In February, the capital gradually warms up, and the spring scenery spreads from the suburbs of Beijing. Outside the city, there is greenery everywhere, with tender grass and green trees, which makes people happy to see it. All kinds of wild flowers bloom lively, and this excitement spreads all the way to the capital.

Early in the morning, various vendors were shouting in the streets and alleys. Those selling Hu pancakes, those selling steamed buns, and those selling all kinds of pastries...all set up their stalls one by one.

In the back alley of Chong'an Marquis' Mansion, two young men dragged the gray-haired old man in hurriedly through the side door. Mrs. Feng was full of worry in the yard, and she was running around anxiously. When she saw the doctor coming, she hurriedly went up to greet him.

Condition.

"...The younger members of the family are all younger. It's my fault that I didn't pay attention. Please take a look..."

The old doctor gasped and nodded in agreement: "Oh, alas, don't be anxious, madam, I'll take a look first."

A group of maids and women invited the old doctor into the courtyard. Mrs. Feng followed the old doctor at a good pace. She frowned and stared at the old doctor without blinking as she checked Grandma Qian's pulse, but the old doctor didn't.

While talking, he twirled his beard and asked Grandma Qian to switch to her other hand and diagnose slowly.

Mrs. Feng was so anxious that she looked back and forth on the old doctor's fingers and face. She held the handkerchief in her hand and kept muttering "Amitabha" in a low voice.

After a long while, the old doctor asked Grandma Qian to stop her hand, and she began to ponder while stroking her beard.

Mrs. Feng was worried, her hands were trembling, her feet were weak, and she almost lost her balance. She quickly held on to the chair and looked at the old doctor hesitantly and eagerly. "Old doctor, look, this child..."

"It's nothing serious." The old doctor calmly waved his hand to Mrs. Feng and twirled his beard. Then he began to ponder again. After a while, he slowly prescribed the prescription and ordered, "Take this medicine twice a day.

, it’s for abortion. This grandma has a good foundation. It doesn’t matter this time, but I still have to be more careful in the future. I’ll write a list of dietary taboos for Madam.”

"Okay, okay, thank you old doctor."

Mrs. Feng finally let go of her heart, and her strength instantly recovered. She smiled happily and asked the girl next to her to seal a heavy consultation fee to the old doctor, and then respectfully sent the patient out in person.

When she returned to the house again, Mrs. Feng looked at Mr. Qian with a mixture of anger and relief in her eyes, and recited "Bodhisattva bless you" several times in her heart.

"You are a twin, so you can't be so careless in the future. Hey, I will take care of the affairs in this house first. Don't worry about it."

Grandma Qian was also full of joy, her face was flushed, and she nodded with a smile. "It's just that I'm not sensible, but I'm too tired to worry about my mother."

It has been three years since Grandma Qian married into the Marquis of Chong'an, and now she is pregnant. Mrs. Feng was overjoyed. She walked with a smile on her face, and even looked kindly to Lin Zhiyuan, the Marquis of Chong'an.

Although Lin Zhiyuan didn't show it on his face when he got the news, there was a smile in his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and then went to the ancestral hall to burn incense. The descendants of this generation of the Lin family were incompetent, so he looked forward to teaching him well.

grandson.

As soon as the news of Grandma Qian's pregnancy came out, everyone in the big room, from the master to the servants, looked happy.

At noon, Aunt Zheng stood next to Lin Zhiyuan and respectfully laid out dishes for Mrs. Feng and Lin Zhiyuan. After thinking about it, she poured a glass of wine for the two of them. She smiled and said: "Now that grandma is pregnant, our Lin family can finally

I congratulate the Marquis and his wife on having a baby. May the Marquis and his wife have a glass of wine?"

Mrs. Feng paused while holding the bowl, and glanced at Aunt Zheng coldly, and then at Lin Zhiyuan, who was nodding happily. She put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, and looked at Aunt Zheng.

She smiled softly, but her voice became colder: "I think Aunt Zheng was so happy that she forgot that I never drink."

A trace of ridicule flashed in Aunt Zheng's eyes, but her face looked a little flustered. She hurriedly knelt on the ground, her eyes instantly turned red, she shrank slightly, and apologized again and again: "I deserve to die! I was so happy that I forgot about this.

Once, I made my wife angry, so I asked her to punish me."

Aunt Zheng is in her thirties, but she looks extremely young and beautiful. Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, and she looked very pitiful.

Mrs. Feng felt an evil fire rising in her chest. She glanced at Aunt Zheng coldly, but ignored her. She only raised the corner of her mouth and looked at Lin Zhiyuan with a sneer.

Lin Zhiyuan's face also turned cold. He avoided Mrs. Feng's gaze with some embarrassment. He frowned and waved his hand to Aunt Zheng on the ground: "It's just a sentence, why are you kneeling? Madam, why should I be angry with you? Get up, here.

I don’t need you to serve me anymore.”

Aunt Zheng glanced at Lin Zhiyuan gratefully, her eyes were delicate and pitiful with a hint of dependence, she wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and then slowly left the room.

Mrs. Feng looked at Lin Zhiyuan with deep ridicule in her eyes. She stood up, knelt down to Lin Zhiyuan, and said in a cold voice: "Master Marquis, please take it easy. I'll go see Mr. Qian first."

Lin Zhiyuan frowned and opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word. He held his forehead and slapped his chopsticks on the table angrily. The chopsticks bounced off the table and rolled to the ground. The girls waiting in the room

They were all shocked and hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and replaced them with a clean pair.

Lin Zhiyuan looked at the table full of dishes and felt annoyed. How did he and Feng get to where they are today?

With such a fuss, Lin Zhiyuan was not in the mood to eat, so he stood up and walked out. As he walked out of the corridor, he happened to bump into Lin Chengxiao, who was shaking his head, humming a pornographic song and waving his fan. Lin Zhiyuan felt angry.

, picked up a slap and slapped Lin Chengxiao on the face.

Lin Chengxiao was caught off guard and was hit hard. His face turned red instantly. He stared blankly at Lin Zhiyuan. Suddenly his eyes widened and he took two steps back. He hurriedly threw himself on the ground and hugged Lin Zhiyuan's legs and cried.

He said: "Father, father, my son is wrong. You can beat or punish him if you want, but don't make your son angry. Just calm down..." As he said this, he winked at the girl who followed him after hearing the sound.

The little girl was startled when she saw this, then she picked up her skirt and ran towards Aunt Zheng's small yard.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't ask Qing Hong and Zhao Bai suddenly slapped him down, and he felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing Lin Chengxiao hugging his feet and not letting go, he scolded in a cold voice: "Why are you crying? How do you behave? Stand up!"

"

Lin Chengxiao glanced at Lin Zhiyuan's face, feeling anxious. He stood up slowly, trying to put a smile on his face. Only then did he feel that the slap he had just received was really serious and painful.

Gotta take a breath.

Lin Zhiyuan frowned, but his expression was calmer than before.

"It's so early in the morning, where have you been?"

Lin Chengxiao stiffened, and while touching his face, he glanced at Lin Zhiyuan, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "My son heard that there was a literary society over at Zuiyue Lake. He wanted to go and have a look, but he didn't expect it.

It just started in the afternoon, and there’s no one around now.”

Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Lin Chengxiao with some surprise. The anger in his heart became less intense and his face relaxed. Just make progress.

"Don't go to any messy places from now on!" Lin Zhiyuan lectured with a serious look on his face, "Although the literary club is good, but you have only read a few books? Do you dare to go to the literary club? Studying at home is the real thing! Come back.

I’ll hire you another gentleman..."

As Lin Zhiyuan was talking, Aunt Zheng hurried over and saw that her son's face was red and swollen, and his eye circles were red again. While wiping the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, she greeted Lin Zhiyuan. Her voice was choked and she persuaded: "Er Lang is not good, Hou

I can just teach you a lesson casually. Why bother to get angry with him? It makes me so angry that I feel bad for myself, and I feel bad for myself..."

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand impatiently, looking at Aunt Zheng who was frail and pale with tears rolling down her face. She wiped her tears silently and swallowed back the words of reprimand as soon as they came to her mouth. She sighed helplessly.

He took a breath. "Okay, okay, you take him to get some medicine!" He said and walked out the door.

Aunt Zheng watched Lin Zhiyuan's back go away. She slowly stopped choking, wiped her eyes, and winked at the girl beside her. Then she frowned at Lin Chengxiao, and touched Lin Chengxiao's hand with worry and distress.

Face, sighed: "Why did you offend your father again? Where did you go so early in the morning?"

Lin Chengxiao impatiently turned his head to avoid Aunt Zheng's hand, and said perfunctorily: "I just went out for a walk, nothing happened. I guess it was because my father was angry before, so he took it out on me."

Lin Chengxiao said and was about to leave. As soon as he took the step, he suddenly took it back. A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and his face immediately changed to a flattering smile. He pulled Aunt Zheng's sleeve and said with a smile: "Auntie, I have something.

Things... hehehe..."

Aunt Zheng felt helpless and distressed. She tapped Lin Chengxiao's forehead angrily and breathed out feebly: "What's the matter? Just tell me, Auntie, listen."

"Well, it's like this," Lin Chengxiao hugged Aunt Zheng's arm, changed his expression in a flash, sighed lowly, and explained in a disappointed tone, "Auntie, look at me, I'm almost nineteen this year.

The boys in the Chen family are younger than me, and they have all discussed getting married. But my wife didn’t even mention my marriage, and my father... ugh."

Aunt Zheng straightened her face, frowned and interrupted Lin Chengxiao: "This is not what you should say! Especially outside and in front of your father! Your wife has the final say in your marriage. If she doesn't make the decision, don't worry, Auntie

At least I can say a few words to your father." Thinking of the coldness in Mrs. Feng's eyes, Aunt Zheng snorted disdainfully. Her status is nobler than hers, but so what? It's not like she can't tie Hou down.

Master? Women are not as good as men. If they can't hold a man down, it's all in vain... The ridicule and hatred in Aunt Zheng's eyes flashed across her eyes.

"I haven't finished speaking yet..." Lin Chengxiao laughed quickly, shook Aunt Zheng's arm, and said to please, "Auntie, please listen to me. Didn't I go out today? On the street, just unintentionally

I saw, that, the Wen family's carriage. I heard that there was a girl from the Wen family inside, so I took a quick glance, and the girl was quite good-looking..."

Lin Chengxiao glanced at Aunt Zheng's face, laughed twice, and continued: "I fell in love with her at first sight, but when I looked back, I definitely couldn't tell my father about this, let alone my wife. I had to come here

I’m begging my aunt. Auntie, please help me go to my father’s place and have a word with him.”

"Wen's family? Which Wen's family?" Aunt Zheng asked doubtfully. Her son's marriage had always been her concern. If they could arrange a good marriage, she would naturally be happy. Besides, it was her son's choice.

"That's the Wen family!" Lin Chengxiao scratched his face and coughed, "That's the second prince's uncle's family, the Wen family."

Aunt Zheng's head was pounding, she grabbed Lin Chengxiao's hand and asked eagerly: "Second Prince?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, your support is my greatest

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