The rebirth of the first daughter and the scumbag

Chapter 207 Stool Theory

Zhuang Jingyi inhaled hard, suppressing the anger in her heart, but the expression on her face was a bit ugly.

"My mansion, the clan's mansion has not been settled yet, because people from the Ministry of Industry said that there is no mansion vacant now, so I decided to live in Yue's house from now on." Yuan Zhihao raised the teacup gently She took a sip, and before Zhuang Jingyi could speak, she added, "Mother-in-law arranged my yard next to yours, so that we can increase our relationship."

"..." Zhuang Jingyi opened her mouth, and couldn't help but start complaining in her heart, what kind of bullshit reason is this!

"Miss Zhuang..." Yuan Zhihao raised his hand and put the teacup on the stone table, then raised his head and looked at Zhuang Jingyi, "I wonder what Miss Zhuang likes to do in her free time?"

Zhuang Jingyi looked up at Yuan Zhihao, what is he trying to do?fall in love? !

"What? Miss Zhuang is embarrassed?" Seeing that Zhuang Jingyi just looked at him without speaking, Yuan Zhihao twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that he thought was very chic, "Miss Zhuang, between you and me..."

"Wait, wait." Zhuang Jingyi couldn't bear it anymore, and stopped Yuan Zhihao from continuing. Why didn't he find out that he was such a self-talking person? !
Yuan Zhihao closed his mouth obediently, then blinked at Zhuang Jingyi: "Miss Zhuang, please tell me."

"My lord, you and I are not familiar with each other. I don't think so. You don't need to make such a posture. It's easy to make people laugh." Zhuang Jingyi didn't seem to see Yuan Zhihao's expressionless expression on his face. .

"Miss Zhuang, since the first time I saw you on the street of Bailucheng, I have..." Yuan Zhihao became anxious.

Zhuang Jingyi raised her hand again to stop Yuan Zhihao from continuing: "My lord, as for what this marriage is for, everyone knows it well, you don't need to pretend to be affectionate, and you don't have to let it People have lost their big teeth with acid."

Yuan Zhihao's face froze for a moment, and then his face collapsed, showing a sad face: "Ayi, I really have a heart for you, you, you..., you say that, I am really sad... "

Zhuang Jingyi looked at Yuan Zhihao with a sad face, and suddenly felt a little unbelievable in her heart. Could it be that he really..., just as this thought arose, Zhuang Jingyi ruthlessly strangled him to death. Pies are even rarer!
"My lord, if you are acting like this, it will be difficult for us to continue." Zhuang Jingyi frowned, "I don't know why you put on such an appearance, if it is beneficial to you, I don't want to pursue it, but since you If you and I want to get together to live together, we should spread out the thoughts in our hearts."

Yuan Zhihao stared blankly at Zhuang Jingyi, the sadness on his face gradually subsided, and he glanced at the yard, the face of the little maid kneeling in the middle of the yard was already swollen, Qiuxiang was holding the bag in her hand, Appreciating a few women, the maids and women all around looked at Qiuxiang cautiously, held their breaths, and even breathed softly.

Yuan Zhihao sighed for a long time, and suddenly said something irrelevant: "Qiuxiang is a good one."

Zhuang Jingyi turned to look at Qiuxiang: "Qiuxiang, drag her to the firewood room and lock her up. When her teeth come, she will be sold immediately. When others are free, let them go."

Qiuxiang nodded, and gave a few quick instructions. The two rough maids dragged the little maid away, and everyone returned to their respective positions, and the courtyard suddenly became quiet.

"Do you think I'm vicious?" The corner of Zhuang Jingyi's mouth hooked up, revealing a sneer.

"Only when a person is guaranteed to survive can he develop a compassionate heart." Yuan Zhihao stared at Zhuang Jingyi's face, and slowly said this sentence word by word.

Zhuang Jingyi was taken aback by Yuan Zhihao's words: "Since everyone is trying to survive, if the prince doesn't say anything, if I do something at that time, it will kill the prince's life. Don't blame me."

Yuan Zhihao sighed softly, looked up at Qiuxiang, and ordered: "Qiuxiang, I'm talking to your girl, you go to the side and watch some, don't let idlers get close."

"Yes." Qiuxiang replied, and was about to watch, but heard Yuan Zhihao's voice ringing again, "Go and make a pot of good tea, and I want the good tea that your girl treasures. We need to use this kind of tea dregs to fool us again."

Qiuxiang's face turned red, she turned and entered the room, and soon came out again, put the celadon sweet white glazed teapot on the stone table, turned back and went in, took an embroidery shed, and brought a small table At home, I sat far away by the steps in front of the house, bowed my head and started sewing.

Yuan Zhihao picked up the teapot and poured Zhuang Jingyi a cup of tea: "Ayi, drink a cup of tea first, let's talk slowly."

Zhuang Jingyi was not polite to Yuan Zhihao either, she reached out to take it, then raised her head and looked into Yuan Zhihao's eyes: "Speak."

Yuan Zhihao also poured himself a cup, lifted it up, put it to his mouth, took a sip, and then said: "Ayi, I don't want to hide it from you, but I just said it today... It's a bit hurtful. .”

Zhuang Jingyi didn't answer the conversation, but just sipped her tea with her head down.

"Okay." Yuan Zhihao sighed again helplessly, "I just wanted to show my heart by marrying you. My father has many sons, but eight or nine of them are adults. These people are all covetous Stare at that position..."

"Do you want to use this marriage to tell these people that you have no interest in that position?" Although Zhuang Jingyi's sentence was a question, she said it in a declarative tone, "I am a remarried woman. If you marry a remarried woman, you will never have the chance to sit in that position again. You are using this marriage to show your will, and then my father has a certain amount of weight in the court anyway, so that those individuals will not be against you. Poisonous hands, at least they still have to take my father's feelings into consideration..."

Zhuang Jingyi's voice paused, and suddenly the corner of her mouth curled up, revealing a sneering smile, "Or, those people who are interested in that position will still show favor to you and win you over in order to seek my father's support , in this way, you can have both ways!"

Zhuang Jingyi's voice suddenly sank: "My lord, you are really good at calculating! You really have calculated everything, and you have calculated everyone's interests!"

"..." Yuan Zhihao didn't expect Zhuang Jingyi to be so sharp, and suddenly became tongue-tied.

"My lord has been planning for today for a long time." Zhuang Jingyi's voice became colder and colder, "When I was waiting for the mansion in Jing'an, I sat on the stone bench for a while, and it happened that I heard my mother-in-law talking about righteousness. At that time, I felt strange about the unrighteousness, but now that I think about it, it should be your arrangement."

When Yuan Zhihao arrived at this time, he was quite a bachelor, nodded and said: "I arranged that time. But Ayi, you didn't get out of the cage of Jing'an Hou Mansion because of this. Speaking of which, Ayi, you still I have to thank you."

"Jing'anhou's Mansion is a prison. Could it be that your Anjun Palace is heaven?" Zhuang Jingyi sneered again and again, "It's just jumping from one cage to another. What's there to be happy about!"

After hearing Zhuang Jingyi's words, Yuan Zhihao immediately became proud: "Ayi, so you are worried about this, but you are really worrying too much. Don't worry, you have entered the Anjun Palace, and you are the mistress of the Anjun Palace. Someone will come to bully you, unlike that Jing'an Hou Mansion..."

"Will no one bully me?" The sneer on Zhuang Jingyi's face became wider, and she interrupted Yuan Zhihao's words, "The prince has never heard of: Wherever there are women, there will be fights? In your An County In the palace, there are a lot of side concubines, concubines, and housekeepers."

"What's the matter, these women are like objects, A Yi, you can keep the ones you like, if you don't like them, beat them, scold them, or throw them out, it's all up to you, A Yi. "Yuan Zhihao stared at Zhuang Jingyi and smiled, "Ayi, you have made a big fuss."

Zhuang Jingyi looked at Yuan Zhihao who was smiling happily, this smug stallion, who will be her husband in the future, couldn't help but cast aside her heart.

"Listen to me?" Zhuang Jingyi raised her head, and suddenly snorted coldly, "My lord, why are you in such a mess now?"

Yuan Zhihao was stunned for a moment, although he didn't understand what Zhuang Jingyi said, but after thinking about it, he said, "Of course it's because my good brothers don't want me to sit in that chair."

"Because there is only one chair on the highest one, and everyone wants to sit on it, so you are all bloody, and in the Prince's Mansion of Anjun, aren't you the equivalent of that chair? If you want to sit on your chair, how can you not fight for blood?"

"..." Yuan Zhihao suddenly became dumb. He lowered his head and tried to think about it. Feel.

Zhuang Jingyi looked at Yuan Zhihao's face full of sarcasm: "I want to marry a husband who can really love me and love me, not the stool in the living room, any woman can go and sit on it. "

Yuan Zhihao's face froze for a moment. After tasting Zhuang Jingyi's words, the more he tasted, the more unpleasant it became. According to her, what did he become? !The stool in the living room, as long as a woman can sit on it? !This is what I said, like that, that...

"Ayi, this..." Yuan Zhihao wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know what words to use.

"My lord." Zhuang Jingyi looked at Yuan Zhihao's disgusted face, "It's just that I'm a clean freak, and I find the stools that many women have sat on to be dirty."

"..." At this time, Yuan Zhihao's head was covered with black lines.

(End of this chapter)