After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 104 After all these years, do you know you were wrong?

Duke Yan came out of the house, and Mrs. Yan stepped forward hurriedly: "Brother, how can Yue Ning endure being locked up in the woodshed with such a weak body?"

Yan Beiheng also said beside him: "Uncle and sister have not been doing well in the Li family. They were sick a few days ago and cannot be kept in the woodshed."

The mother and son dared to say this because they knew that Duke Yan didn't take Yan Yueqing's disfigurement seriously at all. In the past, even if Yan Yuening beat Yan Yueqing almost to death, Duke Yan would just take it back coldly.

look.

Sure enough, Duke Yan said: "You will take her out later, and remember to tell her not to cause trouble in the future."

Mrs. Yan Er hurriedly said: "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely discipline Yue Ning well. Yue Ning is already sensible, but she will definitely not be able to in the future."

Duke Yan nodded. Although he was dissatisfied with Yan Yuening's stupidity several times and distracted Yan Beiheng, as long as Yan Beiheng didn't make stupid mistakes and knew how to shoulder the responsibilities of the Duke's government, it would be fine.

Yan Yuening was picked up by Mrs. Yan Er that night. Mrs. Yan was so distressed that she made a table of delicious food with her own hands.

But Yan Yueqing's wedding room was deserted and no one came.

It was obvious that the busiest thing today was her house, but no one in the house cared about her.

Yan Yueqing sat beside the dark bed. The cold wind from the window blew in, and the newly hung red curtains started to dance wildly. The maid opened the door and came in. The only candle in the room flickered, reflecting Yan Yueqing's expression of hatred and resentment.

A face like a ghost.

The maid screamed, threw the copper basin away in shock and ran out in panic.

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At the same time, in the side courtyard at the northwest corner of the Duke's Mansion.

The door is closed all year round, and only one nanny comes in and out. Everyone else in the house avoids this place like a scorpion.

But tonight, Duke Yan opened the door with a sullen face, and the old nanny came up to him in surprise and saluted, "Master Guo."

Ignoring the justice of Yan State, she strode forward. The old woman wanted to say something but did not dare to say it, so she followed behind with a worried look on her face.

Duke Yan pushed open the door. The candles lit in the Buddhist hall in the room flickered, and the man kneeling on the futon and chanting sutras slowly opened his eyes.

The old grandma still wanted to come in, but was blocked by Yan Guo's public relations officer.

Duke Yan walked up to Mrs. Yan and asked solemnly: "Are you going out today?"

Mrs. Yan lowered her eyes and said "Yeah".

Duke Yan's face sank: "Then you didn't go to Yan Shubai?"

"without."

"Sheng Mingxue!" Duke Yan was furious. He grabbed Sheng Mingxue by the collar and lifted her up from the futon. "Have you forgotten what I said? Why did you ask me to give Yan Shubai medicine?"

No less? Yan Shubai must die!"

Mrs. Yan looked calm: "Don't worry, I will tell him to give up his title and move out of the Duke's Mansion."

Duke Yan said angrily: "What I want is Yan Shubai's life!"

"He was poisoned by Qishangxue, and he is already dead." Dr. Yan's tone was already cold, "You don't have to be afraid of him."

"Am I afraid of him?" Duke Yan snorted coldly and pushed Sheng Mingxue away.

Sheng Mingxue straightened the torn gray robe and knelt down in front of the futon again. The bright candlelight in the Buddhist hall illuminated her beautiful face that had not been eroded by the years. A trace of surprise flashed in Yan Guogong's eyes, and then his face changed.

He became even more serious, and the expression in his eyes became more complicated.

Duke Yan suddenly asked: "Will Yan Shubai listen to you?"

"Will do."

Duke Yan didn't believe it, but Mrs. Yan said: "Just like two years ago when I sent Qishuangxue to Xu Tian, ​​even though he suspected that there was something wrong with the tea, he still drank it."

Duke Yan frowned, and then he felt relieved when he thought that no one could cure Qishuangxue's poison.

He looked at Sheng Mingxue's expression of neither sadness nor joy, and suddenly asked: "After all these years, have you realized your mistake?"

Sheng Mingxue did not answer, and Duke Yan became even more angry. "Sheng Mingxue, let me ask you, do you know you were wrong?!"

Sheng Mingxue replied: "I don't know where I went wrong."

Duke Yan gnashed his teeth angrily, and threw all the sacrifices in front of the Buddha statue. "Sheng Mingxue, are you right? You are right, am I the one who is wrong?! It was you who hooked up with other men, and you never

I, the husband, take this very seriously. I married you in a sedan chair, and you steal someone behind my back? The person you steal is my sworn brother!"

Sheng Mingxue closed her eyes, her expression showed neither sadness nor joy, and she silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

Duke Yan was furious. Looking at Sheng Mingxue's calm look, it felt like there was a fire burning in his chest.

He suddenly pushed down the Buddha statue in the Buddhist hall. When the Buddha statue fell, the curtain above it caught the candlestick and fell down. The candle burned the curtain, and the fire slowly started to burn.

In the firelight, Sheng Mingxue's face remained indifferent, with a look of compassion and indifference that made people feel chilling.

Duke Yan was stunned for a moment, then he immediately took Sheng Mingxue and ran out.

When they went out, the fire in the room was already burning. Duke Yan turned his head to see if Sheng Mingxue was injured. He saw Sheng Mingxue clasping her hands together, lowering her eyes, and silently reciting Buddhist scriptures that he did not understand.

The old grandma rushed outside anxiously and shouted: "The water has escaped. Someone come quickly, the water has escaped!"

Duke Yan clenched his hands and asked through gritted teeth: "Sheng Mingxue, don't you forget to recite your Buddhist scriptures at this time?! It seems that you have fallen in love with this place for so many years, and are you ready to live here for the rest of your life?"

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Sheng Mingxue said calmly: "People are coming soon, please go back."

"Okay, okay." Duke Yaguo felt that he was humiliating himself in front of Sheng Mingxue, so he tossed his sleeves and left angrily.

The old grandma stood next to Sheng Mingxue and said worriedly: "Madam, is it because of the young master again..."

Sheng Mingxue said "hmm" and said, "Go and give Yan Shubai a message. That girl may not tell him."

The old grandma said: "Yes."

*

Song Jiuxi found out about the leakage of water in Yanfu's side courtyard after washing up. It was the place where Yan Shubai's mother lived.

I heard from the maids that the fire was out and no one was injured, but the Buddhist hall was burned down.

Song Jiuxi wiped her hair, thinking about what Mrs. Yan said to her during the day, and how to tell Yan Shubai that she hadn't thought about it yet.

In fact, she was not prepared to tell Yan Shubai that since Mrs. Yan didn't care about Yan Shubai at all, why should Yan Shubai listen to her.

Song Jixi compared Mrs. Yan's treatment of Yan Shubai to Song Wenzhi's treatment of herself. If Song Wenzhi said such nonsense to her, she would definitely ignore it.

Song Jiuxi was thinking this when he saw Yan Shubai coming in from outside.

He had a cold expression on his face, with a heavy frown between his eyebrows, but when he looked at her, he smiled again in an instant.

"Madam." Yan Shubai came closer and said with a smile, "I will wipe Madam's hair."

Song Jiuxi thought that she didn't have to do anything, so she handed the cloth to Yan Shubai. She had injured her arm some time ago and had to rest for a long time, so she never used force.

I picked up the silver gun again in the past two days, and my left arm is still a little sore.

Yan Shubai held Song Jiuxi's long black satin-like hair and wiped it slowly. Neither of them spoke. Song Jiuxi lazily leaned against the bed frame, staring at the dancing candlelight with rare relaxation.

Yan Shubai suddenly said: "Madam, let's move out of Yan Mansion."

Song Jiuxi suddenly looked back at him, and Yan Shubai asked with a smile: "What kind of house does the lady like? Pick the one we like and let us live in it."

(End of chapter)