So thirsty......

Shen Qingluan opened his eyes and looked at the tea placed at the head of the bed, his throat was stuffed with sand and dried up and stinging.

"Aren't you dead yet?"

An indifferent voice sounded, and Shen Qingluan's fingers stiffened as he struggled to touch the cup, and he looked sideways at the door in disbelief.

The maid opened the door, Jun Qian stood at the door with a straight face, and scribbled a salute: "Greetings to my mother." ”

Shen Qingluan wanted to stand up, but his arm slammed into the bed board with a weakness, and he coughed heartbreakingly.

Jun Qian hurriedly covered her mouth and nose and took a few steps back, "It's just a good illness, and it's so late."

If I keep filial piety for you for a long time, wouldn't I be mistaken for my family, and even my younger brother's scientific examination will be wrong! ”

"Good end?"

Shen Qingluan's heart was in sharp pain, "I contracted the epidemic to take care of you!" ”

She is the daughter of the Shen family of Fanyang, and she married the family of the vulgar military generals of the Jun family as a stepwife, took care of the inner house, and raised her stepson and stepdaughter.

raised the superficial and vain daughter Jun Qian to have a reputation as a lady, and used the Shen family's clean face among the literati as a guarantee, and invited a famous teacher for Jun Hongbai's sister-in-law Jun Yuanyan, and finally let him be admitted to Xiucai for several years.

Finally, the Jun family has a prosperous future and a clear family style.

But right now, she is seriously ill for Jun Qian, and her husband Jun has not shown up from beginning to end.

And the pair of children she held in the palm of her hand, she actually thought that she died at a bad time?

Shen Qingluan was already at the end of the crossbow, and listening to these heartfelt words was like pulling away the last trace of her anger.

His face became more and more pale, and his eyes were deeply sunken, and he could not see his previous beauty at all, which was even more terrifying than that of the dead man.

Jun Yuan was a little scared after all, and pulled Jun Qian's sleeve, "Sister, please finish, let's go." ”

Shen Qingluan stared at him deadly.

She remembered that Jun Yuan was arrogant by his elders because he was not disciplined by his mother, and he was stubborn since he was a child.

It was she who corrected his temperament and compiled those esoteric and difficult books into easy-to-understand pamphlets, enlightening him bit by bit.

When he learned late at night, she stayed with him until late at night, which taught him to become a young and promising talent today.

Du Mianmian behind him also smiled: "Miss Qian and the young master will go first, I have served Mrs. for many years, and now I am still serving." ”

Jun Qian glanced at Shen Qingluan fiercely, smacked in her mouth, turned her head and left.

Du Mianmian covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and slowly stepped in.

Of course, she was also afraid in her heart, but she was afraid, but she couldn't compare to the excitement of getting her long-cherished wish fulfilled.

"Madame snatched the position of the uncle's wife that day, and now she is satisfied?"

She pushed the tea cup on the side of Shen Qingluan's bed outward, pushing it farther away from her.

"Uncle will never love you, and Sister Qian and Brother Yuan will not regard you as a mother, in the future, I will take care of this big family for my wife."

That hand was as white as a fine lychee, and it made Shen Qingluan's eyes hurt.

Shen Qingluan coughed violently again, and the corners of his eyes vaguely lit up.

She whispered hoarsely: "You for me?" Don't forget that you are a concubine, even if I die, there will be another woman as a wife, and this position will never be your turn. ”

The corners of Du Mianmian's eyes showed a hint of joyful pride, she had been waiting for Shen Qingluan to say this sentence for a long time.

Pretending to stroke her hair, "The old lady does not agree, but-"

Du Mianmian deliberately lengthened her tone: "Sister Qian and Brother Yuan begged for Uncle to correct me."

You know, the most important thing in his heart is my dead sister, and the second most important thing is these two children. They opened their mouths, how could the uncle object. ”

Shen Qingluan's fingers that were weakly clasped on the sheets suddenly scratched, and his heart ached.

She knew that what Du Mianmian said was right.

Jun Hongbai is a well-known infatuation seed in the capital, after his ex-wife Du Wenniang died in childbirth, he did not marry a wife for eight years, and he remembered the love of the two people.

It wasn't until Jun Qian was older and needed someone to preside over the marriage that he had to marry a stepwife.

It's just a decoration!

Du Wenniang is in the spirit of the sky, knowing that Jun Hongbai is so affectionate, and he should be blind when he dies.

But how innocent she is Shen Qingluan.

Du Mianmian seemed to think that she was not painful enough, and said with a smile:

"Actually, Mrs. is not seriously ill, but Sister Qian said that you are not satisfied with her marriage, and you may secretly make it bad, and the uncle feels sorry for Sister Qian, so he didn't let the doctor come."

She lowered her voice, "Thank you Madame for your hard work and a rich relationship with me, I will take care of the Hou Mansion for Madame." ”

These words were tantamount to a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the breath that Shen Qingluan held on his chest finally dispersed.

I see, so it is!

It turned out that she was just Jun Hongbai's old mother who married her to serve her children, and now that her children are older, they don't need her, her life is the buzzing mosquito, and she will be slapped to death.

She worked hard all her life, but it turned out that she was just making wedding dresses for others!

It turned out that her death, in this mansion, everyone was happy to see it!

Shen Qingluan vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes were dark, and his head slammed heavily on the golden silk nanmu bed, making a heavy knocking sound.

……

"Shen Qingluan, that's how you did it, and you embarrassed Qian'er in public. Fan Yang Shen's tutor is like this, even a little girl can't be tolerated! ”

A cold and disgusted voice sounded in my ears.

Shen Qingluan shook twice, her eyelids opened with great effort, and the scene in front of her was so familiar that it made her eyes ache.

The young version of Jun Qian pitifully wiped her tears and leaned in Jun Hongbai's arms, sobbing and choking:

"I just want to be close to the county lord of Anyang, the county lord is kind and likes me, my wife doesn't like to tell me in private, why embarrass me in front of everyone!"

Shen Qingluan looked sideways, and saw that Jun Hong's white face was expressionless, and the disgust in his eyes was not concealed.

Jun Qian looks seven points similar to his dead ex-wife Du Wenniang, especially the grievances of being weak and complaining, and Du Wenniang is like nine points.

As long as she puts on this appearance, she will want the stars in the sky to be taken off by Jun Hongbai.

Not to mention the black state of suing Shen Qingluan.

It's a scene she will never forget.

She was born again? Back to the year of nineteen, the third year of marrying into the big house of the Jun family of the Marquis of Zhenyuan.

Just because of this year, Jun Hongbai, under Jun Qian's harsh and unkind accusations against her, carried Du Wenniang's sister Du Mianmian into the door as a side room.

and handed over the mother's middle feed and children's upbringing to Du Mianmian, making her the laughing stock of the entire capital.

And the beginning of everything was because Jun Qian accused Shen Qingluan of cutting off her limelight in the social occasion of the girlfriend.

The Jun family decided that she was sweet and bitter, and deliberately made things difficult for her stepson and stepdaughter.

"In vain, I thought you were a virtuous person, but it turned out that your motherly face was pretended!"

Jun Hongbai's voice was bitterly cold.

Shen Qingluan came back to his senses and interrupted Jun Hongbai's indiscriminate accusation, "The county lord of Anyang likes you?" Where did you see that? ”

Jun Qian sobbed and glanced at Shen Qingluan with a weak heart.

can see her face clearly, her heart suddenly disappeared, and she became angry in an instant:

"The county lord of Anyang likes poetry, and she admires me very much as soon as I recite poetry, why did you interrupt me!"

Shen Qingluan's gaze was fixed on her face, "You chanted poetry?" Raise your head to the northwest and look at the clouds, the sword is still long, is it a poem you wrote? ”

Jun Qian was stunned for a moment, and then her voice trembled with anger, "Shen Qingluan, what do you mean!"

I respect you as my father's wife, and I am respectful to you on weekdays, what do you want to say? You want to say that I plagiarized poetry? ”

In the end, she stood, gritting her teeth with a hint of threat.

Shen Qingluan felt sad in his heart.

In her previous life, she always felt that Jun Qian was just a child, even if she always played some lame tricks to get on stage, Shen Qingluan was also very tolerant.

will even take the initiative to help her lie outside, just to protect the poor self-esteem of a girl who has lost her mother.

But the kindness she thinks she has, in Jun Qian's eyes, may just be stupidity and weakness.

She threatened Shen Qingluan, and she was simply at ease.

Shen Qingluan closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear.

With Jun Hongbai's eyes of wanting to eat people, he said calmly and indifferently:

"You originally intended to shoot the ass of the county lord of Anyang, but unfortunately it hit the horse's hooves.

Raise your head to the northwest and forget the clouds, the sword is still long is a poem describing the battle of the generals, the lord of Anyang County is tired of martial arts, and you chant this poem will only dislike her. ”

Jun Qian's cheeks suddenly turned red.

Shen Qingluan didn't say bluntly that she plagiarized, but secretly ridiculed her for not learning and not knowing, and she didn't even understand the meaning of the poems and texts, which made Jun Qian lose face even more than saying that she plagiarized.

"Also, this poem is written by Mrs. Xinwen to remember her husband, and if you read it out in public, it will not only annoy the county lord, but also make everyone laugh at your young Sichun."

Shen Qingluan's tone was light, but Jun Qian's cheeks were throbbing like a slap, almost drowning in shame.

"You, you ......"

She struggled for a long time, but finally couldn't find anything to deny, so she had to cover her face and hum, and whined into Jun Hongbai's arms.

"Woo, father...... Daughter, daughter doesn't want to live anymore......"

Jun Hongbai was so distressed that he couldn't do it again.

Raising his eyes to look at Shen Qingluan, his eyes were full of undisguised indifference:

"Shen Qingluan, Qian'er is only an eleven-year-old child now, how can you humiliate her with such ugly words.

What a young Sichun, you can even say it, and you still don't apologize to Qian'er. ”

Shen Qingluan looked at him and glanced around the inner room again.

Everyone in the room was silent, and the old lady Lu pretended to be a little sleeper, feeling Shen Qingluan's gaze, and her hand holding the Buddha beads tightened slightly.

Jun Qian's face flashed with smugness and schadenfreude.

How many times, as long as Jun Qian squeezes two tears, Jun Hongbai will press her to apologize regardless of black and white.

He didn't think about her at all, she was an elder, and she had to be a low bow in front of the junior without any mistake, what would the people in the courtyard think of her, and how the other nobles in the capital would laugh at the daughter of the Shen family.

Shen Qingluan's eyes became cold inch by inch.

When he first got married, Shen Qingluan had a desire.

Jun Hong Baisheng is tall and mighty, and his appearance is handsome.

In addition, he has guarded his deceased wife for many years, and has a reputation for affection in the capital.

She wants to give birth to and raise two children, raise them to know right and wrong, and want to dispel the sorrow in Jun Hong's white eyebrows that will never be dispersed.

So in her previous life, Jun Qian almost lost her ugliness outside, and when she was angry and blamed her for everything after returning home, she didn't argue too much and silently memorized everything.

Just now......

Shen Qingluan met his gaze directly: "Dare to ask uncle, what did I do wrong?" Or, what am I saying wrong? ”

Jun Hongbai was stunned for a moment, but opened his mouth but did not make a sound.

Shen Qingluan sneered in his heart when he saw this.

She wanted to ask this sentence in her previous life.

What did she do wrong?

She is the one who takes care of the housework, she is the one who eats and eats the night, and she is the one who can't untie her clothes when her daughter is sick.

But in exchange, they watched her die with cold eyes.

Until he died, Jun Hongbai did not show up.

Shen Qingluan's voice became colder and colder: "Eleven-year-old child? When the girl of my Shen clan was eleven years old, she was already knowledgeable and generous, and she was in charge of the family and knew everything about her relatives.

In the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, he is just a child, and if he is a little unsatisfactory, he blames his mother-in-law regardless of right and wrong, and hugs his father and cries. The uncle doesn't teach, and he has to help and connive.

Forgive me for saying something, Sister Qian'er did such an unseemly thing today, and the root cause is here. ”

These words were like a huge thunderclap, and the whole room was suddenly shaken into a dead silence.