"Ye Lan, you, you, you......, you,

The eldest lady covered her heart with her slender hands, looking like she was so angry with her unfilial son that she was about to faint.

Fenghua watched coldly, and had no sympathy and unbearable pity for Ye Lan's biological mother in his heart.

Speaking of which, the eldest lady forcibly changed Ye Lan from a girl to a boy because of her own selfish desires.

The child is nothing more than a means for her to stabilize her position in the main house.

Perhaps, the eldest lady has a sincere love for Ye Lan.

Also, there is no mother in the world who does not feel sorry for the flesh that fell from her body.

But in Fenghua's view, the eldest lady loves herself more.

The source of the tragedy in Ye Lan's previous life can be said to be the eldest wife.

In troubled times, I can't tell whether the daughter is worry-free or the man is free.

However, the eldest lady forcibly deprived Ye Lan of the right to choose, so that she could only conceal her identity and be the young marshal of Ye Mansion.

Such a mother......

Scold.

Fenghua's eyes were slightly cold.

'Ding-', and gently put down the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand.

She got up.

"Mother's tea here is good, drink more tea to nourish your mind and calm your mind."

"If you don't want to worry about the wedding, I'll leave it to Jinniang, and mother, you just wait quietly to drink your daughter-in-law's tea."

Finally, before leaving, Fenghua added a sentence.

"Lian Mei is the one who is about to marry into the door with eight sedan chairs and ten miles of red makeup, and I ask my mother to take more care of him and not be too harsh."

Where is the posture and tone of the request?

Ye Lan was simply fascinated by the ghost of the pear orchard!

The eldest lady was so angry that her chest rose and fell violently, but she could only look at the back of Fenghua who turned away.

She suddenly remembered.

Isn't Ye Lan a daughter?

She insisted on marrying a drama as a wife, and even did not hesitate to contradict her biological mother.

Don't......

The eldest lady raised her voice and said, "Ye Lan, you don't have to forget your identity-"

Tone reminders, plus warnings.

Fenghua didn't look back and said, "Don't bother." ”

Four words, from afar.

Let the eldest lady be so angry that she brushed her hand over the table and smashed the teacup!

Cracking sound.

The sound of blue and white porcelain shattering on the ground, accompanied by a voice of annoyance-

"It's really hard wings, and I don't even listen to my mother's words! Ye Lan, if it weren't for me, where would you have today's scenery ......! ”

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Today is the day when the young marshal marries his wife.

The welcoming procession circled Beiyang City.

The bride's dowry, the front one has already entered the pear orchard, and the last one has not yet been carried out of the Shuai Mansion.

It's really ten miles of red makeup.

The young marshal rode on a tall horse, and his face was as handsome as jade in a bright red wedding robe.

The little girls and new daughters-in-law who were watching on both sides of the street were heartbroken.

"The young marshal is really good-looking."

"But 'he' is going to marry today."

"What's this, a 'man' like the young marshal must have more than one woman, I heard that the young marshal has several beautiful concubines."

“……”

In the midst of the bustle, the 'bride' was taken from the pear orchard to the Shuaifu.

Worship the church and get married, and send it to the cave house.

The powerful people of the entire Beiyang City went to the wedding banquet and sent congratulatory gifts.

In the new house.

The bride shouted with a smile at the door: "The groom is here—"

Lian Mei, who was sitting on the edge of Xi's bed, couldn't help but get nervous in her heart.

…… Ye Lan is here?

In the peach blossom eyes, a pair of black military boots appeared.

Immediately, the big red hijab was provoked by an auspicious ruyi scale......