The Male Wife

What happened in Beiyuan was soon passed to the West Courtyard.

Hu Xiayun directly threw the freshly brewed hot tea on the ground, and the hot hot tea splashed on Qiuyi who was kneeling on the ground. Qiuyi was uncontrollable for a while and screamed. After the reaction, he trembles and trembles. , "Ma'am, the slave-servant is not intentional." Hu Xiayun looked at Qiu Yi's series of reactions with cold eyes. The jealousy in her heart seemed to burn her entire person, and it would not be calm for a long time.

"You really saw Sanye handing a piece of jade to Jiang Yanzhi." Hu Xiayun asked again uncertainly, "Are you sure you read it right?"

There were tears in the corner of Qiuyi's eyes, "The slave-servant did not misread it. The three masters really gave that piece of jade to Master Yan."

Hu Xiayun squeezed the handle of the chair violently, clenching his teeth, and said in a word: "Sanye has never given Qier a piece of jade."

Qiuyi endured the pain of his legs being burned, and barely squeezed out a smile, echoing: "Sanye didn't know what evil was in it. However, it is estimated that this is also the scene that Sanye did. It should not be true."

Hu Xiayun stood up a little irritably. She took two steps and her face was full of frustration. "Nonsense! You know what, the old man's piece of jade, but the old lady asked the Emperor City to bring it back. "

Before he had finished speaking, Hu Xiayun stopped talking, his face covered with haze.

Jiang Sanye sent Jiang Yanzhi a piece of jade, but never sent her Qi'er. How could this special treatment make Hu Xiayun smooth.

Qiuyi crawled up from the ground and left the house quietly.

The old lady, who had fallen asleep early, only knew about it the next day. When she learned what Jiang Sanye did, she immediately told her to call back Jiang Sanye who was still working in the government.

Jiang Sanye was hurriedly called back by his old lady early in the morning. He thought he was in a hurry, and he didn't even take off his official uniform. He went directly to the western courtyard.

The old lady sat on the low couch, covered with a soft quilt, and lowered her eyes, not speaking for a while.

Jiang Sanye, who had not been taken care of by the old lady, finally recalled it and considered, "Mother is angry about what her son did last night?"

The old lady raised her eyes and glanced at Jiang Sanye lukewarmly. Her eyes were full of reproach, but more was helpless. "What did you do last night, do you still count in your heart."

Grandpa Jiang rubbed his forehead in embarrassment and said, "Mother, this is the second time I saw and heard. When I saw him last time, he was still in his baby. As my third uncle, I haven't given him What ever. "

"I know you don't want to give outsiders the chance to gossip." The old lady was even more angry when she mentioned this matter. "But in life, it's impossible to do everything without fail. What's more, you don't want to send anything bad. I want to send that piece of jade. "

Jiang Sanye smiled helplessly, admitting to listen to the old lady's nagging.

The old lady chattered: "That piece of jade was specially brought back from the imperial city, and I invited a monk to open it. That's to protect you from going to the future. You said, you gave it to nothing. Do n’t understand what a little doll does. "

Jiang Sanye smiled indifferently: "Things have been sent out, so don't mention it again."

The old lady sneered, seeming to be laughing at the innocence of Grandpa Jiang. Jiang Sanye is a man, or a reader who only wants to read sage books. Where do I know if the women in the backyard are right or wrong?

Sure enough, Jiang Sanye didn't think he had done anything wrong.

"You only sent Jiang Yanzhi, but not Qi'er. Young man, what do you think of Xia Yun?" The old lady lowered her eyes and said no more.

Grandpa Jiang felt that the old lady was worried. Hu Xiayun didn't lack money. How could he mind a piece of jade? He said, "Kirr hasn't lost any jade in these years. The sister-in-law shouldn't mind. The mother is worried. "

The old lady waved her hands and didn't want to argue with her silly son, saying, "The jade piece will be given. But old boy, you remember, no matter what you have in the future, you must give Qier first. Others People, do n’t bother. ”

Jiang Sanye pursed his lips, because of the reasons of the previous generation, so his mother has never waited to see Jiang Rongzhi. He used to think it was nothing, but now he thinks his mother has done too much.

Even if Jiang Rongzhi's mother had done too much, it was a thing of the past, and Jiang Rongzhi should not be affected, but also Jiang Yanzhi.

But Grandpa Jiang didn't talk to persuade the old lady. After a while, he said, "Okay, I remember."

The old lady smiled with satisfaction. "After a while, I will give the monk a piece of jade, let him open the light, and give you a marriage by the way."

Jiang Sanye froze, then nodded as usual.

After talking about this matter, the mother and son talked about other things casually, but before long, the old lady was sleepy, and Jiang Sanye had to get up and leave.

East courtyard.

Pei Cheng should have blown the wind last night, so when he came together this morning, he felt a headache and felt uncomfortable, but he didn't take it seriously. Sanxi came up with a saucer just out of the pan and steamed pastry, and placed it on the desk, in front of Pei Cheng who was reading a book, whispered: "The cook just steamed the pastry. , Madam, do you want to try it? "

Pei Cheng just planned to turn the page, looked at Sanxi, and said, "Is this cake specially delivered as soon as it came out?"

Sanxi immediately understood and hurried to add another sentence, saying: "Yes. Just asked the servant who delivered the cakes just now, saying that the second prince had ordered it early in the morning, and the cooks would make special trips to deliver the freshly steamed sweet cakes every day. Go to the courtyard. "

Pei Cheng pursed his lips and couldn't speak out at all, but after he recovered, Sanxi had consciously walked to the door and stood.

The sweet cake before me was still steaming out.

Pei Cheng stared at the sweet cake in front for a while, before reaching out, picking up a piece, and feeding it into his mouth while it was hot.

The sweet and greasy taste immediately filled the whole mouth, Pei Cheng unconsciously squinted his eyes and enjoyed his face.

It may be that the sweets are rarely eaten in childhood, or because the life is too bitter. In short, Pei Cheng likes to eat sweets, the sweeter the more.

After eating three pieces in a row, Pei Cheng couldn't eat any more. He looked at the plate in front of him, pursing his lips, thinking that Jiang Yanzhi in the yard next door was still literate with Jiang Rin, so he stood up and headed towards the gate Walk in the direction.

Sanxi, who had just planned to keep up with Pei Cheng's steps, was called, and Pei Cheng said, "Let the cook send a plate of sweet cakes and salted cakes to Er Ye's yard."

Jiang Rongzhi doesn't like sweet cakes, but Pei Cheng can still see it.

Sanxi agreed, and watched as Pei Cheng left, then pouted, and quickly ran towards the kitchen. Pei Cheng stood at the door of the house, reaching for the East that was about to go in, and whispered. Road: "I'll take a look, don't disturb the second lord."

East came without hesitation and nodded immediately. Since he was called by the second man to command the kitchen to make a special steamed sweet cake for Pei Cheng early this morning, he dared not show improper attitude towards Pei Cheng.

Pei Cheng stood at the door of the house, listening to the sound from inside.

Jiang Rongzhi took a book and read a paragraph. After explaining the meaning of this paragraph concisely, he glanced at the direction of the door, pressed down the corner of his mouth, and said, "Write the words you just taught you."

Jiang Yanzhi didn't touch the pen in front of him, put his hands on the table, and looked up at Jiang Rongzhi seriously.

Jiang Rongzhi frowned, saying, "Why not write."

His patience with Jiang Yanzhi was only because the other person had his own blood. If it were not for this, he would never waste his time teaching a little baby who knew nothing. Even if this little doll is very sensible, it won't make trouble.

But Jiang Rongzhi didn't have much affection for Jiang Yanzhi.

Jiang Yanzhi was stiff for a moment. Jiang Rongzhi didn't like him very much. How could he treat Jiang Rongzhi differently?

When Jiang Rinzhi was impatient, Jiang Yanzhi whispered: "How to write the name of father, father."

The implication is that I don't want to learn a few words that Jiang Rinzhi taught him today, but I want to write Pei Cheng's name.

How could Jiang Rongzhi not hear the meaning of Jiang Yanzhi's words, he narrowed his eyes, a deep thought flashed in his eyes, and then walked to Jiang Yanzhi's side, picked up the pen, and wrote two words .

They all say that their characters are as good as others, but Jiang Rongzhi's words are different from what he feels to others. They are strong and powerful, and they don't look like people who have been sick for a long time.

Jiang Yanzhi, holding a pen holder, devoted himself to learning Jiang Rongzhi's writing on paper, and wrote Pei Cheng's name.

After listening to Pei Cheng for a long time, he didn't hear anything. He just planned to turn around and leave, but he heard Sanxi said, "Ma'am, both the sweet cake and the salted cake are steamed."

Pei Cheng: "..."

With a click, Jiang Rongzhi stood at the door with a blank expression, but somehow made Pei Cheng feel that Jiang Rongzhi was very happy now.

Sanxi was holding the plate. Pei Cheng was more afraid of the lingering Jiang Lingzhi than Jiang Rinzhi. Sanxi bowed respectfully, holding the plate in his hand very stable. He said, "Er.

Jiang Rongzhi glanced at these people and finally stopped looking at Pei Cheng, saying, "Why don't you come in."

Pei Cheng touched his nose awkwardly. He never thought of coming in from the beginning, but since Jiang Lingzhi had spoken, he could not refute Jiang Lingzhi's face in front of everyone, so he followed his meaning , Said: "Well. I'll take a look at you."

Jiang Yanzhi, who was sitting behind the desk, brightened his eyes and couldn't help looking in the direction of the door. He heard Pei Cheng's voice. Sanxi placed the plate with salted cakes and sweet cakes on the table in the house, and said again, "Your master knows good", and then bowed and left quietly.

Pei Cheng walked to Jiang Yanzhi's side, and before he had time to speak, he saw that there were two words of dragon and phoenix dancing on the paper, and he immediately stood in the spot, and did not react for a long time.

Jiang Yan knew that he was angry, and put down his pen anxiously, waiting for Pei Cheng to scold himself.

Pei Cheng did not scold him.

Jiang Rongzhi, who was on the side, took all the complex expressions on Pei Cheng's face into his eyes, and then silently picked up a piece of salty cake and put it in his mouth.

The next second, Jiang Rongzhi frowned, speeding up the chewing speed, and swallowed quickly.

He doesn't like sweet cakes, and he also doesn't like salty cakes.

I thought that his taste would change with time after so many years, but now it seems that some dislikes in the bones will not change with time.