"What are you angry at me? You said that she was going to die, what do you care about her? Let her fend for herself in prison! Zeng An glared at her viciously, and walked back with his things, "Damn, save yourself from wasting these good things!" ”

Zeng Sanniang hurriedly followed him: "She is our grandmother!" If you don't save you when you die, you're not afraid of retribution! ”

"My retribution? She is the one who deserves the retribution! ”

The voice outside the door gradually faded away, and Wang Chucui said twice: "Do evil." ”

Liu Zheng took a sip of tea and said indifferently: "Ignore them." ”

It's useless anyway. Don't say that she doesn't plan to forgive her great-grandmother at all, which sentence she just said is not the truth? How can she have the ability to save people from the hands of the government.

"Sanniang is a good girl, this Zeng An, who usually pretends to be a dog, we can't hear it when we look at it, right? The mouth is dirty! Alas, if you want to say that this great-mother-in-law also deserves it, I heard the daughter-in-law of the Cai family say that the mother of these two children was killed by her! Relying on his youth to kill pigs and sheep to feed his son, it is amazing, marrying a daughter-in-law can be hard to grind, pregnant and about to give birth, she was sent by her to go to the river to wash clothes, oh yo, my foot slipped and fell in, one corpse and two lives Oh, how can you say that the child does not hate her? Wang Chucui grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said, "Not only this, but there is actually a sister Zeng Erniang above Sanniang, the little girl is very sensible, and her grandmother thinks she is a girl, and when she was four or five years old, she was caught and scolded for being a seductive fox." Tell me, isn't this sick? ”

"What about Erniang? Dead? ”

"Dead! As soon as Zeng's daughter-in-law died, Zeng's mother-in-law tore her mouth all day long and said that she was killed by her! How can a child hear such a thing? Counting nine cold days, I jumped down in the middle of the night wrapped in a single coat and chiseled ice. They didn't look for the child when he lost it, but it was still fishermen, and the body was soaked and unshaped. On the shore, there are still small embroidered shoes made for her by her mother, which the little girl is usually reluctant to wear. ”

Liu Zheng felt uncomfortable for a while: "What about their father? ”

"Daddy? There are a few good dads in this world! The daughter-in-law died, the second girl died, and the neighbors poked their backbones and scolded them every day, he couldn't stand it and ran away with the money, and ran away with a widow! I heard that it was going south to run Caoyun, who knows? If you want to say that it is not easy for Zeng's mother-in-law, she is not easy, she fled from the famine at the age of seventeen or eighteen with her child, saved the family business by herself, and returned to her old business at the age of forty or fifty to support her grandchildren, but who can she blame for this ending? Retribution, retribution is still too light. ”

Liu Zheng was thoughtful, and he didn't plan to meddle in other people's affairs.

After chatting for a while, the melon seeds in his hand were finished, Wang Chucui patted the ash on his hand and picked up things, Liu Zheng swept the melon seed skin on the ground into the yard, and when he passed by, he saw the blood that he wanted to pour but forgot to pour before. The blood emitted a faint fishy smell, and the old gauze was still soaked in it. Liu Zheng took a flower hoe, dug a pit in the yard and buried it.

Thinking of Song Yan's appearance when she was leaving, she was always a little unhappy. He is a golden and noble prince, who has never suffered from the suffering of the world, how can he be injured like that?

Feng Ce walked back and forth outside the door of Juzhu Courtyard with the medicine, so anxious that he couldn't do it. When he was looking for him to get flowers, the master was still happy, why did he become like this as soon as he came back? The door was not opened, nor was it commanded. In fact, the master is not a very introverted person, if he has any troubles since he was a child, he will reveal a little bit to him, but if he has something, it is not suitable to say it to him. Feng Ce can't ask everything, nor can he ask everything, he is still injured, how worrying.

Song Yan stood in front of the bookcase, practicing calligraphy with a pen. Since he was a child, he would hold a pen when he first grasped chopsticks, practicing stroke by stroke, and a thin layer of cocoons had on his fingers long before he practiced martial arts. Grandmother loved to see the way he looked when he was learning calligraphy, and said that Ah Mo was very well-behaved, and he was the most well-behaved little Langjun in the world. He hates writing, hates writing moral articles, and hates memorizing a subset of history, but as long as he is well-behaved, his mother's life can be a little better.

At that time, her mother had not been imprisoned in Zhuangzi, she lived in the most remote corner of the Guogong Mansion, and the yard was full of bamboo. For as long as he can remember, his mother is the madman who doesn't recognize anyone, and even his own children can't wait to eat them raw. She was like a terrible monster, and no one allowed her to come near her. They taught him that filial piety comes first, and that he must be good to his grandmother when he grows up.

Song Yan was afraid of her grandmother when she was a child, and she was more like a monster than her mother who would eat him. She always sat in the center of the hall without smiling, holding the Buddhist beads in one hand and the cane in the other, looking at him with her back to the light. She said Ah Mo, the waist should not be too bent when saluting, and when Mrs. Liu listened, the stick in her hand would fall on his waist; She said Ah Mo, the folds of the hem must be sorted out when she sits, and when Mrs. Liu listens, the stick in her hand will fall on his stomach. It didn't hurt much, but it was too cold and icy, and her every word was tinged with coldness, and even her arms were not warm.

The ink was dry, and the handwriting was dripping until the end. Song Yan put down the pen and covered his heart, which was painful and itchy, like an old wound was attacking, and like a new wound was healing.

At some point, it was getting dark, thick clouds and strong winds were coming, and lightning lit up the house. Song Yan sat down and looked at the dark clouds quietly.

"Master, it's going to rain, my subordinates are in!" Feng Ce shouted inside, regardless of whether he agreed or not, he pushed the door and came in, seeing him sitting in front of the window with his clothes on, Feng Ce breathed a sigh of relief, put down the medicine and closed the window, "Master, drink the medicine quickly." ”

"I don't want to drink."

Feng Ce said bitterly: "You are not a child again, how can you drink a medicine and have to be coaxed by your subordinates." ”

"It's just a small injury, it can heal on its own. This medicine is nothing more than replenishing some qi and blood, and it is better to talk than nothing. ”

"You really don't want to drink?"

"Don't drink it."

"Then the subordinate can report to the old lady to know, don't forget that the most important task of the subordinate is to listen to the old lady's orders to take care of you." Feng Ce stepped out as if threatening, and just halfway through, a thunderbolt exploded outside, startling him and almost falling on the ground.

Song Yan smiled: "You think you are bolder than me?" ”

Feng Ce patted his ass and stood up, looking unhappy: "You are still afraid of hardship." ”

Song Yan was speechless, he dried up the medicinal juice in a mouthful under his non-joking gaze, covered his chest and coughed, and even ate a few salted plums and his mouth was still bitter. Song Yan leaned back in his chair tiredly and said, "Feng Ce, she doesn't seem to like me at all." ”

"Ah, is it? If you don't like it, you don't like it, you still lack people to like it? ”

Song Yan was silent.

"Aunt Hua came just now, and brought two beautiful little ladies, I looked at one of them very familiarly, and thought about it, isn't it the old lady's favorite girl. Aunt Hua wants to stuff your yard and make a room for you. As soon as they heard the word Shizi, the two girls were so ashamed that they didn't want to, do you like you or not? ”

"Get out of here, and no stranger will come near me." Song Yan's face turned cold, "Otherwise, you will be killed." ”

"I still need you to explain, I have already driven away, and the door has not been able to get close." Feng Ce sighed, let people accept the medicine bowl and preserved fruit preserves, and personally sorted out the bookcase for him, "Don't stare at Liu Niangzi, don't say that she doesn't like you, even if she likes it, what can she do, do you dare to marry, but she dares to marry?" ”

Song Yan silently watched him clean up back and forth, and said for a long time: "I will leave the Hou Mansion and never come back, from now on I am me, I am just me." I love someone who can make her love me without any worries. ”

"That's all for later, leave it to you when you two talk to each other. If you really have to be her, you might as well learn how to seduce her. ”

Song Yan's eyes dodged for a moment, and he endured shame and asked, "...... How to seduce? ”

Feng Ce smiled: "The simplest, □□." ”

Song Yan looked out the window, and the bamboo forest outside the window was beaten by the heavy rain. He pulled his shirt together: "It's tempted." ”

Feng Ce's eyes widened: "Huh? ”

He said it casually!

"She didn't react, I wanted her to hug me, she was still annoying." Song Yan's voice became softer and softer, "I didn't mean to, I'm too uncomfortable......"

Feng Ce wiped his sweat: "Uh, you see blood again?" ”

Song Yan nodded.

Feng Ce thought about it seriously: "Could it be that your methods are too low-end?" If you don't get to the point, it's not a vain temptation. Do you know what kind of man she likes? ”

Song Yan thought for a while and shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"Let's figure this out first. Also, you can't always go to her, you have to leave some room for yourself, you know? ”

Song Yan nodded again: "I understand, Wuhou captured seven and seven longitudinal Meng, let him be convinced." ”

"Let's just come here, you can recuperate in peace for a few days, and don't go to her again. You have to learn to leave as soon as you go, otherwise she won't cherish what she gets. ”

"I can't see her, I'll miss her, can I sneak in to see her?"

Feng Ce was speechless: "Do you like it so much?" How can you take care of your injuries? ”

"You don't understand."

Feng Ce muttered in his heart, of course I don't understand, whose grandfather would suddenly be full of this matter?