Raising husband in Zhai Douwen

After the drama on the stage ended, the guests who came to the banquet left one after another.

People from the Yang family also went to bid farewell to the master's house, but they were politely stayed by the people from Dingguo's mansion.

Mrs. Peng invited Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhengyi into the main hall, and the rest of Wu Muhou's mansion were arranged to wait in the side hall.

About half an hour later, Yang Zhengyi came out with a blank expression on his face, but Mrs. Yang's expression was normal.

After returning to Hou Mansion, Yang Zhengyi made Yang Zhongming kneel in the main hall of the front yard.

Yang Zhengyi said with hatred that iron cannot be made into steel: "You have always been sensible since you were a child, and you have always been my pride. Tell me, which woman is it that fascinates you."

"Father, I don't understand what you are talking about?"

"You and the young lady of the Peng family are discussing marriage, but there are rumors circulating in their residence that you and someone else have a private life. Today, Ding Guogong asked me to be speechless. Do you want this marriage?"

"The marriage with Peng's family is not my idea."

"Lifetime events have always been the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. Wait, so, are you admitting that you have a private life with someone?"

"Reporting to my father, my son does have a crush on someone, but he didn't make a private decision for life."

"Which family's lady is it?"

"If I tell you, will my father propose marriage for me?"

"As long as the family is right and the family background is clean, you can consider being a father."

"It's the lady of Wu Yibo Mansion."

"No!" Yang Zhengyi objected without thinking.

Yang Zhongming fell silent and just knelt like that.

The old matriarch said aloud: "If Zhongming really likes their girl, just ask her to be a concubine."

"Reporting to grandma, grandson doesn't want to wrong her."

Yang Zhengyi snorted heavily, and reprimanded: "You are stubborn! You go to the ancestral hall and kneel down to reflect on yourself, and come out when you understand it."

"Yes." Yang Zhongming went to the ancestral hall and knelt without saying a word.

When the eldest lady heard the news and arrived, Yang Zhongming had already gone to the ancestral hall.

Because of this matter, the eldest lady and Yang Zhengyi had another fight.

The old lady asked the second lady to help with various affairs in the mansion on the grounds that the eldest lady was unwell.

After Yang Jiming returned to Chenxiangyuan, he was in a trance.

Shang Jiayan persuaded Aunt Fang, who had been looking forward to them all day, to go back to the side room, and then closed the door to ask about Yang Jiming's situation.

Yang Jiming told the whole thing in detail.

After Shang Jiayan finished listening, he really didn't know whether he should laugh or be angry.

"You want the second brother to suspect that Miss Jiang deliberately revealed their affairs to the outside world, so let me ask you, why did Miss Jiang do that? What is she doing to ruin her reputation?"

"The reputation of Wu Yibo's mansion is not good. She broke the pot?" In fact, Yang Jiming and Qi Yufeng didn't think about this problem at all.

Shang Jiayan continued: "Assuming that Miss Jiang has a reason to do this, and the second brother is also suspicious, do you think that the second brother will not ask Miss Jiang for verification, or that Miss Jiang will not explain?"

"Well, there will still be some suspicions to some extent." Yang Jiming was not sure.

"When they clear up the misunderstanding, the relationship will be better. You are not creating a rift between them, but promoting their relationship."

Hearing this, Yang Jiming was stunned and couldn't recover.

Shang Jiayan glanced at him helplessly, and asked, "Are you sure that what you said to Mr. Qi has not been listened to by others."

Yang Jiming nodded, "We are very careful."

Shang Jiayan obviously didn't believe it, and asked, "When did you mention this?"

"I said it twice in total. The first time was not long after arriving at the Duke's Mansion. Fengzi said that she saw Jiang Yueran having a private meeting with her second brother. The second time was when we were singing, when we separated. I went to find my second brother. After saying those things, when we were discussing how to get Fengzi to vent his anger, we didn't mention that it was the second brother and Jiang Yueran."

Shang Jiayan pondered slightly, and said: "It should not be that time in the morning. When I was at the banquet and listening to the play, I saw the same expressions on the faces of Mrs. Peng and Mrs. Peng."

Yang Jiming scratched his head, "It wasn't that time in the afternoon either. After I finished talking with Fengzi, I turned around and didn't go far when I heard someone talking. If someone overheard our conversation in the afternoon, it's impossible Passed so fast."

"Did you mention Jiang Yueran at that time?"

Yang Jiming thought about it carefully, then nodded.

Shang Jiayan frowned slightly, "Indeed, it probably wasn't the one in the afternoon, maybe someone else knew about it."

"That's right, father didn't know it was Jiang Yueran, why didn't the rumorer tell her?" Yang Jiming frowned tightly, unable to understand. "What should we do now? The second brother is still kneeling in the ancestral hall."

Shang Jiayan looked at Yang Jiming who was in a hurry, wanted to scold him but didn't know what to say, sighed in his heart, that's all...

"Go to the ancestral hall and confess to your second brother first. You must make it clear that you didn't take the initiative to disclose their affairs. Even if someone eavesdrops, it shouldn't spread so quickly."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Yang Jiming hurried out.

Shang Jiayan couldn't help but sighed, and pressed his temple.

In the ancestral hall, the eldest lady gave Yang Zhongming some food, feeling sorry for her son, and at the same time persuading him to be soft.

In the end, the eldest lady left in disappointment. When she saw Yang Jiming wandering outside the ancestral hall, she couldn't help but froze for a moment, frowning and asked, "Ji Ming, what are you doing here?"

"Report to mother, let me see my second brother."

"Just to see?" Not for a joke?The eldest lady watched his expression carefully.

"By the way, I advise second brother not to make father angry." Yang Jiming lowered his head slightly, his expression and tone were very sincere.

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, the eldest lady was silent for a while, and then said in a calm tone: "You go in."

"Yes."

Yang Jiming walked into the ancestral hall, and the eldest lady left.

Mother Liu whispered next to the eldest lady, "Second Young Master and Third Young Master are brothers and sisters."

The eldest lady nodded slightly.

Yang Jiming knelt down beside Yang Zhongming and kowtowed to the ancestors of the Yang family.

"Why are you here too?"

"Second brother, I'm sorry, I told you that on purpose when I was in Duke Dingguo's mansion today."

"Huh?" Yang Zhongming couldn't help frowning slightly.

Yang Jiming told the whole story again.

Yang Zhongming murmured: "It turns out that her family is also discussing marriage for her."

"Second brother, Fengzi is a concubine, and his aunt is in charge of his marriage. He doesn't want to rob you of a woman."

"I understand." As a legitimate son, he still can't make decisions about his marriage.

"Second brother just don't blame us." Yang Jiming heaved a sigh of relief.

Yang Zhongming pondered slightly, and asked: "You just said that not long after you finished talking with Qi Yufeng, you heard someone talking about me and Jiang Yueran, do you know who it is?"

"It's two girls. Judging by their attire, they should be the guests who went to celebrate their birthday today. Ask Fourth Sister and the others, maybe they can find out."

"I see." Yang Zhongming looked a little lonely and disappointed at the moment.

"Second brother, then I..."

"Go back."

"Hey, good."

Yang Jiming left hesitantly.

After returning to Chenxiangyuan, he was taken to the small study room by Shang Jiayan's half-pull and half-persuasion, and then he was pressed to sit in front of the desk with a law book stuffed in his hand.

"You are going to the Yamen tomorrow, so let's start with the regulations of this dynasty."

"So many things happened today, I can't calm down, how about starting tomorrow?" Yang Jiming discussed.

"Reading can calm the mind." Shang Jia said with a serious face.

Yang Jiming lowered his head to read the book helplessly, but he read it as soon as he looked at it.

At any rate, they are top students in the Department of Computer Science, and those who have passed the high school entrance examination are not really illiterate.When encountering unrecognizable traditional characters, he would ask Shang Jiayan.

Shang Jiayan looked at Yang Jiming's serious reading, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Jing Shuo, what does this word read?"

Yang Jiming didn't get a response immediately. He turned to look at him in surprise, and saw his wife staring at him in a daze. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Did you find that I'm very handsome?"

Shang Jiayan let out a soft "ah", his face flushed slightly, "What did you just say?"

Yang Jiming said: "I've been watching it for almost half an hour, take a rest."

"En." Shang Jiayan nodded, it was much better than he expected.

Yang Jiming took Shang Jiayan for a walk in the yard, "Jing Shuo, teach me to read a poem, if you read a sentence, I will learn to read a sentence."

"Okay." Yang Jiming was willing to take the initiative to learn, but Shang Jiayan would not refuse, carefully thinking about which poems are suitable for beginners.

Yang Jiming said, "Read a poem about red beans."

Shang Jiayan opened his eyes slightly, looked at Yang Jiming's smiling and expectant face, blushed unconsciously, and said angrily, "What are you thinking?"

Yang Jiming smiled and leaned on his shoulder, pretending to be coquettish and said: "Brother Jing Shuo, read it to me."

Shang Jiayan's face was flushed by his fuss, and suddenly thought of a question, he couldn't help saying pointedly: "Aren't you illiterate, how do you know so much?"

Yang Jiming blinked his eyes, and kissed him on the side of the cheek, "Brother Jing Shuo needs to teach."

"Don't mess around, it's in the yard."

"Then let's go back to the room."

This time it was Yang Jiming's turn to push Shang Jiayan away, half pushing and half persuading him into the room.

"You still have to read a book."

"See you tomorrow."

With a bang, the door was closed.

"You don't want to get away with it, tell me, are you deliberately pretending to be ignorant?"

Shang Jiayan's shoes were taken off, so he stretched out his legs and put his feet on Yang Jiming's chest, preventing him from taking a step forward.

Yang Jiming said innocently: "I don't know how to endorse books, and I don't know many characters. I don't even know how to use a pen. I really don't know how to write."

Shang Jiayan said thoughtfully: "You reminded me that reading is not enough, you have to learn to write. I will find a few copybooks. Starting tomorrow, you will spend one hour a day reading and endorsing, and one hour copying the copybooks."

"Jing Shuo, let's have a discussion. How about half an hour for reading and half an hour for writing?"

Shang Jiayan lowered his eyes slightly, and said with a little disappointment: "I'm married and my husband, I shouldn't bother you about your studies. You can do whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his feet and lay down on the bed by himself, facing the wall, shaking his body, as if weeping silently.

Yang Jiming panicked immediately, hugged him through the quilt, and coaxed him softly: "I just like you taking care of me."

Shang Jiayan still didn't say a word, and didn't give him any response.

Yang Jiming continued to coax: "I'll listen to you, study hard, read books for an hour a day, and practice calligraphy for an hour a day. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

The corner of Shang Jiayan's mouth slightly raised, but he still ignored him.

Yang Jiming gave it all up, gritted his teeth and said, "Next year I will take the exam for a boy student."

Shang Jiayan turned around, "You said it yourself."

"I said it." Yang Jiming said in a daze, complaining incessantly in his heart: It's too bad, you're talking big!