Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 43
The next day, the clear sky in Jingzhao was like a wash. Ye Yumeng sent all the attendants down to rest early, drank tea by herself, leaned on the rattan chair covered with fox fur in the courtyard, looked at the sky for a long time, and then went back to the house , I took the "Tea Classic" and read it.

Incense was burned in the house, and the charcoal fire lingered for a long time. People who stayed in the house for a long time were a little tired.

Ye Yumeng was like this, propping her dazed head on her elbows on the desk, her eyes fell from a sense of sleepiness, ink dripped from the brush in her hand, and even blurred the words written on the rice paper.

After Ji Ling came to his senses, Yao Fengzhi already loomed over, "You jealous woman won't even let the child in Jiaoer's womb go?"

But it turned out that it was Yao Fengzhi who pushed the door open and entered without courtesy as usual, and the cold winter wind rushed in following Yao Fengzhi's steps, which swept away Ye Yumeng's drowsiness.

Before Yao Fengzhi had another chance to make a move, Ye Yumeng first picked up the Fang She inkstone on the case, and threw it on the ground together with the newly ground ink.

Yao Fengzhi, who had come here in a rage, immediately jumped backwards. Even so, the ink splashed by the She inkstone splashed on the official robe that hadn't come off in time.

"you you you you!"

"How about me?" Seeing that Yao Fengzhi's arrogance had been suppressed for the most part, Ye Yumeng strolled to the side and sat on the couch, picked up the half cold tea on the table, and took a sip.

"You!" Seeing Ye Yumeng like this, Yao Fengzhi was extremely angry, but he didn't know what to say.

Looking up and seeing a stove burning charcoal beside him, Yao Fengzhi raised his foot unceremoniously, the red burning charcoal in the stove fell to the ground, and seeing the wind, it burned even more vigorously.

Yao Fengzhi is a typical literati after the Hong Dynasty, he no longer has all the cultural and military equipment of the Hong Dynasty, and he is no different from those daughters who still expect their girls to marry a good family and pamper them in the deep boudoir.

Not to mention that the hand has no strength to restrain the chicken, even the pair of hands holding the pen for writing is also visibly soft.With this kick, apart from the stove rolling to the ground, Yao Fengzhi could only touch his feet and let out pain...

Water and fire are ruthless, rolling charcoal fires are everywhere, seeing that the half-rolled curtain is about to be ignited, Yao Fengzhi can't help but panic.

"Fire! Quick, quick... quick... call someone!"

Ye Yumeng only glanced at Yao Fengzhi, stood up, and poured half a cup of tea on the charcoal fire.

"Zi la..."

Glancing at the charcoal still gleaming with sparks, Ye Yumengfu picked up the teapot at the side and poured out all the water in it.

"Zi la...Zi la...呵..."

All the sparks were extinguished, and a white smoke rose from the charcoal, and it floated unsteadily into the air.

Bypassing the remaining charcoal fire on the ground, there was no wooden furniture around, Ye Yumeng was not worried, and sat back on the couch without any intention of calling anyone in.

"What did you say to me just now?"

"You, you poisonous woman, actually intend to kill your husband!"

"It's not that I, Ye Yumeng, kicked the stove. Master, you should tell me what happened to me, your concubine." Ye Yumeng used all the honorifics that should be used and shouldn't be used, and the sarcasm He was the one who told it.

"You poisonous woman dare to mention Jiao'er!" Speaking of Zheng Jiao, Yao Fengzhi lost his mind, "The child in Jiao'er's womb was killed by you poisonous woman!"

"Boy? Doesn't Zheng Jiao only have Xu'er as a son? When will she have another baby?"

Hearing Yao Fengzhi's words, Ye Yumeng really thought it was ridiculous. The emperor saw Yao Fengzhi's displeasure the year before, so with a wave of his imperial pen, he was transferred directly to Chuanbei County. It was less than two months since he was transferred back to Jingzhao...

If Zheng Jiao was able to conceive so easily, why did she have nothing to do all these years after giving birth to that child Xu'er?
"It really is you jealous woman!"

"If that sinner Ye Yucang had been denounced years ago, why would Jiao Er want to call you a vicious woman, madam?"

Ye Yumeng just watched indifferently, Xi'er was not in Yao's residence, so she wouldn't be harmed by Yao Fengzhi and that Zheng Jiao—it's just a pity that Xi'er didn't see such a scene, otherwise it would be a shame to see Yao Fengzhi like this money for the theatre.

(End of this chapter)