Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Chapter 17 Xie Zhixing

Xie Zhiyun came back very suddenly.

She didn't ask anyone to send a letter, and she directly appeared in front of Xie's main gate.

When the concierge saw her carriage, he was taken aback for a moment, and then asked someone to go in and pass it on. Then he respectfully welcomed Xie Zhijun into the gate.

But not only she wanted to enter the door, but also the soldiers of Su Guogong's mansion also entered together.

Xie Zhiyun was not very familiar with this team of government soldiers, but judging from their appearance, Xie Zhiyun could guess that they were soldiers under Wei Ji's command.

Therefore, whenever they follow behind, Xie Zhiyun is polite and polite, never condescending.

At this moment, Xie's concierge saw this group of soldiers with serious faces, and couldn't help feeling a little flustered. The two concierges looked at each other, and the older one stepped forward and spoke with a sneer.

"Miss, you see how this team of government soldiers managed to enter Xie's mansion, this..."

The few times Xie Zhiyun came back, the government soldiers did not follow into Xie's residence. Today they will follow up, probably because of some troubles.

Xie Zhiyun didn't need to ask these things, he could figure it out by himself.

She glanced at the concierge, her neck raised like a swan: "They are all sergeants under my uncle's command, they will follow me to protect the left and right, and they should enter Xie's mansion with me."

Xie Zhiyun nodded to the chief of the government soldiers behind him, and then said to the porter: "You don't have to be afraid, everything depends on me."

In Xie's century-old house, only the three of them, father and son, lived. Other than that, there was only the widowed Liutang Aunt and the childless Ninth Grandfather, and the only young female relative was her.

Now that she is also married, there is nothing wrong with this team of government soldiers following up with Xie's residence.

Xie Zhiyun was a little anxious, but her steps were steady. She walked along the corridor to the inner house step by step with the air of the eldest daughter, walked through the moon gate covered with green shade, and directly entered Xie's inner house.

Among the inner houses, the boudoir where she lives is called Liuyulou, which is behind the garden, while the Quanqinzhai where Xie Yuan, the head of the Xie family, lives is on the west side of the Moon Gate, which can be seen by walking around the fountain.

Xie Zhiyun's footsteps paused slightly, she and Nanny Jia looked at each other, and then said: "Let's go find father directly."

Nanny Jia nodded, then turned her head to Feng Fang, Captain Zhaowu, the soldier of the government, and said, "Captain Feng, I'm trying to persuade Qin Zhai to wait a little bit, I'm sorry."

Feng Fang's face was grim, he just nodded silently, without saying a word.

There were only these few people living in Xie's old house, and there were not many servants in the house, so the back house was quiet at this moment, but the maids who had no contact with each other were frightened by the soldiers.

Xie Zhiyun led Jia Nanny and the others to go directly to Quanqinzhai. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Quanqinzhai, they saw the housekeeper Su Zhongzheng standing there with a sad face, and behind him was the closed door of Quanqinzhai.

Xie Zhiyun's face immediately sank.

The old housekeeper, Su Zhong, is now in his fifties, and his hair is a little gray. He has watched Xie Zhiyun's siblings grow up, so he knows the temper of the siblings best.

Seeing Xie Zhijun's downcast face, Su Zhong felt bitter.

"Miss, why did you go home?" Su Zhong hurried forward and asked.

Xie Zhiyun looked at him quietly, and waited for him to stand still before looking up at the open bamboo window on the second floor of Quanqin Zhai.

"Uncle Zhong, I won't see you in January, you are in good health."

Xie Zhiyun didn't get angry immediately, she cared about the old butler's body first.

Su Zhong felt even more bitter.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Miss, everything is fine for this old slave, but the Patriarch is not feeling well today, and he is resting in the bedroom, so don't let anyone disturb you."

Xie Zhiyun raised her eyebrows frivolously: "I can't either?"

Su Zhong shook his head silently.

Xie Zhiyun was not feeling well. In the two months since she got married, she could occasionally catch glimpses of the Wei family getting along. Even though there were still some frictions in the family, it would not turn the world upside down.

Especially Wei Cang is an upright hero, he is open-minded and heroic, he treats children first and foremost, no matter how noisy the children are, he always smiles and comforts them.

For Wei Ning'an's hypocritical and stubborn temper, she was appointed to be reprimanded at Xie's house, but no one said anything about her in Wei's house.

Xie Zhiyun's temperament is all due to the teaching of Xie's family.

Xie Yuan was cold-hearted, and because his wife died early, he didn't have much patience with the two children. As long as she and A Xing couldn't satisfy him, what fell on her was reprimand and indifference, and what fell on A Xing was a ruler .

He only wanted the children to be good, open-minded, and polite, and he wanted them to earn face for their mother who died early, and he wanted them not to fall into the Xie family.

After so many years, Xie Zhiyun has gotten used to it.

Seeing her expressionless face, Su Zhong seemed to be angry too, so he couldn't help but sighed.

"Miss, the Patriarch is really sick," Su Zhong said, "Today, this old servant was going to ask for a doctor, but the Patriarch refused to let me, so I gave up. I really can't get up at this moment."

Xie Zhiyun didn't care about her father's illness, she just said indifferently: "If my father is ill, then shouldn't I go to see my father?"

Seeing her perseverance, Su Zhong could only shake his head in the end.

"Miss, the Patriarch doesn't want to see you."

Xie Zhiyun paused for a moment, and just when everyone thought she was going to have a fit, she turned around and walked towards the backyard.

"Let's go to the shrine first."

Seeing her straight back disappear, Su Zhong looked up at the closed bamboo window and sighed.

This pair of father and daughter was more stubborn than the other, and neither of them would bow their heads.

Xie Zhiyun walked fast all the way, Jia Nanny encouraged to follow her, only tried her best to chase her, and did not comfort her.

When she came to the ancestral hall, she saw Xie Zhixing's servant Maisui standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, pacing back and forth nervously.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he suddenly raised his head, and a smile immediately appeared on his face with many brown spots.

"Miss, you are home."

Xie Zhijun took a light breath, let himself calm down slowly, and then asked, "What's going on?"

She was not in a hurry to visit her younger brother. Her younger brother was just a jagged gourd, and he would never tell the truth unless forced.

Maisui stepped forward to salute, and then lowered his voice and said: "Miss, the young master doesn't want to go to the ethnology school to study, he said he wanted to go to Yezhou to run a shop, but the owner of the house naturally refused, no matter how much he reprimanded the young master, he didn't bow his head. off his board."

The board at home is the ruler.

It's only one inch long, and it's made of flexible boxwood. It hurts the palm of the hand and hurts the hip even more.

Xie Zhijun was beaten by Xie Yuan only once.

After hearing this, Xie Zhiyun was about to be laughed out of anger.

"Just for this matter, is it worth my coming back?" Xie Zhiyun's face was slightly cold, "He is ignorant, and he doesn't know what to expect. He is the only child in the family. He doesn't work hard to support the family business, but thinks about trivial matters. No wonder his father wanted to beat him."

Xie Zhiyun made the final decision: "Well played!"

Maisui was about to cry.

"Miss, you also know the young master's temper. It's because the head of the family asked him to do what he didn't do. It's not because he wants to take care of the general affairs, but he just doesn't want to go to study."

"Miss, it's not like you don't know what ethnology looks like."

What does ethnology look like?
Xie Zhiyun's eyes darkened slightly, she didn't distinguish from Maisui, she just asked, "How much did you hit?"

Maisui was stunned for a moment, then quickly said: "Sixty hits."

Xie Zhiyun nodded and said, "Go and open the door of the ancestral hall, and I'll tell him."

Maisui was overjoyed, and hurried forward to ask someone to open the door of the ancestral hall, and Xie Zhiyun entered the ancestral hall just like that.

Xie's ancestral hall is tall and wide, and as soon as you enter, you can see the huge plaque above your head.

The four characters of Ping Ya Li in the book on the plaque are Xie's ancestral precepts.

Under the plaque is a curtain of green gauze tent, through which one can vaguely see the endless altars behind.

The Xie family has been standing for a hundred years, and seven generations of ancestors have been enshrined. This ancestral hall has been renovated and added several times, and finally it has become what it is today.

Grandma Jia lifted the green gauze curtain and asked Xie Zhiyun to step in, but she herself guarded the door, preventing anyone from approaching.

As soon as Xie Zhiyun entered, he saw a young man kneeling in front of a row of spiritual seats.

She ignored him, she went to salute by herself, and she straightened up after meeting her ancestors in a proper manner.

"Why, what happened, and Uncle Zhong wants me to come back?"

If something happened at home, the Patriarch and the Young Master were arguing and arguing, Uncle Zhong would never go against Xie Yuan's wishes.

Since she was not called back by Xie Yuan, it was Xie Zhixing.

Xie Zhixing was beaten up, and the pain in his butt was unbearable. He sat crookedly on one side, not daring to press the sore spot.

As soon as Xie Zhiyun arrived, he naturally heard footsteps.

When his sister spoke, he was still crooked and knelt on the side, without the appearance of a son of an aristocratic family.

"My sister has been married for several months, and she only goes home during the New Year's Eve. The Wei family is only an hour and a half away from the Xie family. My sister is so happy to leave home, she doesn't know how to worry about her relatives at home."

Xie Zhixing's voice was clear and bright, with an immature voice of a teenager, but the words he said were quite sour, which made Xie Zhiyun, who had always been sullen, look pale.

"I'm a married woman, how can I go home so often?"

Xie Zhixing twisted and twisted like a cocoon on the side, and it took him a long time to straighten up and look at Xie Zhiyun.

Seeing this, Xie Zhixing was amazed.

"During the New Year's Eve, I didn't check carefully, and my elder sister had an awkward relationship with my father. Now that I see you, elder sister is different."

Xie Zhijun swept Emei lightly and glanced at him.

"How is it different?"

Xie Zhixing stared blankly at her for a few moments, was speechless for a while, hesitated again and again, and still just muttered: "I can't tell."

Xie Zhijun sat on the futon, her back straight and her figure graceful.

Her face was as sinking as water, and she said lightly: "Tell me, what is the matter? All common affairs are nonsense."

Xie Zhixing's eyes wandered, and the brows and eyes of the young man who resembled Xie Zhiyun by half or six were clearly guilty.

"I went out to play some time ago, and accidentally ran into some trouble, and was rescued by a little beggar."

Xie Zhixing's voice is still juvenile and childish: "His name is Xiaoling, he is about the same size as me, and his parents and brothers are not at home. He lived in a temple in his early years, so he has acquired a Buddhist mind like this, and he has a Buddhist heart."

"Seeing that he was pitiful, I brought him home. Unexpectedly, he was very intelligent. He could learn poetry and songs as soon as he learned it. I thought about letting him enter the family temple and pray for my father and you and me."

Xie Zhiyun's face darkened all of a sudden.

"So, the common affairs are all a cover, and what you want to know is the incident back then."

Xie Zhixing stopped talking.

After a while, the clear, youthful voice sounded again.

"Sister, don't you want to know?"

(End of this chapter)