Qin Ziji, who had learned his father's unfathomable stare at the baby's itchy hands, immediately exploded, his mouth was pouted, his eyes turned red instantly, and the tears came and fell to the ground: "Mother, you, how can you dislike me!" ”

Where is there a mother who dislikes her newborn son so much? Didn't any family see a person with a handle, happy to be able to eat three bowls of rice, how did they arrive at their own home, but they were disgusted and wanted to throw away.

Mrs. Qin hey, she took out one hand to rub her son's head, "Mother is just talking, you are all mother's hearts, and you are reluctant to throw it away." ”

Qin Ziji touched his tears and stared at his mother hesitantly, "Really? ”

"Fake," Qin Xiao said lightly, "After giving birth to you, your mother went to sleep comfortably, woke up and ate two bowls of rice and three bowls of soup, and didn't forget to think about the new book, and after reading one, I remembered that I had a baby, and let people bring you here, disgusted and chased away." ”

Mrs. Qin blinked her eyes and looked at her father-in-law, eh, is she like this? Like, like, something like she could do. Only, how did he know?

Qin Ziji was stunned, looked at the pair of unscrupulous parents, and said tremblingly: "What about you, Dad?" ”

"Buy a script for your mother," Qin Xiao lowered his head and poked the baby with his hand, and continued to say expressionlessly.

Qin Ziji's small mouth couldn't hold it anymore, and he looked at his mother with a stumbling face.

Mrs. Qin blinked her eyes again, she seemed to be distracted by too many things in the Hou Mansion, the original little daughter's mentality no longer existed, and she forgot a lot of things, for example, at the beginning, the two of them were also honey and oil, although Qin Xiao was not a person of many words, and he was not very gentle, but she only had him in her eyes, even if he sandwiched a piece of meat for her, she could make her so beautiful that she bubbled pink all day.

And she is still innocent, often coquettish with him and asks him to come back from the court to buy what she likes to eat, but later, the old lady often intervenes among them and shoehorns a few concubines. She was a little disheartened, and when she was bored, she treated him coldly.

Qin Xiao was naturally so angry that he turned around and left, and in this way, the couple gradually drifted apart.

When Qin Ziji was born, their relationship eased slightly, and he also broke into her house with a strong smell of blood despite the stops of his subordinates, pursed his lips tightly, and said stupidly: "You gave birth to the eldest son for the master, the master is very happy, do you need any reward?" ”

Mrs. Qin hehe, directly asked him to buy the most sought-after scriptbook in Kyoto in person, just waiting in line for an hour, and when she slept and ate, he walked in with a sweat on his head and handed over the delicately wrapped book.

She never wanted to think about the past, for fear of touching her own pain again, so thinking about it, she also did a lot of impulsive things, making the two almost strangers.

The son's gaze was too persistent, Mrs. Qin pursed her lips and lowered her head slightly, her cheeks were flushed with peach blossom pollen, and she just smiled lightly.

Qin Ziji screamed, from a little adult to a seven-year-old child, crying so much that it was sad, that was out of breath, and the baby in Mrs. Qin's arms frequently turned its head sideways and looked ignorant.

Ran Jia's heart was still in a mysterious state, she couldn't say anything, she didn't feel anything at all, she didn't say how touched she was to see her own child, and she cried with joy, just looked at the small lump in a daze, and listened to it cry twice and obediently put her hand in her mouth.

The little one's appearance was strange and somewhat familiar, and her heart was extremely calm, but she just looked sideways, and did not ask for a hug.

Ying Jian entered the room, walked up to her, looked up and down, and saw that she was only slightly tired and had nothing else, so she sat down in front of the chair with weak legs, and shouted in a hoarse voice with deep fear: "Daughter-in-law." ”

"Hmm," Ran Jia didn't want to speak, and mumbled.

"Daughter-in-law ......"

"Hmm......" She was a little helpless, there were really more and more attributes of the key, which was distressing and funny.

"Daughter-in-law ......"

"What's the matter, say," Ying Key's rare shout made the midwife next to her look up incessantly, Ran Jia couldn't stand the ambiguous and playful gaze of her mother-in-law, so she said in a breathy voice.

"It's okay, I just want to call you, tired, sleep, I'll watch you." Ying Jian held her with both hands, put it to her lips and kissed it, and said softly.

Ran Jia nodded, looking at the man's warm eyebrows and eyes, the excited spirit suddenly dissipated without a trace, her eyelids were as heavy as a jack pendant, and she fell asleep without having time to struggle.

has a milk baby, and the days are even more camelized by thousands of horses, running wildly all the way.

Ran Jia was busy like a spinning top, but Ran Yu was sent by Mrs. Qin to help from time to time, but she could hear a lot of news. Ran Yu is a little Jingtong, her little sisters are all over the elite circle, every time Mrs. Qin asks her to go out to buy a pastry, she can listen to the excitement comparable to an excerpt.

Ran Jiaman likes to listen to her, there is very little entertainment in this era, and this is especially true for women in the back house, who don't need to do needlework, don't worry about their livelihood, and only compete for men's attention with all their hearts. Ran Jia, just thundered and made two style drawings every day, and then watched the baby make up for sleep.

Ran Yu has become the regulator of her slightly boring and boring life, and many things have a follow-up, and the people who listen to it all over the yard are paying attention with their ears pricked up.

For example, in the Qinhou Mansion, in half a year, they didn't bounce less, and they participated in the various banquets without pulling in, but they belonged to the category of people who were rejected by Pinxuan. The number of each style of Pinxuan is recorded, and the person who sells it is also registered in detail, so there will be no situation where others buy it on behalf of others, which is really the state of complete rejection by Pinxuan.

Without these gorgeous, delicate and eye-catching clothes and collocations, their outfits have often become the object of ridicule in the elite circle. The third lady is fifteen years old, and she thought that she would become a young lady in the Hou Mansion, and the family affairs would be negotiated very well, but as a result, none of the sons of the family should respond, only some of the concubines sent people to say goodbye.

This is an insult to them, like they are wearing brocade clothes, but they are blocked out by the door of the powerful, and only the glass windows are exposed for them to look at the world of fragrant clothes and BMWs.

It's too cruel, isn't it?

Hehe, cruelty is just the beginning, bad luck starts, and it can't be stopped.

Some time ago, there was a thief in Kyoto, known as robbing the rich and helping the poor, those who were unkind to the rich and relied on their power to cover the sky with one hand, were looted one by one, and the Qinhou Mansion was among them, and most of the treasures and gold and silver in the small treasury disappeared overnight, even if the protection was strengthened, it was impossible to prevent it.

The old lady was distressed, and went directly to the yamen to beat the drum to report the case, how many families had been looted, and the yamen was so busy that she only made a simple registration. The old lady couldn't see it, so she had to say that they didn't do anything with their money, and they didn't care about official business, so they were directly blasted out.

The old lady was angry, went home and looked at the empty house, and went out again after a long time, this time directly to the Dengwen drum in front of the court, and the drum was beaten, and a group of people rushed out with a bang.

I don't know if it's because of the lack of manpower in the recent lawsuit, or if someone did it deliberately, the Dengwen drum who sued the emperor was heavily guarded in front of him, but he was afraid that some people who didn't open their eyes would make trouble.

But an old lady can walk up and beat the drum upside down, which makes people cry and laugh a little, but they have to follow the proper procedure.

Maybe it's a cloudy day, or maybe it's been a long time, and although it alarmed the people around it, it didn't get through the empty palace to the emperor's study. And the old lady was intercepted without knocking twice, and was invited to Dali Temple.

The old lady explained her intentions, and the Dali Temple was listening to it and directly took the startling wooden bar and knocked it, "Old lady, do you know what drum you beat before?" ”

"Of course the old body knows, isn't it the Dengwen drum who sued the emperor? The stage was sung, and the drums were heard in front of the court, beating the people's indignation and justice! ”

"Hehe, the old lady might as well go down and reminisce about the memories, after beating the drum, who is not the nail bed? Are you ready? ”

The old lady was stunned for a moment, her brows furrowed and she thought about it, as if yes, "Our Qinhou Mansion has a gold medal from the emperor to avoid death!" ”

"The rolling nail bed can't kill people, and I'm afraid that the gold medal won't be used," Sizheng sneered, losing his previous warmth, "Where does the emperor have so much time to accept grievances, and besides, the imperial court yamen and Dali Temple can accept the case, why do you bother the emperor?" But since you beat the drum, the official can't turn a blind eye, you have to follow the rules, come to someone, and nail the bed! ”

The old lady was frightened by the startled wood, looking at the guy who was nailed quite long with a cold light, and then looked at the solemn hall and the majestic official, and she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

She hurriedly waved her hand and said, "I won't tell you," and walked out.

But the two tall officials directly blocked the door, and two of them stepped forward to press her to the nail bed.

"You can't do this, I'm the old lady of the Qinhou Mansion," she screamed and struggled, but everyone didn't appreciate it.

"Old lady, the rules are like this, that is, the prince has to nail the bed when he comes, otherwise the official is bending the law for personal gain."

"My son is Qin Xiao, he often does things for the emperor, the emperor must look at his face, and he won't let me roll the nail bed!" The old lady's feet had already stepped on the steel nails, and the sharp pain made her cry, and all kinds of words came out, first threatening everyone, and then saying silver, and all the good words were useless, and finally remembered that she had a son.

Sizheng finally shouted a slow word.

As soon as the official's hand was released, the old lady fell to the ground, and the smell of urine spread. She wiped her tears and held her feet and cried, at this moment she was extremely glad to have Qin Xiao's existence, and remembered his goodness.

"Alas, since the old lady is Lord Qin's mother, the lower officials can't be accommodating at all."

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