Doting the Concubines and Ignoring the Wife? I am the Cannon Fodder For This House-Fighting Article

Chapter 3

Wei Hanzhang and his two cousins ​​stayed in a separate courtyard for only a few days. They were rushed back by their family before they got off the carriage. Aunt Li beside Mrs. Jiang had already been waiting for a long time.

She came forward eagerly: "I'm back now. The old lady has sent people to ask for her several times. Miss Ninth, please come with me."

Wei Hanzhang is in the ninth rank of the Wei family, and the Jiang family also calls her according to her ranking. Aunt Li is the most capable housekeeper around Mrs. Jiang. She has always acted prudently and upright. It is rare to see such an eager look, which makes Wei Hanzhang Zhang couldn't help but feel anxious.

As she walked inside, she asked, "What happened?"

Two sisters, Jiang Zhixue and Jiang Zhiqin, thought something had happened to their grandmother, so they followed her closely.

Grandma Li said: "My aunt in the capital has sent a letter. After reading it, the old lady sent someone to call you back. I think she has some news to tell you."

The eldest aunt in Beijing, that is Wei Hanzhang's biological mother, the eldest daughter of the previous generation of the Jiang family, married to the second son of Zhongyong Hou twenty years ago, and they have two daughters and one son.

Wei Hanzhang, who was fostered in her maternal ancestral home, was her legitimate daughter. She had received frequent letters from the capital in recent years. If it was an ordinary matter, her grandmother would not call her back in a hurry, and Grandma Li would not be able to hide her urgency.

Wei Hanzhang's heart tightened and he quickly entered the house.

Jiang Zhixue and Jiang Zhiqin, the two legitimate daughters of the Jiang family, were left waiting in the outer room by Grandma Li.

As soon as he entered the door, Wei Hanzhang saw Mrs. Jiang, Mrs. Zhao, lying on the soft couch. The always energetic old man's face was like gold paper. Seeing her come in, Mrs. Zhao put down the letter in her hand and waved to her.

Wei Hanzhang walked over in a few steps and asked with concern: "Grandma, you don't look good. Did you ask the doctor to check your pulse?"

"The doctor has just left. Don't worry, good boy. Grandma is fine." Mrs. Zhao clapped her hand, tears glistening in her cloudy eyes: "My dear Ran Ran, your mother has sent a letter, please take a look. Bar."

 Grandma's demeanor gave Wei Hanzhang a bad premonition. She took a few pages of tear-stained letter paper and lowered her eyes to read it, her face gradually becoming serious.

 Her mother said several things in her letter.

First, her eldest sister, Wei Hanyue, the fifth daughter of the Zhongyong Marquis, a popular candidate for the crown princess, was kidnapped by thieves on her way to burn incense at Zhaohe Temple on the outskirts of the city in the twelfth lunar month of the previous year. It took her a day and a night to find her. damage.

Secondly, the daughter who was waiting for election in the family suffered such a catastrophe. Zhongyong Hou, Wei Hanzhang's grandfather, ordered his granddaughter to drink poison to prove her innocence to the Tian family. Only after her son and daughter-in-law cried and begged did she stop, and sent Wei Hanyue to the family temple. Spend the rest of your life.

Thirdly, something happened to her eldest daughter. As a mother, Jiang cried until she fainted several times, and her health deteriorated. She hoped that Wei Hanzhang, a little girl who left her before she was one year old, rushed to the capital to meet each other, which might be the last time for mother and daughter.

Wei Hanzhang clenched the letter in his hand, flipped through the pages, and then read it again, his mind in a mess.

 The capital, the Zhongyong Hou Mansion, the second son, and the eldest daughter were kidnapped and their reputation was damaged...

Her eyes widened suddenly, finally remembering a distant memory.

 This piece of information is consistent with a book she read in her previous life!

Seeing her granddaughter's tearful eyes and panic, Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but put her arms around her and comforted her: "Don't worry, Ran Ran. It will take at least half a month to send a message from Beijing. Maybe your mother is already well now. She "You are her youngest child, and she has not been married to her in these years, so she misses you so much. My Ran Ran is so good, if your mother can see you." On the one hand, even a serious illness can be cured."

Ms. Zhao coaxed and persuaded, and Wei Hanzhang leaned gently in her arms, his head still buzzing.

What's the name of that book...

 "Concubine's Falling Moon"

The male protagonist is the second son of the Zhongyong Houfu, Wei Heng, who is...her biological father?

She traveled into a book, a book about the concubine. Her father's concubine was the heroine, and she would become the main wife in the near future.

So, her own mother is the supporting actress who left the scene miserably?

Her sister is the female cannon fodder who lost her innocence at the beginning?

The memory is too long, and she can no longer remember the plot of the book clearly. She only vaguely remembers that the male protagonist and his first wife seem to have only one son and one daughter, and there is no such thing as her, the little daughter who was fostered in her maternal ancestral home!

Wei Hanzhang thought of her frail body when she just crossed over...

I was suddenly shocked. Didn’t she come back to life at all in the original plot?

"Ran Ran..." Seeing her stunned look, Mrs. Zhao thought she was unfamiliar with her parents, and it was hard to accept her sudden return to Beijing, so she continued to coax her carefully:

"The wandering monk who gave your parents the idea to send you here said that you can go back when you are old enough. Calculating the days, it's not that far apart. It's just a few months earlier. Ran Ran doesn't understand the situation in Beijing, so she feels uneasy. ?”

Mrs. Zhao patted her shoulder comfortingly: "The capital is not as good as Xuzhou, and the Zhongyong Marquis Mansion is even more luxuriant. There are six rooms in total for the concubine. If you can't remember, don't forget it. Just know that your father is the second son. After I met my family one by one in the capital, I naturally got to know each other.”

"You are the youngest daughter in the family, and you left home when you were young. When you return, your elders will take care of you. It is your own home, so there is no need to be afraid."

The old man's voice was low and gentle, and Wei Hanzhang's turbulent mood was calmed down bit by bit. She leaned softly on her grandmother's shoulder: "Grandma, I can't bear to leave you."

“Grandma is reluctant to leave you, but you have been with grandma for fifteen years, and your parents also miss you very much. How about going back to see them this time?”

Seeing that she was finally willing to speak out, Mrs. Zhao said warmly: "Good boy, I have discussed with your mother. Your marriage will be arranged in Xuzhou. The boy from the Gu family is your childhood sweetheart and has a matching family background. From now on, you will stay in front of your grandmother."

This was the first time that an elder brought her marriage to Gu Yunran to the table. Wei Hanzhang was not shy when it came to life-long events. She hugged Zhao and said softly, "I will stay in Xuzhou to accompany you." and grandfather.”

Gu Yunran is the little sweetheart she has trained and trained for more than ten years. Of course, she has to win it by herself, and she cannot take advantage of others.

  Xuzhou is also where she grew up. She prefers the misty and rainy Jiangnan scenery to the capital city, which she has never been to.

As for the news she heard a few days ago, she didn't believe that the little bamboo horse who followed her and was always obedient knew her bottom line.

Having seen her three aunts exhausted from taking care of the housework and managing the concubines in the backyard, Wei Hanzhang repeatedly emphasized to her little sweetheart her requirements for marriage, that is, she would never accept the appearance of other women.

 No one is allowed, this is the bottom line.

 (End of this chapter)