Even if the two elders of the Yi family asked for a monk, they could not defeat the heart of their young daughter Sichun. On a dark and windy night, the aunt, Yi, had enough money to elope with the scholar for the so-called love. He angered his father to death that night, and soon his mother died.

In this regard, Meng Wanyi, who ran away with Chen Qun, had the style of Yi family. Unfortunately, Meng Wanyi was caught back, but Yi family succeeded, and she was named Fu Yi family with her husband's surname.

The successful Fu Yi did not expect the success of the handsome scholar. After ten years of marriage, the handsome scholar failed the exam again and again, and finally got angry. Fu Yi had no shame to go home, but thought that his children were unwilling to protect him, so he begged to his parents' home with shameless face.

My mother's family hated her and didn't want to recognize her anymore. Later, she asked her to the elder sister of the Gong family. Her sister thought of her past relationship, but she kept it from time to time to help her, which made her see the dawn of hope and extended her claws to her aunt and niece Gong.

Gong Shiyuan has always looked down on this aunt who is indifferent to the customs. She has repeatedly asked her to come, but she ignored her coldly, perhaps because she was disappointed. She has not been here for nearly half a year.

This time, somehow, came to the door again, and his face was really thicker than the city wall.

After finishing muttering, Qiao smiled secretly in her heart and said with a sarcasm: "Oh, second sister-in-law, your aunt is here again, why don't you invite me in quickly?"

Meng Wanfang heard that the poor relatives came, and her eyes were almost gone, so she could not find her eyes. She stared at Qiao and said, "Aunt San, are you confused? My mother had long broken ties with them, so where did she come from..."

Gong interrupted, "Okay, Fang'er, please say less."

Now is different from the past. Now she took the initiative to ask her aunt to come with her little cousin. The little cousin's surname is Fu and her name is Yan Rou. She is thin and slender, and she is very beautiful. She is even more rare than Aunt Jiang. She is more likely to read and write a few sour poems about sadness and tragedy. The master should like this tone.

If it were not forbidden to do so, she would not want to attract this nest of poor relatives like dog skin plaster to the house. But now she was suppressed by an aunt, and even the confidants around her dared to move. If she did not take action, she would have to sit and wait for death.

Fortunately, Fu Yanrou is always weak and easy to play with. When she uses her to manipulate bitch Jiang first, it will be much easier to manipulate her. As for her aunt, she will give her more silver, what would she refuse?

Just as he was thinking, the old lady was talking.

"Forget it, my second wife, it's not easy for your aunt to come here. Please come in and sit down."

Although the old lady looked down on Fu Yi very much, she still had to say the scene.

After a little leaning, I saw a woman about forty years old, lean and frosty, walking in. In terms of age, she was less than forty years old. Since she was young and elopement with others without any knowledge, she has never lived a good life again.

Later, her husband endured herself to death, and she had no support. After suffering for several years, she had already made her look haggard. Although she was much younger than the old lady, she looked older than the old lady.

She led two men, a man about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a scholar dressed up, a blue square scarf on his head and a flower on his sideburns.

Her appearance is pretty good, with a greasy and powdery face, and she looks a little vulgar. When she came in, she lowered her head, but her eyes were wandering around. This person was Gong's little cousin Fu Yanjie.

There is another girl who looks no bigger than Meng Wanfang. She is very beautiful, and her eyebrows are 70% or eighty-eight times similar to Fu Yi, but her expression and demeanor are a bit petty, which makes her fall into the lower class. Fortunately, her dew-like appearance is as sad as Meng Wanyi in her mansion.

Everyone was about to greet each other, but when the soft curtain sounded, a little girl reported: "The third girl is here."

Others had no reaction yet, but Fu Yanjie was so excited that he was about to fly up. He heard that Meng Jiusi, the third girl of General Dingyuan's mansion, was so beautiful that the country was so beautiful that he was so beautiful that he had no chance to meet. Finally, his cousin sent a post to invite them into the mansion, saying that he would follow him no matter what.

Unexpectedly, such a beautiful thing came from the sky as soon as he came. He swallowed his saliva excitedly, stared at the soft curtain with his eyes straight, hoping that Meng Jiusi would come on the auspicious clouds like a fairy who had landed in the mortal world, and then he looked at his charming and elegant style, and had a passionate elope with him, creating a heroic love story.

Unexpectedly, before waiting for Meng Jiusi, another panicked voice came.

"Old lady, old lady, it's not good, no, the palace... The palace concubine Yin Guixiu sent... to the palace to upload the order..."

When everyone heard this, they thought of Meng Huaizhang beating Xue Liang, and they were all panicked and trembling, thinking that Xue Liang must be bad. Princess Huayang reported to Concubine Yin.

Fu Yi was a wink. Seeing the panic on everyone's faces, she was afraid that she was not good. She was about to pack up her bags and go back home to clear her relationship with the Meng family. Unexpectedly, she ordered Meng Jiusi to go to the Xue family to apologize, and let the two families turn war into jade so that they can better assist the emperor. She stopped thinking about going home.

...

In the afternoon, the sun finally became warmer, shining on people, bringing the warm spring temperature.

From Meng Mansion to Xue Guogong Mansion, you have to pass through the most prosperous and lively street in Changping City - the Houshi. It is a place where a group of flowers gather and a street that my eldest brother Meng Huaizhang likes to visit the most.

There are tall buildings on both sides of the street, with shops on the street, with open walls, and various teahouses and restaurants roaming in the wind. There are all kinds of mobile vendors doing small businesses, mother-of-pearl toys, fine silk fans, new kiln green utensils... on both sides of the street.

There are many pedestrians on the road, both men and women love flowers.

"Cansible haws, sell candied haws..."

Suddenly, I heard the long and long shouts of the vendors.

Meng Jiusi suddenly remembered the sound of selling candied haws on the street when she was missing when she was a child. She couldn't help but frowned slightly. Just as she was about to put down her skirt, she suddenly heard a loud quarrel.

"Why are you so scoundrel? This pair of glass cups is obviously mine, how do you say it is yours?"

"Who said it was yours? It was obviously mine. If it weren't for your age, I would have taken you to meet the official. You old man, you don't know where the bandit came out."

"Nonsense, I just rushed to this glass cup. If you don't believe me, please follow me to ask." An old man with a green robe and white beard pulled a middle-aged man to the street market and set up a vendor's office with a large roulette, "I just jumped to him by the way."

"Hey! Shop, was this... the old man jumped at you?"

The stall owner glanced straight: "It's like talking lies with his eyes open. I just arrived and the business has not started yet. How could anyone jump into a glass cup?"

"You...you?"

The old man in green robe pointed his hand at the two of them angrily, unable to argue.

Meng Jiusi saw the old man in the sedan chair, and only felt familiar. When the old man was grabbed by the collar and shouted to meet the official, she saw his face, and there was an ink-green word "王" on the upper corner of his left forehead.
Chapter completed!