The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

At that moment, looking at his smiling daughter, Jiang Ancheng burst into tears.

His daughter has grown up and can do what she wants to do on her own.

As a father, he is both ashamed and gratified.

There is more joy than shame. In this world, relying on oneself is always more important than relying on others, even if that other person is a father, a brother, or a husband.

"Xiaoyu, please accompany your uncle for a walk." Zhen Shicheng said.

Yu Jin, who was wearing uniform, clasped Zhen Shicheng and came to Jiang Ancheng: "Uncle, let's go."

Jiang Ancheng looked at the young man standing in the wind, and then at the slim little daughter, and sighed in the bottom of his heart in joy.

Xiaoyu and Si'er are quite a good match, so go back and test what Si'er means, if Si'er is willing to ask Brother Zhen to be a witness, it is much more reliable than Si'er's wholeheartedly thinking of marrying a high-ranking family.

As for the bet between the daughter and the old lady?

Haha, anyway, the government has already sentenced Yi'er and Zhu Ziyu to reconcile, of course they regret it!

Jiang Ancheng made a silent decision for his daughter without any psychological burden.

Seeing the crowd disperse like a tide, the courtroom became deserted, and Zhen Shicheng walked to one place with his hands behind his back.

Zhen Heng stood there, looking lonely because there were no people watching the fun.

Seeing his father coming in front of him, Zhen Heng smiled: "Father."

Zhen Shicheng's tone was meaningful: "How, scared?"

Zhen Heng couldn't help but look in the direction Jiang Si left, with a clean smile on his face, and his voice was cleaner than a smile: "Your son is not scared."

He was pleased with the girl, not because she was a lady with a smile on her face. From the first encounter in the mountains and forests, he accepted her difference.

And just now, he saw another radiant side of her.

When a person is more and more unique in his heart, it should be a deeper joy.

He thought he was in love with her.

I want to have breakfast with her, embrace and sleep together, and spend my life happily together.

If this person is replaced by someone else, he will feel very sorry.

Looking at his son's appearance, Zhen Shicheng suddenly felt a pain in his brain.

When I called my son to watch, I originally wanted to make him realize that Miss Jiang is not a well-behaved lady, and that she is not the same as her son who loves reading, loves poetry, and plays music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so that this kid can give up sooner.

But looking at the appearance of this silly boy, it seems that he has fallen deeper...

It's over, it seems that I'm running on the road to pit my son without looking back, and I must not let my wife know!

Shuntian Mansion became more and more deserted, but a mighty crowd poured in outside the gate of Zhu's house.

Mrs. Zhu stayed in the flower hall in the front yard.

Dongping Bofu suddenly sued the government to be righteous. The master and son all went to the yamen. What happened?

When the doorman came in to report, Mrs. Zhu had already walked out of the flower hall, and her mind was not standing on the stone steps.

"Husband, madam, there are a lot of people here!"

"What about the master and the son?"

"I didn't see the master and the son, there are too many people."

"Madam—" The steward who accompanied Zhu Shaoqing and his son to Shuntian Mansion hurried in.

Seeing the pale face of the steward, Mrs. Zhu's heart sank, and she hurriedly asked, "How?"

The steward fell to the ground and cried bitterly, "Madam, I lost, I lost..."

Madam Zhu staggered back, and hurriedly reached out to support the porch.

Another servant rushed over: "Madam, Uncle Dongping said at the door that he would take the eldest girl away."

Madam Zhu's expression changed, and she strode out.

Jiang Ancheng did not enter the gate of Zhu's house, but stood beside the stone lion outside the gate and waited.

Mrs. Zhu was accompanied by her maid and she walked over the high threshold. She glanced at the dark crowd outside the door, feeling dizzy.

After a pause, Madam Zhu smiled and said, "Since Uncle is here, why don't you go in and talk?"

Jiang Ancheng pulled the corners of his mouth with a sullen face: "The governor of Shuntian has already sentenced Zhu Jiang to reconcile the two families, and I will not enter the gate of Zhu's residence. This time I am here to pick up my granddaughter Yanyan.

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"This is impossible!" Mrs. Zhu was stunned, and subconsciously looked for Zhu Shaoqing and his son, but only received countless contemptuous glances.

These gazes were like knives lingering on Madam Zhu's body.

"Bah, I'm still the first of a scholarly family, to actually raise such a son!"

"That's right, he murdered his wife in order to marry another woman, and if he failed, he wanted to take the initiative to wear a cuckold to divorce his wife. How can there be such a person in the world..."

Mrs. Zhu felt that these words seemed to float from the sky, separated by clouds and mist.

"What are they talking about?"

The steward leaned into Mrs. Zhu's ear and said, "Madam, the government awarded the eldest girl to the eldest grandma to raise..."

Mrs. Zhu's eyes were straight, as if she didn't understand the manager's words.

"Mrs. Zhu, don't get dizzy." The girl's soft voice came, as if a basin of ice water was poured over her head.

Mrs. Zhu struggled to hold up her eyelids, and what caught her eye was a pretty cold face.

"Miss Jiang Si." Madam Zhu woke up and stared at Jiang Si vigilantly.

Jiang Si took a step forward and smiled softly and harmlessly: "Look, I said I would come to pick up Yanyan."

"You, you—" Mrs. Zhu pointed at Jiang Si, unable to utter a word, but felt that this overly beautiful face was even more terrifying than a demon.

Jiang Si's face was cold, and she said to Zhu's house steward, "Go and carry your eldest girl out!"

The steward of Zhu's house subconsciously turned around and walked towards the house. After two steps, he reacted suddenly: No, why did he obey Jiang's orders?

The steward of Zhu's residence looked at Madam Zhu hesitantly.

Mrs. Zhu's expression was numb and unresponsive.

Yu Jin, who was standing with a few yamen, said lightly, "Zhu Ziyu and Jiang's daughter Yanyan have already been sentenced to be brought up by the woman. If your palace refuses to enforce it, then I will go in and take someone directly."

An old voice came: "Bring the eldest girl out."

Mrs. Zhu suddenly changed her face and almost jumped up: "Master, why are you doing this?"

Zhu Shaoqing was well-dressed when he left the house, but at this moment, he could no longer tell the original color of his clothes. The clothes were covered with unidentified objects of yellow, yellow, green, and green. Even the soup dripped from his hair, which was frozen in this cold day.

Zhu Shaoqing raised his eyes and looked at the thick and dazzling plaque on the gate of Zhu Mansion, and muttered: "The fault of my son is not godfather, I have to pay it back!"

Jiang Xi hugged Yanyan and walked out.

"Auntie, why didn't my mother come?"

"Your mother is making the dessert that Yanyan likes to eat."

"Really? Can Yanyan bring it back to her grandfather, grandmother and dad to eat?"

Jiang Si paused and glanced at Zhu Shaoqing and Mrs. Zhu, but blocked Zhu Ziyu's direction.

"Okay." Jiang Si hugged Yanyan tighter, "Yanyan can discuss with your mother, please do more."

In the young daughter's heart, her father is the most reliable mountain, and it should not be up to her to decide whether to overthrow the mountain in Yanyan's heart.

"Let me hold it, the child is quite heavy." Yu Jin stretched out his hand.

"Yanyan will recognize her."

Yu Jin smiled at the little girl: "Yanyan, do you want uncle to hug?"

Yanyan tilted her head to look at the dark-eyed boy, and stretched out her hand: "Brother, hug."