After the female supporting role is quickly put on, she is full of charm

Inside the house, Azhi was searching in the cabinet of her original owner.

Finally found a prettier dress.

This dress was a birthday gift given to her by her original mother personally on her birthday.

The fabric has a crabapple red background with light yellow auspicious clouds embroidered on it, which symbolizes good luck and fortune.

Such a thoughtful piece of clothing was just buried at the bottom of the box.

Thinking of her original dark clothes, Azhi decisively changed into this dress.

She motioned to Suxin to help her dress up. The woman in the mirror had an exquisite appearance, and her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, with both anger and smile.

I deliberately let Su Xin leave a strand of black hair.

She played with her black hair with her slender hands, her beautiful eyes were rippling, her eyelashes were trembling, and her eyes were full of affection.

"You look so beautiful, ma'am."

Su Xin, who was standing by, was stunned.

Because the original body was strictly required to have good manners and to dress elegantly.

You are not allowed to grow your hair, dress seductively, or act like indecent women.

Azhi was about to say something when An Yuanheng's roar came from outside the door.

Su Xin's face turned pale.

"Madam, the Marquis is back and sounds very angry. Could it be because of the old lady's matter?"

Unlike Suxin's panic, Azhi seemed to have no ears.

I just hold a small mirror and admire my own beautiful face.

"Su Xin, what are you afraid of? We are in the right."

An Yuanheng is not a filial son.

He was taken to the front yard to be raised since birth.

The mother and son spend very little time together.

At that time, An Yuanheng was in love for the first time and fell in love with a maid in the front yard.

Because the old lady interfered, the maid was sent directly to a nunnery.

Although the incident has passed, the gap between mother and son still exists.

After the original body died, An Yuanheng almost angered the old lady to death for the sake of Tofu Xishi.

In a word, there is filial piety, but not much.

However, if children are unfilial, it is mostly because their parents are immoral.

"Wang, can't you hear my voice?"

An Yuanheng pushed the door open angrily, but stood there the next second.

The woman in front of the mirror sits slightly sideways.

Curved willow-leaf eyebrows and a delicate cherry mouth.

She held a small mirror and frowned slightly, her beautiful face showing a bit of sadness, which made people feel pity for her and couldn't help but want to go forward and smooth out the sadness between her brows.

"Why is the Marquis so angry?"

The man has a tall and straight figure. An Yuanheng is a romantic man with an unparalleled handsome appearance.

Beautiful peach blossom eyes, always look at dogs affectionately.

Not to mention that he is very good at dressing himself up.

The familiar voice brought him back to his senses, and An Yuanheng immediately recalled the other person's boredom.

On the wedding night, Wang was bright and beautiful, but she was like a dead fish.

This made An Yuanheng no longer want to touch her.

He prefers the inside to the outside.

But he was no longer as angry as he was at the beginning.

"What's wrong with mother's legs?"

Azhi put down the small mirror.

He just sighed softly with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"My Lord, you don't know that I am not feeling well today."

"So I sent someone to tell my mother that I couldn't pay my respects, but she wouldn't give in and kept making things difficult for me."

She took up her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, her voice trembling slightly and making her sob even more choked.

That delicate and helpless look actually made An Yuanheng feel a little soft-hearted.

"I dragged my sick body to pay my respects, but Nanny An spoke wildly, and Xiuhong was even more disrespectful to the mistress."

"My mother wanted to hit me with the teacup, and even wanted to slap me, but she didn't stand firmly and accidentally fell on the broken pieces of the teacup."

Ahzhi's tears fell like beads.

A beautiful woman shedding tears is something that makes people feel pity for her.

What’s more, An Yuanheng loves beauty so much.

He completely ignored the old lady and walked forward, wanting to wipe Azhi's tears himself.

But Azhi subconsciously dodged and leaned on Suxin and continued crying.

She bit her lower lip and looked melancholy.

"If the Changyuan Marquisate cannot accommodate me, I will report to my father and divorce him."

"No."

Although An Yuanheng is romantic, he is not stupid.

The old marquis gave special instructions before he died.

He must never divorce Wang, and he must not offend Wang of Langya and divorce her.

We must tie the Changyuan Marquisate and the Langya Wang Clan tightly together.

Ahzhi wiped away her tears with her fingertips, her eyes slightly red and her lips slightly pursed, it was really indescribably pleasing to the eye.

"My Lord, what do you mean by this? Don't you hate me?"

Faced with Azhi's confusion, An Yuanheng hurriedly shook his head.

"You are a very qualified wife, and I have no intention of disliking you."

This wife is certainly qualified, except that she is boring and dull in bed.

I don't know how much of the deficit in the Marquis' Mansion was filled with her dowry.

She also managed his concubines and took care of a large number of illegitimate children.

She frowned slightly, "But what about mother?"

"I will reply to her."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Azhi showed no mercy.

"Thank you, sir. Go and do your work. I won't keep you for dinner."

Just let you mother and son have a good quarrel.

An Yuanheng was just about to invite them to dinner.

As a result, he was shut up by Azhi's words.

He felt a little unhappy in his heart.

But since the other party didn't keep me.

As the Marquis of Changyuan, I can't just stay in the main courtyard for no reason.

Looking at An Yuanheng's leaving back, Azhi put away her previous weakness and gently hooked her hair with her fingers.

"Su Xin, my mother is ill. I will go to Yuqing Temple to burn incense tomorrow."

"Please pray for her safety. Please arrange a carriage and clothes for me to leave the palace as soon as possible."

The old lady was so angry this morning that she was out of breath.

But the next day I had to go to Yuqing Temple to pray for her safety.

Su Xin was a little slow to react.

Azhi looked at her and frowned slightly.

"Why don't you reply? You've been following me for so many years, why are you still so stupid?"

Ah Zhi felt that she was not good enough to use such a submissive maid.

Don't know how to see.

He is weak when faced with difficulties and does not know how to resist.

Su Xin came back to her senses and nodded quickly.

"Yes, ma'am, I will arrange it in a moment."

"By the way, I remember you were close to Manager Li. Do you like him?"

The original body had a lot of dowry, so naturally there was a dowry shop inside.

Among them, Manager Li, who manages the pastry shop, is in his early twenties and has not yet married.

Every time I come to check the account books with the original body.

He would secretly bring some small cakes for Suxin.

The original body had no idea of ​​the twists and turns involved.

But Azhi has a deep memory of this incident.

When she heard Ah Zhi mention Manager Li, her face turned red and her eyes were filled with shyness.

"lady……"

This reaction is too obvious.

Ah Zhi said directly to her, "Don't deny or quibble. How can I not understand you?"

"Since you are in love with me and I am willing to do this, I will help you both."

"But Manager Li is not a slave. His mother is my wet nurse. I will discuss your marriage when I return to the Wang family."

Su Xin was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, and just as she was about to kneel down she was stopped.

"Thank you, ma'am, for your gift."

"Get up."

When the time comes, I will marry Su Xin off and then go back to Wang's to choose a maid with good taste.

Su Xin, immersed in happiness, was completely unaware of Azhi's wishful thinking.

"You actually accuse me?"

The old lady sat on the bed, pointed her finger at her nose, and looked at An Yuanheng in disbelief.