Cheng Jinyu is six years old this year, the same age as He Yanyue, but her temperament is very different.

He Yanyue is quiet and introverted, and Cheng Jinyu is lively and outgoing.

He Yanyue will be thoughtful in every sentence, but Cheng Jinyu is straightforward.

"Who wants to play with a wild seed born to a concubine of yours! Grandmother said, there is a loss of identity! ”

Cheng Jinyu glanced at He Yanyue with disgust, and ran to the small garden alone, leaving He Yanyue's eyes red, but she couldn't hold back her tears.

Yu Er was not angry: "Why is Young Master Cheng like this!" ”

He Yanyue took a deep breath and held back her tears: "Aunt Yu'er, don't tell the princess about this." ”

"But......" Yu'er disagreed.

The third young master is clearly being bullied!

Seeing that Yu'er didn't agree, He Yanyue was anxious: "Aunt Yu'er, Young Master Cheng is the son of the princess's good friend, if you tell the princess about this, it will only make the princess feel embarrassed." I...... I don't want to embarrass the princess. ”

Yu'er's anger froze, and her expression froze.

"Good...... All right. ”

Yes, if you talk about it, will it do anything other than embarrass the princess?

What's more, in the eyes of those in the know, what Young Master Cheng said was the truth.

The background of the third young master is indeed disgraceful.

He Yanyue adjusted her mood until Yu'er was sure that his eyes could not see any traces of crying, and then walked towards the front yard.

Leng Lanzhi didn't know what was going on in the backyard, and when she saw the two children coming back one after the other, she beckoned: "Da Lang, San Lang, come here." ”

Two people whose last names were omitted: "......"

Although the princess's name is not wrong, it sounds strange and awkward, as if they are brothers.

He Yanyue didn't say anything, but Cheng Jinyu was a little unhappy, and muttered in a low voice: "Who wants to be on an equal footing with that concubine?" He also deserves it? ”

Murong Zhen and Qiong Hua not far away both changed their expressions, and Murong Zhen's face suddenly became a little unsightly.

Leng Lanzhi didn't know why: "Ah Zhen, what's wrong with you?" ”

Murong Zhen smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly remembered that there are still some things at home." ”

Saying that, she stood up and grabbed Cheng Jinyu's wrist when he greeted him: "Princess, let's go back first, and we'll meet again another day." ”

“…… Good. ”

After Murong Zhen left, Qiong Hua thought about it and stepped forward: "Princess, just now Senior Young Master Cheng said a word when you called him and the Third Young Master......

She leaned in close to Leng Lanzhi and whispered softly.

Leng Lanzhi's face sank: "Did he really say that?" ”

Qionghua nodded: "The subordinates will not hear it wrong, Miss Murong should have heard it too." ”

Leng Lanzhi: "......"

That's why Ah Zhen's face has become so ugly?

Her eyes were full of contemplation.

Ah Zhen obviously wouldn't say such a thing.

Although Cheng Xibai may have been emotionally flawed, his character is not problematic, and it is impossible to say such things.

There's only one possibility.

Mrs. Cheng.

Liusha obviously thought of this: "Old Mrs. Cheng shouldn't think that their Cheng family's family background is very good, right?" ”

The old man of the Cheng family is just a fourth-grade civil official, and there is no comparison with the Zhennan Mansion of the first-rank military general's family.

If it weren't for Cheng Xibai's love at first sight with Murong Zhen, who stalked and almost lost his life to save her, the old man was moved by his sincerity, and the Cheng family would not have been able to climb this family business at all.

Lord He is now the head of the household department of the three products, one of the nine kings of the Zheng'er Eight Classics.

What kind of thing is the Cheng family, and dare to talk about the son-in-law of the He Mansion?

Not to mention, He Yanyue still has the support of the princess!

The flow yarn is not light.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Madam Cheng was Murong Zhen's mother-in-law, she wouldn't have said too much, she would have to scold this old pious woman!

Leng Lanzhi rubbed his fingertips and said lightly: "In a few days, when the weather warms up, you hand over a few invitations and invite the little sons and young ladies of those who have played well with Qianqian and them to go to Xiulanzhuang." ”

Liusha's eyes lit up.

The princess is going to support the third young master!

Immediately, I was a little distressed.

However, after all, Young Master Cheng is Miss Murong's son, won't the princess hurt Miss Murong by doing this?

Cheng Fu.

Murong Zhen held Cheng Jinyu's hand, and there was wind under his feet.

"Mother, let go! Let go! My hands hurt so much! ”

Murong Zhen's movements froze, and after a moment, she slowed down and continued to walk towards her residence, but she did not let go of Cheng Jinyu's hand.

Back in his courtyard, Murong Zhen let go of his hand and said coldly: "Kneel!" ”

Cheng Jinyu looked unconvinced: "What did I do wrong?" Mother, why do you want me to kneel? ”

Murong Zhenqiao's face was heavy: "Don't let me repeat it a third time, kneel!" ”

Although she tried her best to suppress it, the temperament of the bloody battlefield still overflowed, Cheng Jinyu turned pale with fright, and knelt down with a puff.

"You really don't know why I made you kneel?"

Murong Zhen asked coldly.

Cheng Jinyu was aggrieved and stubborn: "I don't know! ”

"Okay, I'll tell you ......"

Murong really wanted to speak, and an old but angry voice came from outside: "Murong Zhen, what do you want to do to my eldest grandson?!" ”

***

"Princess, this time for the Spring Festival, a total of sixteen invitations have been sent, all of which are very good young men and young ladies who usually play well with the third young master and the fifth young lady."

Except for Cheng Jinyu.

Leng Lanzhi nodded, but his mood was a little heavy.

Over the years in Pingnanhou Mansion, she has heard the Zhao family talk about the short gossip of the parents of each family.

The Zhao family has no foundation in Shengjing, and she can't hear too much gossip from the nobles in Beijing, and most of what she can talk about is what she saw and heard when she was in the village before.

It is not uncommon for men in the village to beat women, and women in the village not only have to take care of the family, work in the fields, but also have children.

Some women can't even rest when they are pregnant, and they have to take care of the food, drink, and Lazar of the whole family.

Even so, many in-laws and husbands still feel that women are not doing enough, and if they don't say anything, men will do it without saying a word.

For this reason, there are often women in the village who can't stand it and run away.

Whenever this happens, the mother-in-law will tell the child that it was your mother who was inappropriate and ran away with another man.

Your mother is not good, even if you see her in the future, don't recognize her.

So in the end, the child will really think that it is his mother who is wrong, and even if there is a chance to meet in the future, he will speak ill of him.

She never imagined that this kind of thing would happen in Shengjing.

This is a place full of civilized etiquette.

Seeing Leng Lanzhi's worries, Liusha said with relief: "Princess, you don't have to worry too much, Young Master Cheng is still young, there is no qualitative, and it is still too late to correct it." ”

"Hmm."

In spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies, but it doesn't come in just a few days, and the Xiulan Village has changed a lot.

The grass has already sprouted, and the unknown small flowers have swelled up strongly, and in a few days they will bloom into beautiful flowers.

A group of six or seven-year-old children got together, some stepped on the grass to put paper kites, some got together to mutter, and some got together to discuss new knowledge.

Only Cheng Jinyu stood not far away and watched coldly, out of place.