Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"Then, in your previous life, did you also marry the third prince?" the old lady asked, the beads in her hand kept twisting, betraying her inner excitement.

Du Xuechun shook his head, "In my previous life, I married His Royal Highness. The person who bears me is also him. Therefore, in this life, I will never let him get better."

The old lady stared at Du Xuechun, saw the hatred in her eyes, and sighed softly, "It's fine, it's all cause and effect, and it must be paid back. If he has lost you, he should pay you back."

Yes, if God had not given her this opportunity, how could she stand here and talk to the old lady now. Now that she got this opportunity, she must seize it.

"Grandma, so I have to go here." Du Xuechun's eyes were firm. In this life, she has saved the life of the old lady. Why can't she save Feng Xuan Che?

The old lady nodded, "Since you and him are already husband and wife, they are naturally one." After a pause, "But...what is the final outcome of Xiangfu?"

Hearing this, Du Xuechun was silent, "Du Qingheng ascended to the throne of the queen, and Feng Xuanming ascended the throne. Xiangfu's glory is infinite, but, according to my understanding of Feng Xuanming, the ending of Xiangfu can only be a rabbit death. ."

The old lady sighed, "If your father was sorry for anything in his previous life, you have to bear it more in this life. He just believed in the destiny. My confused son, if he does a foolish thing in the end, please do you Keep him alive."

Looking at the face of the old lady, Du Xuechun still couldn't bear to refuse, and nodded, "I know my grandmother."

...

At the same time, Feng Xuan Che finished washing and was sitting on a stool reading a book.

A Jin came in with a cup of tea and stood there, watching the faint smile on Feng Xuanche's face, "The master is really happy."

"Yes." Feng Xuan Che realized that since seeing Du Xuechun today, the smile on his face has not stopped.

"The master hasn't laughed like this for a long time. On weekdays, I see that the master is deserted. Now it's fine. With the wife, the master can smile every day." A Jin closed the window and said.

Thinking of that bright face, Feng Xuanche's smile couldn't help but deepen.

"By the way, Master, there's something A Jin doesn't know whether to say or not." A Jin seemed to think of something in general, and turned his head to Feng Xuan Che.

Feng Xuan Che raised his head and looked at A Jin, "What's the matter?"

"Madam seems to be looking for someone."

"Who?" Feng Xuan Che raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Jin Mingying told me that in Yangzhou, find a stable wife named Liu Yun." Ajin stood aside and said.

"Wang Po?" Feng Xuan frowned, "You sent a letter to Yangzhou Provincial Governor and asked him to check it. You must find this person."

Hearing Feng Xuanche's words, A Jin was startled, "Master, there is only one name, like a needle in a haystack, how can I find it?"

"It's just difficult, and it's not impossible to find it. You can issue a Breeze Order so that the people of Qingfeng Pavilion can also look for it." Ajin was even more surprised.

Qingfeng Pavilion was originally a guard trained by Feng Xuan Che, and it was scattered all over Dashun. I have never asked them to do anything, just because I was afraid of exposing Feng Xuanche. Now in order to find someone, I have to give a clear breeze order?

At last, Ah Jin nodded, indicating that he knew. I couldn't help but admire Du Xuechun even more.

"By the way, are you ready for the betrothal gift?" Feng Xuanche asked. Now the day of divorce is not long, the betrothal gift that was arranged early should be prepared.

"Everything else is ready, only the snow lotus mountain that day, I haven't found the goods yet." A Jin stalled his hands. The snow lotus in Tianshan mountain has only been a hundred years old, and the master asked it to find it, where is it so easy.

Feng Xuanche's brows constricted, "Can't wait, you can find it first. Are everything else ready?"

"Everything else is there, Master, do you want to take a look at this wedding dress?" A Jin asked.

Feng Xuanche nodded, "Let me see it, it's best to prepare a few more, if she doesn't like it, she can still have a choice."

Ajin smiled, "I knew the master would say so, I was ready in the morning." He clapped his hands, and the two maids brought in three sets of wedding gowns.

Feng Xuanchee smiled, "Sure enough, you still understand me."

Each wedding gown has a different style, all made by Suzhou's most famous embroiderer. Feng Xuan Che looked at these three sets, "Guess, which one would she choose?"

A Jin looked up at Feng Xuan Che, and said, "I guess Madam will definitely choose this most gorgeous set. The pearls on this set are extremely pure. Girls should like them all."

Feng Xuan Che shook his head, "I think she would choose this."

He picked up the middle set. The wedding gown had no decorations, it was a flaming red piece, but there was a small waistband around the waist, which could set off the woman's figure just right.

A Jin touched his head, "Master, since ancient times, women have prepared wedding dresses by themselves. We are also preparing wedding dresses in this wedding ceremony. Isn't this a mess?"

Feng Xuan Che cast a glance at A Jin and said, "Being my princess, why bother to sew it yourself."

Hearing this, Ajin's mouth slumped, and his heart was even more aggrieved. He didn't make any effort to speak, but he still listened to the master every day.

"Okay, that's it. Tomorrow morning, send the greeting note to the minister's mansion. After noon, we will send the wedding gift." Feng Xuanche touched the wedding gown, almost imagining Du Xuechun wearing it. .

Ajin nodded.

The next day.

Xiangfu received the greeting message early in the morning. Du Heng came to Song Qingyu's residence. Song Qingyu had been sick for half a month, and he had not seen any better.

"Are you better today?" Du Heng frowned as he watched Song Qingyu's increasingly haggard face.

Song Qingyu coughed slightly, and said, "It's better, my grandfather is here today, what's the matter?"

Du Heng hadn't seen her for a long time, and came over early today, there must be something wrong.

Sure enough, Du Heng said, "You are ready to prepare. Today, the three princes will come to the mansion to present the betrothal gift. As the mistress of the house, you will naturally be there. But, how do you stand up like you are now?"

Looking at Du Heng's eyes, Song Qingyu forcibly braced his body and got up, "Is it going to be a gift so soon?"

"We have one month left before the wedding. It's not too early to give it away." Du Heng frowned.

Song Qingyu was silent for a moment, and sighed, "The days go so fast."

"If you can't get up, I'll let Man'er go, and you can raise your body." Song Qingyu's appearance is really unsightly.

Who knows, Song Qingyu suddenly grabbed Du Heng's hand, "Who said I can't get up? I am the mistress of this family, what kind of thing is she!"

"As a mistress, you talk like this, what do you look like?" Du Heng looked at Song Qingyu's appearance and sighed. He used to think Song Qingyu was very gentle, but now it seems that he had misread Song Qingyu.

"What is it like? Yes, what is it like!" Song Qingyu said, and lay down again, tears running down her cheeks.