Yang Liusi

"Uncle, why are you here..." Finally, after crying, Yang Xian nestled in his aunt's arms with red and swollen eyes, and asked this question.

Hearing this, Wu Yuan's anger was almost out of control.

"If I don't come, wait for you to be bullied to death?" Wu Yuan was very angry, and wanted to raise his voice to reprimand, but his eyes touched Yang Xian's eyes that were swollen from crying, and he swallowed it again, only angry I have to stretch my calves.

When Yang Xian heard Wu Yuan's words, although his uncle didn't take a good look at him, he still had her in his heart.

Thinking of it this way, Yang Xian couldn't help but feel ashamed again.

"Your uncle is hard-spoken and soft-hearted. Don't look at him being so angry a few days ago, he is actually more worried about you than anyone else." Mrs. Wu gently smoothed Yang Xian's hair that was wet from crying on his forehead. He comforted in a soft voice, "Although he is not in Yang's residence, his heart is here."

Yang Xian felt even more ashamed.

Wu Yuan was originally irritable, but when Madam Wu said all these words to Yang Xian, she felt that she couldn't bear the old face, but no matter how angry she was, seeing Yang Xian sitting beside Madam so coquettishly and timidly, she had no choice but to calm down got angry.

"Hey..." Wu Yuan was disappointed. He looked at his niece, who looked more and more like his elder sister, and felt both joy and sadness in his heart——his sister's own flesh and blood finally grew up safely, and he still looks so similar. Sister; the sad thing is that my sister can't see this child grow into such a promising appearance with her own eyes. The sad thing is that this child has walked a more difficult road, and I am afraid that this life will be more unfortunate than her sister.

If Xian'er's life is unfortunate in the future, as an uncle, how should he face his miserable sister in the future?

Wu Yuan only felt depressed, but he couldn't bear to blame Yang Xian anymore.

"I'm going to see Yang...to see your father." Wu Yuan sighed, his niece was born in such a family, and her biological father was not far from her stepfather. If something like this happened, he would not care She, her own father, is not sure what will happen to her.

"I..." Yang Xian hesitated for a moment, then muttered, "I'll go too..."

Wu Yuan raised his eyebrows, and raised his voice twice: "Why, are you afraid that I'll make him angry?"

"No, I..." Yang Xian was in a hurry to argue, but was stopped by Mrs. Wu, and said with a gentle smile, "You uncles and nephews, you can't even speak well." At the end, he raised his eyes to Wu Yuan, and said with a smile on his face : "Go on your own, I will take care of you."

There was gratitude in Wu Yuan's eyes, and he looked at his wife with a little more tenderness. His wife was gentle and kind, and he was relieved to have her around.

Wu Yuan walked away, Mrs. Wu still looked at him with tender eyes, she was obviously the most dignified and generous person in normal times, her expression at this time was as shy as a girl who is in the middle of cardamom looking at her sweetheart, but not shy affectionate.

Yang Xian looked at this scene with a dazed expression.

She was so envious.

If she and Fanyin can also spend this life with mutual support like uncle and aunt, if they can accompany each other in ordinary days, and if they can look at each other in such an afternoon, she is willing to give everything.

"That's great..." She murmured involuntarily.

Only then did Mrs. Wu come to her senses, realizing that she had become a nymphomaniac in front of her niece, and she couldn't help feeling a little hot on her cheeks; but after thinking about it, what's wrong with her husband, why should she be coy, thinking like this, Then he regained his dignity and grace.

"Ninny..." But after thinking about it again, my niece's marriage has just been messed up. Although it is a marriage that is not tolerated by the world, it is a sad thing after all.

Mrs. Wu felt a little guilty again.

"Auntie, why is it so difficult to be with the person you like?" Before Mrs. Wu could comfort her, Yang Xian couldn't hide her inner words. Very, I forced to keep my eyes wide open, for fear that the tears would fall if I blinked.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Mrs. Wu's heart softened. She stretched out her hand to hold the tightly squeezed hands, gently stretched out the fingers that were clenched together, and touched the red spot where the nails were pinched. "If you are the right person, how can it be difficult?"

Yang Xian froze for a moment, then looked at Mrs. Wu firmly: "Auntie, I've never seen anyone more right than her."

Now it was Madam Wu's turn to be stunned.

The husband's niece was raised as a man since she was a child, and she has a somewhat masculine temperament. Her mind is much rougher than that of ordinary girls, and she is not as persistent as ordinary girls in many things.She always thought that a girl like Nannan would not be addicted to love.

In hindsight, she was not only wrong, but dead wrong.

"Ninny, you are still young, if you are so persistent, you will regret it in the future." Although Madam Wu couldn't bear it, she still said it out.

In this world, normal couples will turn against each other, not to mention they are not tolerated by the world in the first place?No matter how much affection you have, if you are always hindered by fetters, one day you will be riddled with holes and lose the original beauty.

However, I am afraid that these two children will not understand this truth, nor will they listen to it.

Yang Xian was a little stunned when he heard this.

Why doesn't she know the meaning of Madam Wu's words?She always liked to soak in the place of fireworks and willow lanes, and there were never many sad things on those romantic occasions.

But despite seeing so much, she still wants to believe that she and Fanyin can walk through this short but long life hand in hand.

"Auntie, I regret it." She heard her own voice, softly, with infinite sorrow.

Mrs. Wu's heart skipped a beat, thinking she had listened.

"I regret it. Why didn't I meet her and fall in love with her earlier? If I could have met her earlier, maybe I would have been braver and better able to plan all of this. I don't have to end up with nothing but the excitement." At the end of Yang Xian's speech, he almost exhausted all his strength.

How she hated to admit that what she got was an empty dream.

The girl in front of her had low eyebrows, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes were slightly red, her hands were tightly twisted together, and on the back of her white hands, there were distinct light blue blood vessels.

Madam Wu watched Yang Xian's reaction, and she finally let out a long sigh.

And Wu Yuan had already arrived at Yang Tonghui's door, hesitating for a moment, Wu Yuan took a deep breath under the watchful eyes of a group of servants in Yang's residence, as if he had made up his mind, he strode in.

The servants of the Yang Mansion looked at the uncle's expression, and discussed among themselves whether they should listen to the wall just in case or something - after all, their prime minister and this uncle have never been very friendly, and now the lord is sick. Bed, if the uncle and master can't hold back, wouldn't my lord suffer a loss...

Regardless of what a group of servants outside thought, Wu Yuan walked in the door with a livid face, only to see Yang Tonghui, who was always very tough in the court hall, was not very angry on the couch at the moment.

Are you really mad?

I don't know, is the prime minister so angry that Yang Xian married Prince Yu's illegitimate daughter without hesitation, or is he so angry that the son he raised for 17 years turned into a girl?

"Yang Tonghui!" After all, Wu Yuan was not a group of caring servants like Yang's, and he didn't have the patience to wait in front of Yang Tonghui's bed, so he just called out in a cold voice.

Yang Tonghui's eyelids moved slightly, but it was still like a pool of stagnant water, without any anger, not even a smack.

Wu Yuan stepped forward abruptly, bent down and looked at the motionless Yang Tonghui; because Master Wu came to visit his brother-in-law, he had already sent out all the servants in the room, so the room was quiet at the moment, and two people could be heard clearly. The sound of human breathing.

"Yang Tonghui," Wu Yuan straightened up, with a sneer on his face, "It's okay, if you really lose your temper, it's fine."

"It's Xian'er's misfortune to have a father like you, but it's Xian'er's blessing if you really can't afford to be ill."

"If you can't afford it," Wu Yuan's sneer deepened, "I'll let people spread rumors in Beijing that Prime Minister Yang is seriously ill, that his only son died of illness due to excessive injuries, the Yang family... from then on. No one. At that time, Xian'er will no longer be a member of your Yang family."

"Wu Yuan! How dare you!" Prime Minister Yang, who was lying upright on the bed at first, felt as if countless thorns had sprung out from the couch, causing Mr. Yang to jump up suddenly.

Wu Yuan looked at Master Yang whose old face was flushed, and couldn't help but sneer: "Master Yang, how are you?"

Yang Tonghui's old face turned redder, but he refused to argue with him, but said in a rough voice: "Master Wu, it's not your turn to intervene in the Yang family's affairs!"

"Really?" Wu Yuan raised his eyebrows lightly, but his expression turned calm, "What does the matter of the Yang family have to do with me? That's right, Xian'er should have belonged to my Wu family."

"You!" Yang Tonghui almost fainted, "Yang Xian's surname is Yang!"

"Oh?" Wu Yuan smiled slightly, even more indifferently, "I wonder if Xianer, who is a girl, is still surnamed Yang?"

"..." Yang Tonghui choked on these words, and almost rolled his eyes with anger.