The daily life of the doting wife of the master slaughter

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Liang Jin ordered a bunch of food and wine at Yulou, and sat by the window. It snowed last night, and there was a lot of silver sand on the ground. There was a charcoal basin under the table, so it wasn't very cold.

It's just that when He Changchun came here, he wasn't as graceful as he was. He was wearing a cotton cloak without a fringe, so he didn't look like everyone's son at all.

Liang Jin thought very well, the more this is the case, the more things can be done, so he stood up and greeted him: "Third Brother Hardworking is here with the wind and snow." He raised the warm wine and handed it to He Changchun: "Drink a glass first Keep the wine warm."

He Changchun had never seen him look so attentive, he was a little dazed, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly took it over: "I can't afford it, I'm as old as you, so please call me by my name."

That's good too, so that you don't have to ask questions, Liang Jin sat back, drank the wine, and looked at him with deep meaning: "Brother Changchun guessed my intention to ask you out?"

"Brother Liang, speak bluntly." He Changchun held the vegetables between his hands, without compliments or flattering smiles.

"Then I'll be honest," Liang Jin took out a stack of papers and pushed them over: "A few days ago, I must ask that he was poisoned, and I tied up a maid beside him. Instigated by your eldest wife to poison Youwen, I originally wanted to send the paper to the Yamen, but after all, our two families are also considered relatives, so I couldn’t tear myself apart, so I had to ask you to discuss this matter.”

He Changchun didn't raise his eyes, he chewed something and chuckled lightly: "Brother Liang may not care about the face of our two families." He put down his chopsticks, and then raised his head: "It's my fourth brother who is here with you." The family is not valued, if you go to the Yamen, your family will just sit idly by, and my father will go around for a while, and it will be fine now, you are not reconciled."

Talking to a smart person is effortless. Liang Jin glanced at the stack of papers and motioned him to read: "This is all evidence of a crime. I know you are getting angry everywhere at home. Why don't you take it and turn yourself over."

"What kind of result do you want?" He Changchun did not agree easily.

"I just have one condition." Liang Jin stood up and shook his robe, ready to leave: "Tell her not to appear in front of me and Xuwen, and don't let Xuwen hear her. As for whether she is dead or alive, you can see manage."

He Changchun stood up and asked his back: "How do you know that I will definitely agree? What if I don't do it?"

Liang Jin didn't even look back: "It's a win-win for you and me. Besides, you will be an official in the same dynasty in the future, and you will have to rely on me to support you."

What a shame!But He Changchun stopped talking, watched him out of the private room, picked up the criminal evidence on the table and looked at it carefully, every word in it was an opportunity for him to bring down the Xu family, but it was not enough, the Xu family still had two sons , he still has two older brothers on his head, he still has to think of another way...

This is the first time that Liang Jin has grown up to use power to overwhelm someone, and it is also the first time that he wants to kill someone. He remembered that his grandfather said that if he is in the court, disturbing the situation, and flipping his hands, it may be human life. He thought, just treat it as training in advance.

At home, it was already sunset, Liang Jin handed the cloak to Hua Nong, and went straight to the room, why bother to ask? Sure enough, he bowed his head on the desk, holding a pen and didn’t know what he was writing. Remnant clouds and dawn, Qiongyu lightly branches on the west wall, Qiu Luo does not remember Qinhuai Square, and the bright moon is full of flower halls.

This is Missing Mother's kiss, Liang Jin quickly leaned over and kissed the little mole on the end of his eyebrow.

Why did you need to ask only then did you find out that he was back, and asked with a raised face, "Can we have dinner?"

"I've used it," he thought of it, and found it funny: "Your third brother is very strange. He only cares about eating when he comes. I took a step ahead, but he didn't give it away. He just sat back and ate."

He didn't know these sufferings in the world, He Youwen moved to the edge of the chair and let him sit squeezed together: "Our eldest lady is always harsh on the cost of their room. He has been no better than me all these years go."

Liang Jin felt distressed again, and hugged him tightly: "It's okay, I will save all good things for you in the future, so that you can use the best for your food and clothing!"

He is so careless, why bother to pull the hand off him: "You are right."

One wanted to suffer, the other refused, and she refused for a while, until Tan Qingyao came in wrapped in a fox fur cloak, with a snack box in her hand, put it on the table, and said with both hands: "Husband, I am here at Grandma!" Then eat, grandma asked me to bring you back Dengzhan Cake."

Liang Jin was still squeezed with He Xuwen on the chair, and didn't intend to get up. He glanced at the food box and waved his hand indifferently: "Got it, you can go back."

Tan Qingyao was embarrassed, and then she thought about why she should ask: "Young Madam's knees are better? It's cold again these days, so be careful."

Liang Jin wasn't there in those days, why asked why she was ill, and didn't see her coming to visit, now that she remembered to ask again, why asked why she just nodded politely: "Thank you."

After finishing talking for a while, and nothing else, Tan Qingyao was still standing still, sneaking a pair of eyes to Liang Jin.

Liang Jin didn't even open the food box. He picked up the paper and looked at the words on it. He was silent for a while. He thought Tan Qingyao had gone out, but when he looked up, he was still there: "Why don't you leave?"

Tan Qingyao was staring at something in a daze, and was startled by him, a little flustered: "Concubine, I will go back now."

Immediately, Liang Jin's eyes fell to the paper again, he was like this, he refused to give her even an extra look.

Tan Qingyao took a step forward, thinking, in fact, he is such a caring man, why can't he share some with himself?

She swayed out of the room, her eyes were empty, she didn't see Hua Nong who was bringing in the medicine, she bumped into her head on, a drop of tear came out, fearing that people would see her, she hurriedly wiped it away.

Hua Nong looked back at her for a moment, feeling frizzy in her heart. After putting the medicine on the desk, she pondered for a while before calling Liang Jin: "Master, come here."

Seeing that she was waving, Liang Jin was afraid that the old lady had something to say, so he followed him to the outside room.

"Master, I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it..." Hua Nong was still a little unsure, worried that he was thinking too much.

Liang Jin was the most annoying and shy, and made a gesture of sinking his face: "Tell me," he glanced inside, and asked in a low voice, "It's grandma, what's the matter?"

Hua Nong got closer before he dared to say: "Before Young Madam was poisoned, I... seemed to see that Chang Sheng and Du Cui had some contacts,... It stands to reason that it doesn't matter if the servants in the same yard are close, but the slaves always have a relationship. There is a suspicion... maybe the servant is suspicious."

Liang Jin didn't know about the matter of servants, but why should he ask, he had to pay attention, and hurriedly called Yunshang to come in: "Hua Nong said, but it's true?"

Yun Shang had no choice but to tell the truth: "There is such a thing, those two people often get together for a while, we don't know anything else."

After hearing this, Liang Jin stared at the wall for a moment: "...you usually pay attention to that Cui, if I'm not around, and Tan Qingyao comes to the house to greet the young lady, you have to keep an eye on her. "

The two agreed one by one, and then went about their business.

Liang Jin opened the curtain again and went in. Seeing that the medicine bowl on the desk was empty, why ask? The puffy mouth was licking a plum. When he saw him come in, he put down the book and said, "I've heard of this book before." So it was taken by you?"

It was a miscellaneous book, which recorded some rare and strange things. It was written by a talented wanderer a few years ago, and it was given to Liang Jin after a few glasses of wine in Baiyulou.

"It's not worth anything," Liang Jin leaned over, the candle flickered, he accidentally pushed the desk, and squeezed into the chair again, he put his head on He Youwen's shoulder, and stared at the book together with him, actually Didn't look into it at all.

After a while, he asked, "Qingqing, does your leg hurt?"

The hot air of speaking hit He Youwen's neck, which made him flinch a little: "The pain has been gone for a long time, why ask again?"

He didn't care at all, Liang Jin looked at it, and felt that his heart was pierced, and it still hurt. He suspected that he had a heart disease, and feared that one day, he would die if he stumbled: "Why do you think there is such a thing in the world?" Bad people? I don’t want others to have a good life.”

He Youwen turned his head to look at him, thought he was talking about Mrs. Xu, so he replied: "Maybe it's because she has a hard time."

"..." These words did not arouse any sympathy in Liang Jin's heart. He stared at the book in He Need to ask, and asked casually: "When I'm not around, does Tan Qingyao often come to greet you?"

It was a strange turn of the conversation, so why ask what he thought the old lady had said: "I don't come often, but I just meet in the courtyard and nod."

Liang Jin glanced at him, his eyes widened, he suddenly leaned in and kissed him, took out the book in his hand, picked him up, went into the bedroom, and put him on the bed.

I don't know what kind of madness this is, why bother to pull the quilt, shrinking back vigilantly: "You should rest overnight!"

Liang Jin was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and laughed loudly: "Where are you going?" He Ziwen finally stopped laughing, handed the book into his hand, and pulled it out for him. Putting off the quilt: "Weng read the quilt, it's warm, you read a book, I'll go to the back and wait for me to come back."

Since He Needed moved here, he seldom went back, and sometimes he asked He Needed to water the pine and cypress tree. It was obvious that he was going to find Tan Qingyao, He Needed felt a little nervous, for no reason A little sad: "What are you going to do?"

Liang Jin deliberately teased him, kissed him on the lips, and shouted with a playful smile: "I'm going to give birth to a son!"

Why need to ask? He clearly believes in him, but he is still worried: "When will you be back?"

Only now did Liang Jin see that he was really upset, and quickly shook his hand: "Just kidding, I have something to ask her, and I'll reply after I finish."

The two bid farewell, and the scene was really funny to watch.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, Liang Jin really laughed, silently and heartily, and he didn't even feel the cold outside.He didn't even light the lantern, and after walking a few steps, when he reached the door of Tan Qingyao's room, his face had already changed.

It was Du Cui who opened the door, and when he saw him, he went into the room with a face full of astonishment and reported: "Miss, the young master is here!"

Tan Qingyao was leaning on the bed. Hearing this, she quickly smoothed her hair and straightened her clothes. She stared outside with both joy and surprise. She blinked several times, and Liang Jin finally opened the curtain and came in.

This time, Liang Jin did not sit on the chair, but sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her with a half-smile: "Can you blame me?"

The sudden four words made Tan Qingyao feel sad all her life, but when Liang Jin was able to come, she stopped complaining. Instead, she lowered her head in shame: "What did my husband say, how could my concubine blame you?"

"Oh..." Liang Jin smiled, but he didn't seem to be kind: "Then you are complaining about Mrs. Young?"

It was only then that Tan Qingyao realized that he didn't come to stay overnight: "Why does my husband ask such a question?" She pretended to be ignorant, with a gentle face: "Since the wedding night, I have remembered my husband's words and respected my wife everywhere."

If there is no evidence, she probably won't admit it. Liang Jin smiled knowingly, and turned the conversation around: "I remember, your father is the magistrate of Xingping County?"

This is a threat, Tan Qingyao sat up straight, and said vigilantly: "Exactly," she hurriedly defended herself in a blink of an eye: "I don't know what gossip my husband has heard? Since I entered the mansion, I have never had any unruly things." In words and deeds, I only think that one day I can get the slightest affection from my husband..."

Liang Jin stood up on the bed, looked at the candles beside the bed, and said with his hands behind his back: "I don't know if you are unruly, I'm just suspicious," he said calmly, without any guilt: "I am suspicious , I can’t eat well, I can’t sleep well, I have to get rid of this doubt before I can give up..."

This is unreasonable, and Tan Qingyao was taken aback when she heard it, but she still had a tense smile on her face: "It must be because of the injury of the young lady? You should also be more vigilant. There are many people in this yard, and I am also worried every day. Can't sleep well."

Liang Jin snorted, opened the curtain and left, and said, "Whether your father can still be promoted depends on his luck!"

Hearing that the bull's head was wrong, Tan Qingyao kept an eye out. The Liang family only covered the sky with their hands. Although they never bullied others, it was really frightening to do so. She hurriedly exchanged for Du Cui and said: "Quick! Write Letter to father, let him be on guard!"

It took more than a month to deliver a letter after traveling thousands of miles. Tan Qingyao waited for a reply with a heart.