The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 42
In the early morning of the second day, Yan Ling'er brought a group of servant girls to the Hou Mansion.

Yan Qin took a glance, and after the ceremony was over, he said unhappily: "It seems that His Royal Highness Su really doesn't regard us as a family anymore."

The nanny who wrote back and forth yesterday grinned, changed her arrogant attitude yesterday, and smiled all over her face, flattering and courteous, making people suspect that it wasn't her who was half-deadly angry yesterday.

"Ma'am, don't blame me. Your Highness was also very sad when he heard the news of the death of the Yan family uncle and his wife. He originally wanted to go back to the mansion with the princess to guard the spirit of the Yan family uncle and his wife."

The nanny of King Su's mansion first expressed Wen Zhemao's heartbroken state, and then changed the subject to explain the reason, "But Your Highness is still inconvenient to leave the mansion because the foot restraint order has not been lifted. So I asked the old slave to prepare some Burn the paper money and incense to the Yan family's uncle and his wife."

As she spoke, she waved her hand back again, and a servant girl came up holding a small box.

Mammy opened the box, and there was a box of gold.

"His Royal Highness heard that the Yan family has a tradition of setting up longevity tablets for the deceased and lighting everlasting lanterns in Fo'an Temple. He ordered this old slave to bring some money and asked Madam to help the Yan family and his wife to arrange it in Fo'an Temple."

Yan Qin glanced sideways at Yan Qing, saw Yan Qing nodded, and then asked someone to accept the gold: "For he still has heart."

After finishing speaking, Yan Qin turned her head and asked Yan Linger, "The princess came early, and the artisans who collected the corpses have not cleaned up for elder brother and sister-in-law. Do you want to go to the mourning hall now? Or wait for the artisans to clean up before going to see them for the last time." ?”

When Yan Linger heard Yan Qin's question, she turned her gaze away from Yan Qing, and then sat down on the main seat in the banquet hall: "We'll talk about it after the craftsman cleans it up. My mother loved to be decent when she was alive, so she definitely didn't want to let it go." I saw her distressed appearance."

"Alright."

Yan Qin glanced at Yan Ling'er who was seated at the main seat, pulled Yan Qing to sit under the hall, turned around and ordered, "Give the princess some tea."

Yan Ling'er looked down at Yan Qing who was in the hall, and said casually: "Why don't you set up a mourning hall in the Hou's Mansion? It must be set up in the south of the city. My father grew up in the Hou's Mansion anyway, even if we had some quarrels with you in the past , Now that you are dead, you should let people return to their roots."

Yan Qing didn't even give Yan Ling'er a straight look. He took a sip of tea and said, "If you want the fallen leaves to return to their roots, then ask someone to send his body back to Huxi's hometown. It will save so much trouble by burying it directly."

"Besides, he is a criminal minister, what qualifications does he have to set up a spirit in the Marquis Mansion? Don't tarnish the reputation of the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion for many generations."

Yan Qing glanced at Yan Ling'er, who was especially calm today, and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and said mockingly, "Now he still has a mourning hall, and he can still enter the Yan family's ancestral hall, you should be thankful."

"What's your attitude?!"

Yan Ling'er knocked heavily on the teacup, the tea splashed and burned the back of her hand, but she didn't seem to feel it, and the people around her didn't seem to have seen it either. They also pretended not to see.

It was Yan Qingsao who saw it and asked, "Does your hand hurt?"

Yan Linger, who questioned angrily, heard this sentence, but like a cat whose tail was stepped on, it exploded all of a sudden.

"Cough cough!"

The nanny who came to deliver the letter yesterday coughed heavily and reminded Yan Linger, "Princess, pay attention to your manners."

Yan Ling'er, who was about to have a fit, gave Wen Zhemao's nanny a glance, but the other party stared back directly. Yan Ling'er immediately faltered, shook her head and said bitterly: "My concubine doesn't need Nanny Xu to guide me in doing things."

"If the concubine is sensible and doesn't need the old slave to speak up, then that's good."

Mammy Xu saw Yan Linger's attitude, and said coolly, "I can't control the concubine's affairs, so I have to report to His Highness, and His Highness will personally control her."

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er trembled all over, her eyes were full of horror, and she brushed her wrist subconsciously.

Yan Qing sharply spotted a bruise on Yan Ling'er's wrist, which was very similar to the mark on her hand when she was riding a horse for the first time when she was a child, when the whip was thrown too hard.

Hearing Madam Xu's words again, he immediately remembered the servant girl who always died of illness for no reason in the previous life, and Yan Qing's eyes suddenly became darker.

From the corner of the eye, she saw that Yan Qinshi opened her mouth, Yan Qing exerted force on her hand, and when Yan Qinshi looked over, she shook her head.

She had heard that Wen Zhemao had some little hobbies, but she didn't expect it to be true.

It's just that these things must not be revealed at this time, especially not in front of Mother Xu!
Although many years have passed, she only remembers most of the people and events in the previous life, but the first time she saw Madam Xu yesterday, she instantly remembered the training she had suffered in Su Wang's mansion.

Nanny Xu's original name is unknown, she entered the palace through the back door to be a palace maid, later she left the palace and got married, and later she became Wen Zhemao's nanny for unknown reasons.

Wen Zhemao trusted Nanny Xu extremely, like a confidant.

So Nanny Xu has a very high status in Prince Su's mansion, even when Yan Ling'er was in favor in the previous life, she didn't dare to challenge Nanny Xu.

Back then, Yan Ling'er tried every means to torture herself, and provided Wen Zhemao with the opportunity to "send charcoal in the snow", this Xu Nanny did a lot of hard work!

If I had seen this person a day or two earlier, I was afraid that I would not be able to resist.

But now she can see it.

Wen Zhemao's downfall, a domineering and domineering person like her is mostly a person who falls into trouble, so she can't do it herself.

Now Wen Zhemao still maintains a gentle and courteous image to the outside world, if he knows that they know about his hobby, if it falls into his hands, it will be fruitless!

Seeing Yan Qing like this, Yan Qin took a break, and whispered to Yan Qing: "It seems that the position of princess that some people have worked so hard to obtain is not so comfortable. A nanny can be She ate like hell."

Yan Qinshi spoke softly, but the hall was already silent.

Yan Ling'er looked over with hatred, and glared at Yan Qinshi and Yan Qing viciously, with hatred in her heart.

If it wasn't for them, how could I have ended up in this situation? !

If Yan Qing obediently handed over Xijiang's handsome seal, how could her parents die?

If her father became Marquis of Zhenxi, how dare Wen Zhemao dare to fight him? !
All this is her fault!

Yan Ling'er's sinister eyes turned from Yan Qing's body to Yan Qin's body, becoming more and more cold and gloomy.

One day, if she wants to call Yan Qing, her parents will often die, and she will live under the fence, and it will feel like being insulted and beaten by others!

The people in the hall had different thoughts, and suddenly fell into silence. After a round of tea refills, they heard someone report.

Said yes, the craftsman has packed it up, please go to check and accept the result, if there is no problem, it is ready to seal the coffin.

Although it's cold in autumn now, after all, it's been half a month's corpse, and the smell is really bad.

(End of this chapter)