After marrying Bai Yueguang, the little wolf dog turned into a scumbag

Master Qi's thunderous anger was persuaded by Qi Fengju in a few words. The eldest young master personally interrogated the people in Aunt Zhou's courtyard, and asked everyone. .

Rouge also spat out, saying that the gouache had chewed on the master behind his back, and the second young master heard it, and was furious.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? What do people think if you falter and hide it?" Master Qi still had a sullen face, trying to make up for his partiality, "But you shouldn't have such a heavy hand, that lowly servant girl. What did you say?"

Yan Zhi didn't dare to speak directly, and replied vaguely: "It's the gossip about Mr. Wu's accident at the flower viewing banquet, and he also mentioned Mr. Jiang..."

Master Qi's complexion changed drastically, and he slammed the table, "Bold! This little bitch actually talked about relatives!" He was begging Jiang Mengyou for something recently, and wanted to rely on King Jin's connections to raise his official position again. Sheng, Jiang Mengzhen looks like a golden Buddha to be enshrined in his eyes. Some people dare to chew their tongues at this time to find no pleasure, they are looking for death!

"Go, cut off the tongue of that lowly maidservant and beat her to death with a stick!"

Qi Fengju persuaded: "My family is from a scholarly family, and I have always treated her with kindness. I think it's better to spare her life. In a few days, I will ask someone to come and sell it."

Master Qi reluctantly complied, comforted Aunt Zhou and Qi Heli casually, shook his clothes and left.

There is a lot of fighting in the Qi mansion, but Jiang Mengzhen doesn't know it at all. He is full of thoughts about going to visit Wu Xichun. The unmarried brothers and sisters are always full of curiosity about their newlywed life, so they can talk intimately with their friends.

"I miss me so much, why did you come to see me!" Wu Xichun tied up her long hair and changed into her husband's attire. When he opened his mouth, he was still the naive, clean, carefree brother of Uncle Bofu.

"You are newly married to Young Master An, why should I bother you?"

Wu Xichun led him into his new house, hugged Xue Bao on his lap and said, "You don't know how shabby his house used to be, and the pot for drinking tea is actually made of rough pottery!"

"You brought this all?" Jiang Mengzhen saw a white jade chessboard on the table, with warm tentacles, "Is this warm jade a tribute from Siam? Uncle Wuyang really loves you, is he willing to do that? "

"Since I'm here, don't allow others to look down on him!" Wu Xichun said angrily: "You don't know, on the day of returning home, Mrs. Zhang asked people to put some junk in the car, and her son was expelled from the family tree." Because of this, she hated us and made me feel ashamed on purpose. My mother was so angry that she confiscated those things, and asked someone to put two carts of treasures for me to pull them back, and see who is shabby and who!"

"Your mother subsidizes you like this, it's her old man's kindness, but your husband... I'm afraid that others will not speak well."

Wu Xichun said nonchalantly: "Qian Yuan is still studying in the Imperial College, how can he earn anything? The two wives even withhold his little monthly money. He has suffered before, but now he is with me, eating and clothing. Expenses are the best, if they don’t give you money, I don’t even want it!”

"Sure enough, he is rich and powerful. How could Young Master An have married a husband? I'm afraid he married a God of Wealth!"

The two joked for a while, and then whispered some whispers between their ears, which made their eyes sparkle and their cheeks flush.

"Good guy, the fire dragons are burning too much in your room." Jiang Mengzhen stroked his neckline, and his heart was made hot by what Wu Xichun said to him, "It's going to sweat in winter, you Take me out for a walk."

Wu Xichun blinked his eyes and smiled slyly. The two pushed the door out and bumped into a woman holding a tea tray. The tea cup fell to the ground with a "crash" and hot tea spilled out. Just as he was about to ask, a man had already helped the woman up first, then hurried over to hold Wu Xichun's hands, and said anxiously: "Taoyuan, are you okay? Are you burning?"

The woman didn't know why her clothes were thin, and she looked more and more charming, she lowered her head and replied in a low voice: "Master, it's all because of my clumsy hands, I broke Young Madam's teacup..."

"It's nothing, it's not worth anything." Wu Xichun glanced at the Longquan porcelain teacup on the ground with some pain, "Why are you back at this time? Just in time to meet my friend, Jiang Mengzhen from the Jiangling Marquis Mansion. Dream Pillow, he is my husband An Zhiyuan."

The two of Jiang An greeted each other, Jiang Mengzhen looked at the appearance of An Zhiyuan and the woman, and suddenly remembered the glimpse behind the Taihu Stone during the wedding banquet, and his heart shuddered.

An Zhiyuan left quickly, and Jiang Mengzhen frowned slightly as he watched the woman's back going away, "Who is she? Judging by the way she talks to Mr. An, she doesn't seem to be an ordinary maidservant?"

"She is the daughter of Nanny Zhiyuan, her name is Li Qingluo. Zhiyuan's own mother died when she was a child, and she relies entirely on her to take care of her. Naturally, she should be close to her family."

"Really..." Jiang Mengzhen asked again: "Why does she wear so little in this weather?"

"Who knows, maybe it's my sister's love for beauty? Runmo," Wu Xichun turned around and told his attendant, "You send my Qianxiangluo's cloak to Miss Li. Qianyuan treats her as a younger sister. She is also my sister."

"I'm just asking casually, are you really here to be a money-scattering boy?"

"Anyway, I don't lack this piece of clothing."

Jiang Mengzhen sighed. If Wu Xichun hadn't been so forthright and generous, and so devoted to others, he wouldn't have made friends with him like this, but he was really afraid that his friend's heart would be given to others by mistake, " You still have to grow up, but don't spoil people's appetite and take all your things."

Wu Xichun smiled slightly, "If she can go, it means that the thing shouldn't be mine, so why should I feel bad?"

Jiang Mengzhen was wrapped in a thick cloak, sitting by the Ningbi Pool watching the moon.After returning from Yong'an Bo's mansion, he felt disturbed for some reason, perhaps because he was not sure whether the person behind the rockery was An Zhiyuan, or Wu Xichun's whispered words to him stirred his originally quiet heartstrings.

What Wu Xichun said was "clouds, rain, and Wushan are in vain", but Jiang Mengzhen is "there is no man in my sister-in-law's house". Those charming and gentle things on the couch are usually suppressed and ignored by him deliberately for self-control. "Secretly teaching the opportunity" with a blushing face was like throwing a burning kindling in his heart, which made him dizzy and restless.

The sage said: Diet, men and women, human desires exist.As a teenager, no matter how restrained he is, he will inevitably be curious about this aspect. Jiang Mengzhen cherishes self-restraint at ordinary times, but he can't completely eliminate this youthful impulse. The flood unloaded and was difficult to deal with.

The sound of the orchestra was blown from Yushengju across the water, which happened to be "The Wind Blows the Lotus Leaf" in "Nie Hai Ji Si Fan". Jiang Mengzhen couldn't help humming in a low voice along with the tune: "The slave pulls the cassock Broken, buried the scriptures, abandoned the wooden fish, and lost the cymbals. I can’t learn from the Rakshasa girl to slay the demons, and I can’t learn from the Nanhai Moon Avalokitesvara. The night is deep, I lie alone, and when I get up, I sit alone. Is there anyone who seems lonely? I, like this, why cut my hair... From now on, go away from the Buddha Hall of the Bell and Drum Tower, go down the mountain to find Brother Nian Shao, let him beat me, scold me, criticize me, laugh at me, and never want to To become a Buddha, do not recite Amitabha Prajna Para!"

"My lord, I'm really in a good mood tonight," Bi Yan rubbed her hands, and said softly, "It's late at night, let's go back, it's so cold, and the wind blows again, it's time to cough tomorrow."

"Go back and add some clothes, and bring my hand stove by the way, I will sit by myself for a while."

"Then you stay here and don't move, I'll go back quickly!"

Bi Yan ran away, Jiang Mengzhen looked at the pool under the hazy moonlight, and suddenly found a black shadow floating in the water.The sound of the flute stopped, the surroundings became silent for a moment, and the north wind was like a ghost crying. He couldn't help but shuddered. He moved his feet lightly, boldly picked up a stone, and threw it into the water, only to see a pair of waterfowl flying up.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "It can be seen that there are no ghosts in this world..." Before he finished speaking, a strong force came from behind, pushing him straight into the cold water!

The water in the pool was extremely deep and submerged in an instant. Jiang Mengzhen wanted to open his mouth to call for help in a panic, but the ice water poured into his mouth, choking him so hard that he couldn't breathe at all, and he couldn't make a sound at all. The cloak was as heavy as a boulder, dragging him down!

Jiang Mengzhen never imagined that such a catastrophe would happen today!He didn't know how to swim, and his limbs became stiff from the cold, and the cold water choked his lungs. He was seventy percent dead, and the only thing left was the pain of not being able to breathe and the despair of dying.

Just between life and death, a pair of arms suddenly picked up his waist, Jiang Mengzhen's will to survive made him tightly clung to the man's neck, the man's warm lips stuck to his mouth, and he took a bite Helpful heat.

They floated up and down in the water, the man's breath seemed to be particularly long, but he didn't have enough strength to bring him back to the shore.Jiang Mengzhen closed his eyes, and pushed the man's thin shoulders with his last consciousness. He didn't want anyone to die to save him, but the man who saved him hugged him so tightly, as if he had made up his mind to live with him die.

Jiang Mengzhen's body was as cold as ice, but it was the first time that his heart was so hot. The perseverance in life and death completely broke through the hidden love. He felt that he was going to die anyway, so he simply indulged his mind and dedicated All the tenderness rubbed against that person's lips - he didn't know if this was the kiss Wu Xichun said, but he felt that his wish was fulfilled, and soon completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, what he saw was his snow-blue bed curtain. Mr. Qi and Mrs. Qi were all around his bed. Bi Yan's eyes were swollen like peaches. When he saw him wake up, he burst into tears again .

"Fortunately, the young master happened to pass by, otherwise, what would have happened!"

Bi Yan plopped on the ground, and kowtowed to the people standing not far away to thank: "On behalf of my son, I thank the young master for saving my life!"

Everyone moved away sideways, Qi Fengju's gentle and handsome face appeared in front of his eyes, Jiang Mengzhen thought of the tight arms in the ice water and the specious, life-saving kiss, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

No one can describe how stunning and moving this smile is, as if a white peony that has been budding in the Heavenly Palace for 1 years has finally decided to bloom.

The author has something to say:

Clouds and rain, Wushan heartbroken in vain——Li Bai's "Qingping Diao"

My sister-in-law lives in a place where there is no man——Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

(The wind blows the lotus leaf Shapai) The servant tore the cassock,

The Buddhist scriptures were buried, the wooden fish was discarded, and the cymbals were discarded.

I can't learn from Rakshasa to cast down demons,

You can't learn the South Sea Moon Avalokitesvara.

Deep in the night, lying alone,

When you get up, sit alone.

Is there anyone who is as lonely as me?

Like this, why cut your hair?

Hate only hate, lying monks and laymen,

Where are the Buddhas in the gardens and trees of the world?

Where are the bright Buddha branches and leaves?

Where are the quicksand Buddhas on both sides of the river and lake?

Where are the [-] Amitabha Buddhas?

From now on, go away from the Bell and Drum Tower Buddha Hall,

Go down the mountain to find a young brother,

Because he hit me, scolded me, said me, laughed at me,

If you don't want to become a Buddha, you don't want to read Amitabha Prajna Paramita!

——Kunqu Opera "Nie Hai Ji Si Fan" (with deletions)