Raising husband in Zhai Douwen

The next day, Yang Zhong came to see Yang Jiming with the second letter.

"Third young master, Master Hou has another letter, stating that the third young master should personally sign it."

Yang Jiming opened the letter and read it. Unlike the letter yesterday asking about the return date, this letter mentioned that Yang Zhengpeng, Yang Chen and his son were imprisoned.

Yang Jiming sighed softly: "I can't help with fourth uncle's matter even if I go back."

Yang Zhong pretended to be ignorant and said: "Third Young Master, did Lord Hou mention Fourth Master's matter in the letter? My humble opinion, if Third Young Master returns to Beijing, at least there can be more people to discuss with."

Yang Jiming showed embarrassment, hesitated for a while, and then slowly said: "Uncle Zhong doesn't know something. Yesterday, Jing Shuo and I went to the Zhuangyuan Building to participate in the literature meeting. When we left, we were almost hit by a broken pillar."

Yang Zhong was surprised at first, and then blamed himself: "It's because the villain didn't arrange a nursing home to protect the third young master and the third young wife."

Yang Jiming said in a deep voice: "Finally, there is no danger. Jing Shuo's new servant found out that the broken pillar was cut off intentionally. It may be related to Du's uncle and cousin."

After Yang Zhong came to Suzhou, he naturally knew about the property dispute of the Du family, and also knew that Aunt Du had a quarrel with Mrs. Du.

"There is such a thing!" Yang Zhong said angrily and worriedly, "Third Young Master, let's go back to Beijing as soon as possible, and stay away from the disputes of the Du family."

"No, I must find out who killed Jing Shuo and me."

"Third Young Master, what if someone murders you and Third Young Madam again?"

"How can the nursing home of our Hou Mansion be an idler?" Yang Jiming raised his eyebrows, "What do you think, Uncle Zhong?"

Yang Zhong paused, and replied: "Yes, the villain arranged for the nurse to guard the third young master and the third young lady in turn for twelve hours."

"Then there will be Uncle Lao Zhong and the brothers."

After Yang Zhong told him to leave, Yang Jiming showed the letter to Shang Jiayan.

Shang Jiayan said: "This letter should have been delivered at the same time as yesterday's one. I'm afraid we won't be able to delay it for too long."

Yang Jiming thought for a while, "I can delay it on the way back to Beijing."

Shang Jiayan smiled softly and said, "You don't have to worry that much, the fourth uncle's matter is beyond our control, and everyone knows it well."

Yang Jiming said: "I'm afraid that some people will be unreasonable."

Shang Jiayan laughed and said: "It's okay, we are not easy to bully."

Hearing this, Yang Jiming couldn't help laughing, sweeping away the gloom.

He put his arms around Shang Jiayan and said with a smile: "Madam is mighty, you can rely on Madam to protect your husband."

"Look at how promising you are." Shang Jiayan pouted and punched him lightly.

Yang Jiming hugged him and rubbed against his head.

Shang Jiayan hugged him back and said softly: "Before we return to Beijing, we have to ask for a lottery again."

"Okay." Yang Jiming smiled gently, and reached out to stroke his head.

"How about tomorrow morning, let's go burn the incense sticks?"

"it is good."

On the other hand, Aunt Du has been thinking about one thing ever since she learned about Yang Jiming and Shang Jiayan being almost hit by a pillar outside the Zhuangyuan Building.

A major turning point for the Du family's business to be as big as it is today was when she married Wu Muhou as his concubine.

Aunt Du came to find Mrs. Du, first told what she had heard from the mansion, and then told her own hardships in the past 20 years.

Old Mrs. Du said: "Father knows, I have wronged you all these years."

"Fortunately, there are three young masters, and the three young masters are my destiny." Aunt Du's eyes darkened, "Hong Yi designed to frame the third brother, I don't want to ask about these things, and it's not my turn to ask."

Old Master Du narrowed his eyes slightly.After what happened outside the Zhuangyuan building, he knew it immediately.

Immediately afterwards, Aunt Du changed the subject and said, "However, Hong Yi used the third young master and third young wife to put them in danger, so I have no choice but to stand up and ask for an explanation."

Old Mrs. Du said: "There is no need for us father and daughter to beat around the bush. Just tell us, what do you want to say?"

The corner of Aunt Du's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Since they are doing it for the family property, let them not get what they want."

"Okay." Mrs. Du agreed very readily, he would not choose the second and third bedrooms as his heirs.

Aunt Du was not surprised by this, she sighed softly: "Mother left early, my eldest brother and I had no mother since we were young. When we were young, my father was busy with business and had to take care of us. At that time, my father worked hard."

Old Mrs. Du also sighed: "You and Baode have been obedient and well-behaved since childhood, but in your marriage, it is father who was wrong."

Aunt Du said, "Forget it, it's over."

Both father and daughter knew well that the steps should be lowered here.

Old Mrs. Du said: "I will hand over the business of the Du family to Baode. However, although Mr. Xu Yihuan Xu said that he would help us to intercede with the emperor, I am still worried that the Du family will be missed by the court. "

"Dad mean?"

"Instead of waiting in fear, it is better to take the initiative to attack. Baozhu, I want Baode to escort you back to the capital. After Baode arrives in the capital, he will go to see Mr. Xu."

"it is good."

After Aunt Du and Mrs. Du reached an agreement, they went to find Yang Jiming and Shang Jiayan.

She said to them: "We can prepare to return to Beijing."

Yang Jiming was slightly taken aback, and said, "Auntie, we still have some things to do."

Aunt Du said: "Hongyi and Baorong are there, someone will take care of them."

"..." Yang Jiming narrowed his eyes slightly.

Shang Jiayan asked: "When does Auntie plan to leave?"

Aunt Du said, "Tomorrow."

Shang Jiayan frowned imperceptibly, "Auntie, tomorrow is too busy, can you postpone it for a day?"

Aunt Du nodded and said: "Third Young Master and Third Young Madam, don't blame me for returning to Beijing in such a hurry, we have indeed been away from Beijing for a long time."

Shang Jiayan said: "We understand that it is me and Jiming who are playing around."

After Aunt Du left, Yang Jiming couldn't help muttering: "Auntie suddenly said that she wanted to go back, who is she making a deal with?"

Shang Jiayan laughed lightly and said, "You probably hit the mark."

The next day, Yang Jiming and Shang Jia said they got up before dawn and rushed to the temple outside the city.

Wu Liang arrived yesterday and donated a large amount of sesame oil money for them.

This morning, the abbot personally waited for them to burn the incense sticks.

After Shang Jiayan offered incense, he took a stick and asked for a lottery.

Sign on.

In just a few days, the next lottery became the upper lottery.

Shang Jiayan was delighted in his heart, and shook the lottery again with some uneasiness, and it was still the lottery.

He shook it again, and it was still signed.

Seeing that he didn't intend to put down the stick, Yang Jiming couldn't help but raise his heart.

Shang Jiayan became suspicious, and after saying "please forgive me", he took out all the lottery sticks in the stick container.

"Amitabha." The abbot chanted the Buddha's name and asked the little novice to bring another fortune holder. .

Shang Jiayan cast a cool sideways glance at Yang Jiming, and put all the lottery sticks back into the lottery holder.

Yang Jiming knelt before the Buddha with a guilty conscience and begged for forgiveness.

Wu Liang, who was performing the task of changing visas, was waiting beside him with his head down.

After the little novice brought another lottery, Shang Jiayan asked for a lottery again.

Under the lottery.

They moved to the lottery.At this time, the gate of the temple was opened, and devotees entered the temple one after another to offer incense.

"It takes effort to catch the moon in the water, but it's useless. Don't gossip and talk nonsense. It's useless to strengthen your mind and body."

The abbot said to them: "This signature is a sign of hard work. Donor, don't force everything, just wait for the opportunity."

Shang Jiayan thanked: "Thank you, master."

When going down the mountain, Yang Jiming saw Shang Jiayan's face was cold, and he couldn't let go of his heart.

Shang Jiayan deliberately left him cold, who told him to change all the lottery sticks in the lottery holder on his own initiative.

It wasn't until after going down the mountain that Shang Jiayan was willing to give Yang Jiming a look.

"After returning to the city, let's go to Uncle Qi and say goodbye to him."

"Okay." Yang Jiming said with a grin.

He thought to himself: If you are willing to talk, then you will be fine.

Yang Jiming embraced Shang Jiayan, and said pitifully: "Jing Shuo, if I make you angry again in the future, you can beat me and scold me, but you can't ignore me."

Shang Jiayan slapped his hand away and reprimanded: "You still want to make me angry."

"No, I was wrong, how dare I make you angry?"

"Oh, I dare not."

"No, it's because I don't want to."

"Humph."

At the gate of the city, they met Qi Dali and Zhang Qu head-on.

Yang Jiming got down from the carriage, saw them carrying joss paper money, and asked, "Uncle Qi, are you going to... sacrifice?"

Qi Dali staggered and said slowly: "Yes, burn some paper money for my children."

Shang Jiayan sat at the car door and said to them: "Uncle Qi, get in the carriage, we will accompany you to worship."

Qi Dali hurriedly said: "This is not appropriate, I dare not bother the young master and young madam."

Shang Jiayan said, "It's okay, Uncle Qi, let's get in the car."

Yang Jiming half pushed and half persuaded Qi Dali to get into the carriage, and then got into the carriage himself.

In the middle of the mountain, several earthen graves are adjacent to each other.

Qi Dali knelt in front of the grave, "My wife, the imperial envoy promised me before returning to Beijing that he would give our family justice and punish the wicked, so you and the children can rest assured."

In the cool wind and wild grass, the grave is always bleak and desolate.

Yang Jiming looked at Qi Dali's elderly figure, and thought of him sending a white-haired man to a black-haired man, and his heart felt turbulent.

Sensing his emotional change, Shang Jiayan held his hand.

When they returned to the city, they sent Qi Dali and Zhang Qu home before returning to Du's mansion.

In the evening, Shang Jiayan asked Yang Jiming: "Seeing the graves of Uncle Qi's family today, do you think Fourth Uncle and Yang Chen deserve to die?"

Yang Jiming nodded straight, and said angrily: "They deserve death for their crimes."

Shang Jiayan sighed secretly, and said: "They really deserve death, but today we met Uncle Qi is not a coincidence."

He can bully Yang Jiming to be stupid, but others can't.

"Huh?" Yang Jiming couldn't help being stunned.

"I asked Wu Liang to find out what Zhang Qu said. Someone came to see Uncle Qi this morning. After that, Uncle Qi hurriedly bought sacrifices and left the city to sacrifice."

Yang Jiming's eyes widened in surprise, "Are they afraid that I will go back to Beijing to run for my uncle?"

"On the one hand, I'm afraid that we won't be able to withstand the pressure from the Marquis Mansion to beg my father. On the other hand, it should be to urge us to return to Beijing, worrying that we will be delayed on the road and delay the time to return to Beijing."

"..." Yang Jiming was angry.

"Don't be angry, we will leave tomorrow as originally planned."

"Besides grandpa, who else can make Uncle Qi run around! I just can't figure it out, why? Is it for Du Baorong and Du Hongyi?"

Yang Jiming said angrily: "Grandpa is afraid that I will deal with them?"

Shang Jiayan smiled lightly and said, "I'm afraid your dog will bite the dog."

Yang Jiming drooped his head, resting his chin on Shang Jiayan's shoulder, begging for comfort.

Shang Jiayan smiled lightly and patted his dog's head, "Don't be depressed, we will leave for Beijing tomorrow morning, let's rest early."