Shi Anxia thought thoughtfully that Tang Chuwen was, after all, the biological son of her maternal grandfather and step-grandmother. Naturally, she had to be notified of this important matter of divorcing her wife and seducing her sister in due time, otherwise she would appear to be a granddaughter who is ignorant.
In fact, she has always wanted to be a good granddaughter who is filial and considerate.
Bei Hui understood this and asked, "Would you like to tell me something about Young Master Xinghe?"
Shi Anxia smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth and put his finger on the forehead of the wooden doll. , "You, be gentle in everything and don't be too irritating." She raised her eyes and said, "Just get a copy of all the recently published newspapers so that my grandfather can learn more about the major events happening in Beijing."
Bei Hui's eyebrows were dancing with joy, "I'll go and make arrangements right now."
The newspaper had a lot of glorious anecdotes about Young Master Xinghe, both serious and wild. Zhu Shi must have seen the blood rushing to his forehead... Bei Hui smiled and raised his eyebrows, while Le narrowed his eyes.
Red Magpie bumped into her outside the house, puzzled, "Sister Bei Hui, what are you happy about?"
Bei Hui raised his eyebrows, "Everything goes well, everything goes as expected. "You're not allowed to have fun?"
Hong Que laughed, "I'm happy too!"
"What are you enjoying?" Bei Hui teased her and looked at her. The beauty, who was becoming more and more beautiful, couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek gently, causing a red mark.
Hong Que took Bei Hui's hand and imitated his tone, "Everything goes well, everything goes as expected, why don't you allow me to have fun?"
Bei Hui Hui hugged the little girl Hong Que and patted her, and suddenly sighed, "Hong Que, I don't even dare to think about it. Last year at this time, I was worried about what to do if you were so good-looking. At that time, Master Yunxing would always send you there I'm so afraid of being dragged in the woodshed."
Hong Que buried her face in Bei Hui's arms and said with great affection, "Sister Bei Hui, and sister Dong Lei Xi Yue Nan Yan. , you are all good, you all protect Hong Que. And Madam, she also protects Hong Que... Hong Que felt very grateful."
Bei Hui took a deep breath, "Okay, look at me. What are you talking about? I just lament that the past six months have changed so much that I feel..." She hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Even our North Wing seems to have changed. It’s different.”
Hong Que doesn’t know much about current affairs, so naturally he can’t feel much change.
But she has truly felt that the Hou Mansion has changed hands from decline to now.
After the Hou Mansion changed hands, the entire Hou Mansion became orderly. The relationship between servants and servants is not like it was before, with a lot of dirty things going on behind the scenes.
Even in a crowded place like Yunqi Academy, there are almost no incidents of students abusing each other. There is a learning atmosphere where you outdo each other and don’t admit defeat.
Not long after, the outdated former Protector Tang Songlin received a letter from the capital.
Actually, the place where he lives is not far from the capital, less than a hundred miles out of the city, but life in the countryside is really boring.
He received a letter from the capital, and he was rarely happy for a while, feeling that someone was still thinking about him.
At first glance, it turned out to be the handwriting of my granddaughter, and it was not a letter written by my granddaughter. It was just a letter written in her granddaughter's tone.
Because he had carefully read his granddaughter's handwriting. The handwriting looked messy and skewed, so he must have done it for the girl.
This is not important, just look at the content. After seeing it, he became furious and threw the letter at the skinny Zhu, "Look at the good things your son has done! Divorce his wife and sell his sister! Where does he have the face!"
Zhu is now Sitting in the yard basking in the sun all day long, rubbing his nose and feet was not very particular at all. He sneered back, "My son? You have no share?"
If Tang Songlin hadn't wanted to kill Mr. Zhu, She didn't even have anyone to talk to, so he could really push her into the river without mercy.
He looked at the old woman coldly, and then thought of the gentle, quiet, well-educated and beautiful appearance of the late lady.
No comparison, no comparison at all.
He also sneered, "I only know that my son is like Tang Chuyu!"
"Well! Your son Tang Chuyu is very good. It's hard to see him without you dying. Xijue? You are also the first in the North Wing. You have made a difference. "Zhu's bones ached, but he didn't lose at all.
Who is afraid of whom now! It's still considered to be at the Protector's Mansion. A person with bare feet and a person with bad shoes are no more noble than the other.
After all, now that she is like this, she can’t rely on anyone.
If your son divorces his wife, let him divorce her. Liang Yanzhi was not good at all. She was unable to have children and was hypocritical. She was always threatening her with things that happened in her early years.
Now I am fine, I have been divorced, and I can no longer make trouble.
It’s just a pain for her little daughter. It is estimated that she will have to be rubbed by her brother for the rest of her life. I don’t know how she will live the rest of her life?
Under the dazzling sunlight, Mrs. Zhu gradually shed tears.
In a daze, she was recalling her life in the torture of bone pain.
If I had married my childhood sweetheart, things would be different now.
Only after marrying Tang Songlin did I realize that this man was cold to the core.
She was not clear-eyed in her early years, and she only wanted to secure her position as the matron of the Duke Protector's Mansion.
Zhu also thought that if she had not betrayed the dowry given to Tang Chujun by her late wife and had not calculated that Tang Chujun would marry Shi Chengxuan, maybe today would be a different story.
She closed her eyes gently, and felt the clicking sounds of broken bones ringing in her ears.
It hurts! Penetrating pain.
She opened her eyes, her eyes blurred with tears, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.
She thought that if she could live her life again, she would never harm anyone with something like "Broken Bone Incense" again.
She was in so much pain, not to mention...
Tang Songlin didn't notice that Zhu was in pain, and felt that he had stopped talking.I don’t even want to say anything anymore. But after reading the newspaper for a while, he still couldn't help but say, "My grandson Tang Xinghe has become successful..."
He read the newspaper to Mr. Zhu, feeling so proud in his heart that he couldn't help laughing and scolding, "This skinny Monkey!"
But after I finished cursing, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
He never cared about this grandson from beginning to end.
Because it was the blood of the late wife, he felt that at least a small part of it was the blood of the merchant Jia Ming family.
He has never held his eldest grandson!
When I want to hug him now, my eldest grandson is already soaring in the sky like an eagle. But his grandfather had fallen into the dirt.
You said something to the old couple, and I responded. I was stunned and finished reading all the articles written by a man named "Mr. Chu Sheng".
Zhu was so jealous that even Tang Xinghe had become like this. Not only did the bones hurt, blood rushed to the forehead, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness stuck in the throat.
Tang Songlin said, "This 'Mr. Chu Sheng' is so talented in writing, it's like living in the Protector's Mansion and watching the stars grow up."
Zhu Deliberately poking at his heart, "Maybe it was written by your good grandson Shi Yunqi."
Tang Songlin shook his head seriously, "Impossible. The writing style is different, and the words used by serious students are not like this. If you say it was written by my daughter Chu Jun, I will believe it, but it cannot be my good grandson."
Zhu didn't take it seriously. She closed her eyes and laughed miserably, a mouthful of blood welling up from her throat. It flowed out from the corner of his mouth, "You still know how to use words, you only have so much ink! Your daughter is also stupid, how can she write an article..."
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