Raising husband in Zhai Douwen

After the four of them entered the gazebo, a servant brought refreshments.

Shang Jiawen poured four cups of tea himself, first served Yang Jiming, then Shang Jiayan, then Shang Jiahui, and kept the last cup for himself.

Shang Jiayan picked up the teacup and put it to his mouth, and glanced at Shang Jiawen and Shang Jiahui calmly, feeling a sense of displeasure suddenly in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jiming noticed his emotional change and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Shang Jiayan looked up at him, and the displeasure in his heart dissipated instantly, replaced by a touch of satisfaction and joy.

The continuous affection between Shang Jiayan and Yang Jiming makes others envious.

After sitting for a while, the little maid next to Mrs. Shang came to pass a message, saying that Mrs. Shang asked the second son and uncle to talk.

So, Yang Jiming and Shang Jiayan followed the little maid and left the pavilion.

On the way, the little maid saluted and quickly returned to the main courtyard.

Yang Jiming asked in surprise, "Aren't we going to the main courtyard?"

"Go back to my room, the books to be moved by now should have been packed."

Yang Jiming understood that Shang Jiayan had a bad relationship with those two younger siblings.

In the gazebo, Shang Jiahui said to Shang Jiawen: "Third brother, look at our second brother, even if he married a concubine, he still hugs each other, and the husband is considerate. I heard that in today's return ceremony, there are eight pieces of brocade And a branch of century-old ginseng."

There was hatred in Shang Jiawen's eyes, "You and I are from the same mother, so don't make sarcastic remarks."

"Third brother, I'm different from you. I'm a girl and I'm only 15 years old this year. But what about you? Back then, the second brother was given pregnancy medicine by our aunt, and the mother forcibly gave you the same. Now the second brother's The marriage has been resolved, and the son of the eldest son marries the son of the son, what will your future be like, third brother?"

Shang Jiawen clenched his hands tightly, his veins bulging.He was born only one month later than Shang Jiayan, and he is already 20 years old.Shang Jiayan has his parents and elder brother planning for him, but as a bastard, he can only plan for his own future.

After Shang Jiayan and Yang Jiming returned to the house, Huai An made tea and brought it in, then retreated outside the house.

Shang Jiayan said to Yang Jiming: "Are you curious why I don't want to continue talking to those two people?"

"If you want to tell me, I'll listen."

"They are Aunt May's children. Aunt May is the one who put pregnancy pills in my meals."

Shang Jiayan sighed, "Actually, even so, I don't want to see them." But just now, the eyes of those two people, especially when they looked at Yang Jiming, made him feel very uncomfortable.

"When my mother found out that Aunt Mei ordered someone to secretly administer the medicine, she forced Shang Jiawen to take the pregnancy medicine, and sent Aunt Mei to Zhuangzi to fend for herself."

"What my mother did was because of me. I don't judge whether what she did was right or wrong. However, Shang Jiawen and Shang Jiahui hated me and my mother because of this."

"Is there no way to reconcile?" Yang Jiming is a concubine, and he knows the difficulties of concubine's children, and also knows the difference between concubine and concubine.

"I thought about reconciling with them before, giving in to them everywhere, and persuading my mother to accept them, but they didn't seem to appreciate it."

"I think they were quite friendly just now."

Shang Jiayan looked at him coolly, and Yang Jiming hurriedly said: "If I didn't say anything, you are already married to me anyway, and your younger brother and younger sister will also get married in the future, and there will be less interaction in the future."

"You really didn't see it?" Shang Jiayan stared at him closely.

"See what?" Yang Jiming asked in confusion.

"Forget it, maybe I'm overthinking."

At this time, Huai An reported outside: "Third Young Master, Third Young Madam, Madam sent someone to deliver a message that the banquet is about to begin."

"understood."

Shang Jiayan responded, rearranged the clothes on Yang Jiming's body, and rearranged his own clothes, and went to the banquet in the front yard together.

After the banquet, Shang Jiashu and several cousins ​​toasted to Yang Jiming one after another, and Yang Jiming resisted and drank it.

Shang Jiayan glared at his elder brother in dissatisfaction, and then snatched the wine glass from Yang Jiming's hand under the astonished eyes of a table of people, muttering: "I told you to drink it, and you really drank it all, why? So stupid?"

Yang Jiming, who was drunk, said with a smirk, "Daughter-in-law, I am a fool, I am a fool, otherwise I can marry you?"

Shang Jiayan blushed immediately, not daring to look up at the people at this table.

Mrs. Shang Er said with a smile: "We are all happy to see Yan Yan and his nephew are so affectionate."

"Second Aunt, stop making fun of me."

"Look, let's talk about being more shy now." Mrs. Shang Er smiled happily.

Mrs. Shang couldn't help but smile, and said to Mrs. Shang Er, "He's thin-skinned, just let him go."

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Shang Er smiled and stopped teasing Shang Jiayan.

Shang Jiayan said to Shang Jing, Mrs. Cheng Shang: "Father, mother, Ji Ming is drunk, I will help him down to sober up first."

"it is good."

Shang Jiayan supported Yang Jiming to leave, and Yang Jiming almost put his entire body weight on Shang Jiayan.

After leaving everyone's sight, Shang Jiayan pushed him, "It's really heavy."

"I'm so happy. I'm very important to Jing Shuo." Yang Jiming chuckled in his ear.

"I know you're pretending to be drunk." Shang Jiayan gave him a sideways look, the smile on his mouth lingering for a long time.

"Jing Shuo is so smart." Yang Jiming kissed him on the side of the cheek.

Shang Jiayan snorted, "Tell me, why are you drinking so desperately? Also, why are you not drunk? You can drink enough, you can drink!"

"Eh..." Yang Jiming scratched his head, "I married you back home, so I have to make my uncle feel more at ease. Fortunately, I have practiced this amount of alcohol before." He found out when drinking with Zhang Yong and others This body holds a good amount of alcohol.

Shang Jiayan sighed, and said to him after returning to the house: "You can rest here for a while, I will let Ziyu Zilan guard outside."

"how about you?"

"I'll go back to the banquet. Today's banquet is for the two of us, and we can't be absent."

Hearing this, Yang Jiming nodded and reluctantly said, "Come back early."

The corner of Shang Jiayan's mouth raised uncontrollably, and then he suppressed it desperately, and he paused for a long time before saying: "Got it."

Before the words fell, he walked out quickly.

Yang Jiming fell on the bed, thinking of his daughter-in-law running away in shame, he couldn't help laughing.

In the end, they rushed back to Hou's mansion before sunset, and presented the Shang family's return gift to the eldest lady.

When returning to Chenxiangyuan, Shang Jiayan glanced at the newly hung plaque above the courtyard door, looked at the familiar handwriting, and said to Yang Jiming with a smile: "That's why you traveled so mysteriously?"

Yang Jiming put his arms around his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: "There is more, let's go into the room."

Shang Jiayan was full of curiosity and let him enter the room with his arms around him.I don't know if he didn't notice that Yang Jiming was hugging him in front of people, or he unknowingly accepted Yang Jiming's closeness to him anytime and anywhere.

After entering the house, Shang Jiayan checked the inside and outside, and even the main room, but found nothing changed.

"what exactly is it?"

"Otherwise, can you guess?"

Shang Jiayan gave him a sideways look, ignored him altogether, and shouted to the outside: "Huai'an."

Huai An, who was waiting outside, hurried in, stood at the door and asked, "What is your order, Young Madam?"

"Where are my books?" Shang Jiayan was a little surprised. Logically speaking, when he and Yang Jiming went to the main courtyard first, Huai An and the others should have packed up the books.

"Mrs. Hui, all the books are placed in the side room next to it."

"Why did you put it there?" Shang Jiayan frowned, and walked towards the ear room while wondering.

Yang Jiming quietly gave Huai'an a thumbs up, then stood in the yard and waited.

He thought to himself, when Jing Shuo ran out with surprise on his face and threw himself into his arms, he opened his arms and hugged him around a few times.

Wait, wait, his wife still hasn't come out.

Yang Jiming walked into the freshly baked small study, and saw Shang Jiayan sitting at the desk writing.

"What are you writing?"

"Write casually, try this new set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Shang Jiayan continued to bury his head in writing without raising his head.

"Jing Shuo..."

Aggrieved, Yang Jiming lay on Shang Jiayan's body, the pen in Shang Jiayan's hand shook, and the ink stains ruined the paper.

Shang Jiayan put the pen on the pen holder, Yang Jiming saw the ink stain, and his heart skipped a beat.

Then, he watched his daughter-in-law crumpled up the paper and threw it into the wastebasket next to her, got up from him with guilt, and stood obediently aside.

Seeing his appearance, Shang Jiayan couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Aren't you angry?"

"It's really just random writing."

Yang Jiming put his arms around his waist, the two of them were very close, every inch was filled with each other's breath.He lowered his voice and asked, "Daughter-in-law, do you like this surprise?"

Shang Jiayan plucked up the courage to kiss him proactively, then shoved him embarrassingly, turning his face to the side.

Yang Jiming was immersed in surprise. Although this kiss was superficial, it was the first time Shang Jiayan took the initiative to kiss him.

"Jing Shuo, I'm so happy." Yang Jiming was overjoyed and hugged Shang Jiayan high.

Shang Jiayan left his feet off the ground, so he had no choice but to put his arms around his neck, blushing and said: "Put me down quickly, what are you talking about?"

Yang Jiming let him down and took his hand to have dinner. "It's been a busy day today, let's use some food, then wash up early and rest."

Shang Jiayan glanced at the uncontrollable smile on the corner of Yang Jiming's mouth, and knew what he was thinking, and his little face turned red.

When eating, Yang Jiming served Shang Jiayan attentively.

"This is what you like to eat."

"This is a new dish made by the new cook in the house. Try it and see if it suits your taste."

"It's good to eat, it replenishes qi and blood."

"This is also a good thing, it helps to improve immunity."

"This is also good, it invigorates the spleen and nourishes the stomach."

"This one is better, it is said to have the effect of preventing cancer."

……

After a while, the bowl in front of Shang Jiayan was full.

Shang Jiayan smiled helplessly, took more than half of the vegetables in his bowl and threw them into Yang Jiming's bowl.

While holding it, he said, "Don't even think about it. If you hold so much for me, how can I eat it all?"

"I want you to eat more."

Shang Jiayan glanced at him, "Also, where did you get so many reasons? I know how to strengthen the spleen and nourish the stomach, but what is cancer prevention?"

Yang Jiming was stunned for a moment, remembering that this is an overhead world, and said: "I heard it by accident when I was eating out. I thought it was useful, so I wrote it down."

"Don't listen to hearsay, but ask the doctor for confirmation."

"Jing Shuo is right."