Tongfang smiled and lowered his head, his eyes looked naturally obedient, and the fist hidden in his sleeve tightened a little...

"That's right, it's right to be obedient, as long as you follow me well, I will definitely not let you suffer..."Hushan smiled with satisfaction, but his eyes were cold without the slightest temperature, and he raised his eyes and called out the door, "Come on, take your things, and follow me to Biyun Courtyard." ”

Someone immediately answered at the door, and walked in, a man and a woman, two young attendants with beautiful faces, and the two bowed.

Hushan didn't look at them, raised his feet and walked towards the door... The young man immediately followed behind Hushan smartly, while the girl deftly picked up the jade tray on the table and followed closely.

Hushan's wife is the eldest lady of the patriarch of the bear clan, and the tiger clan and the bear clan have been married for generations, echoing each other in the army, and complementing each other for thousands of years.

Back then, Hushan, it was precisely because of the successful marriage of this girl that he was fortunate to win the position of patriarch.

For Hushan, the bear clan is a force to be reckoned with and can be gained. Therefore, although he is dissatisfied with this wife from the bottom of his heart, he has always been gracious on the surface and never dares to slack off half a point.

This time, it is even more residential, and the courtyard rebuilt this year was renamed "Biyun Courtyard", just because his wife is called Xiong Biyun, and the name is embedded with the word "Biyun".

At this moment, Xiong Biyun listened to the little girl's advice in the courtyard, and couldn't help but be overjoyed! hurriedly ordered the girl next to him to go down to prepare, and he went into the inner room and came to the dresser to make up for his makeup.

You must know that Hushan has not been to her courtyard for a while.

As Hushan's influence in the DPRK and China expanded, she keenly sensed his estrangement. And seeing the beautiful young concubines who kept entering the house, she felt the crisis deeply...

Although his mother's family is also powerful, as the saying goes, the water spilled by the married daughter is not only a married daughter, no matter how prominent her mother's family is, the glory of this life can only be reflected in her husband's family.

If a married woman wants to gain a foothold in her husband's family, giving birth to an heir must be the first to bear the brunt.

But on the contrary, his belly is not angry, and he only gave birth to a girl like Hu Yao, and he never gave birth to a son-in-law.

There is no sister-in-law, it is easy to say in the past, but now, this is the Tiger Mansion in full swing, and at the same time, the eldest son is from an inferior dancing girl, so it's a bit too much to say...

After all, this bloodline is only orthodox for the big family.

Xiong Biyun also thought about raising his eldest son Huyue as his own child to make up for his lack of a son-in-law.

But when I thought of the fairy dancing girl lying in the arms of her husband and being pampered, I was so jealous that I beat and scolded the child every time...

And the child seemed to be submissive, but when he looked at her fixedly, I always made her feel faintly uneasy. So, she kicked him out of the yard when he was very young, and left him to live in another yard and fend for himself.

"Alas, if it weren't for the flesh that fell from his body, how could his heart be turned to himself?"

Xiong Biyun remembered Huyue's cold knife-like gaze, sighed, stopped his hand to make up and muttered, "If that child hadn't been so stubborn, he didn't call me Auntie, and called me "Mother" affectionately, maybe, we wouldn't be so angry..."

Xiong Biyun looked at the mirror in a daze, a little sad, but she didn't know if it was for the sake of Huyue or for herself, just thinking about it, Qiu Ping, the personal girl in her house, walked in with a smile to report the good news, "Madam, master, he has already entered the hospital!" ”

"Well, I know, then I'll go and greet him now," Xiong Biyun put down the rouge rabbit hair puff in his hand, and looked into the bronze mirror again, "Ping'er, look at my face, is the rouge too heavy?" ”

"Where's the weight? Madame, I see, this color is so beautiful, pale red and elegant... Just right! Qiu Ping smiled and stepped forward to hug Xiong Biyun and said, "In my opinion, when the master sees me, I will like it!" ”

"Dead girl, you know the poor mouth all day long!" Xiong Biyun scolded with a smile, although she knew that Qiu Ping was coaxing herself to be happy, but she still felt very useful, so she stood up happily and said, "Let's go, let's welcome the master..."