Mrs. Cheng Zhu was leading her juniors to finish their obeisances. When she heard the movement here, she turned around and saw Zhaorong, her face a little confused.
She came over quickly and couldn't scold the eldest princess, but she scolded Ruan Yuyi, "You bastard! You have lived so clumsily for so many years in vain! Not to mention the eldest princess's body of ten thousand gold, even the fetus in her belly was cut alive.
You can’t afford it either!”
There were many people looking here frequently. She did not dare to rebuke loudly, so she could only lower her voice and gritted her teeth.
Although Ruan Yuyi had a good idea of Cheng Zhu's temperament and knew that she had always wanted to cling to the powerful and was dissatisfied with her origins, she was actually facing an elder whom she had respected for a long time. Being shouted at like this made her feel aggrieved.
Pantothenic acid.
Mrs. Cheng Zhu may not be able to see the whole story, but such bottomless partiality and vicious remarks made her even more heartbroken.
"Aunt," Ruan Yuyi met her eyes and said softly, "Whether you believe it or not, I have never meant to hurt the eldest princess."
When Cheng Xingqiuyuan saw Zhaorong's pale face, his heart tightened, and he turned around to scold him, but he saw Ting standing there, with shoulders as if they had been shaved off, waist as plain as usual, and a slight sick look between his brows.
Suddenly I couldn't speak anymore.
He took a deep look at Ruan Yuyi and said to Cheng Zhu, "Mom, Zhaorong is not feeling well. I will take her to take a rest on the bench outside."
Hearing this, Mrs. Cheng Zhu said quickly, "Go quickly and step carefully on the steps. Your Highness is frightened. I will definitely teach Sister Yi a lesson." She frowned so tightly that her eyelids covered most of her eyes.
There was a cloudy look in his eyes.
Zhaorong nodded slightly.
She grew up in a deep palace and was used to seeing concubines scheming for the favor of the late emperor, so she was more or less exposed to it. However, a princess had no need for these methods, so her methods of dealing with a person were inevitably clumsy and she didn't realize it.
Cheng Xingqiu put his arm around her shoulders and left the hall.
Seeing the person leaving, Mrs. Cheng Zhu turned around and said in a slightly relaxed tone, "I don't care about right or wrong, just remember to follow the eldest princess. During this time, you can stay in peace and spend more time with Rui'er.
When Qiu'er's marriage is finalized, I will remember your kindness."
Ruan Yuyi remained silent.
"Mother, mother--" Cheng Rui saw his mother's face darkened and felt her sullenness. He only dared to tug on her sleeves slightly, as if he had something to say.
Cheng Zhu turned around and straightened his somewhat disheveled hair, "What's wrong with Rui'er? Do you want to go out to play with your brother?"
He shook his head like a rattle, and tried to express with all his strength, "No, it's not for fun. Mom, don't be angry with Sister Yi'er, I saw it, it wasn't Sister Yi'er who threw the book...she
Didn’t drop the booklet…”
"What did you see? You saw." Is this a question of whether he fell or not? Fortunately for her silly son, she didn't say it in front of the eldest princess, otherwise she wouldn't know how the matter would end.
Cheng Zhushi reached out and pushed Cheng Rui. He leaned back slightly and closed his mouth in aggrieved manner.
She was waiting to teach Ruan Yuyi another lesson when she heard someone not far away saying leisurely:
"A fool can clearly discern things, but my wife is confused. Isn't she worse than him?"
The man pacing over was about thirty years old, with a shrill voice and contempt in his eyes, which seemed to indicate he was not angry.
He took a look at Ruan Yuyi and saw her looking towards him, nodding and smiling slightly.
"Who are you," Mrs. Cheng Zhu choked, feeling a little guilty, so she tried to act like a noble lady, "but you are here to meddle in other people's business."
The curvature of Wen Zhi's lips remained unchanged, but his eyes were indifferent.
He shouldn't have taken care of it. Wasn't this the master's order for him to follow this girl? I didn't know what a wife who had been a sixth-grade official since she was a child was worth for him to investigate. But when I saw her today, it suddenly dawned on me that this was what happened.
A rare face.
I just don’t know if the master knows that the eldest princess is involved with this girl’s husband.
"It doesn't matter what I say if you have nothing to do," he opened his eyes wide and spoke in a slow and penetrating tone, "under the eyes of the Buddha, my wife still behaves like this. If that makes that person angry - I don't know if you are here to be a saint.
Does He Temple have nothing to ask for?"
He saw Mrs. Cheng Zhu panicking and couldn't help but turn around to look at the golden Buddha, "If you don't know right from wrong, then it would be better to take these eyes out and feed them to my livestock."
His eyes were deep, as if he had a human life on his hands.
Mrs. Cheng Zhu knew that the person in front of her was not someone to be trifled with. Her chest was heaving violently, her lips were pursed, and she couldn't say a word.
Ruan Yuyi stood aside and saw that her aunt was very intimidated, but she had no intention of speaking for her. She was still holding her breath, so she just lowered her eyelashes quietly, pretending not to notice.
Cheng Zhu really thought that the soft-looking man in front of her would do such a thing, "You, you dare? You are not afraid of me reporting to the official."
Report to an official? Is there any official in the world who is not under the control of his master, big or small? Wen Fei sneered.
When Mrs. Cheng Zhu saw the other party laughing, she didn't take her seriously at all, and her lips trembled slightly with anger.
Seeing this, Ruan Yuyi was really afraid that she would be angry, "Aunt, if you are worried about His Highness, go outside and take a look at the situation." In the house, she was the most powerful person except Master Cheng. How had she ever been so angry?
After getting the reason, she naturally hurriedly walked down the steps, thinking that this was not a loss of face.
Ruan Yuyi watched her go away, turned around and said to Fu Fu, "Thank you for your help, sir."
"Girl, you're welcome." Wen Zhi treated her with a gentle expression.
When Wen Zhi walked to the backyard of the temple, the rain that had just stopped began to pour again. He walked to a side room and knocked on the closed door twice.
"master."
A deep voice came from inside, "Come in."
Only then did he dare to push the door open, step in front of Jiang Huaiyang, and salute.
"how?"
Jiang Huaiyang was leaning against the half-opened window. The sky was overcast, and only a little light came through the window. It illuminated half of his face, showing the gentle look of an ordinary young man, while the other side was hidden in the darkness.
"We found out that the girl is the wife of Cheng Xingqiu, a scholar at the Hanlin Academy. She has been married for nearly two years." He quietly raised his eyelids and saw from the corner of his eye that his master seemed to be holding a hairpin in his hand.
Jiang Huaiyang's hand that was playing with the hairpin suddenly paused, his fingertips couldn't help but use some force, and his eyes dimmed.
She is really good, she obviously has a family, but she still comes out to provoke others.
"Cheng Xingqiu?" He searched his memory, but found that he had no impression of this person.
Wen Zhi reminded, "You are the number one scholar in the 31st year of Cheng'an. You were also present at that palace examination."
Cheng'an was the reign title of the late emperor at that time. After saying this, he suddenly had some impression, but he remembered that this person's talent was not the most outstanding, so why was it his turn to win the championship?
Wen Zhi hesitated and said, "It's just..."
"Just what?" His voice was scornful and lazy, as if he didn't care much about what he was going to hear next, but in fact, he subconsciously focused his attention on Wen Zhi's mouth.
"It's just that Cheng Xingqiu, whom Her Royal Highness the Princess saved before." Wen Zhi didn't know whether he should say this to his master, but his master always didn't like them hiding anything from them, so he told them out with a cruel heart.
Indeed, news had reached his ears long ago, and he knew that the erratic imperial sister had rescued a man and had been getting closer to him recently, but at that time he was involved in political intrigues and was not interested and had no time to study it carefully.
He loosened and pinched his fingertips, grasped the top of the hairpin, and fiddled with the beads on it, as if he was playing with its owner's black hair. A look back at her that day under the banyan tree suddenly appeared in his mind.
Because Ruan Yuyi was married a long time ago, according to Dawu's etiquette, she couldn't leave her hair loose, but when he looked at the bun with no hair oil, he knew that her hair must be very smooth.
Wen Fei recounted what he had seen while secretly following Ruan Yuyi today. Every time he quietly raised his head, he saw his master's face becoming darker than the last time.
After finally finishing speaking with a frightened heart, Jiang Huaiyang suddenly ordered:
"Put this hairpin away and put it in my bedroom."
Bedroom? Is it possible that the master is interested in a woman with a family... Wen Zhi restrained his thoughts and did not dare to speculate too much.