It was also raining in Yingtianfu for a while, and not long after Feng Zhiyu returned home, Huang Ruixiang was bored arguing with her.

It wasn't that he was seduced by the wine girl, telling her not to listen to her brother's nonsense.

Feng Zhiyu felt funny, and her beautiful face showed a little disdain, stabbing Huang Ruixiang's already not very tenacious self-esteem.

"Why do you think of me like this? Look down on me? Feng Zhiyu, don't think that you can preach to me when you are two years older than me, you are just a concubine of Jiangning Weaving Mansion, what is the dissatisfaction with marrying me? It's nothing more than this in terms of appearance, and it's even worse than Qin Huai's powder-headed prostitute in terms of taste, but he has the face to look at me in every way that is not pleasing to the eye, and you are also worthy? ”

Feng Zhiyu saw that her husband was so angry that his forehead straightened up, but instead sat on the collapse and smiled, "In your eyes, women only have appearance and taste, and your father and mother taught you like this, you were born like a dog in vain, and you don't know what to pretend to be in your head." ”

Huang Ruixiang's still heroic face turned red in an instant, "Feng Zhiyu, I think you are looking for a fight!" You don't have rules in me? He stretched out his hand and beckoned to the maid beside him, "Ye is going to give her a family law tonight!" ”

Feng Zhiyu glared at him angrily, "You dare? ”

"See if I dare!"

At this time, Huang Ruixiang didn't even want family law, and he was going to scuffle with her when he stepped forward to bully, but fortunately, the next person ran early to tell the old lady about it, and the two of them came at this time and pushed the door in time to stop it.

If you want to say who Huang Ruixiang is afraid of, only his father, Master Huang. This old man Huang and the old man of the Feng family were colleagues in the household department in his early years, and later one moved to Jiangning, and the other served as the secretary of Honglu Temple, and he did not get rid of it, but also married Qin and Jin.

How did Master Huang not know his son's character, he didn't learn anything since he was a child, but now he has developed a hooligan like a ruffian, he entered the door and saw Huang Ruixiang riding on Feng Zhiyu scuffling, and immediately called for someone to separate them, and scolded angrily: "My Huang family has always known books and etiquette, why did you come out of such a bastard!" ”

At this time, Feng Zhiyu and Huang Ruixiang had been separated, Feng Zhiyu was invincible in the end, and a red mark was left on the side of his face, but Huang Ruixiang didn't please him, and he was scratched with blood marks behind his ears.

"Daddy!" Where is Huang Ruixiang willing to give in, "It's Feng Zhiyu who doesn't obey discipline, why is it my fault!" Mother, Dad, he is talking to outsiders again! ”

Mrs. Huang's surname is Zheng, this Mrs. Zheng has two sons and a daughter, and she loves Huang Ruixiang the most, so she immediately turned her face with Master Huang, "Which one is your own?" Persuade to fight, why do you still scold Xiang'er? Xiang'er is the most well-behaved one when he is young, I don't believe that the fault is in him, and Zhiyu is not wrong at all? ”

Feng Zhiyu sat on the couch with an expressionless face, and the Huang family's wife was even more angry when she saw this, "Since carrying you through the door, this family has never stopped, how much fault is Xiang'er for making trouble like this?" ”

"Shut up, you can't say a few words!"

Master Huang was upset by this situation, "The reason why Xiang'er is where she is today is because of your doting mother." I asked him to go to the Guozijian to study, and he made jokes and embarrassed me in front of the teaching all day long, told him to marry and settle down, and lingered in the land of fireworks all day long, despising his wife. There is a son like you, it really makes me heartbroken! ”

Huang Ruixiang was trained to shut down, but Mrs. Zheng didn't comply, her eyebrows twisted slightly, "Master, you are strict with Xiang'er in everything, a slap can't make a sound, I don't believe that Xiang'er can make such a lot of noise with just one mouth." ”

The Feng family married a concubine who had succeeded the main house, and she had already made her feel uncomfortable with a pimple in her heart.

Mrs. Zheng was born in a beautiful girl, and she can develop such a temper, which shows that she is also a jewel held in the palm of her mother's house. She gave birth to Huang Ruixiang in childbirth and almost lost her life, so she was particularly fond of this son who took half a life in exchange, and she was spoiled without boundaries, and there were three children under her knees, Chunshu, Ruixiang, and Shaohui, only Huang Ruixiang's name was given by her grandfather.

Only Huang Ruixiang is the most unlike the child of the Huang family.

Master Huang glanced at Mrs. Zheng obliquely, tired of answering, and simply brushed his sleeves away, letting Huang Ruixiang follow him out, leaving his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to look at each other in the house.

Feng Zhiyu doesn't like any of the people in this family, and he has some sympathy for this mother-in-law.

Mrs. Zheng is not satisfied with her, she is a concubine, and she is old, and she refuses to obey discipline from the bottom of her heart, Mrs. Zheng claims to be the only authority in the inner house, if this power is to be shaken, then her decades of youth will not be wasted in this high wall?

Therefore, Feng Zhiyu is not disgusted with her, and only hopes that he will not be so hateful in a few years.

Mrs. Zheng circled around the tea table in the room, and copied an open book of poems, and what caught her eye was a sentence, the breadth of the Han Dynasty is incomprehensible; Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible. 1

"If you really love reading so much, give birth to a little grandson to my Huang family earlier, and take him to read and write, so that it is better to have nothing to do and quarrel with your husband all day long."

Feng Zhiyu hung his head and saluted, as if he had listened to it, and it seemed that he hadn't heard a word.

Mrs. Zheng didn't care, she was content to drop the book of poetry, and walked out with a group of servants.

That book of poetry can be regarded as Feng Zhiyu's marriage, which was borrowed by Feng Juncheng when he was studying in the early years, and he never returned it after borrowing it. He wants books, there are always newer and better ones, and she wants books, so she picks up what he has read and reads.

Fortunately, he reads books carefully, and there must be annotations after reading them, and she also likes to read the annotations he writes.

The little maid took a hot towel to Feng Zhiyu and applied a bruise on his waist, Feng Zhiyu lay on the collapse, silent, and turned his face to the window.

Outside the window, the autumn yellow, the dry leaves fall to the ground and make a soft sound, and the scorched yellow curly leaves are like poems that are often turned up and slightly bent.

"There are arbors in the south, and there is no rest; Han has a wandering girl, unthinkable. The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible; Eno Naga......"2

Feng Juncheng thought of this, took a nap, and looked at the sky with his cheeks, but it was already starting to darken. No matter how long it has been since this "Three Hundred Poems", if you take it out and flip it over, there will always be one that fits his mood.

Recalling the scene of yesterday's wine shop, I was a little intoxicated, and people couldn't help but sigh lightly.

knew that it was all wishful thinking, so I took advantage of my sobriety and made a decision.

Feng Juncheng called Wang Ban and asked him to go out to make a pot of wine, he ate alone, slept a little, and then forgot about the wine shop, even with those despicable thoughts.

Wang Ban didn't know what his master was thinking, but he thought that he was letting himself match, so he left the house with a reason, wanting to help the master knock on the side and test the meaning of the woman who was drinking.

When I came to the Zhao family wine shop, I saw that the door was closed, which was very abnormal.

Wang Ban knocked on the door, but there was no movement in the door, he knocked again, and said in a low voice that he was Wang Ban of the Feng Mansion.

There was finally an answer from the door, Qing'e was originally asleep groggily, heard someone calling the door outside, and was uncomfortable tossing and turning on the bed, and when she heard clearly that the person who came was Wang Ban, her eyes suddenly opened, and she quickly dragged herself up and wrapped her jacket in a small jacket, and sniffed her nose to answer the door.

She removed the door panel, leaving only a crack that prevented people from entering.

"Brother Wang, it's you." Qing'e was originally only three points sickly, but suddenly disguised six points, "I'm not in good health today, and the wine shop can't be opened, please come back another day." ”

Wang Ban saw that her face was pale and her lips were not bloody, so he hurriedly asked, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?" What a good end is sick. ”

"I can say that." Qing'e said truthfully: "Although it rained heavily yesterday, I didn't get drenched much, let alone feel cold, who knew that I suddenly had a headache and brain fever this morning, which was really uncomfortable." ”

"Hiss-" Wang Ban shook his head, forgetting why he came, and was full of thoughts about going back to the house to tell the young master, "That sister-in-law has a good rest, and I will go back." ”

"Whoa..."

Qing'e didn't want to ask him about his intentions, so she had to watch him walk away.

She is really sick, she has no strength to toss, she just wants to lie comfortably in the bed at the moment, even if Feng Jun comes here, she has no time to deal with it, she just wants to send people away quickly.

But this made people scream, Qing'e went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water, threw a small piece of ginger into it, and drank it and sweated.

It must have been the rain that pretended to be pitiful and deliberately drenched yesterday that hurt herself, she knew that everything she had deceived had to be returned, and she still understood the truth of harming others and herself.

But if you don't cheat, you won't necessarily be able to end well.

Zhao Qi went out early in the morning and wouldn't come back until night, she was hungry at noon, and she didn't know what to eat at night.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, it was the leek buns that Zhao Qi had made too much yesterday, Qing'e breathed a sigh of relief, pinched one and muttered, "Why did I forget you." ”

She sat on the pestle, waiting for the water to boil while eating, the cold bun skin was tough and sticky teeth, Qing'e ate half of it, she didn't want to eat it without her stomach screaming, picked up the kettle on the stove, pulled the soles of her shoes and prepared to go back to the house and sleep.

"Sister-in-law of the Zhao family—"

Outside the shop, Wang Ban actually folded back again, Qing'e just put on the lid of the pot and was inevitably impatient, put down the copper kettle and went to answer the door again, as soon as the door opened, he saw Wang Ban holding a delicate carved mahogany food box in his hand.

Wang Ban smiled with her: "Sister-in-law of the Zhao family, this is what the young master of my family means, he heard that you are sick, and Brother Zhao is not at home, let me go to the kitchen to bring you some light food." ”

Qing'e frowned slightly, as if she was puzzled, and only asked, "How does Master Cheng know that Brother Qi is not at home?" ”

Wang Ban replied: "The young master said, if he is at home, how can you rest assured that a patient will come out to answer the door." ”

It turned out to be such a simple truth.

Qing'e forgot what she said, and forgot how she took the heavy food box, she remembered that the food box was very heavy, the wood was good wood, and the dishes in it were also good dishes, the best thing was two thin-skinned crab roe buns, and a bowl of clams stewed eggs.

When she was full and lay back in bed and fell asleep, her eyes were open and dry and she could not sleep.

Who told her to lie to so many men, this is the stupidest one.

When people are sick, they are easy to be sad and sad in the spring, thinking about it, Qing'e hugged the futon, thinking that this young master is a good person, she lied to him this time, I don't know how much yin virtue she will damage herself, and there is no hope in the next life.