Respect the little husband [farming]

"Who is it?" the boy shouted, thinking that there should be no guests to be greeted all day, did he remember wrongly?

Taking off the latch on the door, the boy opened a small crack to let people go through the side door, but the main door can't be opened casually, but when he looked up, he saw the face of his young master, and he was taken aback.

"Ghost, ghost——" The little servant was so frightened that his hands and feet went limp, he took two steps back unconsciously, and then immediately ran back when he realized it, "Help, help! There are ghosts, there are ghosts, there are ghosts! Ahhhh!"

Lvxiu was so angry that he pushed open the heavy red door and cursed: "Who are you calling a ghost?! You are a ghost, and your whole family is a ghost!"

The little servant ran headlong into the manager in a panic, was grabbed, and was slapped hard in the mouth in the next breath.

"Why are you yelling? If it spreads into the front yard and disturbs the peace of the master and the old lady, you will suffer some of it!" the manager scolded, his voice was high-pitched, but his body was very stocky, and he looked very easy to provoke when he was angry.

"No, it's not—" The servant was stumbling in fear, pointing at the gate at a loss, the manager looked in the direction he was pointing, and the hand that was holding him was relieved immediately, and the expression on his face immediately became extremely complicated , as if he couldn't believe it, his eyes were full of sadness and longing, his lips murmured a few times, he didn't dare to speak loudly, fearing the people in front of him.

Jiao Shihan stood on the steps of the main entrance, looked at him as well, and said with lowered eyes: "Grandpa Jinyi."

"You—" Jinyi's eyes widened, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard, it was painful, and when he looked at the feet of the person in front of him, there was also a shadow, "Are you still alive?"

Jiao Shihan nodded, remembering that he had been by her side since childhood and cared for her a lot, he shouldn't be so stern, so she smiled:

"Long time no see, is Grandpa Yi still in good health?"

Jinyi didn't have time to reply to his greeting, so he hurried over and pulled the person to look up and down, his eyes turned red instantly, and the corners of his eyes were moist: "Okay, okay, young master is a good old slave, young master--young master is a good old slave Just—"

Jinyi couldn't help covering his face with his hands and weeping for a while. The collapse only lasted for a moment, but he immediately wiped his face and pulled the person into the front yard: "Master! Master! Master, come out quickly, the young master is back! The young master is back !master!"

Bypassing the screen wall and entering from the Chaoshou veranda, Jiao Shihan looked at the Duke's Mansion, which had not changed at all, and then at the elderly man pulling him in front, feeling dazed for a moment, as if he was still eleven or twelve years old The child, grandpa and grandpa yelled, followed this man everywhere, not knowing the sky and the earth.

Jinyi stood still outside the study, knocked on the door and pushed it away impatiently, the smell of alcohol on his face made him cough several times.

A lot of wine jars were poured on the ground, and the Patriarch of the Ning family was sitting in the tea room behind the screen, and fell unconscious on the table, with his hands falling outside the table, and the glass cup he was holding was crumbling.

"Master? Master?" No matter how hard Jinyi shook him, he couldn't wake up, so he couldn't help sighing.

Jiao Shihan pursed her lips tightly, stood on the side of the table and looked at the paintings piled up on top of them. There were at least dozens of them layered on top of each other. Except for the ones that couldn't be seen clearly under the pressure of her father's hand, the rest were obviously paintings of him.

Jin Yi ordered people to come in and quickly clean the study room, open the windows to ventilate the air, the servant girl came in with a few cushions and placed them at their feet again, staring vaguely at the person who looked like the young master, and retracted herself before the manager found out Without looking at him, he bowed and retreated with the others, and when no one was around after turning the corner of the corridor, he quickly ran to the backyard.

"Don't blame your father for being like this," Jinyi pulled him to sit down, and held Ajiao's hand like a baby, he couldn't get enough of looking at it, "After the master comes back, madam—no, she doesn't deserve to be called madam, she should be called madam." Poisonous woman! This poisonous woman lied to the master that you had a sudden and serious illness, white silk was hung everywhere in the house, and even your corpse was sealed in a coffin, but how could this be possible? Before I go out to pick up the master, you still Okay, why did the people suddenly disappear after a few days?"

"Your father didn't believe it, and I didn't believe it. When I opened the coffin, I found that you were not inside. You don't know how lucky your father was at that time. It was nothing more than great sorrow and joy. When you questioned that poisonous woman again, she still didn't tell the truth. Only by torturing those stinky slaves in your courtyard did they know that you were betrayed by Ren Yazi, how could she be so cruel when you said you had been under her lap for more than ten years?"

Jinyi gritted his teeth and hammered his thigh hard, the red eyes showed how uncomfortable it was at that time: "I searched for clues and searched, and caught people everywhere, but I searched around a dozen cities secretly and couldn't find you. Those servants who were with her didn't know where you were sold by Renya Zi! Your father was so worried that his hair turned gray all night, and he even wanted to kill her."

His mother hated him, Jiao Shihan knew, it was another feeling to glance at his sleepy father.

"It wasn't until a month later that she said that she would send you to the south. The south, which has nothing to do with the Ning family—" Jin Yi said as big tears fell from his eyes, dripping on Jiao Shihan. The coolness on his hands made him flustered.

Jiao Shihan blinked his eyes a few times to get rid of the heat inside, took out the handkerchief in his arms and leaned over to wipe him off.

"You—you—have you suffered? You have broken skin since you were a child, and I have been in pain, you—" Jinyi bent down and cried, if Jiao Shihan didn't look better on the outside, he would have poked over on the spot .

"Hey." Ning Weiliang frowned and got up from the table, as if he had been quarreled. He put aside his messy hair, unshaven beard, and smelled of alcohol, but although he was a military general, he didn't look like a general. You can also see the handsomeness of his youth.

Jiao Shihan suddenly sat up nervously. His father went to the northern border to guard the customs when he was eight years old, and he never came back. He has almost forgotten his appearance, and now he can vaguely remember something.

"Master," Jinyi took his hand and touched Ajiao's hand, "Master, the young master is still alive, master?"

Jiao Shihan felt a little uncomfortable, and took back his hands and clasped them together. He vaguely remembered that this person had tied a kite for him.

"Who? Tell him I'm missing." Ning Weiliang said with a splitting headache, his eyes were a little bit open, and he stretched out his hand to take the wine bottle and wanted to drink again.

Subconsciously, Jiao Shihan snatched the glass from his hand, and called softly before he got angry: "Father."

Everywhere was awkward, Jiao Shihan glanced at the chaotic desk, put the glass cup by his side, and saw his left leg which was obviously fixed with a splint and the crutch beside him, feeling a little bit in his heart The slightest pain.

Ning Weiliang, who was about to spit out his voice full of soldiers and ruffians, paused, regained consciousness, and opened his eyes to see Jiao Shihan, who was stunned for a while, then looked down at the painting on the table, and compared it with himself uncertainly, the same .

"Dream?" Ning Weiliang asked suspiciously, and put away all the paintings on the table with his fingers, "It doesn't matter if it's a dream or a dream, you and Jiaqing look alike—"

Jinyi couldn't see his decadent appearance, so his heart became cruel, and he wiped his face with a wet handkerchief a few times: "Master, take a closer look, it's not a dream, it's the young master."

Ning Weiliang: "I know, it's Qing'er, not the young master, it's Qing'er..."

It was half an hour after Ning Weiliang really woke up, during which his father ran to the toilet to vomit several times, Jiao Shihan sat in his original position and glanced at the sky outside through the window, it was getting late, and he couldn't help but Some anxious.

Shen House.

Shen Wenxuan sat in the hall with a gloomy face. He came back after Shen Shi, but he didn't see Jiao Shihan.

"Have you found it?" He asked, his voice was chilling to the bone.

Standing below, Wang Muze's hairs stood erect, and he shook his head bravely, not daring to meet his eyes at all:

"...I've gone all over the streets and alleys, including the big and small shops, didn't—"

"I found it! I found it!" The steward rushed over and said out of breath, "There is our Shen family's carriage at the gate of Ningfu on Lequan Street in Xicheng."

Ningfu? !

Shen Wenxuan glanced at Wang Muze, his eyes were like a carnivorous wild wolf: "Didn't you say that Ajiao just went out to get some air?"

Wang Muze immediately knelt down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and dared not argue, but was sweating profusely.

He really didn't know, but he was also at fault. Why did he lose his mind and not let the guards follow him? !Without Shen Wenxuan doing anything, he wanted to slap himself a few times.

Shen Wenxuan didn't bother to look at him, got up and walked out of the hall quickly: "Prepare the car!"

The steward was busy making preparations, and Wang Muze wanted to follow, but when he saw Liang Wei staring at him, his father turned around and knelt down again.

Dr. Zhao: "Just wait for him to come back and deal with you."

Wang Muze: ...The chat is over.

..............

Ning Weiliang changed a new set of clothes, and simply took care of his hair and beard. After eight years, he saw his little Shuang'er looking so scruffy. The father was a little embarrassed.

"Tell Dad, tell Dad if you have any grievances, Dad is in charge of you, where did your mother send you? How did you come back?" Ning Weiliang looked at Jiao Shihan carefully, he was not proficient in clothes and jewelry, but I don't think it's a low-quality thing, and I don't seem to have any injuries on my body, but it doesn't mean I haven't suffered. There are too many ways in the world to make a twin suffer.

"I went to the southern border." Jiao Shihan replied.

Ning Weiliang took a deep breath, glanced at the inside of his palm, there was a faint red mark that was not very obvious, but he had been on the battlefield for a long time, and the injuries he suffered were as common as drinking water, so it was easy to see that It turned out to be a knife wound, and he frowned and took his hand and stroked the scar.

He knew that Qing'er was sent to the south, but he didn't expect it to be so south. He felt guilty and distressed: "Father, I'm sorry."

Plus the fighting in the south—

Jiao Shihan shook his head, his father's hand was warm, Jiao Shihan moved his finger, although he was a little cautious, but he didn't take it back.

Jin Yi: "Master, the young master is not in good health, let's invite an imperial doctor from the palace to help the young master take a look, I will go and order the kitchen to cook what the young master likes to eat."

"No need," Jiao Shihan stopped, with a shy smile on his face, "I have to go home later, my husband is still waiting for me."

husband?

Ning Weiliang was stunned for a while, and Jin Yi was also startled and sat back on the futon again.

"Qing'er... married? Who is your husband?" Ning Weiliang asked, his heart ached.

Jiao Shihan nodded, with a sweeter smile on his face: "His surname is Shen and his name is Wenxuan. He is a businessman and treats me very well."

He likes him.

When Ning Weiliang saw the smile on his mouth, he felt dazzling, and his mood plummeted like a cliff. What kind of status is his Ning family? However, the glory and wealth that should have been enjoyed for a lifetime without any worries, is now promised to the lowest class of businessmen.

The room was silent for a while.

"Is he Qing'er's benefactor?" Ning Weiliang asked, feeling confused.

Jiao Shihan said "Yes": "He saved me, and he is willing to marry me, father, Qing'er is here this time to ask father for something, my husband has just moved to the capital, and there are many things I don't understand, I want to ask father can help him."

"You can help him. Since he is your benefactor, of course you have to repay this kindness, as long as he promises me one thing." Ning Weiliang stared at Jiao Shihan and said, "He must make peace with you. Repaying his kindness is not paying you back." of."

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