Xu Xuzhi

Chapter 39 Tabloids
It was the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye. As the saying goes, "La Qi La Ba, your chin will freeze off." At this time, Fengtian was already quite cold.

Ning Zheng, who had just returned from Luanzhou, Hebei, in military uniform, got off the car at the door of his house and strode in, with Zhi Changsheng closely following him.

When I got to the small garden in front of Xiaohonglou, my residence, I was surprised to see three girls kicking shuttlecocks.

It was Qiu Sheng who was facing her. Her toes were tense, and she managed to catch a chicken feather shuttlecock kicked crookedly by Wu Ma's daughter, the little girl Aquarius, but the angle was not easy to adjust, so she had to kick it sideways. of a girl.

This position is really tricky, half a meter away from the girl, and on the left side, Zhi Changsheng, who was watching, felt that the shuttlecock must have landed.

Unexpectedly, this girl, who was wearing a Northeast authentic fat padded jacket and trousers and a thick scarf with big black flowers on red ground, was tall but slightly bloated, but her movements were very flexible. Her right leg took a step first, and her left leg Stretch out straight, and with a slight bump, the colorful feather shuttlecock bounced slightly on the surface of her feet. She curled up her left leg again and kicked it cross-legged. The shuttlecock, which was out of control, obediently fell on the outside of her foot When she flew up to the high ground, she kicked it leisurely, and said proudly: "Tsk tsk, look at you two little girls, you still don't practice well."

It was only then that Zhi Changsheng realized that this woman dressed in a country style was actually the third young lady.

At this time, Qiusheng and Baoping also saw them, and immediately bowed their heads and stood upright, greeting the third young master loudly.

With a soft "click", the shuttlecock fell to the ground, and Feng Jiu quickly turned around, her eyes widened, she never expected that Ning Zheng would come back in the middle of the day.

Ning Zheng was obviously in a hurry, but he saw his little daughter-in-law wearing a Begonia red flower jacket and black elastic ink big fat cotton trousers that she had never worn before. His face was flushed due to exercise, his eyes were as bright as autumn water, as bright as stars, and his slightly parted lips showed a mouthful of fine white teeth. If he smiled shyly at him, it seemed that his feet had taken root and he couldn't move anymore.

"Where did you get the cotton trousers and jacket?" He asked slowly, and Zhi Changsheng had already consciously stood facing away.

Feng Jiu was stunned for a while, and probably knew that his current appearance was really that of an old lady, so he said dully, "Mama Wu gave it to me."

Ning Zheng: "..."

Zhi Changsheng: "..."

Ning Zheng stroked his forehead with his hand and said, "It's not time to escape yet." Feng Jiu glared at him, always feeling a hint of a smile in his words.

"Where did I put my hunting suit? Help me go back and find it." He raised his legs and walked into the building, Feng Jiu could only keep up.

Qiu Sheng and Bao Ping looked at each other, smiled secretly, picked up the feather shuttlecock on the ground, and slowly attached it behind the master and his wife, and waited for them to enter the building before he opened the door and went in.

Zhi Changsheng watched the couple go up to the second floor, and then turned to the study room on the east side of the first floor to find the materials Ning Zheng needed for the meeting at the Luanzhou Military Headquarters.

"In such a cold day, is there any prey in the mountains?"

Ning Zheng waited for her to find the long fur coat, leather pants, and leather hat from the closet, and reached out to take them.

"Isn't this the Chief Financial Officer of Peking? He insists on digging into the den of the blind man." Feng Jiu didn't say anything after hearing this. What kind of Chief Financial Officer is this? He's really addicted.

"Do you want to eat bear's paw?"

Thinking about the poor black bear who can’t live in peace even if he hides in a cave in winter, and thinking about the crispy stewed bear’s paw and grilled bear’s paw, Feng Jiu still temporarily evaded his sympathy for eating. nodded.

Ning Zheng smiled, turned his head to kiss her, Feng Jiu wanted to close his eyes, but suddenly seemed to remember something, his face sank slightly, and he turned his head to avoid it.

Ning Zheng paused, this was the first time in a long time that she wanted to avoid him again, did something happen that he didn't know about?But now time was running out, and there was no time to find out the root cause, so he straightened her head, kissed it down stubbornly, and then pushed her back on the bed regardless of her struggle, and pressed her heavily on her body, holding her hand. Touching her face, licking the pinna of her small ears, the warm breath made Feng Jiu feel numb.

Fengjiu was afraid of tickle, so he couldn't help "Calka" laughing out loud.

Ning Zheng lowered his head, staring fixedly at her pink lips, still couldn't help opening them, licking her snow-white glutinous teeth, wandering back and forth patiently over and over again, there was a trace of Begging, Fengjiu could only loosen his jaw and let him attack and make trouble. After a while, he was temporarily satisfied, and finally got up and got out of bed.

But... He frowned and looked at Feng Jiu's big cotton-padded jacket and trousers. When he remembered that these belonged to Wu Ma, he felt uncomfortable, "Don't wear other people's clothes in the future, huh?"

Feng Jiu nodded, she was also anxious to go out to play shuttlecock today, so she just made do with it occasionally.

Ning Zheng quickly changed into his hunting attire. He was tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. The bear hat covered his brows and eyes, revealing only a pair of swarthy eyes. He carried a double-barreled shotgun on his shoulders. He really looked like an authentic hunter.

Feng Jiu had never seen him like this before, felt it was very novel, and looked him up and down several times.

Ning Zheng saw that her moist face was as warm and bright as the sun in winter, but he still couldn't hold back, and reached out his hand to touch her face affectionately.

"What?" he asked.

Feng Jiu was slightly ashamed of Hao, and didn't want to talk to him at first, but still couldn't help but replied: "I think the hunter in "Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf" may be like you."

"You also know "Grimm's Fairy Tales"?"

"Well, I have read Wei Yixin's Chinese translation."

Ning Zheng thought, but he really has to go, the sun will go down if he doesn't go.

However, if there is nothing to do, it is not impossible to chat with her without saying a word, even for a few days and nights.

"gone."

"Wait a minute." Feng Jiu said, "I'll go downstairs with you." Feng Jiu then grabbed him and walked down together, "Yesterday was Laba'er, you didn't even eat Laba'er porridge, drink a bowl first Let's go."

This is what Wu Ma told her yesterday, that my uncle hadn't eaten Laba porridge yet, and he must make up for it to increase his fortune and life, especially for those who fight their lives on the battlefield.

As soon as he heard that people on the battlefield needed extra protection, Feng Jiu immediately felt that he had to obey.Although she is an atheist, she does not delay her recognition of many traditional customs, and she has always listened to her nanny.

Ning Zheng looked around and saw that there was no one downstairs, so he quickly pecked her lips and said appreciatively, "I know that I love her, she is such a good girl."

Feng Jiu: "...When did I not know how to love someone?" She, Tang Fengjiu, is a well-recognized little heater, okay?

Ning Zheng smiled, "Correction, I know you love me."

Regarding this statement, Fengjiu felt a little guilty, but she was not stupid enough to tell Wu Ma, she just quickly entered the small kitchen at the end of the corridor on the first floor, and filled a bowl of fragrant, soft and glutinous Laba porridge—Wu The recipe of Ma's Laba porridge comes from the largest Ci'en Temple in Fengtian, which was built in the late Jin Dynasty. According to Wu Ma, a devout Buddhist disciple, this recipe is the most Buddhist. Picking, and staying up for half the night to get it.

Feng Jiu brought out the small Fuzhou red lacquered bowl containing the porridge on a small gold lacquered round tray from the same place of production. Ning Zheng took it and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, his body felt warm, and his smile was even more warm.

Feng Jiu nodded, "Finally, you've got your mouth shut. Be careful when you hunt—Xiong Xiazi hibernates beautifully, and you wake him up, so he must have a bad temper."

Ning Zheng glanced at her, responded, and walked out with the corners of his mouth turned up.

In the following afternoon, Feng Jiu did a lot of things: he learned two pieces of running script, one piece of lowercase script, read a whole page of current affairs commentary, and wrote a small essay in Chinese, English and French respectively. I took last month's account book that Mrs. Fifth eagerly sent over: Feng Jiu doesn't like work related to numbers, but it doesn't mean that she can fool her. She read it from beginning to end. For the accounts of the first few days at the beginning of the month, three questionable money in and out records were delineated. I thought that I would discuss it with the fifth lady tomorrow, and the people below would also need to knock from time to time.

Feng Jiu rubbed her forehead, as long as she looked at the curtain, she would have a headache.

Suddenly a pair of cold little hands rubbed her slightly swollen temples, and only then did she realize that her frown made Qiu Sheng worried.

"Why are your hands so cold? Is it coming to your body?"

Feng Jiu closed his eyes and asked.

"Girl, you are really amazing, you know everything."

"How many years have we been together? How can I not know you?" Feng Jiu smiled.

Qiu Sheng said enviously: "I really admire the girl. She can read Chinese characters as well as foreign languages. She can also count accounts, skate, and kick shuttlecock so well. What else do you not know?"

Feng Jiu listened, but was not fooled by her compliments, "Come on, bring that idiom dictionary, we will learn five more today; and, continue to learn abacus."

Qiu Sheng was discouraged, immediately put down his hand, and said angrily: "I won't press it for you."

Feng Jiu smiled: "You little girl, you have been talking to me all day long, always saying that you want to learn to write and settle accounts, and help me in the future so that I don't get tired, but when it comes to the real thing, you will drop the pick."

Qiu Sheng was afraid that the lady would say that he was not sincere to her, so knowing that it was an aggressive method, he had no choice but to obediently take advantage of it. Feng Jiu gave her the desk, and Qiu Sheng began to write with a sigh.

Even though Ning Zheng was not around at this time, Feng Jiu never went to his desk to write and read, so this suspicion should be avoided.

Many times, whether it is a friend or a husband and wife who have a good relationship, there will be a day when they will turn against each other if they don't keep it together. At that time, the originally insignificant things will be magnified several times and used as weapons to attack the other party.

Feng Jiu didn't want to give up such an excuse. After all, most of the Tang family's property was still under the protection of the Ning family.

Feng Jiu was sitting in the armchair opposite Qiu Sheng, while supervising Qiu Sheng's study, while reading a book "History of Europe in the Middle Ages", suddenly heard Qiu Sheng whispered on the opposite side, Feng Jiu raised his head, and then met Shang Qiu Sheng's flustered eyes.

Feng Jiu took a closer look, and it turned out to be the Beiping tabloid from a few days ago. Feng Jiu didn't pay attention just now, and pressed the newspaper under the wool felt under the rice paper when he was practicing calligraphy. Qiu Sheng just finished writing a few words and moved it away Felt pad, the newspaper is exposed, and her eyes will drop, and she will see the photo above——

A pair of young men and women are embracing and dancing together, seemingly intimate, a well-dressed young woman is talking in the man's ear, and the man in Ning's military uniform is listening attentively with his ears and eyes. ——"Young Marshal Ning Jun spends the Spring Festival with Miss Liang Shi of Beiping!"

The black exclamation mark is so powerful that it can't wait to break out of the paper and poke readers' faces. One can imagine that the editor must be full of excitement when he finalizes the manuscript. This must be another sensational scandal.

Feng Jiu understood, looked at Qiu Sheng's sympathetic eyes, and said lightly: "It's nothing, little girl, give it to me."

Feng Jiu took the newspaper that Qiu Sheng handed over, and threw it into the wastebasket in a ball, so the master and servant continued the teaching activities almost every day, but the atmosphere seemed much quieter.

Suddenly Qiu Sheng yelled again, Feng Jiu looked down and saw that the round-headed and fat-headed Tai Shan had sneaked under the table at some point and was quietly nibbling on Qiu Sheng's black cloth shoes. Looking at Feng Jiu, they all laughed together, and the slightly dull atmosphere was relieved.

The afternoon passed quickly.Fengjiu thinks that her married life is not boring. Sure enough, people still have to enrich themselves before they can enjoy the joy of living.

Winter in the Northeast gets dark early, and when the night is dark, there is a commotion in front of the building, and Ning Zheng has returned from hunting.

As soon as he entered the door, there was a gust of cold air. Feng Jiu was already standing on the slow-walking platform on the second floor. It could be seen that Ning Zheng was in a relaxed and happy mood, but the leather robe he was wearing was also stained. bloodstained.

Feng Jiu walked down the stairs slowly to meet him, looked him up and down: "Ah? You are..."

Ning Zheng grabbed her hand and patted it——in the deep mountains in winter, there was not a single footprint on the white as cotton snow for half a day. The sense of loneliness, the fresh smell of the snow and the dying struggle of the prey during the hunt emanated. The screams were combined together and fused into an exciting tune, which touched the male bloodthirsty factor deeply rooted in his blood, and greatly released his suppressed emotions.

From the bloody masculinity in the hunting ground just now to the soft and delicate in front of him, he was still a little bit slow, "It's not my blood. I'm not injured, don't worry."

Feng Jiu: "..." I'm not worried either.

"How many blind bears have you caught?"

"Four heads. I brought back two pairs of bear paws. You can eat them tomorrow." He stretched out his hand to shave the bridge of Fengjiu's pretty nose, with a bit of a smile on his face, as if he was laughing at Fengjiu's gluttony .

Feng Jiu: "..." I don't mean that either, I don't particularly want to eat bear paws, do I?

Today's dinner is Wu Ma's chef, she is busy serving food with Qiu Sheng and Bao Ping, serving the couple for dinner.Wu Ma peeped, but she was extremely satisfied in her heart: the love for the girl in my uncle's eyes was too much to contain, and it was pouring out.

But didn't he realize it?
At the dinner table, Ning Zheng told Feng Jiu that the bear's paws had already been taken to the big kitchen, so let the chefs in the big kitchen cook such labor-intensive dishes.

This is Ai Wu Ji Wu, Qiu Sheng feels the same as Wu Ma: this is a new idiom that the girl taught her today, that is to say, the uncle loves the girl so much that he even touches everyone around her.

Although she had read the newspaper, Qiu Sheng still felt that Miss Ten was not as good-looking as a girl, nor did she have the status of a girl's wife. I'm afraid it was written by tabloids again—it depends on how kind my uncle is to the girl. He couldn't think of anything he could do to apologize to the girl.

So sometimes, it's better to be simple in one's mind; a delicate heart like Feng Jiu's who turns back and forth is easy to make mistakes.

Ning Zheng changed his clothes, had dinner, and went out quickly, saying that he would not be coming back tonight, and that he had to discuss with the chief financial officer about the payment of military pay to the Ning army in the coming year, and it was expected that there would be some arguing.

Naturally, Feng Jiu had no objection, she just nodded with a half-smile to express her understanding, and Ning Zheng was still immersed in the pleasure brought by the hunt, so she didn't notice anything unusual.

After an unavoidable, suffocating deep kiss, Feng Jiu waved him off, and then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash without delay.

At noon the next day, Feng Jiu really ate grilled bear paws, which were considered the most precious ingredient in the "Eight Treasures Outside the Pass". Could the bear paws hunted by Ning Zheng be more delicious?

Bong Jiupin offered a product, but unfortunately found that there was not.

She can also be regarded as a kind of person who is so calm and objective that it is outrageous.

After dinner, Fengjiu reviewed the letters from her high school classmates who had gone to college in the past two years in the study.

At that time, Zheng Li hadn't been with her second cousin yet. In the letter, she said that she would often go to the film studio to watch "Brother Chunshan" making movies in her spare time after class. Also handsome.

Feng Jiu thought, it turned out that these two people had already had signs.

And Wen Xiuwei from Yanda University didn't say a word about the new suitor Ke Weili in her recent letter, Feng Jiu couldn't help laughing, this little girl is still carrying it.

According to Ning Zheng, Ke Weili pursued Weiwei with great enthusiasm, but the way was novel. When the two met, they played badminton, tennis, golf, swimming and skating, and even played Go a few times...

It's so good for your health.Very good, grind it slowly.

Weiwei would dutifully describe her university campus life in detail in the letter, otherwise, how would Feng Jiu know that the students of Yenching University have to rely on cod liver oil to make up for the harm caused by insufficient outdoor sports and insufficient sunlight.

For example, the facilities in Yanda’s dormitory are all the most advanced: heating, bathtubs, flush toilets, public drinking water fountains…

Another example is that she can often meet the bookish anthropologist Professor Wu Wenzao by the Weiming Lake of Yanda University, and the gentle little woman who accompanies him is the female writer, writer and writer who is admired by most Chinese intellectual women. Professor Bing Xin, Professor Feng Youlan who wrote "History of Chinese Philosophy", Mr. Zhou Zuoren, an outstanding representative of the New Culture Movement, and Mr. Qian Mu, a master of Chinese studies known as "the last scholar-bureaucrat", and of course their lovely principal Leighton Stuart gentlemen……

It would be a great blessing for so many masters and great masters to listen to the Sanskrit sounds and ask for advice in person.

As usual, Fengjiu felt melancholy while reading the old letter, if he was still in university, if he was on Harvard campus...

Then she wrote another letter to Zheng Li——she was about to give birth, Fengjiu couldn't do much, but she still had to support her girlfriends spiritually; Weiwei didn't need it, she would return to Fengtian this winter vacation, but once Waiting for Chun'er, her father will return to Sichuan with his family, which is another sad thing. There are fewer and fewer middle school friends around her.

She finally wrote to Melanie, because this letter had to be the longest, otherwise Melanie would be picky: Melanie was a teacher at Beipiao Middle School, and she often wrote As soon as he wrote anecdotes about the class, how cute the children were, Feng Jiu realized that he wanted to be a mother.

After a night and a morning of heated arguments, Ning Zheng, who was in the military headquarters and didn't care to catch up on sleep, hurried back again.

After entering the door, he asked where the third young lady was, Qiu Sheng quickly pointed to the study room, Ning Zheng walked over and pushed open the study door, just in time to see Feng Jiu sitting on a chair depressed, and Tai Shan leaning against her with a winking look next to the leg of the chair, silently accompanying her in a daze.

Hearing footsteps, Feng Jiu looked up at him, "Huh? I came back early today."

Ning Zheng nodded, walked over, held her face in his hands, and looked at her carefully: "Why are you unhappy?"

Feng Jiu naturally said nothing, lowered his eyes and grabbed Ning Zheng's hand, trying to free his face from his grasp, Ning Zheng looked down at the headers of the letters in her hand, it was either Yenching University or Nankai University, Fudan University, Ning Zheng University, etc. Zheng knew it well - as long as she read the letters from her high school classmates who went to university, her mood would fluctuate obviously that day, but she still had to ask clearly, Feng Jiu was annoyed: "I... my stomach and waist are a little sore , just a little nervous."

Ning Zheng paused and understood, "Do you need me to cover it for you?" Then he pulled Feng Jiu up, sat down by himself, then hugged her, let her sit on his lap, and held her like a little girl. He shook slightly like a child: "Wrote so many pages of letters?"

As soon as he mentioned this, he became angry, Feng Jiu pouted and remained silent.

Ning Zheng still wanted to tease her: "I never stopped you from continuing to study, I really miss you so much, tell me."

Feng Jiu's eyes lit up, could it be that the matter he planned could be resolved?But...she narrowed her eyes slightly, and the incongruous stubbornness in her usually well-behaved and innocent eyes appeared again: "What conditions?"

Ning Zheng looked at the little wild cat, and asked indifferently: "What do you say?"

"Having a baby? But after giving birth, can I throw away my hands and go to school by myself? Then when the child grows up to four or five years old, can I still go out?"

"When my father was my age, he had three kids. I didn't have any, and that's a shame."

Feng Jiu muttered: "How many of the three children were born to the mother?"

Ning Zheng replied with a slight smile: "One, just my eldest sister."

Feng Jiu raised his head lightly and glanced at Ning Zheng: "Today, I heard Wu Ma say something interesting..."

"Let's hear it?" Ning Zheng happily jumped into the pit, not caring.

"'Toads don't grow hair, they follow their roots.'"

Ning Zheng laughed, and tapped the tip of her nose: "I didn't think about it, you're thinking too much."

As soon as he raised his hand, a fresh scent of lemon came out from his sleeve, Feng Jiu couldn't help but shrugged his nose and sniffed again and again.

Ning Zheng couldn't help laughing: It's true that he has developed a habit now, that is, whenever he appears in front of Fengjiu, he always maintains a fresh and pleasant body odor, which requires him to find a place before going home. bathe.

Feng Jiu thought, this might be an opportunity, after all, the old saying "If you can't let go of a child, you can't tie a wolf", here it should be "If you can't let go of Ning Zheng, you can't tie a university".

However, what is there that a husband can't give up?According to the evolutionary level of men in Chinese society today, it is only a matter of time before Ning Zheng marries Xiao and Pipa. From the perspective of heredity and family tradition, it is even more likely to happen. Feng Jiu calmly calculated.

The importance of a husband to a wife should never be comparable to that of a biological child. She should be able to easily, instead of giving him up to another woman heartbreakingly, and then go to the wolf of "going to college".

In fact, this is Fengjiu's short-sightedness. The real way of getting along between husband and wife should be to exchange sincerity for sincerity, and can truly accompany you for a lifetime. Children who have left must be reliable.

But there is no way, who makes Fengjiu have too few good couples, and most of them are negative examples of infatuated wives and heartless people, so her plans have always been pessimistic, which is helpless.

Feng Jiu thought about it and continued: "The big man of the day, father needless to say, Jiang Gong also had several concubines before marrying Mrs. Jiang; Yuan Shikai's backyard is also very lively..."

Feng Jiu didn't realize it, she just imagined it for a while, and although she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, she thought it was still acceptable; in fact, for a person like Feng Jiu who has a mental cleanliness, she had no way of knowing, if Ning Zheng really Her concubines are in groups, can she bear it...

Ning Zheng casually played with her slender fingers, rubbed them back and forth, put them to his mouth and bit them—it was as soft as dough; he turned his head to enclose her white earlobes, and licked her small shell ears, Sucking kisses back and forth along the pinna, when Feng Jiu stopped, he continued: "And then?"

Feng Jiu was really tired of his overly intimate behavior, as if she was a pet he raised that could be played with at any time, but now she wants to solve the problem, and these things can be ignored for the time being.

"Why don't you find a few, 'confidantes'? You want to keep them outside, or bring them in, or simply..." Before he finished speaking, there was a sharp pain in his ears, and Ning Zheng bit them. she.

Feng Jiu let out a short "ah", it really hurts!While furious, he reflexively touched his ears.Her pain nerves are too developed, and she is so afraid of pain that she is dying. Ning Zheng actually dared to pluck the hair on the tiger's head: Even if what he said didn't suit his mind, he just said it. Biting is nothing. Got a four-legged beast?
Feng Jiu's hands were grabbed by Ning Zheng, and they were firmly intertwined. He also squeezed her whole body into his arms. A hot and humid object slowly crawled over her burning ear. Feng Jiu moaned in pain, and moved slightly Trying to break free, but it was useless; then the whole ear was sucked in, Feng Jiu didn't dare to move, or the ear would be lost, and the object persistently flicked the injured part repeatedly, it took a while for Ning Zheng to Looking down at her deeply, "Does it hurt?"

This is not nonsense, considering Ning Zheng's strong hand strength, Feng Jiu concluded that he is now burning with anger, Feng Jiu, who has always been a good man who does not suffer immediate losses, did not dare to say anything, and could only stare at him innocently and angrily.

Ning Zheng grabbed her hand and pressed it heavily on his chest, letting her feel the heavy and slow heartbeat in his hard chest, "...I also hurt."

...I can't feel it, but Feng Jiu's pain is real.

Feng Jiu felt that this was a proposal that both parties could be satisfied with, so why didn't he accept it?If he was at a disadvantage, he was also at a disadvantage. He had such a huge advantage to take advantage of, so why did he act like he had suffered a huge disadvantage?
"Aren't you in a hurry to have a child? You also know that I can't..." Feng Jiuyue said more and more angrily, "There are women who are willing to give birth to you, why don't you go to them?"

In fact, it was not until now that Feng Jiu confirmed that she was not really so indifferent to the tabloid reports.

"I don't know what happened? Why do you still get jealous after listening to it?" Only then did Ning Zheng hear Feng Jiu's meaning.

But it's been a while since he saw her, and he's been missing her unbearably, even though he's angry with her, he still can't help talking while not forgetting to give her his hands.

"As far as your glorious romantic history is concerned, who can trust you?" Feng Jiu muttered while hiding, thinking about those gossips and gossips... It has only been a long time since they got married, and the name of Marshal Ning has started to make lace news again up?
Where did this newspaper come from? Feng Jiu simply doesn’t like to think about it. Isn’t it just the fourth concubine who was beaten by the old man and Ning Zheng for half a year, but who was actually rampant? She was just a young girl, so she started bouncing around again, seizing every opportunity she had to meet her, and even came to her door in person to spread some rumors about Ning Zheng's street scandal in Beijing and Tianjin, and used it as a kind reminder to add trouble to her if there was anything to do. .

Seven or eight days ago, she was even more smug. She brought a street newspaper and showed her a large photo of Ning Zheng and Miss Liang Shi. On the surface, she was persuaded to open up, but in fact, she was instigating the flames, making people despised.

In the past, Fengjiu didn't bother to talk to her. To be polite, he just let her talk every time. He sat across from him, but in fact, one ear went in and one ear went out, and he remained motionless like a mountain.

But the clay figurines still have a rustic nature, not to mention that Fengjiu, a spoiled girl, never forgot to keep accounts for the fourth aunt in secret. Counting this time, this has happened three times. "Things are nothing more than three things", Feng Jiu finally decided not to bear it anymore, first he warned her to find out her identity and drive her away, and then called her elder brother to sell a few mountain treasures run by her natal brother under the name of the fourth aunt. The fourth aunt's mother's family lost a lot of money after being rudely suppressed.

It wasn't until her younger brother came to the mansion the next day to find her crying that the fourth aunt realized that the third young lady was not as weak as she appeared on the surface. The heart is cruel and the hands are black.

And what enlightenment did Fengjiu draw from this - at critical moments, her natal family is still reliable.

This is the most reasonable saying, and all married women must remember it.

(End of this chapter)