My Wife Has Been Blackened

"Eat, eat, eat everything, we all eat public meals." Yang's face was wrinkled happily.

"What kind of family meal is this? It's called my family meal. The emperor was raised by me. Isn't this kindness greater than the sky?" Although Yang knew that Zhou Yanci didn't like her, she still listened to others listening to her. .

For example, Zhou Yanci is always your child. How capable is the daughter's family?

In the future, you will not be able to rely on your natal brother, and you will not be able to give your fourth son an official job? Why don't you help her secure the throne?

Although Mrs. Yang did not study much, she thought about it for this reason. This is a bit sloppy.

Rao Zhou Lao Si repeatedly asked her not to show off, so she had no choice but to restrain herself from going out, and found someone to brag at home.

"Born grace is nothing more than nurturing grace. You picked up her life. If you want me to say, even if you can't take her into the palace, it's right to give you an imperial order. When you go out, those noble people outside will Don't all the old ladies and wives at home have to kneel down and salute?" Her natal sister-in-law held her hand with an affectionate look on her face.

She is Yang Zhao's mother, her sister-in-law.

At first, Yang Zhao was engaged to Zhou Yanci, but later broke the marriage and married Fang Zhaoyuan. Unexpectedly, Fang Zhaoyuan had an affair with her godfather and gave Yang Zhao a cuckold. Even the child in his belly was the old man's housekeeper. After giving birth, Yang Zhao was so angry that he beat Fang Zhaoyuan to death on the spot.

Now that Yang Zhao has lost some of his abilities as a man, it is really miserable.

Speaking of which, those families in Quanfu Town who had engaged with Zhou Yanci were all green with regret. Seeing the sky drinking to numb himself, wishing he could slap himself to death.

The man who missed the emperor, missed it!

The opportunity for future generations to become princes has been missed.

Yang Wanfu almost beat his daughter-in-law to death, saying that she interfered with it at the beginning and completely lost this great opportunity. If you drink too much, you will fight, if you drink too much, you will fight.

Yang slapped her hands, she couldn't be happier.

"Then I have to ask my family to give me an order. Otherwise, I will cry outside the Jinluan Hall. She is the emperor now, so she can't leave me alone." Yang Shi also knew that she was taking advantage of the situation when she came to the capital.

"Little sister, good luck to you. You just married Zhou Chengli, a cripple. What a pity." The sister-in-law looked regretful.

Yang's face changed slightly.

"I heard that the big families in Beijing have that kind of servant...the kind that warms the bed. I heard that in winter, the young man went to sleep warmly, and even warmed his wife's body. What about the young young men nowadays, are we still You can't do it if you're shameless." Several women were talking nasty words, and their faces were filled with frightened smiles.

Only the corners of Yang's mouth froze.

Back then, when someone sent concubines to Zhou Boyue, they were all inhumane for her to wrestle with.

Later, when Zhou Boyue came back one time, he suddenly disliked women.

When he came back that day, his clothes were all torn, and he was covered in bruises. He dragged all the maids in the mansion who appeared in front of him into the house and tortured them. That night, there were cries everywhere in the mansion.

Those people suddenly switched to sending young and good-looking young masters.

Those young people can talk sweetly, and they don't have any three views, almost coaxing Mrs. Yang into submission.

In a few days, he warmed Yang's bed, but Zhou Boyue didn't know it.

Zhou Chengli was in his hometown again, and Mrs. Yang heard that the big families outside liked this. simply……

I have to say that Mrs. Yang is really courageous...

At this time, after listening to some sister-in-laws in her hometown, Yang felt proud of being superior to others and felt blushing.

"Don't talk about that, it's none of our business. When your son eats public meals, it's not up to you to find him." Yang changed the subject.

"That's right, those shameless people are not ashamed. If you let your masters know, you will have to beat them to death."

While talking, there was a cry of a baby from inside.

With some shrill screams,

"Oh, your grandson is really a troublemaker. Hurry up and ask the servant girl to coax the two children. There are so many people who can't coax the two children well." The woman pushed Yang.

Yang's face was pale, her smile was restrained, and there was a bit of coldness in the corners of her eyes.

Now she can't tell whether it's her grandson or grandson, but her son said let nature take its course, and Yang didn't care.

Ouch, it's scary to think about it like that.

"Xingzi, give the young master the cold milk on the table." Yang waved her hand and was carried out. Outsiders don't know that this is a problem for the children, Yang usually never let them see strangers.

The servant girl hurried out with two bottles of cold milk, for fear that the crying would offend Madam.

As soon as it was carried out, the chatting women were secretly startled.

Now the weather is in October, and it has rained heavily in the past few days, and the weather has turned cooler.

It's a bit cool for an adult to wear two pieces, but the two children were only wrapped in a thin layer of fine sand, and they were still wearing short sleeves!

The child didn't know whether it was hungry or cold, and his voice was crying so loudly that his throat was hoarse when he listened carefully.

The women didn't dare to ask any more questions. Although they felt that they couldn't bear it, they didn't say anything when they saw Yang's indifferent appearance.

"Ma'am, the young master seems to have a fever." After going out for a few steps, he heard the servant girl came back again, with a worried face on her face.

"If you have a fever, tell me what to do. I'm not a doctor. Since he has a fever, he must be hot. Just take off his clothes and take a cold bath. When it cools down, the fever will stop." Yang frowned, feeling depressed died.

"Here, the emperor will take good care of this child..." The servant girl couldn't bear it, the child was only two months old.

On weekdays, Zhou Boyue never looked at it, nor did he care about it.

Mrs. Yang laughed: "Am I missing him to eat or drink? Where did I take him? Besides, now that Yanyan is the emperor, what should I be afraid of as a mother? The child belongs to my Zhou family. It's not the emperor's." Now the outside world is her daughter's world.

Besides, there is enough food and drink, so why treat them so slowly?

Yang is not afraid at all.

The servant girl moved her mouth, but she didn't dare to refute, and went out after saluting.

Just touching the child's high fever and hoarse throat from crying, someone secretly warmed up the milk, and quickly poured hot water to lower the child's fever. Anxious, but secretly scolding this family is not a thing.

"Haven't I ever raised a child? Back then I dug Yanyan out of the snow, and that was enough to support her. At the beginning, I hugged her and warmed her with my body. She was frozen stiff and warmed up bit by bit. Yes." Yang brazenly took the credit for Zhou Laosan.

Zhou Laosan's real name is Zhou Bowen, and he is an extremely clever child. If it wasn't for saving words, Zhou Laosan might not have anything to do now.

He is pure and kind, and he really has a heart of a child.

At this moment, he stood outside the door with a sullen face and kicked the door open.

"Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?" Zhou Laosan looked at Yang fiercely with red eyes. Followed by two young gentlemen, their bodies are soft and weak, like a girl.