Greetings, Ninth Uncle

"Oh, old lady, what are you talking about!" Zhang mama hurriedly pouted on the ground and said, "Old madam doesn't want to say such depressing words. If you want the old slave to say, you want to control the ninth master. , There are some ways. Not to mention, Jiuye hasn't married yet, no matter how hard he is, he still depends on you for kissing."

Mrs. Cheng sneered: "It's not necessarily. If I want to get hold of his marriage, I'm afraid Lord Hou will be the first to refuse. But it's strange, Lord Hou treats this halfway son as an eyeball. Why? Why don't you make a fuss about marrying him and taking a concubine? He's nineteen this year, and everyone else in his grade should have a son."

Speaking of this Mammy Zhang, she didn't know either, so Madam Cheng wondered for a while, and said, "Forget it, when Lord Hou is around another day, I'll go and test the meaning of Lord Hou."

Mammy Zhang responded, she hesitated, and asked, "Old Madam, what should I do about the eldest girl?"

Mrs. Cheng stared at the incense burner beside her, and after a while, she said, "Let's take a look, first let out the news that the Huo family broke the contract, and see if a good family comes to propose marriage to the eldest girl. If not... Then this granddaughter can only be treated as a bait."

It is really cruel, the treatment of the eldest granddaughter, who has been honored for many years, collapses when it is said to collapse. However, Mammy Zhang didn't plan to do anything except sigh in her heart. Everyone in the high gate compound has its own future. After all, what does the eldest girl have to do with her?

Cheng Yujin was "something" and went out early. She walked behind Cheng Yuanjing, really bored, raised her voice and asked, "Ninth uncle, you called me out, what's the matter?"

Cheng Yuanjing glanced back lightly, and said, "You look like a bright face, and looking at it now, your brain is not very useful."

This sentence made Cheng Yujin want to scold others. She thought that the person in front of her was her ninth uncle, an elder after all, so she could only hold back: "Thank you for the praise. But why does ninth uncle say that my brain is not good?"

Cheng Yuanjing thought to himself that he was simply stupid. He rarely showed kindness. He didn't expect that Cheng Yujin didn't even react when he said this. Cheng Yuanjing's expression was indifferent, and even his tone was careless: "Those female relatives are all thinking about getting to the bottom of things, what else can you do if you stay in the room?"

In just a short meeting, Cheng Yuanjing already knew everything about the Cheng family's house. The chief of Qingfu County has nothing to do with herself, and Nguyen has other thoughts in circles, and Mrs. Cheng is still determined to buy her daughter. Their malice is almost undisguised. In this situation, what else can be left?

Cheng Yuanjing won't say these words, he is a person who is very concerned about boundaries, in other words, born indifferent. How is it with others, how is it with him? The words he just said to Cheng Yujin have been the only support for many years.

Cheng Yujin immediately understood what Cheng Yuanjing meant, how could she not know what Cheng Yuanjing could see at a glance.

Cheng Yujin lowered her head and watched as the snowflakes floated onto the red cloak one by one, then quickly melted away. Cheng Yujin was quiet for a while, and suddenly said, "Sometimes I feel like I'm like this snow, looking white and beautiful from a distance, but when I get closer, there's nothing."

Cheng Yuanjing was surprised and stopped to look at her. Cheng Yujin turned her head to look at the dàngdàng wind outside the corridor, and the snow particles were flying everywhere. Her side face reflects the snow, almost more crystal clear than snow: "Of course I know it will be embarrassing to stay, but what can I do? already."

Cheng Yujin reached out to pick up the snow, her red cloak reflected on the gray corridor, surprisingly dazzling. Cheng Yujin turned around and smiled at Cheng Yuanjing: "Ninth uncle, I'm afraid you can't understand it. Although you are a concubine, you have been loved by your parents since you were born, and you will manage everything for you. When you grow up, you can change your destiny through the imperial examination. So How can you understand that feeling that there is no way to go, but there is a way to go."

Cheng Yuanjing heard the slight cracking sound in his heart.

There is no way to go, but you have to go.

How could he not understand?

Chapter 9 Past Events

Cheng Yujin was standing in front of the corridor, with the dense gate behind her and the cold wind blowing the snow overnight. She stretched out her hand to pick up the snow outside the pillar, and that part of her wrist was whiter than snow.

Snow fell on the palm of the hand, and soon turned into a puddle of water. Cheng Yujin retracted her hand and laughed at herself: "Forget it, I'm telling you what to do. How would you understand."

Cheng Yuanjing looked at the snow on the eaves silently after he took it with one hand. How could he not understand?

He was born in the most honorable royal family, his father was the honorable man of ninety-five, and his mother was the original wife and queen. In terms of background, probably no one in the world was taller than him. But what's the use of that, his mother died early and made room for the daughter of a powerful minister. His father's biggest resistance was to keep his wife filial for a year and make him the crown prince. Cheng Yujin said that although she has both parents, but no one cares about her at all, why is this not the case for Cheng Yuanjing?

Cheng Yujin didn't know why she suddenly mentioned this to Cheng Yuanjing. Maybe too much happened today, maybe Cheng Yuanjing had seen her at her worst, or maybe, with so many bad things happening today, only Cheng Yuanjing has been around. beside her.

Cheng Yujin retracted her hand, she took two steps, and suddenly looked back with a fierce look: "You have already admitted my words in front of your grandmother today, we are grasshoppers on a rope, and no one can run away. You are not allowed to run away in the morning. Talk to others, and don’t even talk back!”