My country, you can pinch it

After serving the injured Yunyang Hou Xiexia, Yang stepped out of the Jingsi hall lightly, just in time to run into Fang Jinyu who was waiting outside.He hesitated to speak, as if he really wanted to go in and take a look inside, but he closed his mouth under Yang's gaze.

"Go back first."

Ting Yuxuan's courtyard in the west of Yunyanghou is not too small, more than enough to accommodate their mother and children, but the house is a bit old, some tiles are still damaged and unrepaired, and the bare branches in the courtyard are messy, making it look shabby.

Fang Jinyu had always fantasized about returning to the Yunyang Marquis Mansion where he would be well-clothed and his servants fulfilled, but he did not expect to be sent to a dilapidated courtyard that was not even as good as the place where he originally lived. The gap in his heart was not small.

But fortunately, although Shang Qingrong didn't want to see them, he didn't think about ill-treating them. Food, clothing and service staff had already been sent, and he also ordered people to measure the house and prepare for repairs.

If you are quieter, honestly don't attract attention, life will not be sad.

It's just... She was originally a lady from the official family. How could she be willing to be by Yunyanghou's side after so many years of humiliation?

"Mother, how's dad?" Fang Jinyu sent the servants out, poured a cup of tea for Mrs. Yang, and asked with concern.

Yang took a sip of water and replied: "I was slapped, kicked, and smashed my head again. I'm so embarrassed."

"It's so serious...Mom, dad must be very angry, right?" Fang Jinyu looked at Yang expectantly, "Dad won't give Songzhuyuan another good face after such an embarrassment, can you be equal to her in this Spring Festival?" gone?"

Speaking of this, Yang paused the hand holding the teacup and shook his head.

Fang Jinyu's heart sank, and she asked, "Why? She doesn't agree, or is Dad scared and afraid to mention it again?"

Yang didn't answer, and she was also puzzled.

Ever since Fang Jinyu grew up and reached the age of enlightenment, she secretly moved back to the capital with her son, and was placed in an inconspicuous house. Every time the Marquis of Yunyang came, she would find excuses to be cautious.Although she was afraid of being discovered by Shang Qingrong, the two of them didn't see each other much, which could be compared to having an affair, but she tried her best to tie Yunyanghou's heart firmly.

Because of this, the well-behaved, obedient, and gentle girl became the object of Yunyang Hou to vent his dissatisfaction, and the one who complained the most was that his wife was condescending, strong and rude, and hypocritical... and she was sick to his son-in-law, The disappointment of not seeking to make progress.

But no matter how high-sounding the accusations are, Yang knows that there is only one ultimate reason. As Fang Jinling said in the story, a man who claims to be talented starts his career by relying on his wife and father-in-law. Suffering.

Even if there is no Yang family, Shang Qingrong's fate can be predicted when the Xilinghou Mansion loses power or suffers disaster one day.

This time such a good opportunity, Shang Qingrong made a move, under the condition of seven outs, the teacher is famous, divorce is impossible, but Yunyanghou can use this to lift her up.

"I sent someone to ask."

After finishing the words, there was a knock on the door, and the servant girl Ruolan called out: "Auntie, young master."

"Come in."

When the Yang family was in trouble, the servants were sold off. Ruolan was the personal servant girl that the Yang family bought only when she came to the Marquis of Yunyang. For more than ten years, it was enough for the master and servant to trust each other.

"Auntie, the servant followed your instructions and asked Wen Fu for questioning, and finally got some news."

"How is it? Did Marquis meet anyone on the way back?" Yang asked.

"Meet the young master."

Fang Jinyu was taken aback: "Fang Jinling?"

Ruolan nodded.

Fang Jinyu is only one year younger than Fang Jinling. When Fang Jinling didn't know his existence, he knew that he had such an elder brother for as long as he could remember. , quieter than boudoir girls, after all, girls often have to go out for a walk, go to the temple to enjoy incense, or attend various parties with their mothers.

He envied Fang Jinling's background, but he also disdained Fang Jinling's body.

Because Yunyanghou said long ago that he is the son he likes the most, and sooner or later he will give up the title to him, and Fang Jinling is just a short-lived waste who can't even get married. .

Yang frowned: "What did you say?"

Ruolan carefully explained what Wen Fu said, especially the last few sentences, almost stomping on Yunyanghou's sore feet, and couldn't make a violent move.In the end, she said in disbelief: "Auntie, this eldest young master doesn't seem to be as weak and deceitful as the rumors say." Even Fang Jinyu, who was deeply loved by the Marquis of Yunyang, dared not say such a thing even if he had the guts.

"My dad didn't do anything?"

Ruolan said: "No, Lord Hou was furious. Wen Fu said that he even raised his hand, but he didn't fight anymore. Not only was the young master not afraid, he didn't even blink his eyes."

It's unbelievable.

Yang's heart was heavy: "I am more concerned about the last sentence he said, and it was these words that made your father stop thinking about it."

Fang Jinyu was puzzled and said: "Didn't uncle say that the grandfather heard that mother was wronged and asked father to do this for you? How could there be any suspicion of slowing down?"

Yang Shi pursed her lips, her eyes were deep, she said: "It's not your grandfather's intention, but your uncle borrowed his name."

Fang Jinyu opened her eyes: "Mother, does grandpa disagree?"

Yang stood up resentfully: "Why would he agree? He wished that I would be a little fudao, a truly humble concubine who would be treated lightly by Shang, and you would be inferior to Fang Jinling's sick child, so as to maintain his respect." The reputation of knowing the law!"

This was completely different from Fang Jinyu's thought, he was stunned, Yang Shenxing who had come back with difficulty saw him so dearly.

Yang continued: "Fang Jinling didn't know where he heard it from. He knew that it was time for your grandfather to be cautious in his words and deeds in order to return to the court and take over the power smoothly, so he threatened your father with this!"

Having said that, Fang Jinyu immediately understood.

He didn't care about the chills, and asked directly: "Mother, what should we do, let's just forget it?"

Regardless of how Yang Shenxing walked on thin ice in the court, Fang Jinyu dreamed of becoming the legitimate heir of the Hou family. If the Yang family couldn't carry a flat wife, how could he become a son-in-law?

The title and family property are not given to whomever the Marquis of Yunyang likes. The letter of invitation must first be handed over to the Ministry of Rites for approval. According to the rules and regulations of etiquette, all compliance can be sent to the emperor.

Before there is a concubine, there is absolutely no reason to canonize a concubine as a son.

Mrs. Yang twisted the veil, and said with gloomy eyes: "I can't let it go like this! I have endured for so many years and followed Fang Wencheng without a name or a place. Is it just to find someone to rely on? Gao Zixiu died of illness in a place of exile, and our Yang My family is a whole family, even my little nephew is living well, if I hadn't managed to save a lot of money, would he have the chance to return to court today?"

Yang's eyes were red, and she looked at Fang Jinyu: "They are better off now, but it is not so easy for our mother and son to remain in hell!"

"mother……"

Mrs. Yang supported Fang Jinyu's shoulders with both hands, then hugged him, patted him on the back lightly, and comforted him: "Yu'er, don't worry, since mother has entered the Yunyanghou's mansion, Shang Qing must be taken care of no matter what. Let me help you fight for the Marquis of Yunyang, this is what your father and the Yang family owe us!"

The whole family is imprisoned, a marriage contract is abandoned, and the sweetheart marries another bride. Who knows the suffering?She finally came back, how can she be reconciled?

"Wait, opportunities will always come."

Shuyunyuan

After taking an unknown amount of bitter medicine, Fang Jinling was completely numb, lying on the bed with nothing to love.

He felt that he was no different from a waste, he either ate or drank, and slept, and he was stopped from even enjoying the snow in the yard, let alone touching the snow and feeling the fresh cedar smell in winter.

Although he regained his energy after sleeping in Songzhuyuan, the fact that he fell down without saying a few words still made Shang Qingrong very worried. Since he planned to go with Li, Fang Jinling's frail body would not be able to do it. He was thus ordered to recuperate—for a whole winter.

The capital is located in the north, and as a true southerner in her previous life, Fang Jinling inevitably felt itchy when encountering the white snow.

It's a pity that even if he repeatedly assured himself that he must be tightly wrapped, it would be useless to prevent a little wind from leaking in. Zijing and Shu Yunyuan refused to give up an inch, and they were forced to kneel down straight.

In this regard, Fang Jinling had no choice but to surrender, and just wandered around the one-acre area of ​​his house. Well, he was "rushed" back to bed after wandering for a long time, and he didn't even let him read the books he picked up from the study. , Said that reading is exhausting, and recuperation is the first priority.

This day was almost unbearable, Fang Jinling felt that his usual easy-going head had turned into flour paste, not far from dementia.

Fortunately, after three days without falling ill, Chang Kong was finally let in.

Fang Jinling's dazed and empty eyes stared at the sky in an instant, and the latter had just taken a step forward, but in an instant, he retracted under this threatening gaze, feeling uneasy in his heart, Qiqi Ai said: "Master..."

He turned his head to look at Amethyst who followed in, and the latter pursed his lips so that he didn't laugh out loud.

Fang Jinling's eyes stopped on Chang Kong's shoulder, and asked, "Is it snowing outside again?"

Changkong replied honestly: "Yes, it's really not small. It's just winter, and there have been several snowfalls in succession. How do you know, young master?"

As soon as he asked, Fang Jinling quietly said, "The snow on your shoulders hasn't melted yet." As he spoke, he looked at Amethyst, and the resentment on his head was almost solidified.

Seeing this, Zijing could only feel helpless for a while. If it wasn't for Fang Jinling's body that couldn't bear to be sloppy, she didn't want to be restrained, but she was soft-hearted after all. After thinking about it, she whispered: "Why don't you open the window a little bit ?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Jinling nodded repeatedly, and obediently and consciously pulled up the quilt around his waist to cover his chest and neck.

Seeing this, Zijing walked to the bed angrily and funny, and lifted the window bolts to reveal a small piece of gray world outside. The heavy snow fluttered like goose feathers, and the courtyard could no longer be seen clearly, as if the winter snow elves forced Splashing ink without waiting, rendering this place into a world covered in silver.

Fang Jinling was dumbfounded. If in his previous life, he would have rushed out and rolled twice in the ice and snow world, and then had a hearty snowball fight with his brother. You must know that children in the south are eager to have such a big snowstorm. not easy.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind came in, carrying snowflakes flying mischievously in front of Fang Jinling, before he stretched out his hand, he heard a click, Amethyst had already released the plug and closed the window, completely blocking the world of ice and snow outside. .

And the weak snowflakes melted and disappeared in a short while in the warm house.

Fang Jinling sniffed, and focused his gaze on Chang Kong again: "Tell me, what news did you hear?"