The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

Liu Yuanqing raised his glass and drank it all, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "Do you think I don't want to care? Do you think I haven't cared? I..."

He was choked with sobs and couldn't speak. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed.

Tang Zhongbai turned around and closed the door, then slowly walked to Liu Yuanqing and said slowly, "Brother, the lobby in the front yard is not closed yet, why don't we talk there?"

The force with which Jiang Muxia kicked the door just now was so great that it might have already alarmed the companions in the convoy.

When he went out, he saw the light on in his parents' room.

The inn was simple and had very poor sound insulation. Her parents already knew that she had kicked someone's door in the middle of the night, so they ran in to question her.

A woman who was about to get married kicked a stranger's door in the middle of the night, and without saying a word, she beat and scolded him. Tang Zhongbai was terrified by such shocking behavior, fearing that his parents would have a quarrel with her and the marriage would change. What should he do?

Jiang Muxia's mood had calmed down. She looked up. The person in front of her was haggard and decadent, and was completely different from the Liu Yuanqing she had seen in her previous life.

Only then did I realize that the two siblings had been in such a difficult situation. Before the benefactor woke up from his serious illness and started to fight back, the two siblings' lives were not going well.

She understood Liu Qingyuan at that time. Since her sister couldn't stand up on her own, he would teach everyone in the mansion a lesson. After he left, the consequences would rebound on her sister, and she would be even more miserable.

Liu Qingyuan's brother-in-law Tang Yi was a bastard and was not valued at home. The concubine in his room was sent by the mistress, so how could she let him live comfortably in his room?

That's why he fell in love with Liu Yuanhe, the daughter of the deceased county magistrate in the suburbs, who was honest and easy to control. But Tang Yi was confused and was fooled by the concubine. He trampled the original wife to the ground, making the whole backyard restless.

Tang Yi was a small clerk working in the Ministry of Rites. He was not taken seriously in the government office and lived his life from day to day in a daze.

In the previous life, when Jiang Muxia came to Liu Yuanhe, she had woken up from the illness nine years ago and had a vast business in all parts of the world. For the sake of her child, she spent a lot of money to get connections, so that Tang Yi could be promoted to Yuanwailang. At this time, he saw the value of Liu Qinghe, and she used an excuse to send the concubine in the room to the farm, so Tang Yi turned his attention to his original wife.

In her previous life, Jiang Muxia had never liked Tang Yi, believing that he was a hypocrite who only flattered the weak and looked down on the powerful.

After Liu Qingyuan calmed down, he raised his head again. His eyes were red and full of despair.

"Thank you for your concern. We don't know each other, so it's not necessary."

"Okay." Jiang Muxia agreed straightforwardly. She changed the subject and continued, "Sister Qinghe helped me before. Now that I'm back in Beijing, I won't just watch her go. Just go back to Beijing and consider it as helping me."

Liu Qingyuan raised his head again with drunken eyes, looked the two of them up and down, and waved at them.

This was a clear rejection of her.

"Forget it, go back to your room and rest, we'll talk about it another day."

Jiang Muxia nodded in understanding. The more she forced him now, the more counterproductive it would be. It would be better to wait until he sobered up and figured things out himself, then he would naturally come to her on his own initiative.

Jiang Mutao in the room had not yet rested and was sitting in bed, waiting for her anxiously.

When she saw her sister return to her room, she couldn't help but sit up straight, her eyes wide open, and asked her anxiously, "Sister, are you okay?"

Jiang Muxia took off her coat and got into bed. A warm current rushed through her body. She reached out and pushed her sister into bed, smiling, "Go to sleep. An old friend got drunk and is letting off some steam!"

"Oh."

The next morning, in the front yard lobby, everyone was sitting at the table eating breakfast. Liu Ying smiled faintly at her and asked nothing and said nothing.

After dinner, Lu Chaoyun took his daughter to a secluded and quiet corner and questioned her in a low voice.

"What happened last night has spread all over the inn."

Jiang Muxia touched his forehead helplessly, sighed and explained, "It's okay, Zhong Bai is here too."

"You," Lu Chaoyun poked her head in frustration, "your future parents-in-law are still here. Our two families are already the best in the world. How can they respect you if you act so foolishly, ancestors?"

"I was wrong."

Jiang Muxia hugged her mother and acted coquettishly. After she calmed down, she felt that she was too impulsive last night and should have called Tang Zhongbai first and knocked on the door to go in.

After getting married, she should be more careful about the distinction between men and women. She is no longer alone; her words and actions represent the Tang family.

When she did something wrong, it wasn't just her face that was brought shame upon, it was the entire Tang family.

At that time, even if Tang Zhongbai loved her, Liu Ying couldn't get over it.

The reputation of aristocratic families is more important than their lives.

When they set out, they did not see Liu Qingyuan come out of the room. They didn't know whether he was still hungover or simply didn't want to see them.

Feng Baichuan rode to Tang Zhongbai's carriage and reported, "Sir Tang, we can reach the capital in three days at most."

Tang Zhongbai nodded, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Feng."

A small hand tugged at his collar, pleading with eyes full of longing, "Second brother, can I go find Sister Jiang? I have a question for her."

Tang Zhongbai closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, "No."

He secretly complained in his heart, wondering when did this brat change his way of speaking and stop calling his second sister-in-law "sister".

"why?"

"There is a difference between men and women."

"Humph." Tang Jize pushed him hard and he almost fell down. "Lift your feet. I want to sleep."

Without waiting for his reaction, she angrily lay down with her back to him.

Tang Zhongbai gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, waving them at him a few times, but he still held back.

You have to love your own brother.

Jiang Muxia was in the car, holding her younger brother and sleeping soundly in the warm and thick cotton quilt.

She hardly slept a wink last night. Her little brother was drowsy from the shaking of the carriage, so she took him into bed.

Jiang Mutao, who was riding in the same car with her, had to run to her parents' car and sit there to knit.

On the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, the convoy arrived in the capital, and the Tang and Jiang families said goodbye and set off separately.

The Tang family's convoy headed straight for the Tang Mansion in Chenglefang in the west of the city, while the Jiang family, led by Tang Zhongbai, drove to Lai Ju Tavern in the south of the city.

When they left the county town, Cao Jun'an wrote a letter to Tang Zhongbai and asked him to take the letter to the capital and stay at Jujiu Hotel.

As a gift to congratulate him on his wedding, they were provided with free food and lodging here.

There is a curfew in the capital at night, and Tang Zhongbai has to rush back to Chenglefang before the curfew.

Lai Ju Wine House is located in Wuchangfang in the south of the city. Now the streets are brightly lit and there are pavilions and towers lined up one after another. The Jiang family is dazzled and amazed. They have never seen such a prosperous scene in their lives.

"Whoa..." The convoy stopped in front of a shop that was decorated magnificently and antiquely. Jiang Muyang stared at his sister in surprise with his big eyes.

"Big sister, is this the capital? It's so beautiful here, is it the imperial palace?" Jiang Muxia covered his mouth. There were so many people in this place, and if they said a wrong word, they would be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives. They would die without knowing how they died. Even coming to the Jujiushe would not be able to escape the crime.

This is the imperial palace, so what are the Cao family members?

Jiang Muxia was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat. She looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them, so she squatted down and solemnly instructed him.

"Be good, don't say a word of this kind of thing in the future, you will be beheaded, and it will also implicate the Tang and Cao families, do you understand?"

The little guy nodded as if he understood, and Jiang Muxia added, "Remember, the majesty of the royal family must not be desecrated at any time. We must treat it with awe."

The little guy looked at his sister's serious expression and nodded heavily, "Sister, I understand."