Entering the west wing, several people sat in three places, and they were distinct.

Yi Jiaoyan pulled Ding Zhaoliu to sit on the Taishi chair on the east side, Qu Yuanyuan and Mama Lin stood behind the two, Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Yongfeng, as guests, picked a position near the door and sat according to etiquette, while Qingyang Hou sat alone on the red sandalwood chair in the west, glaring at the opposite people with an angry face.

"The master's family is talking privately, what are you doing standing alone!" He took the lead in attacking Mama Lin, and pointed out the door with the shelf of the head of the family, "Don't get out yet!" ”

I don't want Mama Lin to say indifferently with an old face: "I am the nurse who is married by the young lady, not a descendant of the Qingyang Hou Mansion, and my main family is the Northwest Yi family." ”

"You!"

Qingyang Hou choked in his throat and wanted to have a seizure.

Qu Xuan reversed his usual weak and obedient appearance, and said mockingly: "Master Hou, you dare to do it, are you afraid that people won't be able to say it?" I don't think Mama Lin should not go out, but she should also call everyone in the whole house to listen. ”

"Twisted!" Qingyang Hou said angrily, "You slut, if it weren't for the friendship between me and the teacher at the beginning, I always rescued you on the way to exile of your Qu family, and saved you from fire and water when you were about to fall into the dust, you don't know where to sing and sell yourself now!" I am sincere to you, and you repay me like this? ”

Qu curled and snorted: "A piece of sincerity? Ding Shuoming, you really dare to say it. You don't know why you took me as a concubine at that time? It's not because my uncle was pardoned by His Majesty at that time and returned to the court, you just want to take my level of involvement to become my uncle's in-law confidant, so that your position as a squire in the Ministry of Works can move again! ”

Unexpectedly, her ambition many years ago was picked up by her and put in front of everyone, Qingyang Hou seemed to have been slapped in the face, his face was full of phantom pain, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression became hideous.

"Whatever I was for, my money for you is always true! You have to admit real money! ”

"Admit a fart!" For the first time in his life, Qu Xuan burst out foul language, "Is that your silver?" That's my sister's money! You spend the entire Qingyang Hou Mansion, which one of your daily chews does not rely on your sister's dowry? You just borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and don't put gold on your face. ”

"I used to be stupid, but when you really had feelings for me, so you asked me to be a little low, and I agreed to have sex with you shamelessly, but what did I get in exchange for all my forbearance?"

Her eyes were red, and she complained with tears in her eyes.

"Uncle's reform proposition failed, and the war broke out in Vietnam, and you immediately began to fall into the ground externally, pushing my cousin and niece to go to the marriage and being a victim of your struggle, and treating me even colder, not saying a good word every time, and even in order to prevent others from saying that you spoiled your concubine and killed your wife, you disregarded the etiquette and law, and secretly drugged and killed the child in my womb that had not yet taken shape!"

"Ding Shuoming! How can you bear it! He's your child too! ”

Qu Yuan's remarks are equivalent to re-opening the fatal wound in his heart and showing it bloodily in front of everyone.

The amount of information contained in her accusation is too large, regardless of the treacherous disputes in the court, just the fact that his father would attack the child in Qu Yuan's belly is enough to shock Ding Zhaoliu's scalp.

This is a human life, or a sibling who is related to him by blood.

Ding Zhaoliu looked at the face he had admired for eighteen years in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice, "Dad, is what she said true?" ”

Qingyang Hou instinctively wanted to refute, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of Qu Xuan's feet and grinning at his horse's belly, and suddenly did not dare to say anything about Qu Xuan's words.

He swallowed his saliva and shifted his focus to brainwash his son: "Zhaoliu, no matter what, you and your mother are more life-threatening existences to me, I ......"

This time, his nonsense was interrupted by Yi Jiaoyan's cold snort.

Yi Jiaoyan's beautiful eyes were full of disgust and said: "You didn't say that when you wanted to be a flat wife, you didn't say that. ”

She squinted at Qingyang Hou who was facing her with a pale face, and her voice was colder than frost: "Do you want me to help Master Hou recall your memories?" You said that you read hard in the cold window and are full of poetry and books, but unfortunately you have no opportunity to serve the country. ”

"At that time, you begged me not to be a stumbling block on your way, let me swallow my anger and make a joke in the whole of Beijing."

Jiang Fuyuan, who listened to the gossip with relish, couldn't help but sigh and blurted out: "It's a soft rice and hard to eat." ”

Zhong Yongfeng: "...... Little Phoenix, drink tea. ”

Drink more tea and talk less.

This little ancestor complained about whether they could divide the time, and it was embarrassing enough for them to listen to other people's family affairs here as outsiders.

Fortunately, the Marquis of Qingyang couldn't take care of the two of them at the moment, and only defended himself anxiously: "I am also for this family, the teacher was reused at that time, and he will inevitably enter the middle cabinet and become the mainstay of the imperial court, as long as I can be favored by the teacher, I can let him take care of our Hou Mansion, I am paving the way for Zhaoliu!" ”

"Don't use Zhaoliu as an excuse!" Yi Jiaoyan spat and said in disgust, "You don't teach him syllables when he babbles, you think he walks slowly when he is a toddler, you come to see him once when he learned to ride a horse and break his leg when he was a child, and now you can't even say what he can eat and what he can't eat, and you're embarrassed to say anything for Zhaoliu?" ”

Qingyang Hou was annoyed and angry, and slapped the table hoarsely and shouted to retort: "Is it because I don't want to?" I am a right waiter in the Ministry of Works, and I have not made an inch of progress for several years, so I can only barely stand on the last shift at the court meeting, what can I do? I wanted to give him everything, but I didn't have anything! ”

Jiang Fuyuan's crisp voice rose again: "No, you still have the face to say it." ”

Zhong Yongfeng: ......

Qingyang Hou: ......

"Who the hell are you?!"

He put up with her for a long time, and this woman opened her mouth to mock three times and twice, is it really that he Qingyang Hou eats dry rice?

Jiang Fuyuan didn't answer, took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and then swept his gaze to Qingyanghou, whose cheeks were the color of pig liver.

[Huh? 】

She frowned slightly, staring intently at his face.

has no wife and no children, and Bo Fu has a short life.

This face did not match his current situation at all.

Jiang Fuyuan tapped his fingers on the table, and after a little contemplation, he asked, "Have you changed your life?" ”

Her words seemed to poke at Qingyang Hou's pain point, making him forget what he had asked Jiang Fuyuan before, and instead stammered a little to cover up: "What, what is the change of life, I, I don't understand!" ”

His panic was too obvious, and suddenly everyone in the room frowned, puzzled.

[There is a problem.] 】

Jiang Fuyuan narrowed her eyes, recalled the four pillars and eight characters that Yi Jiaoyan wrote on the stand-in paper figure, and said after calculating: "You have a life of orphans, how can you have a daughter-in-law and children?" ”

She raised her eyes and said categorically: "You have changed your life, and it is still the life of someone related to your wife." ”

After that, she turned her head and asked Yi Jiaoyan: "Have you ever had a happy person before you got married?" ”

Yi Jiaoyan's face changed: "How do you know?" ”

"That's right." Jiang Fuyuan nodded, and gave an answer that made Yi Jiaoyan's heart like a knife, "What he seized is the life of the person you originally liked, but I am afraid that your original lover is living a miserable and lonely life at this time." ”

Unexpectedly, Yi Jiaoyan heard her say this, but slowly shook her head.

"No, Mu Xiangu, you miscalculated, he is dead."

Da Shun's first soft rice man Qingyang Hou

(End of chapter)