The scumbag ran away from marriage, I remarried on the spot

Gu Jingxi was particularly considerate and said: "It seems that Madam hasn't had a good rest yet. Let's have breakfast and then sleep for a while."

After hearing this, Meng Jinyao always felt that the other party was laughing at her, and she felt a little aggrieved.

After this man saw her last night, he slept soundly, but she just touched him and was caught, and then she felt so guilty that she couldn't sleep.

She choked and said: "Husband, did you look good last night?"

Gu Jingxi's face stiffened, and he asked instead of answering: "How do you feel, madam?"

Meng Jinyao gritted her teeth: "Very good."

Gu Jingxi smiled and said, "Madam is also very beautiful."

He was misunderstood last night, but it was true that this little girl touched his face.

Originally he wanted to sleep, but there were a pair of eyes staring straight at him. The pitying look was like looking at a little pitiful child, which made his scalp numb. It was strange that he could fall asleep.

However, he didn't expect that the little girl would suddenly reach out and touch his face. When he found out, she said confidently: "You looked at me and I touched you. It's even."

Meng Jinyao glared at him angrily, didn't reply, and sat down opposite him.

Gu Jingxi rubbed his eyebrows, a little helpless. Even if he explained, it would be sophistry. This little girl might have regarded him as his disciple and scolded him in her heart all night long.

The maids saw that the atmosphere among their masters seemed to be a little off, so they served them more carefully.

After breakfast, Gu Jingxi left Wei Ruixuan and didn't know where to go. However, this was not a problem that Meng Jinyao should be concerned about. Thinking that it was getting late, it wouldn't be too late to pay her respects to her mother-in-law, so she prepared to go to her birthday party. Antang.

When Chunqiao heard her talking to Ningdong and Qingqiu about Shou'an Hall, she hurriedly took a few steps forward and asked respectfully: "Madam, are you going to pay your respects to the old lady?"

Meng Jinyao nodded "Yes" and looked at her: "Do you have something to report?"

Chunqiao reminded: "The old lady likes purity. She stays in the Buddhist hall on weekdays and doesn't like to be disturbed by juniors. The eldest lady, the second lady, and other masters go to pay their respects to the old lady on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month."

Meng Jinyao pursed her lips and smiled: "I am the new daughter-in-law, how can I be like the elder sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law?"

Hear the sound and know the elegant meaning.

Chunqiao understood the implication almost as soon as her words fell. A new daughter-in-law must be set by her mother-in-law when she comes in. Some mothers-in-law are not satisfied if they don’t set rules for their new daughter-in-law for two or three years, but their old lady Not the same, he said: "Madam, the old lady never sets rules for the new daughter-in-law. I heard that when the first lady and the second lady first got married, there were no rules. You are the old lady's direct daughter-in-law, and the old lady will not do it even more. Let me set the rules for you.”

Meng Jinyao nodded slightly, she did not doubt Chunliu's words, and Chunliu did not dare to deceive her. Moreover, on the day of the tea ceremony, her mother-in-law was also very kind, which further confirmed the authenticity of Chunliu's words.

There are so many differences between people. They are all old ladies. Her grandmother is someone who knows how to trouble younger people. Even though her stepmother, Mrs. Sun, is in charge of the middle class in the house and has everything she wants, she still has to put her tail between her legs when she comes to her grandmother. As a human being, you have to please when it's time to please.

She didn't have a good rest last night, so she didn't have to go to say hello now, she could just take a nap.

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Half an hour later, Meng Jinyao woke up. Taking advantage of the fact that it was still early and it was still more than half an hour before noon, she was preparing to take a walk around the house and familiarize herself with the environment.

At this time, Chun Liu diligently stepped forward and reported: "Madam, the Marquis just came back from the study and went to the ancestral hall again."

Ancestral hall?

Meng Jinyao was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that her cheap and good son Gu Xiuming was now confined to the ancestral hall and was beaten half to death yesterday. Gu Jingxi must have gone to the ancestral hall to see his son.

Chunliu raised his head slightly and glanced at her, unable to tell whether she was happy or not, and then said, "My servant found out that the prince had a high fever last night, so the Marquis came to see him."

"High fever?" Meng Jinyao was stunned and asked, "How is my son now? Has the fever gone?"

Chunliu shook his head gently: "This slave doesn't know."

Meng Jinyao rolled her eyes and suddenly changed her mind. She didn't want to go shopping for the time being. She looked at Chunliu and said with a smile: "Chunliu, come with me to the ancestral hall to see how the prince is doing now."

Hearing this, Chunliu's face froze and he hesitated: "Husband, Madam, let's go to the ancestral hall now?" Didn't the Marquis know that she was the informant when he saw her? Isn't Madam trying to trick her?

Meng Jinyao nodded, her eyebrows furrowed, and a look of worry appeared on her face. She seemed like a loving mother who was worried about her son. She said worriedly: "The child is sick. How can I, a mother, feel relieved if I don't go and see him?" As she said, She sighed softly, "Chunliu, you are not a mother yet. When you become a mother, you will understand my mood at the moment."

Chunliu choked on these words: "..."

She swore: Madam, are you sure you didn't go to the ancestral hall to anger the prince because you didn't think he was sick enough?

However, a good maid who knows how to please her master will naturally tell her what he likes to hear. How can she care about what his master is really thinking?

Chunliu echoed: "What Madam said is that the prince is really lucky to have such a good mother as Madam."

Meng Jinyao nodded in agreement. Isn't she a good mother? When her son was sick, she immediately went to visit her, a good mother who wished she could make her son so angry.

Yes, that's right, she is wicked and will retaliate. She likes to hurt the enemy, likes to see the misery of the enemy, watch other people's jokes, make others unhappy, and also hypocritically find a high-sounding reason.

In the past, because she was not immoral enough, people always kidnapped her with morality. Now that she is immoral enough, her life is much easier. For some people, there is no need for morality at all.

She continued to pretend, and said rather melancholy: "The child was beaten yesterday, and maybe he is still resenting me in his heart."

Chunliu comforted him: "Madam, the prince is still young. When he grows up, he will naturally understand Madam's painstaking efforts. It is for his own good that Madam educates him."

Ningdong: "..."

Qingqiu: "..."

Still young? The prince is two months older than his wife!

They suddenly discovered that this Chunliu was really a wonderful person. He knew that his wife had no good intentions, but he could still praise her so much. They were ashamed of his flattering skills.

Seeing that she was done pretending, Meng Jinyao sighed softly: "I hope, without further ado, let's go first." After saying that, she glanced at Qingqiu and Ningdong, and then walked out of the house with brisk steps.

Ningdong wanted to follow, but Qingqiu pulled her sleeves and signaled her not to follow. Mrs. Cai just gave them a look, which meant that they didn't have to follow. She only took Chunliu with her, perhaps to test Chunliu.

Seeing that the two of them were standing still, Chunliu had no choice but to follow suit. He couldn't help but raise his hand and lightly slapped his mouth, cursing in his heart: Look at your mouth, you are not clever at all, just leave it to yourself. trouble.