Old Madame Hou naturally saw his laziness and contempt.

Puzzled in her heart, she leaned forward slightly, carefully looking at the indifference on the face of the child who crawled out of her belly.

I secretly thought, who is his promiscuous and dissolute temperament?

Meng Zhipei was chilled by her dissecting and decomposed gaze, and wrinkled his eyebrows: "What are you looking at?" ”

Mrs. Hou said in a confused tone: "Didn't you like her very much before?" It's only been a few months, and it's not new? ”

There is no taboo between the mother and son on this topic, Meng Zhipei sighed a little disappointed and said: "I saw that she was good-looking, so I married back, who knows that there is beauty in the air, and it is very boring." ”

The old lady who was indulged in lewd cheeks looked sad in her heart, and reminded: "That's your wife, not a prostitute who serves Israel, and it's not a plaything that you can throw away with any use!" ”

Meng Zhipei's eyes lit up in surprise, and he said curiously: "Mother, has she changed her temperament?" How did you suddenly help her speak. ”

Is this an accusation that she used to be mean to Jiang Lingran? Mrs. Hou was depressed, panting for a moment without speaking.

Meng Zhipei raised his voice to let people serve tea.

Mrs. Lao Hou looked at his cynical appearance, endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, and reprimanded with hatred: "I said a long time ago to bring Jiang Lingran back as soon as possible, but what about you, you didn't take my words to heart at all." ”

"Do you know, if we go down in this situation, our Hou Mansion will not have to be splashed with dung and stinky into a dung pit!"

As he spoke, he grabbed his collar, revealing the mark on his neck, and said angrily: "You only know lewd pleasures, you don't want to make progress, and you can't even see the crisis of the Hou Mansion, if this ancestral family business is handed over to you, how many years do you plan to lose it?" ”

Meng Zhipei smiled angrily, waved away Mrs. Hou's hand, and fought back in a cold voice: "Today's snow is frozen now, it's not that you don't stop!" It's like tomorrow's banquet, aren't you holding it to annoy Imayuki? Before the person came back, you will use Ma Wei now, it's strange that she can come back with me! ”

There is no doubt that Jiang Lingran has always loved him and obeyed him.

Now that he has repeatedly suffered defeat at her hands, it is clear that she is angry with him for what his mother has done.

He is a son of man, and he shouldn't have beaked his mother's behavior, but he was held accountable for no reason at this time, and he couldn't bear it.

Mrs. Hou was angry: "The trouble you caused, now come to blame me!" ”

"What did I provoke?" Meng Zhipei screamed: "Mother, think about it, who asked Jinxue to go to Yixiang Pavilion in the first place? Who told the housekeeper to report to the official? Who ordered the academy officials to be imprisoned? ”

"I said I was going to kill that shitty prostitute, but you had to keep it, and I insisted on taking the person back to the house!"

"Tomorrow's banquet is also your own initiative."

"The Hou Mansion has become like this now, it's not me, it's your own fault!"

Mrs. Hou listened to this sharp accusation, looked at the pair of eyes full of sneer, and couldn't stop feeling a chill on her body.

Is this the son she raised!

"Rebel!"

A crisp and loud slap bloomed on Meng Zhipei's face.

"Say she's cheap, don't touch her!"

"You use her every night, and in the end you complain that I took her into the house."

"I'm wholeheartedly worried about the future of the Hou Mansion, you don't see it at all, is your conscience eaten by dogs!"

Meng Zhipei covered half of his numb face, trembling with anger.

I didn't want to look at her scathing and unreasonable appearance at a glance, so I left a sentence: "Unreasonable." He turned around and walked away.

The coldness on the old lady's face slowly withered, and she murmured in a wistful voice: "I did all this for the good of the Hou Mansion..." ”

Thinking about all these years of hard work, she was sad and hid her face and sobbed.

With the victory in hand, Jiang Lingran doesn't care so much about the situation in the capital.

She was studying several copies of the house deeds that Dahu had brought back from the trading house.

She wanted to move this Zhuangzi out as soon as possible and let it be used by Yan Qi.

Xiang Zhu walked in and said, "Girl, Uncle Wen has returned." ”

Uncle Wen went to Uncle Jiang's house to visit his injuries.

Jiang Lingran raised his head when he heard this, and said, "Has the third uncle's injury improved?" ”

In the past few days, she sent someone to Uncle Jiang's house every day to ask about the situation, but the third aunt only said yes every time.

She's been hanging in the air.

In the past two days, Uncle Wen's injuries have improved greatly, and he can ride a horse, so he went back to the city.

Xiang Zhu nodded with a smile and said, "The doctor you invited has been living in the third master's mansion, taking care of it every day, and now he can stay and walk." ”

Jiang Lingran's heart was slightly peaceful.

Third Uncle Jiang was injured because of her, but she hadn't been able to visit in person, so she was really ashamed.

I wonder how many days my brother will be able to get home?

Qingyu jumped in and put a plate of washed cherries in Jiang Lingran's hand: "Girl, you eat." ”

Jiang Lingran glanced at it and said in surprise: "Where did this rarity come from?" ”

Qingyu said with a smile: "Didn't Uncle Wen go to Beijing to visit the third master, so he took a trip to the Qi Gongzi Mansion and sent over a deer and a few fox skins with bright and intact fur that had just been peeled off yesterday. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the cherries on the plate: "This is a return gift from Mr. Qi." ”

Jiang Lingran glanced at the things on the plate, they were the same size as grapes, and the bright color was even more beautiful than rubies, and it was even more rare to see in this season.

Qingyu held the plate as if offering a treasure and said, "Girl, don't just look at it, taste it." ”

Jiang Lingran said: "This is a return gift to Uncle Wen, you should return it to Uncle Wen quickly." ”

Qingyu said: "Uncle Wen doesn't like to eat these, so let me send them to the girl." ”

Jiang Lingran looked at the cherry and frowned, what kind of gift did he return to the cherry? It's no wonder that Uncle Wen can eat.

"But what else is left?"

Qingyu nodded: "The bamboo basket with the size of the basin has half a basket." ”

Jiang Lingran said: "You go wash more and let those small ones eat separately, and then send one to Uncle Wen." ”

Qingyu responded with a smile, stopped when she came to the threshold, turned her head and said, "Girl, eating pots at night is all dishes you like to eat." ”

Jiang Lingran looked at the satisfied smile on Qingyu's face, and unconsciously laughed: "You are just a little gluttonous cat, and you are so happy when it comes to eating." He also instructed: "Let Aunt Pear prepare more, and eat the pot collectively tonight." ”

Qingyu raised her arms and cheered: "There is a blessing." "Trotted to the kitchen.

Xiang Zhu shook his head and smiled: "She doesn't quarrel at this time, her arm hurts." ”

It was getting dark.

Xiang Zhu took the lamp.

Jiang Lingran rubbed his sour eyes, got up and went to the porch, looking at the lanterns of a few little maids hanging under the eaves.

A little bit of dusk warmth in the cold night, the trace of hesitation in the hearts of the lining people was suddenly alleviated.

With an injury on his own, Jiang Lingran's dinner was placed outside.

The stove was blazing, the thick white soup in the pot was boiling, Jiang Lingran held chopsticks and looked at the meat vegetables on the table, and felt a little less lively.

Just as he was about to beckon Xiang Zhu and Qingyu to eat together, he heard a few crisp sounds of "knocking" on the window.

She pinched her chopsticks for a moment, followed the voice, and saw a long shadow reflected on the pane of Korean paper.

Xiang Zhu and Qingyu also heard it, looked out, and suddenly looked helpless: "Young Master Qi, you are here again." ”