Feng Yiying smiled faintly: "Master Yang, I remember that Mrs. Yang seemed to be the daughter of member Li of this city when I came here a few years ago. Who is this?" Yang Xihan smiled bitterly and said: "I have no children, so my mother gave me some money.
I have several concubines. It’s shameful to say that I seem to have restrained my wife’s fate. The first eight concubines all died of illness in the past two years. Only the ninth concubine, Hua, probably has a tough life. It has been two years since she married, but she is still alive.
She is as lively as a dragon. Alas, I am used to doting on her. I hope the prince and princess will forgive the rudeness today." "What? You married nine wives? All eight of your wives died of illness two years ago?"
Yi Qingchen glanced at Yang Xihan's ball-like body and doubted the authenticity of his words. "Well, today is a happy day, so we won't mention these disappointing words. The dirty family affairs of the minister have made the princess
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yi Qingchen felt a slight movement in her heart: "All eight ladies died of illness within a year, which is weird in itself. Could it be that he, the ninth lady, was responsible for this?
Judging from Yang Piqiu's expression, he seems to be a little henpecked. Well, this Ninth Madam may really have some background." The guests and hosts left happily. Yang Xihan ordered people to clean up one of the most luxurious guest rooms, and invited Feng Yiying and Yi Qing to
Chen checked in, chatted for a while, and then left. The high bed, soft pillows, and red tent were warm. The top-level guest rooms in Yang Mansion were really grand. All the furniture was made of mahogany. Famous paintings and antiques were placed in an orderly manner.
, the luxury is full of grandeur. Phew, as soon as Yi Qingchen saw the big bed, she threw herself on it. She lay on it and never wanted to move again. She had been busy like a bee all day in the hospital, and she was already sleepy.
She was in disgrace. However, the situation continued after she traveled here, and she never had a good sleep. When she saw this warm big bed, she felt closer to her than to her own mother, and she threw herself on it without thinking.
He got up. He could hardly open his eyes. "Hey, little girl, you don't really want to sleep with me, do you?" Feng Yiying sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her lazily. Yi Qingchen
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