Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Chapter 32 The Uninvited Guest, Seeing the Storm Again
Zhao Qi was sent back overnight to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice in the capital.

Xiao Hongshen's subordinates also dug out a bottle of Hedinghong from his room, which was basically consistent with the information that Wang Shujian had died of poisoning given by Abbot Void, but Zhao Qi refused to admit it, so Xiao Hongshen decided to interrogate slowly.

After all, Zhao Qi's ancestors have meritorious deeds, and the Zhao family is also a prominent figure in the capital, so life and death cannot be easily determined.

The trip to Nanshan is finally over.

Although Wang Shujian lost the bait for catching big fish, Yan Wanqing has gained a lot.

Except one point.

The story between Xiao Pingfeng and the prince.

This was something she hadn't figured out.

The carriage moved slowly, the sun was shining brightly today, the temperature inside the carriage also rose sharply, Yan Wanqing also took off his cloak in the heat, his little face was flushed, and finally looked bloody.

It's just that as soon as the carriage arrived at the door, she heard crying, which made her upset.

"Who is making noise?" Yan Wanqing asked with a frown.

Cong Ge hurriedly got out of the car to check, came back and said to everyone: "It's the Wang family."

When Aunt Song heard that it was Mrs. Wang, she immediately tightened her daughter Hong Zhao's hand, her face full of worry: "What...what is she here for?"

"Then Mrs. Wang felt that her son died in vain and had something to do with our family, and blamed him for refusing his marriage proposal at the beginning."

Yan Wanqing sneered after hearing this: "What a joke!"

Mrs. Sun also turned two of the Buddhist beads in her hand, without a tone: "Go report to the officials."

Not only Yan Wanqing was a little surprised that his mother was so decisive today, but the two aunts Song were also a little surprised: "This is not good, sister."

"Then let her make trouble and ruin our daughter's reputation?" Sun didn't raise her eyelids.

Aunt Song thought it was the same, so she quickly opened the curtain of the car and asked the boy to report to the government. The people from the government came very quickly, and soon Mrs. Wang and the mother-in-law she invited to mourn were arrested and taken away.

Only then did Yan Wanqing help her mother get off the carriage, but her face was deserted.

"What do you want to eat at noon? You fell into the water in Nanshan, and you must make up for it when you go home." Sun patted the back of her hand and asked.

"Everything is obeyed by mother."

While talking, two women came out from the hall. The one in front was dressed in silk and satin, with jewels and jewels clinking as they walked, while the one behind was a dusty old woman, but her face was mean, and she looked difficult to get along with.

Seeing someone approaching, Yan Wanqing had no choice but to yell, "I've seen Second Aunt." Yan Hongzhao, Yan Zizhuo, followed suit.

The second aunt looked around at the people who had just entered the door, and her eyes lit up when she saw Yan Wanqing: "Oh, this is Wanqing, I haven't seen you grow so big in a few years, and you were not even up to the second aunt's knees at that time..." As she said that, she looked at Yan Hongzhao and Yan Zizhuo at the back: "These two are the children born to my sister-in-law later... Oh, you look so beautiful, this girl, this little guy is also a tiger."

Sun moved her position imperceptibly to block the two people behind her.

She looked at the hall behind her, her eyes darkened: "Where is Xiao Liu, did you come back with me?"

Xiao Liu, Yan Lingzhen.

When the old lady went to Huqiu, she insisted that she was lonely and wanted to take away a child from the Yan family.

So I chose the sixth child. After so many years, the child should be twelve.

The smile on Second Aunt's face became a little strange, she nodded: "Xiao Liu broke his leg some time ago, and he is still recuperating in Tiger Hill, and he will take over after a while."

Yan Wanqing frowned after hearing this: "People from my hometown are here, who will take care of Sixth Sister's broken leg?"

"Late Qing, don't worry, there are still people in Zhuangzi, how could there be no one to take care of Xiaoliu."

Yan Wanqing's face was cold, she looked at the second aunt in front of her, and on her head was the birthday gift she gave to her sixth sister last year - a jade hairpin, selected from last year's best Hetian jade material, carved by herself.

Immediately, he knew what kind of life Liumei lived in the Zhuangzi of Huqiu.

Naturally, Mrs. Sun also saw it, and the Buddhist beads in her hand couldn't be turned.

"Don't worry, go in quickly, the old lady has been waiting for you to come back for a long time." The second aunt said, going to hold Yan Wanqing's hand: "The old lady has been thinking about you all these years."

Just as the people were about to enter the house, they heard another servant delivering an announcement from outside.

"Miss Madam, Miss Six is ​​back!"

"What?" Second Aunt frowned.

Yan Wanqing shook off her hand, turned and walked towards the gate, followed by Yan Zizhuo and Yan Hongzhao.

Only Mrs. Sun stood in place, as if her feet were stuck by the bluestone boards, and Aunt Song stood beside her, holding her arm.

As soon as Yan Wanqing came out of the gate, she saw a pretty, gray figure getting off the carriage.

His body was thin, his face was still a little pale, his feet were wrapped in bandages, and they were covered with dust. When he saw himself coming out, he unconsciously grabbed the corners of the clothes of the people around him, very afraid of strangers.

When Yan Wanqing heard Mammy tell her about herself, she saw Sixth Sister licking the corners of her dry lips, and timidly called out to herself, "Eldest Sister."

She immediately felt sore at the top of her heart.

In the previous life, the sixth younger sister was not with her and her mother until she died. She was obviously a child of the Yan family, but she was raised in Zhuangzi all the time, just because the old lady said she was lonely.

"Bring me my crutch." Xiaoliuyan Lingzhen said to the nanny.

The nanny brought the crutches, and saw Yan Lingzhen walking this way with the crutches. She looked at the crowd as she walked: "...this is Fifth Sister, right? This is Little Seventh Brother..."

"How did your leg hurt?" Yan Wanqing asked suddenly.

Yan Lingzhen looked up at the elder sister who seemed a little cold, and shook her head gently.

"What's wrong?" Yan Wanqing asked again: "I don't know or can't tell?"

Yan Lingzhen pursed her lips but still did not speak.

Yan Zizhuo, who was behind him, stepped forward, looked at his sister, and stretched out a hand to hold her: "Sixth sister, Xiao Qi will help you."

Yan Lingzhen smiled gratefully: "Thank you brother."

Supported by the two siblings, they struggled up the steps. Yan Hongzhao couldn't stand it anymore. Her eyes were red and she stepped forward to hug Yan Lingzhen: "Don't be afraid, I will carry you in."

Fortunately, just as Yan Lingzhen was picked up and exclaimed, she became docile like a kitten from behind.

Feeling the thin and skinny Xiaoliu in her arms, Yan Hongzhao's eyes were full of anger, she couldn't help but look at her elder sister, but was shocked by the chill in her eyes.

Eldest sister seems to want to kill...

She hadn't seen such an expression for many years.

But soon, Yan Wanqing returned to normal.

She stretched out her hand and rubbed Yan Lingzhen's little head, smiling softly: "Go in."

Yan Lingzhen said good-bye obediently, and no one could see that when she leaned her head on Yan Hongzhao, the smile flickered at the corner of her mouth, like a little fox.

Yan Wanqing walked in front, holding Yan Zizhuo in his hand, Yan Hongzhao, who was dressed in red behind her, hugged Yan Lingzhen, and the four siblings walked in from the gate. The fierceness of the ancient west wind and thin horse.

"Mother, the sixth younger sister is back." Yan Wanqing said to her mother, Sun, but her eyes fell on the second aunt faintly, and the woman who looked at it for no reason felt cold.

(End of this chapter)