"Yirong." "Master." Nalan Qingyi and Nalan Zhijin couldn't help shouting. Nalan Zhijin lowered his voice, "Master, coffins cannot be used as gifts."
"Is that true?" Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi, "What should Qingyi do? The only gift I want to give is a coffin. Now you choose. If not, Mo Feiyu will go out and buy a good coffin, or else...
Not sending it."
Nalan Qingyi was stunned for a long time, and finally waved her hand helplessly, "Forget it, I won't give it away."
Jing Yirong turned her head with satisfaction and laughed. Just because Ding Zhong dared to add spices to their meals, it would be great if she could buy him a coffin. She wanted something else.
Qiao Shuang'er gave away the gift in her hand, which turned out to be a luminous pearl from a small tribe on the western border. Jing Yirong raised her eyebrows and looked at Qiao Shuang'er, "You are really wasting such a good thing."
Qiao Shuang'er sat back next to Jing Yirong, "Do you think I am willing? If brother Yu Liu hadn't insisted on me coming, I wouldn't have made this trip. Look at this Ding Zhong, he's not a good person."
"Have discernment." Jing Yirong chuckled.
Qiao Shuang'er looked proud, "Of course, otherwise why would I fall in love with Bu Chenche."
Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows, then raised his eyes and found that everyone in the hall was looking at him, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"
"Miss Jing, what is your gift?" the person in charge of etiquette asked.
"No." Jing Yirong stood up, "It is his greatest honor that I am willing to stay at Siyu Villa to attend his small birthday party."
There was silence in the hall. Qiao Shuang'er watched Jing Yirong regain her memory and she really hadn't changed at all. Ding Zhong's face was obviously a little confused, but Jing Yirong felt that it wasn't enough and turned to Ding Zhong, "Dingzhuang
Does the Lord think there is something wrong with what I said? Or maybe you want my gift."
"Miss Jing is serious. Just as Miss Jing said, Ding already feels very honored that Miss Jing can stay and attend Ding's birthday party." Ding Zhong clenched his hands tightly and tried his best to suppress the hatred in his heart.
One day he asked this woman to kneel in front of him and beg for mercy.
Jing Yirong smiled with satisfaction. The last thing a beast like this would do is show his vicious side in front of everyone. Jing Yirong looked at the group of people behind him and said, "We are doing this boring dedication ceremony
If you're not interested, call us after dinner."
After saying that, he walked out of the house without looking back. Nalan Qingyi, Nalan Zhijin and Mo Feiyu followed immediately. The only person who could not give Ding Zhong any face in front of everyone was Jing Yi.
Tolerated.
Ding Zhong looked at Jing Yirong's leaving figure and winked at Ding Dang. Ding Dang immediately followed him out knowingly, "Miss Jing, there are many people in the house today. I'm afraid she won't have a good time, so why don't I accompany you here?"
Let’s take a look around Siyu Villa.”
Jing Yirong looked at Ding Dang and nodded silently. Ding Dang smiled, "Is there anything else Miss Jing is curious about in Siyu Villa?"
"Yes," Jing Yirong said calmly, "I am very interested in Mrs. Ding who did not appear in the hall today on Ding Zhong's birthday."
Ding Dang was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Jing Yirong's answer, and then he calmed down, "The eldest lady passed away five years ago, and the current lady is my mother. My mother is a concubine, so she is not suitable to appear in such a big scene.
"
Jing Yirong's expression remained cold and unchanging, "Since she is not suitable to come out, why don't we just go and see her in person?"
"Miss Jing." Ding Dang's attitude changed a little, "My mother stays at home all year round. It would be bad if she was rude in front of Miss Jing. Why don't I take Miss Jing to visit other places? Maybe Miss Jing hasn't seen it yet.
Come to my martial arts training room at Siyu Villa..."
"I have been there." Jing Yirong suddenly interrupted Ding Dang, walked up to Ding Dang and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I went there last night."
Ding Dang stared at Jing Yirong in shock, unable to believe what she heard. She said, she said last night...
"If you don't understand, let me remind you again," Jing Yirong said with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were only cold, "I still remember that a tree fell down in the martial arts courtyard last night."
Ding Dang was already standing on the spot, and now his mood was no longer indescribable as stunned and shocked, but also a little trembling. Trembling, all his unhappiness was actually seen in Jing Yirong's eyes, and he subconsciously looked at Mo Fei
Yu, so nervous that her voice trembled, "Don't tell him, please don't tell him."
"Take me to see the person I'm interested in." Jing Yirong's calm expression was in complete contrast to Ding Dang's nervousness and fear.
Ding Dang looked almost helpless, "Why, why do you want to see her? Do you even want to destroy her?"
"I have never discriminated against prostitutes." Jing Yirong's face was calm and his tone was smooth. Ding Dang stared at Jing Yirong intently. She didn't understand the woman in front of her, her purpose, or what she was thinking.
Even though she is also a woman, she has no idea what she is thinking now. She looked up at the worried look cast by Mo Feiyu who was standing not far away, and suddenly felt that all the pain disappeared in an instant, as if nothing happened.
It can make her worry.
Ding Dang finally agreed, "I can take you to see my mother, but if you do anything to hurt her or say something that shouldn't be said, just like you are Jing Yirong and my elder brother's master, I won't let you go."
Pass you."
"I have no desire to bully the weak." Jing Yirong replied coldly.
Ding Dang and Jing Yirong walked towards his mother's house. The place where Ding Dang's mother lived was remote, but even though it was remote, it was very quiet and the environment was not bad. There were all the necessary pools and gardens, and in the pool
It is also full of lotus flowers. It is estimated that the entire courtyard will be even more beautiful when all the lotus flowers bloom.
When Jing Yirong walked into the house, Ding Dang's mother was doing embroidery when she saw a group of people coming in and stood up to greet them, "Ding Dang, why are you here?"
"My child came to see my mother," Ding Dang brought Jing Yirong and his entourage to his mother, "These are my children's friends and they all want to come and see my mother."
"Hello, it's really troublesome for you to come to see me, an old woman." Ding Dang's mother smiled kindly at everyone, and then looked at Ding Dang, "Ding Dang, don't just come to see your mother. It's your father's birthday today. You should
You should help him more. As the eldest son and the only man in the family, you should help your father more."
"My child knows," Ding Dang smiled at her mother.
The coldness on Jing Yirong's lips was more intense. Ding Dangniang was not actually an old woman. Judging from her age, she was probably in her thirties. Judging from her clothes, this woman was indeed living a good life and looked great.
If her appearance is still found in a brothel, she probably won't end well.
Jing Yirong sat down at the table and picked up Ding Dangniang's embroidery work, "Did you embroider it?"
"Ah, yes." Ding Dangniang looked at Jing Yirong, but she didn't know why she felt guilty in her heart. This little girl was obviously about the same age as Ding Dang, but she felt a little scared.
Ding Dang saw his mother's expression and hurriedly stepped forward to look at Jing Yirong, "Miss Jing, you've already seen my mother. It's time for us to leave. My mother has never seen so many people. If you are still here,
I'm afraid this will scare her."
Jing Yirong looked at Ding Dang and then at Ding Dang's mother, without leaving or speaking. Jing Yirong had been a killer and had seen too many people. No matter what kind of person they pretended to be, she could see through this person in front of her.
A woman can come out of a brothel and catch the owner of the dignified Siyu Villa and know at a glance that she is not a weak character.
"Master," Nalan Qingyi stepped forward and pulled Jing Yirong, "Let's go back, I'm a little sleepy."
"Are you sleepy again?" Jing Yirong felt a little worried and glanced at Mo Feiyu, "Take Zhijin back and rest for a while. Qingyi, please go back too. I still have some things to talk to them about."
Mo Feiyu glanced at Ding Dang and left with Nalan Qingyi and Nalan Zhijin.
Jing Yirong looked at Ding Dang, "It's time for you to leave."
"What on earth do you want to do?" Ding Dang, who is not easily angered, still got angry, "I said I won't let you hurt my mother."
"Don't leave, kid," Ding Dang's mother was obviously afraid of facing Jing Yirong alone and didn't want Ding Dang to leave.
"Since none of you want me to stay, just let me go." Jing Yirong stood up with a smile, but there was a shrewd look in his eyes, "But I left this house because I was born as a girl and her mother was once a prostitute. Today
It will spread to everyone's ears, and your peaceful days will be over."
"You! Despicable!" Ding Dang stepped forward and took out his palm, Jing Yirong dodged lightly and grabbed Zhuang's arm with one hand, "Do you think the first person we will attract when we start fighting is your Siyu Villa's guards or those who come to congratulate Youjianghu?
person?"
"I promise to talk to you." Ding Dangniang suddenly changed her mind and spoke.
"Mother." Ding Dang closed his hands and walked to his mother worriedly, "I will solve this matter, don't worry."
"There's nothing we can do about it, right?" Ding Dang's mother looked at Ding Dang and still didn't hold back her blame, and her tone became a little cold, "Okay, okay, you can go out now. Just talk to this girl."
Is it possible that she can really do anything to me?"
"Yes, Mom, I'm going out first. I'll stay outside the house. If you have anything, just call me." Ding Dang finished caring and walked to Jing Yirong, "If you dare to hurt my mother, I won't let you go!"
Jing Yirong faced Ding Dang's warning with an expressionless face. When Ding Dang closed the door, Jing Yirong looked at Ding Dang's mother and said in a cold tone, "What's your name?"
"Haitang." Haitang finally faced Jing Yirong head-on, "I wonder what the girl wants to talk to me about?"
"Why is that useless look just now gone?"
"You are a dangerous person without sympathy. It is useless to be weak when facing people without sympathy." Haitang answered word for word.
Jing Yirong sneered, "You are indeed an extraordinary person. You are quite capable if you can use your own child to become the concubine of the owner of Siyu Village. If you want to succeed, you must need means. I believe
I agree very much, but the fact that I have to sacrifice my own daughter in exchange for my own glory and wealth makes me feel really uncomfortable."
Haitang smiled slowly, "What I exchanged is not only my glory and wealth, but also Ding Dang's. What Ding Zhong needs is a son, but what I gave birth to was a daughter. Do you think I have any extra choices? As long as
If Ding Dang becomes a son, then both of us will have a good life, and only in this way can both of us survive. If Ding Dang were not allowed to pretend to be mother and daughter, we would have died a long time ago."