eldest lord want two good concubines, or a noble concubine?" After you settle down, I'll do it for you. β
Yan Bohe almost fell back angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "If this is what you think in your heart, you can do it yourself." β
"Good!" Mrs. Yan responded well, lowered her head and continued to embroider, Grandma Lin had already held two incense burners in her hands and walked back: "Madam, that's all there is to it." β
Yan Bohe picked it up and was about to fall.
ββ¦β¦ Madame, your two favorites, sir-" Grandma Lin held the hand of the incense burner, trembling slightly: "There are still words mentioned by the old man, the peach is dying, and its leaves are verdant." β
Yan Bohe's hand trembled, and the incense burner in his hand never fell: "You and I are husband and wife, but if you believe me and ask me more, maybe it won't be what it is today, but you keep everything in your heart and don't ask anything." β
Mrs. Yan smiled and looked up at Yan Bohe: "Is the eldest master hiding something from me?" β
Yan Bohe gritted his teeth and said word by word: "No!" β