The correct way to open Chenyuan Lively and Fragrant

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An Yichen dragged the person to the bed: "Okay, okay, take a break, come and see your nephew! If you don't coax him, his voice will be hoarse from crying!"

Ning Zhiyuan stopped struggling, and turned his head to stare blankly at the crying baby on the bed.

An Yichen picked up the crying baby, patted him gently and coaxed him: "Hey, don't cry, look, this is your uncle! Come, let uncle hug..." An Yichen handed the baby to Ning Zhiyuan: "Look at him , looks exactly like your sister..."

Ning Zhiyuan took the child with trembling hands, hugged the child tightly, buried his face in the swaddle, tears rolled down silently.

Only then did An Yichen go to help Wen Shixuan up.

Wen Shixuan pushed An Yichen away, and knelt down at Ning Zhiyuan's feet: "Brother, you beat me to death, and bury me and Sister Shan together..."

Ning Zhiyuan's calm anger exploded in an instant, and he kicked Wen Shixuan away angrily: "Bah! What right do you have to be buried with my sister?"

Ning Zhiyuan handed the child back to An Yichen, walked to the bed, and hugged Ning Peishan.

Wen Shixuan was in a hurry, he knelt and walked a few steps, grabbed Ning Zhiyuan's trousers with his own blood-stained hands: "Brother, where are you taking Peishan?"

Ning Zhiyuan kicked Wen Shixuan's hand away, and looked outside the door expressionlessly: "Didn't you want to keep the small ones and leave the big ones? The small ones are for your Wen family, and the big ones belong to our Ning family!"

The coldness in the voice stunned everyone present.

Ning Zhiyuan looked down at Ning Peishan, and said softly: "Sister, brother knows, you must really want to go home...Big brother will take you home now..."

Ning Zhiyuan hugged Ning Peishan and walked out of the room without looking back.

An Yichen hurriedly caught up: "Zhiyuan!"

Ning Zhiyuan stared at him: "Let go! Don't block me!"

An Yichen was helpless and distressed, the pain was worse than being cut off by a piece of meat: "I don't want to stop you, I just ask you to take care of yourself, don't mess around, wait for me at home, I will go to you right away, huh? "

Ning Zhiyuan shook off An Yichen's hand, walked around An Yichen without saying anything.

Wen Jingchang and Bai Songxian sat at the main seats, while Liang Ruyi sat beside her with the child in her arms.Tweety stood beside Liang Ruyi in filial piety.

Wen Shixuan walked in listlessly, kneeling in the hall stiffly.

Wen Jingchang: "Evil! Although Peishan was taken back to her mother's house by Ning Zhiyuan for burial, she is the daughter-in-law of our Wen family after all, and we must take care of her funeral affairs meticulously. The crimes you committed will not be buried until Peishan is buried." After that, I will come to settle accounts with you again!"

Wen Shixuan nodded numbly, his face was covered with bruises, and his swollen cheeks made him stutter a little: "Shixuan...but, by father, deal with it!"

The child in Liang Ruyi's arms suddenly cried.

Wen Shixuan seemed to have regained his energy suddenly, tried to widen his eyes that were almost closed, walked a few steps on his knees, walked to Liang Ruyi on his knees, and raised his hands with difficulty, wanting to hug the child.

Wen Jingchang sternly said: "Don't hug! You have done so many sins, you are not worthy of being a child's father!"

Wen Shixuan was startled, and Liang Ruyi looked at Wen Jingchang anxiously.

Wen Jingchang: "Your mother, your aunt, and I will raise this child personally, and my grandfather will also take the child's name! You are not allowed to get close to this child in the future, and I can't let you spoil him!"

Wen Shixuan begged: "Father... Pei Shan is gone, you can't take my son away from me—"

Wen Jingchang slapped the table: "Take it away? Yes, I want to take the child away from your devilish father! Also, Tweety said she wanted to take care of the child for Peishan, I agreed, and Tweety will be there in the future." Go to your mother's room and serve the young master full-time. The maids around you have also withdrawn, and you will no longer be the second young master of our Wen family, and you will no longer be able to enjoy the treatment of the young master!"

Wen Shixuan looked desperate.

In front of the gate of the Ning Mansion, the steward of the Ning Mansion led several servants with sticks and surrounded a man making noise in front of the gate.Ning Zhiyuan walked out of the mansion with an expression of impatience.

The man who was straddled saw Ning Zhiyuan come out, and shouted loudly: "Brother! I beg you! Just let me go in and pay homage to Pei Shan! Anyway, I'll be married to her too!"

Ning Zhiyuan said coldly: "When Peishan was alive, you never treated her sincerely! Your husband and wife relationship has long been exhausted! From the moment I carried her away from Wenfu, Peishan was no longer Wenfu. The daughter-in-law of the Ningwen family, the Ningwen family will have nothing to do with each other from now on, so you should give up your heart!"

Wen Shixuan shook his head and cried, "Brother, even though I have made thousands of mistakes, the child is right! At least let me kowtow in front of his mother's spirit instead of the child?"

Ning Zhiyuan twitched his mouth, revealing a cruel smile: "Hmph! You just want to confess a few words in front of Peishan's spirit, pretending to be safe, but I won't do it for you! I want to make you feel guilty for the rest of your life!"

Wen Shixuan begged desperately: "Brother..."

Ning Zhiyuan's face changed, and he glared at him fiercely and resolutely: "Wen Shixuan, not only will I not let you in, I will not even tell you where Peishan's grave is in the future! I'm afraid your feet will dirty hers." Tomb!"

As soon as Ning Zhiyuan finished speaking, he turned and walked into the gate of the mansion: "Close the door, don't let the mad dogs outside come in!"

The servant of the Ning Mansion forked Wen Shixuan down the steps, and quickly entered the mansion. Wen Shixuan looked at the servants who filed in, endured the pain all over his body, and got up to stop him, but how could he catch up, the door was closed an inch in front of him with a bang , the crimson door seemed to be painted with Ning Peishan's blood, revealing his sin, his selfishness, and his cowardice.

Wen Shixuan clapped his hands on the door, and kept yelling and begging in a broken voice, until his throat was choked by the fishy sweetness, and Wen Shixuan slid down as if he lost his strength, and knelt on the ground with his head against the door, Trembling and sobbing.

Koya Keiko and Koya Taro knelt and sat on the tatami facing each other.

Xiao Yataro: "Ning Zhiyuan buried Ning Peishan overnight, don't you think it's abnormal?"

Xiaoya Huizi: "Ning Zhiyuan told me in advance, he didn't want Wen Shixuan to know where Ning Peishan was buried."

Xiao Yataro: "So, Ning Zhiyuan blamed Wen Shixuan for Ning Peishan's death?"

Xiaoya Huizi: "Of course! Now Ning Zhiyuan hates Wen Shixuan to death. Wen Jingchang has also taken away the post of president of the four town incense associations, and the Wenning and Ning families are already incompatible.

Koya Taro said happily: "Great! Mowangling will soon become the colony of our Dainippon Incense Society!"

Xiaoya Keiko smiled with a complicated expression.

Ning Peishan was lying on the white jade bed in the Buddhist Hall of Ning Mansion, An Yichen finished the inspection and was packing up the equipment.

Ning Zhiyuan asked worriedly: "How is it?"

An Yichen: "Don't worry!" Although she is still weak, her pulse has been very stable, and Peishan should be fine.

Ning Zhiyuan let out a deep breath: "Hey! Even if the Japanese doctor has a conscience, he really scared me to death!"

An Yichen: "Well, I didn't expect that he would defy Xiaoya Taro's will, not kill Peishan, and secretly slip a note to me while explaining the patient's condition to me after he came out. Clever! This way Peishan is already dead and he won't be questioned, but as long as Peishan doesn't expose herself, Peishan's life can be saved."

Ning Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows high: "It seems that not all Japanese are cruel and ruthless! Xiaoya Taro has such a benevolent doctor under his command!"

An Yichen smiled wryly: "Keiko...isn't she kind and beautiful? No matter when she was studying or when she came to China, in fact, her nature is very good, but her status always makes her unable to be herself... "

Ning Zhiyuan looked at An Yichen with a melancholy expression, and stared quietly at Ning Peishan. He knew he wasn't looking at her, and he was probably recalling the matter of Xiaoya Huizi in his heart. Ning Zhiyuan felt a little unhappy, and said sullenly: "You're still blaming me for agreeing to marry Keiko."

An Yichen actually didn't expect this. He was reminded, but he didn't refute. He let out a breath, and walked out of the secret room with the medicine box.

Ning Zhiyuan followed with a frown, grabbed his arm and asked, "Do you love her to marry me, or do you love me to marry her!"

As soon as the words came out, both of them fell silent.

An Yichen took some time to digest the difference between the two sentences before and after, as well as the ambiguity in the words.

Ning Zhiyuan also realized that he seemed to have used the wrong word, and his face turned red instantly.

An Yichen's expression was awkward, he didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, he raised his hand and pinched his nose: "What do you think?"

Ning Zhiyuan blushed, covered his nose, and followed An Yichen on the ladder out of the secret room. After An Yichen explained to Ah San and Ah Si who were guarding the door, he explained a few more times, bowing down like a little daughter-in-law The head followed An Yichen and left the Buddhist hall.

Ning Zhiyuan really regretted it, the original intention was to ask An Yichen if he didn't want to give up Keiko, or because he was jealous of Keiko that he didn't want him to marry Keiko, so it turned into him being unreasonable and jealous.

Although... there is indeed a little...

The two walked into the back garden in silence, passed by the forked road leading to the inner courtyard, An Yichen turned and walked towards the back door, Ning Zhiyuan grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

An Yichen turned his head, his face was tepid, and his tone was flat: "Go home."

Ning Zhiyuan didn't like it when he heard it, obviously these two people had planned to get together less and stay away more, and An Yichen couldn't stay longer, but now these two words sounded extremely harsh.

Ning Zhiyuan held An Yichen's hand tightly: "Do you still have something to do?"

An Yichen turned around and faced him with his hands in his trouser pockets: "No."

A flash of displeasure flashed across Ning Zhiyuan's mind, and then he was dismissed by another thought. Ning Zhiyuan suddenly realized, did he take it for granted that An Yichen had to be by his side automatically when he was fine?

Ning Zhiyuan lowered his head and said angrily: "Then..."

An Yichen didn't urge him, just waited for him to speak.

Ning Zhiyuan: "Go back to my room, I have something to do..."

An Yichen answered quickly: "What's the matter?"

Ning Zhiyuan looked at him with a frown: "You are angry..."

An Yichen turned his face away and sighed, looked away, and after a while he said inaudibly: "No."

Ning Zhiyuan held his face with both hands, turned him back to face himself: "You are not happy!"

An Yichen pulled down his hand and held it, looking directly at him: "My beloved is going to marry someone else, how can I be happy?"

Ning Zhiyuan held his mouth and bit his lower lip, his eyes were flushed.

An Yichen said softly: "I want to marry someone else, are you happy?"

Ning Zhiyuan opened his mouth slightly and was about to blurt out "I'm not sure!" Then he stopped abruptly, lowered his head and blinked his sour eyes, bit his lips tighter, and said after a while: "I...I have no choice but to, I…"

An Yichen looked at his extremely aggrieved face and smiled wryly: "We discussed this matter, I know, and I can understand you, so I don't want to lose my temper with you, but I'm not good enough to treat this matter with a smile."

An Yichen let go of the clasped hands, and rubbed the top of Ning Zhiyuan's head: "You and Peishan are fine, I'll go back first, maybe after a nap, I can feel relieved."

The remaining warmth in his hands dissipated extremely quickly, even clenching his fists could not slow him down a bit. Looking at the back of An Yichen who turned and left, Ning Zhiyuan felt a throbbing pain in his heart. The strong sense of guilt tore his lungs and made his breathing obstructed. The sourness and bitterness in the body fermented and agitated.