Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

Chapter 124 Worship at the Sanqing Temple

She squinted her eyes and smiled, looking at Jiang Wenzheng's gradually enlarged handsome face.

Come on, come on, she's ready!
But she was so sleepy that she fell asleep as soon as her little paw touched Jiang Wenzheng's chest muscles. Jiang Wenzheng gently embraced her, pecked her forehead, and laughed angrily.

She was abducted by that kid Jiang Zhiyi last night, and he hadn't settled with her yet, but luckily, she fell asleep as soon as she got into bed.

He wanted to punish her, but seeing her sleeping sweet face dispelled the idea.

At night, Jiang Zhiyi looked at the boiled noodles on the table, and Qingyi who was sitting next to him, and frowned deeply.

"Why eat this? When will Sister Dongyuan come back?"

He looked at the empty table with only the two of them, and he became more suspicious, "Where are my parents?"

Qingyi's face was full of black lines, why why, he also wanted to know why!

It's okay to be a security guard picking up and dropping off children, but now he's directly acting as a shopkeeper, and he even takes care of the children's daily life and food. I have never seen such parents!
But when he thought of Jiang Wenzheng's cold eyes, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his back.

Jiang Wenzheng gave him an ultimatum, if Jiang Zhiyi appeared in his dormitory again, don't blame him for being rude.

Qingyi was really afraid of Jiang Wenzheng, he couldn't bear the coercion he exerted on others.

There was no other way, Qing had to keep Jiang Zhiyi in prison, and he couldn't let him spoil the master's good deeds.

After dinner, he cleaned up the dishes, supervised Jiang Zhiyi's homework, and finally helped him take a bath, and then put him to sleep.

After a whole set of procedures, Qingyi was so tired that his back was sore and his arms were hurting. He carefully closed the door and window for Jiang Zhiyi, and walked lightly to avoid waking Jiang Zhiyi, which would make the previous efforts come to naught.

A black bird cooed twice on the steps of the West Wing in the backyard, attracting Qingyi's attention.

His eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to call the bird to his hand.

The whole body of the bird was black, and its feathers shone brightly under the moonlight. A small wooden tube was tied to its tiny feet, and a small note was stuffed inside.

Qing took out the note, read the words on it carefully, and finally let the bird fly.

The small courtyard returned to tranquility, as if the scene that happened just now had never happened.

When Su Yuanyuan was sitting at the table having breakfast leisurely in the early morning, Qingyi handed the note to Su Yuanyuan.

Su Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows as she looked at the delicate handwriting on it.

"This is a good time to do something."

To be honest, Qingyi also agrees that doing bad things in the mansion will always restrict one's hands, but if one leaves this mansion and is no longer restrained, then the chances of attack will increase, and no one wants to miss such a good opportunity.

Su Yuanyuan stirred the porridge in her bowl repeatedly, thinking of countermeasures in her heart.

Boss Xu's deceased wife's death day was on a certain day at the end of April. When the death day of his late wife was approaching, he would turn down all the business and lead his family to the Sanqing Temple outside the city to mourn his late wife.

The Sanqing Temple is far away, and it takes half a day to go back and forth. Every time I go there, I will stay in the temple for the next night.

This year was no exception. He got up early in the morning and changed into plain white clothes under the care of his servants. When he went out, his two daughters were already standing outside the door waiting.

Xu Yu was not wearing a crimson long dress as usual, but now he was also wearing a white long dress, and even his hair was pulled up in an ordinary bun, and a white jade hairpin was everything.

As Xu Yu grows older, Xu Yu also has a bit of Mrs. Xu's shadow. When Boss Xu saw her for the first time, he was stunned for a moment.

But Xu Xin on the side is different. Although she is not as delicate as before, the skirt is still light pink, and the skirt is still ironed with lace. Even the bun is so delicately combed, and the tasseled silver hairpin is gorgeous but not ostentatious. .

Boss Xu frowned deeply after just one glance, looked at the two of them, and finally focused on Xu Xin, "Where's your mother?"

Xu Xin has been afraid of this father since he was a child. He is not as close to him as other fathers. No matter how he pleases and behaves, he always looks at him coldly.

She knew that he hated herself, and more so her mother, who made her mother forced on him by the old lady?
Not only did he not like it, but he also thought it was a stain on his sincere love with his wife.

So Xu Xin's mother, Aunt Xiang, also avoids Boss Xu, and every time she uses all kinds of excuses to prevaricate her, Xu Xin is anxious when she sees her non-competitive temper, even this time it is the same excuse, "My lady has a cold." ,so……"

Xu Xin touched his ears guilty, and lowered his eyebrows to make himself look more docile.

Boss Xu didn't want to hear the rest at all, and it didn't matter if there was one more person or one less person, he just wanted to mourn his deceased wife.

The three carriages drove away from Mount Fushan City together, and staggered towards Sanqing Temple in Beishan.

There was a little Taoist priest in the temple to receive them, and arranged the Xu family in the guest room in the west courtyard.

Xu Yu's room is at the head of the corridor, and Xu Xin's room is next to hers.

Obviously the room at the head is bigger and more spacious, besides, there are two small windows on the south and west sides, and the view is excellent, and you can see the whole picture of Sanqing Temple, but Xu Xin abnormally gave up the big room to Xu Yu almost rushed into the small room next door.

Xu Yu and Dong Yuan looked at each other, there might be ghosts in this room.

Dong Yuan stepped into the room first, scanned the beams and the floor up and down, and only dared to let Xu Yu in after making sure there was nothing wrong with it.

In the past few days, Xu Xin has played tricks on Xu Yu a lot, and everything she does now is worth thinking about.

But after checking around, even Dong Yuan, who was the most vigilant, didn't find anything tricky.

Xu Yu sat on the bed, shaking her legs boredly, "Could it be that she is really kind?"

But she didn't even believe it herself.

Who is Xu Xin, her concubine has been fighting with her for more than ten years, how could she kindly give up the big room to herself?

But the two really couldn't think of any clues, so they could only raise their vigilance.

I had a vegetarian vegetarian meal at noon, and in the afternoon, a Taoist priest performed rituals for the deceased Mrs. Xu.

A Taoist priest in Taoist robes was holding a mahogany sword and chanting scriptures there. Boss Xu knelt on the futon underneath with a sad face.

After so many years, he still couldn't forget Mrs. Xu's passing.

But Xu Yu and Xu Xin are different.

Xu Yu sat blankly on the futon, staring blankly at the floor in front of her. Mrs. Xu passed away just after she was born, and she only had a few words for this mother that the nanny said. If she had more emotions, she would No, that's why the old lady said that her heart is not warm.

Xu Xin on the side just lowered his head slightly, not daring to show the joy in his heart.

She hated her father, and she hated this Mrs. Xu who died early even more. She occupied the position of wife even after she was dead, otherwise her little mother would have raised her position a long time ago.

It was already evening when the ceremony was finished, and Boss Xu couldn't get out of his grief, and had to stay here to talk to Mrs. Xu's ranking, so Xu Yu and Xu Xin had to go back to the room to rest first.

(End of this chapter)