At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Yang Bingwen personally made a cup of tea for Yang Yunzhao and joked: "I wonder if my sister has the appetite to drink the high-quality Bijian Mingyue from Yuheng?"

Seeing that his sister took the tea cup without hesitation, Yang Bingwen seemed to have mentioned it accidentally and comforted Yang Yunzhao:

"Now that something like this has happened to the Sheng family, you and your handkerchiefs don't have to worry about Miss Chi entering the palace draft."

Xie Yunhua paused while lighting the incense, and soon returned to his calm demeanor.

Is the younger sister of the Yang family on good terms with the eldest lady of the Chi family? There is no one else in Beijing except the Chi family who poisoned the head of the family.

Yang Yunzhao brushed off the tea foam with the lid and muttered: "What? Brother, don't talk nonsense."

"We just appreciate Wanjun's talent. In addition, her mother suddenly died of illness that year. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that something is wrong."

"Not to mention that before Mrs. Sheng's body was even cold, her father took the foreign concubine back to Beijing in an honorable manner..."

"Chi Song is older than her, so I think Mr. Wan is more pitiful."

Yang Bingwen glanced at Xie Yunhua's brows as if he was casually scanning them.

"My good sister, no matter how you say it, she is the eldest lady of the Chi family. All the things she uses are of the highest quality."

As he spoke, Yang Bingwen sighed and added: "Even my grandfather's annual salary is not as good as hers. I don't know who is more pitiful."

After a set of words, Yang Yunzhao fell silent and touched the moth gold, silver, beaded and flowered tree hairpin in his hair.

Among all her jewelry, this is considered the most expensive, and it was given to her by Sister Yunhua.

The little girl immediately pursed her lips, hugged Xie Yunhua's arm, and accused Yang Bingwen of not being a good brother.

Xie Yuheng, who had seen through everything, chuckled and said, "Brother Bingwen, you are truly a rare and good brother."

If this matter was discovered by Xie Yunhua or other members of the Xie family, there is no guarantee that they would not have misunderstood it.

It is said that the authorities are confused, but those who watch are clear.

Yang Yunzhao also quickly reacted and pestered Xie Yunhua to discuss co-writing the script.

It wasn't until the setting sun shone slantingly on the window lattice that the brother and sister said goodbye.

At the same time, the Chi family.

Chi Wanjun stood under the eaves, and one step forward saw the yellow sunset, a radiant world.

But she still couldn't take a step forward.

"Then my mother, who is she?" Chi Wanjun murmured.

In just half a day, everyone in the city knew about the Sheng family, and there must be someone behind it.

It's just that she no longer cares about the overall situation. If the mother is not a daughter of the Sheng family, is it her maternal grandmother who gave birth to a daughter?

This possibility is very small, so small as to be negligible.

Chi Wanjun smiled bitterly, that grandmother was so kind to her.

Is it for the sake of the Chi family again? For the sake of her dog-like father?

Among the remaining aristocratic families, only her father and the Lu family hold official positions.

His Majesty attacked the aristocratic families with a broadsword. Only six years after he took the throne, he had already raided four families.

As for the Chi family, there is Wusun Kunmo's nephew, who will not be easily ransacked.

In the end, it was all love forged by interests, but it was just a dream.

Chi Wanjun recited in a low voice a short song that Mrs. Sheng had sung when she was still alive: "Pick up the vines, and pick them up with thin words. Pick up the thorns, and talk about them..."

How could she be so stupid and easily believe her mother's words to coax her child?

Now that I think about it carefully, my mother or the daughter of a farmer was abducted and sold into the Sheng family.

From then on, she played the role of the daughter of the Sheng family and married into the Chi family. Finally, she entered the palace draft so that her daughter could reasonably "postpone the marriage", but was arranged by the person next to her to die of illness.

A short life is just like that short song. From now on, only a few words can be heard through other people's mouths.

For a moment, a sarcastic smile burst out from Chi Wanjun's lips, and the Sheng family was in danger.

As for her, a girl from the Chi family who was born to a girl from the Sheng family, her available value has plummeted.

The beauty opened her red lips lightly, her tone and demeanor still maintaining the style of a young lady, "Get the car ready, I want to see Aunt Tang."

The maid next to her looked up at the sky and whispered, "Miss, it's getting late now."

"Besides, Aunt Tang lives in a remote place. She may not be able to return home in time before the night ban."

As soon as the little maid finished speaking, loud slaps rang out in the low-key and luxurious courtyard.

Chi Wanjun put his slender jade-like hand on the little maid's face, his eyes were cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Why, I can't control you anymore?"

“I don’t dare, I don’t dare. I don’t dare. I beg the eldest lady to calm down.”

The maid was so frightened that she kowtowed repeatedly. The master had high hopes for the young lady to enter the palace.

Any maid who does not serve you well will be dealt with the next day.

"Then go quickly!"

Chi Wanjun raised his foot to control the force and kicked the little maid over gently or hard.

Seeing the little maid stumbling out, she glanced coldly at the other servants in the courtyard.

It sounds like they are servants, but in reality most of them are spying on her.

In the evening, he would run to the housekeeper to collect the reward for her information.

Occasionally, a few of them even dreamed of climbing into the old man's father's bed and becoming his aunt.

Chi Wanjun smiled sarcastically. Unfortunately, his father only liked cardamom girls who were younger than his daughter - thirteen or fourteen years old.

A carriage quietly drove out of the back door of Chi Mansion. Chi Song, who had been attending a literary banquet for two days in a row, dragged his tired body and looked at the carriage in the distance.

After a long time, Chi Song, smelling of alcohol, staggered into the side door and returned to the small courtyard.

After thinking for a while, he finally summoned the only confidant in the house and asked, "Miss, why are you going out at this hour?"

The boy shook his head and said he was going to the stable to inquire. When he came back, the boy hesitated and said, "Tell me, I said I was going to see...Aunt Tang."

The tea cup in Chi Song's hand suddenly fell and fell to pieces on the ground.

Aunt Tang's house is in Changmingfang, and it is strictly guarded both inside and outside.

‘Aunt Tang’ is his mother. It's ridiculous that half the masters of Manchi Mansion can go to see her, but he can't.

Also, what kind of master is he, Chi Song?

......

That night.

The Qingyuan Tower of Gongyuan is brightly lit, which looks particularly awkward in the imperial city after dark.

In the building, Yan Du got tired from reading papers and sat in the side hall, holding a long sugar cane and gnawing on it.

He chose his position extremely well, not only not affecting the evaluation of the academic officials in the hall, but also being able to keep everyone in sight.

Not long after, Du Zhang came over, rubbing his aching head, found a shorter piece, wiped it on his robe and started chewing it.

As the sweet juice entered my throat, I felt all the fatigue in my body disappear.

Du Zhang chewed a few mouthfuls and spat on the ground. His eyes fell on the unshaven Yan Du.

He joked in a low voice: "Master Yan, are you afraid that Zuodu Yushi will find out about your appearance?"

"You are talking about Zuodu Yushi behind your back. Aren't you afraid that I will inform Zuodu Yushi?" Yan Du asked rhetorically without answering.

Du Zhang sneered twice, seeing the light yellow juice dripping down the corner of Yan Du's mouth, he changed the subject and said, "It's really strange that this sugar cane can make white sugar like snow."