Houfu Key Class

This does not allow the right people to do the right things, but the mistress can do it all by herself. Is it because she wants to exhaust herself to death?

Xu Wan scratched her head, turned over and continued reading: "Item 6: Choose clothes, shoes and accessories for your husband all year round... This one is pretty reliable." Zong Zhao's mother-in-law takes care of all his clothes. You can also try to take them all.

"Article 7..."

"..."

"Article 14: After pregnancy, you must choose a concubine for your husband to have sex with..."

Xu Wan was yawning and complaining about how miserable the ladies in the capital were while reading, until she read this sentence and suddenly had a heart attack.

The hand that was originally flipping through the book was no longer interested in reading further. She closed the book and comforted herself: "Forget it, no one asked me to read these. It's more interesting to take care of the children's teaching."

Xu Wan randomly stuffed the books into the pile of books, picked out Qiu Wei's mock test paper and started reading...

In the next few days, Zong Zhao asked someone to send a message to the military camp on the outskirts of Beijing about something, and asked her not to worry about it. Xu Wan blinked, always feeling that he was avoiding her, but he didn't say it clearly, and she couldn't run away. The military camp asked him what happened, right?

Xu Wan ignored him and concentrated on taking the children to study. When she had free time, she went to see the little devil to see if his bad poetry had improved.

On the third day, I received an invitation from Mrs. Lu, the imperial censor of Youducha, inviting her family members to come and enjoy the flowers. Autumn was approaching, and Xu Wan wanted to refuse, but she thought that Yan Suxue had just regained her identity and needed to join her. I went to meet someone, so the two sisters went out together.

As soon as the two people left, the old lady couldn't sit still. She asked the old marquis to go to the military camp in person and called Zong Zhao back.

In the small courtyard, the old couple sat on chairs, looking at the tall son in front of them, their faces becoming more serious than the other.

Zong Zhao frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

The old lady was impatient and asked straight to the point: "Are you having trouble with Wan'er?"

Zong Zhao: "...No."

The old lady stood up angrily and said, "You said no, why don't you go home without you? The Yan family's cases have been investigated, and the military camp doesn't need you to train and prepare for war. Why do you always live outside if you don't go home?" "

Zong Zhao turned his eyes to the old marquis.

The old Marquis immediately felt guilty. He coughed and said: "Your mother was also worried about you, so she came to me to ask about things in the military camp. Zhao'er, we didn't want to interfere in your husband and wife's affairs, but your temper is not familiar to us. Your family can still understand that your wife is not familiar with you, and you still..."

This unfamiliar sentence was so heartbreaking that Zong Zhao fell silent for a moment.

The old lady continued to puncture his lungs: "Don't say anything. Today, while Wan'er is away, I have to make it clear to you. You asked us to help you marry your daughter-in-law, but after she was married, you left it alone. , Jincheng will finish the scientific examination in half a year, I wonder what you will do when Wan'er takes the money and leaves."

"She just regards me as her husband and doesn't like me..." Zong Zhao suddenly spoke up, but his voice was a bit soft, "I didn't know what to do, so I went to the military camp for two days, but I didn't think about it. clear."

He originally wanted to take it slow, but Xu Wan stunned him with a straight shot. She said it casually about consummating the marriage, as if she had pierced the mist and rejected his feelings, and he didn't lose his temper. , he just didn’t know what to do.

The old lady said to the old Marquis: "Look, I know he thinks like this. He has been like this since he was a child. He can digest everything by himself. You must have calmed down. Do you know what Wan'er is thinking?" We women are most afraid of being calm. Either the more we think about it, the worse it gets, or we just stop thinking about it and get cold. A few days ago, I heard that Wan'er asked you to move back in, and I was so happy that I didn't sleep well all night. You can't. It's a good thing, I ran away the next day, you..."

The old lady got angrier and angrier as she talked, and finally she started to attack him personally: "I should have suspected that Jin Cheng is not your biological son. How can you, a dull gourd, have a ghost son?"

Zong Zhao: “…………”

The old Marquis was frightened when he heard this. Sure enough, his wife was always gentle when she scolded him. Look at the way his son was being disciplined...it was so pitiful.

The old lady gave Zong Zhao a hard scolding and finally got to the point: "Mother Zhao told me that on the day you left, Wan'er asked her to send a manual on serving her husband. She was also learning how to serve her husband. As your daughter-in-law, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? She doesn’t know you well, so it’s normal for her not to like you. If it were you, she might not be as good as her. "

Zong Zhao raised his eyes to look at her, seeming to feel something.

The old lady was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so she spoke more straightforwardly: "Wan'er grew up in a different environment than you. Not only is she not as confident as you, but she is also very sensitive. She can notice when you hide from her. She will back off."

On the way back to the courtyard, Zong Zhao kept thinking about the old lady's words, especially the last sentence.

He clenched his fingers and strode back to their room. Fortunately, the two quilts on the big bed were still there, the soft couch that had been taken out had not been put back in, and the warm picture of a family of three on the wall behind him was still there. Hanging high there.

He walked to the desk and took out the mistress's handbook that Xu Wan had read. It was quite thick, but only the first few pages had signs of being turned. He turned to the place where she last saw it and saw the sentence: During pregnancy, the husband chooses concubines and wives.

Zong Zhao suddenly felt distressed.

In order to reassure her and allow her to adapt slowly, he had gone to the Zongzheng Division and the Ministry of Household Affairs to stamp the guarantee letter, which only stated that he would not hang out with prostitutes, but did not mention that he would no longer have concubines or wives. But now that she sees this brochure... she will definitely be very disappointed in him, and she will become more determined to treat him only as her husband.

"Pa..." He tore the booklet into pieces with great force, crumpled it into a ball and threw it to the ground. Zong Zhao ran out in large strides.

…

Zuoducha Yushi, Lu Mansion.

Xu Wan took Yan Suxue into the courtyard and enthusiastically introduced each family's wives to her along the way. The Zong family's value has greatly increased because of Zong Zhao's ennoblement, and Xu Wan has also become very popular in Beijing.

Although the officials and family members in the capital greeted Xu Wan politely because of her reputation, they could not hide their curiosity when looking at Yan Suxue, and they kept muttering in strange voices:

"This is the daughter of Prime Minister Yan. I heard that hundreds of families were vying for her in the capital more than ten years ago. Now she is indeed extraordinary. But it is a pity that she married the second son of the clan who had already died in the war at such a young age. I became a widow."

"What a pity. If General Zong Da hadn't overturned the case for Prime Minister Yan, Yan Suxue wouldn't have had the chance to show up until now. I heard that her family lived in a slum before, and she was found and taken back by the Zong family a few years ago."

"Ah? Is there such a thing? I heard that she brought back a son, who was recorded as the eldest son of the second wife. Is this child brought back halfway really the second son of the clan family?"

Mrs. Wei came over in a hurry, knocked away a gossiping lady with one arm, and forced her way over to smooth things over: "Oh sister, sister Yan, you are so late, you have been waiting for us for a long time, and you are so bored listening to the sparrows chirping all the time. ”