marry a noble wife

Chapter 22
Mother Feng saw how pitiful she looked, and wanted to comfort her, but she couldn't say anything, so she sighed and stood silently.

Jiuya was bored, and returned sadly. It seemed that it was impossible to find a little warmth of family affection in this Song residence, or someone who could cheer her up.

But she had to wake up twelve minutes, because Xiao Shi had already been angered, so she had to wait to deal with her.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Tingda sent Awang to Jiuya with a set of clothes that were as soft as peach blossoms and made of drunken beauty, saying that it was a banquet for Mrs. An in a few days, so she must dress decently.He also said that he would find someone to make peace with Mrs. An in the past two days, and that the divorce would definitely not happen, so Jiuya would stay alone, and then she would definitely let her marry into An's family in a prosperous manner.

Holding the soft dress, yesterday's resentment towards Song Tingda's father disappeared instantly.From the standpoint of a big patriarch, if he didn't do that yesterday, he would lose face for the entire Song family.And, after learning the truth last night, didn't he also fine Jin Zhi?Although Xiao shirked the disaster with illness, it also proved that the head of the family had an upright heart and loved her as a daughter, and that was enough.

This dress also represented his apology for the inconvenient expression, why didn't she accept it?This is also a family relationship that has not been easy to win after successive battles.

After reaping the benefits, I no longer feel angry, so I obediently mixed two pots of coffee with milk and handed it to Awang. Awang was overjoyed. I didn't expect the eighth girl to be so transparent. She knew what the master meant without explaining. No wonder the master praised her from time to time behind her back. .

After eating breakfast, Jiuya was thinking about whether Song Tingda should get married if she could save her relationship with An's family, when Chunmei suddenly ran in in a panic, "Girl, girl, there is good news."

Xiucai shouted: "What is worth shouting about? If you're so unruly, you'll lose the girl's face if you go out in the future."

After yesterday's incident, Xiucai seemed to have suddenly realized many things, no matter what she said or did, she began to consider for Jiuya from the bottom of her heart.In fact, this girl is pretty good at doing things seriously, she is well-organized and can make her considerate, Jiuya is also very satisfied.

Chunmei stuck out her tongue, and hurriedly said: "Young lady, go and clean up after eating. I heard that Young Master An is here. He must be here to see the young lady."

Jiuya was taken aback, what is he doing here at this time?Do you want to divorce yourself?

Just as she was thinking about it, a maid from Xiao's side came to invite her outside the house, "Miss Ba, my wife told you to come over immediately."

This time Xiao's was plugged in, I really don't know if this trip is a blessing or a curse.Chunmei and Xiucai's mood fell from a high mountain to a valley. After all, my wife must have hated the girl for what happened yesterday. I was afraid that there would be no good fruit for this special invitation, so I couldn't help feeling a little worried.Looking at their suddenly heavy faces, Jiuya smiled lightly and said, "What are you afraid of? Soldiers come to block you, water comes to cover you, now that I am in chaos, girl, how can I be so easily bullied?"

She said it easily, and immediately dispelled many worries in the hearts of the two girls. After packing up, she went to Fuguixuan.

Anping Houfu.

In the Chunhua Courtyard, five or six maids and women tidied up and cleaned the house swiftly and frightenedly. Every time they did something, they couldn't help but look back and look at the pear blossom wooden bed lying on the bed for half a day. He glanced at the boy who was sleeping under the blanket.

No wonder they were afraid, it was because the third young master of the Hou Mansion was too capricious and bully, he would show his power to innocent servants like them every now and then.

At this time, Fu Yu was lying on the couch in magnificent and luxurious clothes, the bed was covered with dazzling silk and satin, his long eyelashes were thick, his eyes were closed tightly, and his sleeping face was peaceful, the colorful silk was very eye-catching, unexpectedly so striking. The meaning of mud but not stained.

His appearance was already extremely outstanding, but a little girl was so fascinated by the accident that she didn't even notice that the person on the bed had opened her eyes.Immediately afterwards, the blue and white porcelain that had just been cleaned suddenly flew towards the busy girl and woman like raindrops, and there was a crackling sound in the room, mixed with screams.

The maids and women hurriedly hugged their heads and fled out without daring to turn their heads.

Hearing the noise inside, the Jackdaw in a tight Tsing Yi walked in helplessly shaking his head, looked at Fu Yu who was still sitting on the bed and said helplessly: "I didn't expect the young master to wake up early today, so I just asked someone to come over to clean it, not on purpose to annoy the young master."

Fu Yu stared at him viciously, "Does it mean that even you hope that I won't wake up?"

Han Ziyaw stared at his silent mouth, and said with a smile: "Young Master, you are too worried. There may be many people in this world who hope that you won't wake up, but that doesn't include me and Shizi."

He didn't wait for Fu Yu to be entangled, so he changed the subject and said: "The son is waiting in the study, I heard that the Song family sent some drinks this morning, the son specially waited for you to wake up to drink together, wash up quickly. "

As soon as he heard that the Song Mansion had brought drinks, Fu Yu's eyes lit up when he was depressed. The smell from yesterday still lingered on his lips and teeth. It was very fragrant, and he couldn't miss it no matter what.

He got up quickly, his nurse Mama Xiong was already waiting outside the door, after serving him to wash, he rushed to the study like flying.

Fu Qingyan was picking up a pen and writing, writing and thinking about it, as if he was recalling and thinking about something.

Fu Yu took a closer look, a little surprised, isn't it the poem written by that fake lame girl yesterday?After a closer look, it is not true, because although the font is cursive, it is not as free and easy as that girl, and is more reserved and vigorous.

He pulled Fu Qingyan's sleeve, tilted his head and smiled strangely: "Why did you imitate that lame girl's words? Do you want to worship her as a teacher?"

Fu Qingyan had already raised his head when he pulled his sleeve, this is the way of communication between the two brothers.Because Fu Yu couldn't make a sound since he got sick, he was afraid that he would shut himself up and that he would refuse to speak in the future. As an older brother, he deliberately learned to read lips.This will not affect the natural conversation between the two.

He put down the pen and said with a smile: "Do you think your elder brother will lack a teacher who can write?"

(End of this chapter)