The Reborn Wife is Farming

Mu Yangling returned to the carriage, held his head in his hands and thought about it for a while, and finally decided to confess and be lenient.

She told Fan Zijin that although she brought his wife out, she vomited blood from his father.

Then he wrote to Qi Haoran, telling him that she vomited blood because of Fan Siwen, and asked him to speak good words for her in front of Fan Zijin.

When handing over the letter to the guard who delivered the letter, Mu Yangling specially urged: "Send the letter to the general first, and then send the letter from the military division after he opens it."

But in fact, when Mu Yangling's letter was still halfway through, Fan Zijin received a detailed report, including what Mu Yangling and Xia Shi said were also recorded one by one.

He stared at the stack of papers with an uncertain expression for a long time, and finally shrunk the things into a box with a sneer.

Even if he had already guessed the choice of his parents, he was still hurt at this time, but the pain was still light, so light that he just had to endure it and it would pass, and then it became more and more numb.

Regarding his father, Fan Zijin had long been in despair. He knew that Fan Siwen didn't feel sorry for him, because he had his own set of fairness and justice in his heart.

He felt that the concubine and concubine were all his sons, so he had to treat them equally, because the concubine was born to have an advantage, and because his mother was the mistress of the house, so he subconsciously thought that it was their mother and son who bullied the concubines and concubines.

And because Fan Zixiao was the eldest son, if he blocked his way, he would be targeted even more. In addition, Fan Zixiao was his first child after all, so he should cherish him even more.

As early as when Fan Zijin was eight years old, he understood his father's way of thinking. He could hardly see that the servants in the mansion ignored their mother and child because of his attitude, and neglected him and Qi Haoran. The imagination is implementing the so-called fairness and justice.

But what can Fan Zixiao do to stop him?

He is just the eldest son of a concubine, and Fan Siwen has no title. He is smart and knowledgeable. He was a child at the age of nine, and passed the examination for a scholar before he was eleven. In his eyes, Fan Zixiao is not even a stumbling block, let alone an opponent. .

His father is everyone's father. Although he hated him for being biased, because he didn't like this father since he was a child, he naturally didn't have much affection. His thoughts didn't hurt Fan Zijin much. What really bothered Fan Zijin was his mother's attitude.

He didn't expect that his mother would compromise with his father on the issue of children. Maybe he thought of it, but he just didn't want to admit it.

His mother loved his father, he knew it, he knew it since he was a child, when he was young, his mother often cried because his father hugged him and Haoran, Haoran remembered things late, but he remembered clearly, until now, Fan Zijin didn't know much about love.

Love was really that important, it was so important that she gradually became estranged from her cousins, it was so important that she abandoned him as her only son.

Fan Zijin's face gradually turned pale, and the anger that had been suppressed burst into flames again, and he kicked the table in front of him with a "bang", but the table didn't fall down at last, but his foot was seriously injured, Fan Zijin "hissed" "Hiss" and sat down on the chair beside him.

When Qi Haoran came in and saw it, he asked with concern: "Zijin, what's wrong with you?"

Fan Zijin frowned, pointed at the table next to him and said, "Give me a kick."

Without even thinking about it, Qi Haoran kicked the table flying, and the table and the teapot on it hit the wall with a loud "bang". He widened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with this table?"

Fan Zijin looked at his feet, then at the broken sawdust, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's nothing, I just hurt my grandfather's feet, I can't be more angry."

Only then did Qi Haoran see him holding his feet, and looking at the table again, he felt distressed and said: "You said earlier, I will kick the table lightly, and it will be fine if I kick the table down, and it will still work when I lift it up, but now it's good, it's all broken like this , and have to spend money to buy a table.”

Fan Zijin was so angry that he picked up the shoes on the ground and threw them at him, "I'll just underpay you for the table? Don't make it sound like you are poor, I think you are not merciless when you spend money outside."

Qi Haoran rubbed his nose, leaned over to flatter him and asked, "What's wrong with you? If you're angry, you should find something soft to kick. How can you kick the table? Seems like you've hurt yourself?"

Qi Haoran asked Fei Bai to go back and get the medicinal wine.

Fan Zijin snorted coldly, thought for a while and said, "Don't worry about my mother and me from now on."

Qi Haoran was puzzled, "Are you quarreling with your aunt? When a husband and wife quarrel, you quarrel at the head of the bed, but when you mother and child quarrel, you should quarrel opposite each other. Turn around and make peace. My aunt is getting old, just let her go, she always won't hurt you."

Fan Zijin sneered, "Maybe not before, but not necessarily now."

He threw the box to Qi Haoran, and said: "I think she is in a daze. It has been more than 20 years, and she is still thinking about Fan Siwen."

Qi Haoran was opening the box when he heard the words and said disapprovingly: "Zijin, my uncle is my aunt's husband, who is she thinking about my uncle?" He didn't know where he was thinking, so he looked at him in horror and said: " I know you are bohemian, but you can't lure your aunt to do something inappropriate."

"Get lost," Fan Zijin was so angry that he kicked him regardless of the injury on his foot, "What nonsense are you talking about? Read the whole thing before talking to me."

Qi Haoran frantically took out the things in the box to look, and after a while, his face turned livid.

Fan Zijin sneered and said: "He has a good plan, thinking that he is raising my son, so that he will be the heir of Duke An's mansion in the future? I'm not a three-year-old child, and I'll just let him poke me round and flatten me like I used to."

Qi Haoran didn't speak, but the cold light in his eyes represented his attitude. Fan Siwen and the Xia family raised him, but strictly speaking, he and Fan Zijin grew up together day and night.

Seeing his attitude, Fan Zijin was very satisfied, and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Speaking seriously, I have to thank Ah Ling this time." She told all about his frustrations for so many years.

Qi Haoran thought he was referring to the fact that Mu Yangling brought Xiao Xia out, so he patted his chest and said, "Since you have told her, she will try her best to bring her cousin out."

Fan Zijin twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't explain too much. If he knew that he deliberately left a loophole for Fan Siwen to exploit and designed Mu Yangling, Qi Haoran might beat him up.

Fan Zijin is a person who doesn't have much sense of security. He lived in the Fan family before, how could he let the Fan family be in the hands of others?

Although he left, many people remained behind.

It's not that he can't bring Xiao Xia out, but he just doesn't want to bring people out in a sneaky way. With Mu Yangling's temperament, if Fan Siwen detains someone, she will definitely make a big fuss. It's not her intention, but her character dictates.

So when Xiao Xia was detained, someone would report to Mu Yangling. If Mu Yangling couldn't bring anyone out, someone would bring Xiao Xia out to her later. Things still had to get bigger...