Expensive marriage: The concubine is begging for peace again today

Niece Xiao Gu, Yan Yinyao's appearance is seven points like a concubine, but there is a trace of sadness in her eyes, her body is thin, not as graceful and luxurious as a concubine.

She was wearing a light blue satin straight padded jacket, a navy blue cloak, and a high bun with a silver phoenix hairpin in the middle of the bun, and a small white flower pinned to her left temple.

Looking at her attire, one could tell that she was a polite person. Although she was in filial piety, she didn't enter the door in plain clothes. Jiang Changning's impression of her was a little better.

"Singing ballads." The concubine cried out in a tearful voice.

Yan Yinyao walked a few steps quickly, and threw herself into the concubine's arms, "Aunt."

"My poor child." The concubine held her in her arms, weeping.

"Mother, mother, wow, mother." Following behind Yan Yinyao, the little girl who was hugged by a young woman seemed frightened by the two crying in their arms.

The little girl is about two years old. She is pink, with big eyes and twinkling eyes. She is very cute, but she doesn't look like Yan Yinyao, she should look like her biological father who died young.

Jiang Changning hurriedly tried to persuade her, "Concubine Mu, my cousin has worked hard all the way, so I'd better go into the room and sit down and talk slowly. The way you two frighten the child."

Yan Yin heard the rumors, wiped away tears, went over and hugged her daughter, "Mi'er, don't be afraid, this is my mother's aunt, your aunt and grandmother."

The little girl was a little self-conscious, and buried her head on her mother's shoulder, not daring to look at anyone.

Jiang Changning said softly: "Cousin, it's cold outside, take the child inside."

Yan Yinyao smiled at Jiang Changning, "Cousin-in-law."

Entering the hall, Yan Yinyao put down her daughter, respectfully bowed to the concubine and asked, "Yinyao has seen aunt, good luck to aunt."

He bowed to Jiang Changning again, "Yin Yao has met my cousin, my cousin is blessed."

"Cousin, don't be too polite." Jiang Changning helped her up.

"Aunt, cousin, this is my daughter Zeng Mi, Mi who is so quiet in the world. Mi'er, please greet your aunt, grandmother and cousin." Yan Yinyao said to her daughter.

The little girl was young, clutching Yan Yinyao's skirt, hiding behind her, poking her head out timidly to look at Concubine Toffee and Jiang Changning.

The cute little appearance amused Jiang Changning, "Cousin, don't embarrass the child, she is only so old, what should she do, please sit down."

When Yan Yinyao sat down on the chair with her daughter, Princess Kangren stepped forward to salute, "Kangren has met Biaogu, please greet Biaogu, Biaogu is blessed."

"Kang Ren has grown up so much." Yan Yinyao met Princess Kang Ren when she was a child, "The days go by so fast, in the blink of an eye, a few years have passed."

The little doll back then is now a little girl.

And she also changed from a boudoir daughter to a widow.

Yan Yinyao took out the prepared meeting gift, a pair of white jade twisted silk bracelets.

Jiang Changning also ordered Xiulan to give Zeng Mi a meeting gift, educational pictures, jigsaw puzzles and other toys.

"Yin Yao, it's my aunt who missed you." The concubine looked at Yan Yin Yao with tears in her eyes.

Ever since she knew that Yan Yinyao was a widow, the concubine regretted that she was blind and chose a short-lived husband for Yan Yinyao.

"Fate is like this, auntie, please don't blame yourself." Yan Yinyao has accepted her husband's early death and she is a widow.

"Mother and concubine, my cousin has worked hard all the way, why not let her go to the yard to rest, freshen up, and talk again." Jiang Changning said.

Yan Yinyao glanced at Jiang Changning gratefully. These days, she cried so much that her tears seemed to run dry. She didn't want to be immersed in this kind of grief.

Moreover, my aunt is old, and it is her fault that she is too sad and causes physical discomfort.

In the evening, when King Jin returned to his residence, his cousins ​​met in the Liuxuan Courtyard.

Yan Yinyao bowed respectfully and said: "I met my cousin, my aunt took pity on my mother and daughter who are helpless, and took my mother and daughter to live in the house, disturbing my cousin and sister-in-law."

"Cousin, you don't need to be polite. You are a close relative. You should be a guardian and assistant. Your cousin is kind and kind, so you can stay at ease and don't be restrained." Jin Wang smiled lightly.

Yan Yinyao is dressed in plain clothes, and King Jin is wearing a black robe.

It just happened to be a common saying that women should be pretty and be filial, and men should be pretty and be handsome.

Jiang Changning watched coldly, the eyes of both of them were very calm, and they didn't look like they were affectionate in private.

Yan Yinyao's mother and daughter have lived in the palace so far, and Jiang Changning has never treated her badly as long as the daily expenses are provided.

The next day was the concubine's birthday, and due to the ban, no guests could be entertained, so a small banquet was held in the mansion to celebrate her.

Except for Jin Wang and his wife and Princess Kangren, there were only Yan Yinyao, mother and daughter, and no other outsiders.

The birthday gift Yan Yinyao gave to the concubine was a white jade Guanyin statue, "May my aunt have a happy life and good health, and everything goes well."

"Good boy." The concubine said lovingly.

Because Yan Yinyao and Princess Kangren are both in Xiaozhong and don't eat meat, Jiang Changning specially arranged a separate banquet.

Looking at the exquisite vegetarian dishes in front of her, Yan Yinyao didn't say anything on the spot. After the banquet, she thanked Jiang Changning, "Yinyao has caused trouble for my cousin."

"You don't have to be so polite, cousin, it's not troublesome to say a word." Jiang Changning smiled.

"Biao sister-in-law treats Yin Yao well, and Yin Yao will keep it in her heart." Yan Yin Yao understood that not everyone was willing to say this sentence.

Jiang Changning smiled, "Dearest relatives, cousin, don't be so outspoken with me."

A few days later, it was the Laba Festival.

In the early morning, Jiang Changning sent the concubine who came to pay her respects, and went to Liuxuan Yuan.

At the gate of the courtyard, I met Yan Yinyao, mother and daughter, who came to pay respects to the concubine.

"Cousin."

Zeng Mi called out childishly, "Aunt Biao."

"Mi'er is so good." Jiang Changning stretched out his hand to touch her small face, "Cousin, Mi'er is still young and the weather is cold, so don't bring her here, let her sleep more."

After a pause, Jiang Changning continued: "The concubine mother has always been generous, and will not argue with the younger generation about such vain etiquette. You see, even I, the concubine mother, are spared the morning and night."

Jiang Changning couldn't bear to see Zeng Mi's fair and tender face turned red from the cold wind.

"What my cousin said is that Yin Yao is too pedantic." Yan Yin Yao said seriously.

"This is the air outlet, it's chilly, let's go in and talk." Jiang Changning smiled.

Seeing them coming, the maid hurriedly reported them inside.

Seeing the concubine, Zeng Mi and followed her mother, saluting respectfully and greeting her.

"Mi'er, come to my aunt and grandmother." The concubine waved at Zeng Mi.

Yan Yinyao gently pushed her daughter on the shoulder, "Go."

"Grandma." Zeng Mi ran towards the concubine.

Seeing this, Jiang Changning's eyes flickered slightly. She had too many things to do before, and Yan Yinyao brought Zeng Mi to pay her respects. She should have thought of cultivating a relationship with the concubine.

"Mother and concubine, today is the Laba Festival, and my daughter-in-law is going to the porridge stall." Jiang Changning came here to report that he was leaving the house.

"Go and do your work." The concubine touched Zeng Mi's little hand, without raising her head.

Jiang Changning bowed and bowed, retreated, and went straight out of the mansion to the soup kitchen.