When the storm took the script

The wedding date was approaching, but Yan Qinghuan eloped with someone to escape the marriage. As soon as the news came, Wen Jingxing coughed up a mouthful of black blood and fell into a coma for two whole days.

Mrs. Hou was so frightened that she fainted on the spot, and Lord Hou was furious, angry and anxious. If his son hadn't woken up and pleaded, he would have already brought this matter to His Majesty, and the city was full of trouble.

Even though the Zhongyong Hou Mansion didn't pursue it further in the end, and even found a substitute to hide the whole thing, Hou Ye still had no nose and no eyes to Mr. Shang Shu. The originally good marriage has now become an enemy, Shang Shu My lord naturally couldn't hold back his breath, wishing to kill Yan Qinghuan, the troublemaker.

Now that the culprit was finally found, the Shangshu Mansion naturally sent Yan Qinghuan to the Hou Mansion without stopping.

Mr. Yan was ashamed to come, but to show his sincerity, he asked his eldest son and the criminal daughter to make amends.

The original words are that if the second son still has the slightest affection for the criminal girl, then he can keep it, even if he is a maidservant; There was no father-daughter relationship between this sinner and him.

When Yan Qinghuan fell to the ground, let alone Mrs. Hou, he didn't even lift the eyelids of Mr. Yan, let alone the servants, who bowed their heads and counted the bricks on the ground. don't move.

Women's elopement was a serious crime in ancient times, and the greatest possibility was to be executed by family law.

Wen Jingxing was not an ancient person after all, and his brain had not been poisoned by feudal thoughts. Although he had no idea about Yan Qinghuan, he was a living human being after all.

After thinking for a while, he called the maid who was waiting on the side over: "Take Miss Yan down and take care of her."

He also said to Mrs. Hou Ye who was at the head: "Father and mother, it is meaningless to say who is right and who is wrong about all kinds of entanglements in the past today, but it proves that the son and Miss Yan are indeed not destined. Fortunately, the son has been with him for a lifetime. Mrs. Yan, as for Miss Yan..."

He turned to look at Mr. Yan: "When Miss Yan wakes up, send her out of the house."

Wen Jingxing was still thinking about An Jiu, and he turned around to leave after speaking, but Yan Qinghuan, who was slowly waking up, grabbed the corner of his clothes, her complexion was really bad, as ugly as a piece of white paper, her dry lips parted slightly, Qing Piao Piao said in a voice that only two people could hear clearly: "Help me, I'm pregnant..."

Pregnant.

Wen Jingxing's eyebrows twitched fiercely, this child is naturally not his own, it is the man who eloped with her, according to the ancient saying, it should be called "Nie Zi".

If he really allowed Yan Qinghuan to be taken away today, at least he would be poured down with a bowl of Luozi soup to drain the child, and it is more likely that the Master Shangshu would find a place where no one was around and secretly dispose of Yan Qinghuan in order to correct the family tradition. One dead and two dead.

Yan Qinghuan died, and the Shangshu Mansion also gave Zhongyong Hou an explanation. Soon, there will be news in the Hou Mansion that the Second Madam is suffering from a serious illness, and they are pretending to recruit some doctors into the mansion to show to outsiders. After two or three months Well, the second girl Yan who was bestowed a marriage by the emperor really died in the early spring and March when catkins were everywhere in the city.

Wen Jingxing lowered his head and glanced at Ms. Yan who was clutching the corner of her clothes. Although she was embarrassed, she could still vaguely see the aura of agility at the time. There was a large black and red blood stain on her forehead, which was obviously the result of kowtowing and nibbling like that fool An Jiu.

Back then, the original owner only had a glimpse at the spring banquet, the beautiful woman’s long brocade skirt was winding down, the big and big crabapple flowers were blooming gorgeously, her eyebrows and eyes were bright and amazing, just smiling, her heart was completely lost.

Yan Qinghuan was the only gleam in the original owner's bitter black and white life. When she saw it, she was reluctant to let go, and her obsession became a demon.

In the end, it also ruined two people because of this obsession.

"please……"

Yan Qinghuan covered his lower abdomen with one hand, and the hand holding the corner of Wen Jingxing's clothes got a little harder. He fell on the ground and coughed a few times, obviously exhausted, but he still struggled to open his eyes and looked at the only life-saving straw in front of him.

Wen Jingxing frowned and then loosened, it was really a headache.

He obviously didn't cause the trouble by himself, but he always felt a little sorry for An Jiu, but human life is more important than heaven, not to mention that if he is not careful, he will die twice.

But... Wen Jingxing smiled wryly.

A Hong Ni who is hidden in a golden house is not enough, let's have Miss Bai Yueguangyan.

An Jiu had no choice but to chase and put the green hat on his head.

No matter how much he thought in his heart, Wen Jingxing remained indifferent on the surface, turned away under Yan Qinghuan's pleading eyes, pulled out the corner of his clothes mercilessly from the thin fingers, and walked to Jiu's side without a trace of hesitation. , he had a smiling face again, and lightly touched his cheek with his fingertips: "Why is his face so white?"

An Jiu was a little absent-minded, missed his touch, and asked in a low voice, "Will Master not save her?"

An Jiu has been walking in the dark all year round, and is very clear about Yan Qinghuan's fate.

But the master comes from another place that he can't even imagine. Everyone is equal, and love is free. Women don't have to obey the orders of their parents and the words of the matchmaker. As long as they like it, they can try their best to fight for it.

Only such a fantasy world can raise such a kind-hearted person as the master.

"If you don't save her, she will die."

An Jiu lowered his head and didn't look at Wen Jing Xing, every word was light and light, but hit his heart heavily.

"My subordinates have seen with their own eyes that a woman was caught by the tribe because she eloped and was soaked in a pig cage with gongs and drums. I have also seen an unclean woman who was beaten to death with sticks."

An Jiu didn't want to talk about it.

He has been walking in the sinful world, and he has seen nine out of ten sufferings in the world. He is not a soft-hearted person, and he has no moral bottom line in his heart. As long as it is the master's order, the murderous sword in his hand will not shake at all.

To him, Yan Qinghuan has no intention of being a dog, so it has nothing to do with him if he wants to live or die.

But the master is the bright moon in his heart.

A bright moon that is not stained with mud and blood.

Wen Jingxing originally intended to help Yan Qinghuan, but now he was relieved to hear him say that, and looked down at him with a smile: "Then what does Jiuan think?"

Anjiu's eyes met his, and his head immediately lowered. After thinking for a while, he said, "If the master likes it, Zhongliyuan still lacks a mistress..."

His voice was soft and floating, and he couldn't speak even if no one interrupted him.

Wen Jingxing was taken aback for a moment, and the corner of his mouth broke into a smile. He was really laughed out of anger. He really couldn't figure out An Jiu's thoughts now. Do you want to cuckold yourself? !

wrong.

An incredible idea suddenly came to my mind.

perhaps……

Anjiu is only because he treats him well, and because he is his master. It's not like he doesn't know how important this person is, and how important he is to regard high and low. Is it the master's order that must be obeyed?

If he thinks that when Zhong Liyuan has a new master, he can leave...

Messy thoughts flooded in, like pouring a bucket of water mixed with ice cubes, extinguishing all the fiery enthusiasm at the beginning.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, squinted his eyes at An Jiu for a long while, and finally withdrew his expression, with some self-deceiving warning: "Jiu'an, don't you really know whether Zhongliyuan lacks a mistress?"

An Jiu still lowered his head, saying: "Subordinates dare not..." delusional.

"Don't dare to do anything?"

Wen Jingxing gritted his teeth, I made you crawl on my bed, and tied up your hair. Except that I didn't really fuck you, I also touched your whole body. The sky lantern was put on, and the wife's tea was drunk. What dare not?

He was full of words and wanted to question the wood in front of him, but this was not a good place to quarrel, so he could only hold back abruptly.

Wen Jingxing looked down at him, An Jiu seemed to feel his anger, subconsciously wanted to kneel again.

"go back!"

As soon as her knees were bent, An Jiu heard the master's order, looked up and saw that he had turned and left, and hurriedly chased after him, but didn't dare to get too close to him, the two walked towards the gate with a step away.

The protagonist is gone, and this farce of elopement is now completely over.

Mr. Yan and Mrs. Hou Yehou saluted and retired, and two servants walked in from the outside. They set up Yan Qinghuan and planned to drag him away, but they heard Wen Jingxing's faint voice from outside the door: "Keep it, Zhongliyuan is still here." I don't think Miss Yan would be a good fit if I lack a maidservant."

Zhongliyuan.

Haitang came to welcome the two masters with a lamp. The people from the Shangshu Mansion had been here for more than two hours. These maids and servants stayed together and chatted when they had nothing to do. They had already pieced together what happened in the main courtyard.

Haitang saw that Yan Qinghuan's eyes were not eyes and nose was not nose, behind her back, she snorted at her behind Wen Jingxing's back.

"Begonia."

Wen Jingxing didn't bring Yan Qinghuan to study to vent his anger, so he naturally wanted to warn him.

"Miss Yan is a distinguished guest of the Hou Mansion, and also your master. During her visit, treat her as you like to me. Don't neglect her."

A row of maids and servants responded one after another: "Yes."

After hearing this, Yan Qinghuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he saluted Wen Jing sincerely: "Thank you, Mr. Wen."

Wen Jingxing didn't give her a look, and told Haitang with a cold face: "Go and find Doctor Jiang, I feel a little unwell."

When An Jiu heard what he said, she immediately raised her head worriedly, but she also listened to his special order: "Don't disturb the main courtyard, if mother asks tomorrow, just say that I have a cold occasionally, it's not a serious problem."

The master is fine, and the only one who has trouble is Miss Yan.

An Jiu took another step back, his head drooped little by little, and he didn't have the strength to lift it up again.

Haitang also guessed that the doctor was probably invited by Miss Yan, and saw that the fake wife Anjiu was now completely hidden in the shadows that the lights could not reach, and the young master who used to treat him like an eyeball could not even look at him. I didn't give it, and I felt a little gloating for a while, servants are servants, and I was thrown away after getting tired of playing.

After she responded sweetly, she changed her previous black face, smiled like a flower and helped Yan Qinghuan, and sent her to the guest room.

Wen Jingxing held back his stomach, pushed open the door and walked in, and when he closed the door, he scanned the door, but he didn't find An Jiu, and was even more angry.

Last time I knew how to take the initiative to coax, how long did it take to get tired of it?

I wondered if my bad temper made him angry.

Did I say something? You dare to fight coldly, what nonsense you are talking about, I should have three wives and four concubines, give birth to a bunch of big fat babies and ride him like a horse, right? !

Wen Jingxing threw the veil for wiping his face into the basin, and the water splashed everywhere, and the more he looked at it, the more annoying he became, he just felt that the sweet words and enthusiasm before were all fed to the dog.

"Second Master, what's bothering you?"

Hearing the commotion inside, someone came in and served a cup of tea to help sleep, Wen Jingxing looked up, Haitang was sent to take care of Yan Qinghuan, and the person who came in was listening to books.

Wen Jingxing didn't want people to see the joke, he took the tea and wanted to take a few sips to clear his anger, he didn't know what the doctor put in the tea, a sip of it was so bitter that he could spit it out.

For a moment, he thought of An Jiu again, he was not so delicate in the first place, he was used to it by that person, but whenever he said something bitter, the trained An Jiu would know to take the initiative to put his lips up.

Wen Jing can't do too many things, he can't eat too bitter, and he can't eat too sweet.

Anjiu always has a lump of candy in his mouth, and when he puts it together, there is only a little bit of sweetness on his lips, just enough to overwhelm all his bitterness.

He was stunned, listening to the book and tidying up his washing things neatly, seemingly unintentionally said: "It's cold tonight, and the wind is also strong. If you kneel down like this, Madam may get seriously ill the next day and spread the infection to the second day." Father is not well."

Wen Jingxing's hand holding the teacup froze slightly, that's right, An Jiu was such a dead-headed person, he couldn't think of a second way to make people angry except to punish him to kneel.

He said: "Madam is kneeling outside? Where?"

Tingshu replied: "It's just outside the door."

outside the door...

There was only one door away from him, but Wen Jingxing felt that he and An Jiu were separated by thousands of miles.

Would you rather be kneeling outside in the cold than say a heart-to-heart to yourself?

Angry and furious, he lifted the tea lid and brushed off a few leaves on it, lowered his eyelids: "If you want to kneel, let him kneel."

"Yes."

Listen to the book and leave.

But Wen Jingxing's voice came from behind: "It's too hot in the room, put the stove outside, and Madam's cloak, I feel upset and have a headache just looking at it, throw them all out for me."

Thinking that the man still had frostbite on his hands, he said: "Tomorrow, I'm waiting for him to rub my shoulders and beat my back. How can I work if my hands are frozen into steamed buns? Give him a few more Mrs. Tang, and don't make excuses for being lazy if your hands are broken." .”

As he said that, he took out a porcelain bottle from the drawer and threw it on the table, took a sip of tea, and didn't dare to look at the face listening to the book: "I gave you the gadgets I bought at the Lantern Festival."

Who sells medicine for frostbite at the Lantern Festival? Could it be that the Hou family couldn't afford to support Dr. Jiang, so they had to go out to set up a stall for their livelihood?

Listening to the book, he lowered his head and laughed, and followed his words: "Madam sits on that chair a lot, and the upholstery is a little old. Do you want me to replace it with a new one?"

Wen Jingxing's mind was easily punctured by a little girl, coughed lightly, drank a large glass of water, and pretended to be calm and careless: "You can just figure it out."

"Yes."

Listening to the book, he followed the order of the second master neatly, "throwing" all the useless things out of the house, but happened to run into Haitang who had returned.

Haitang originally watched An Jiu being punished to kneel and gloated a little, but when she turned around, she found that this was not the case at all!

There were four heaters around him, two fox fur cloaks on his body, three or four Mrs. Tang stuffed in his arms, and two thick cushions under his knees.

Is this punishment to kneel?

I'm afraid it wasn't the master who came out to enjoy the moon.

Lao Gao, with Haitang pouted, walked to his side, relying on no one beside him to tug on the corner of Tingshu's clothes, pretending to be puzzled: "Sister Tingshu, what are you doing?"

Tingshu glanced at An Jiu with a smile, and joked: "The second master said that the room is too hot, so he asked me to turn off the heater."

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感谢在2020-10-0323：37：03～2020-10-0423：49：24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 piece in the rain and darkness;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Buddhist contestants;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!