You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 331 Awake
"If you are married and there is an evil mother-in-law bullying you, is it possible that my brother can argue with a woman?" Wen Yizhen thought for a moment, and felt that he would really do such a thing.

"Don't worry, brother, Qing'er understands." Wen Qing'er smiled and squeezed her brother's hand: "Which family doesn't have a difficult scripture to recite, Qing'er is not afraid of anything with my brother's backing!"

"That's why brother should study hard. If he is a good official, let's see who dares to bully Qing'er!"

"Then you can wait!" Wen Yizhen was a little relieved seeing that Wen Qing'er was safer than before.

Wen Yizhen stretched out her hand and gestured on her chest for a while: "When did Qing'er see her brother's beard grow so long, maybe it's time for the official to pay homage to the prime minister!"

Wen Qing'er smiled heartily, pointed at herself and said with a smile: "Then Qing'er has become an old woman too! How can there be such a wicked mother-in-law!"

Wen Yizhen was also very happy, looking at Wen Qing'er's smiling face, she secretly made up her mind: With his brother around for a day, he will definitely not let Qing'er be wronged!
Even after returning home, Wen Yizhen didn't dare to relax in his studies. He went back to the front yard to freshen up. Wen Yizhen couldn't care less about rest, so he looked for books and read, and he didn't even know how many times the boy in the middle changed the tea.

Knowing that his two sons had returned home, Wen Zhaozhen missed them very much, so Tete left the yamen ahead of time and rushed back to the mansion without alarming others, he walked around the front yard twice to see what they were doing.

Seeing that Wen Yizhen only read the books of sages, Wen Zhaozhen nodded in satisfaction, and went out of the courtyard without making a sound.

But when he saw Wen Yishuo, Wen Zhao really wanted to pat him with two big ear scrapers, especially with Wen Yizhen as the foil, it made Wen Yishuo even more stubborn.

Lie on the couch to rest and rest, why is there a little maid in disheveled clothes on the couch!

Wen Zhaozhen just cast a glance, then hurriedly flicked his sleeves and walked outside the house, his face flushed with anger, pointing at the servant in the yard and angrily said: "Go! Get a bucket of ice water! Let your second young master sober up!"

The little servants in the yard trembled, none of them dared to obey, although they were also afraid of being punished by the second young master after waking up, but right now they have to pass the master's test first.

Although it was not yet the twelfth lunar month of winter, the water in the well had been covered with a thin layer of ice early on. The two boys worked together to break the ice surface and scooped up a bucket of ice-crumb well water.

Going down this bucket was not just for fun, Wen Yishuo and the maid jumped out of the couch with a cry of "Aw!", trembling all over their bodies, their mind went blank for a moment, and they didn't know where they were.

Wen Yishuo wiped the icicles off his face, and hurriedly found clothes to wrap himself up. He didn't know whether he was angry or cold, his face turned pale, and he roared angrily with trembling lips: "You are crazy! Who gave you the courage to dare?" It disturbed my good sleep!"

"It's your old man!" Wen Zhaozhen said angrily, then went into the room with his sleeves flicked and gave Wen Yishuo a big slap on the ear.

The little maid screamed, and hurriedly grabbed the clothes on the ground and ran away as if fleeing for her life. Wen Yishuo turned her face, her calves trembled, and her arrogance disappeared without a trace.

how!Why is father here!
Wen Yishuo hurriedly knelt down at Wen Zhaozhen's feet, and couldn't help admitting his mistake: "My son made a mistake. For a while, a ghost was in my head, and somehow that girl ran to my son's couch. My son didn't mean it!"

Seeing that Wen Yishuo kept blaming the maid, Wen Zhaozhen took two steps back and sat down on the chair, full of disappointment.

(End of this chapter)