The king does not go to court early: the queen is too enchanting

Chapter 17 Mo Chou Has No Confidant

In her previous life, she was most taboo about being of a humble background, so she demanded herself as a prostitute in everything. She was familiar with female precepts, and she was confident that she was a model wife. She disdained to use any tricks between husband and wife. woman.

Even if she bleeds again, she can only silently watch them make fun of them.

So sometimes, it is also a good way to welcome or refuse.

"Send it to Shao Shi'an."

Xiujuan's lower regular script is on the rice paper, and the brushstrokes are like flying dragons playing in the sea.

Shao Shi'an looked at it several times and smiled, because half a line of poetry was written on the paper.

Mo Chou has no confidant, no one in the world knows the king.

This poem is very good, it is a kind of compliment, encouragement to friends, and even pride.But none of these can hide a meaning.

farewell.

Thinking of the more and more violent rumors, Shao Shi'an secretly thought, is this embarrassing?

He smiled mischievously, playing with the hairpin in his hand, when he heard the door knocking, he put it in his arms immediately, but he still didn't escape the eyes of the people who came over.

Shao Hui sat down, pondered for a long time, and still said: "I feel a little wronged that the concubine deserves you."

Shao Shi'an sat upright, with a respectful smile on his face: "Mother was only my father's concubine at the beginning, and she was helped by her perseverance. If my father didn't have that day, wouldn't my son be a bastard? Besides, my father brought his son to Bingzhou , for the sake of getting in touch with each other, so as to form a quarrelsome couple. In the final analysis, whether it is a daughter-in-law or a daughter-in-law, they are all daughters-in-law of the low family, and what is fulfilled is nothing more than an agreement between the grandfather and the grandfather of the Shao family."

Shao Hui took a second look at him: "It's hard for you to like it, since that's the case, let's settle the marriage early."

Shao Shi'an lowered his head, but he sneered in his heart. The marriage contract that had been set for decades was not mentioned sooner or later, but he only brought it up after his elder brother got married.

And the third brother was two years younger than himself, but he was excused as immature.It's because he didn't want to break the contract, and he didn't want to sacrifice Bao Bao's two sons.

His eyelashes quivered slightly, and the corner of his mouth smiled.

There are too many unfair things about time. If you want fairness, you have to fight for it yourself.

Shi Yiyan thought so, and so did Shao Shian.

The night is dark, but there will be dawn.

Early the next morning, news came from the front yard that the young master had returned home.

Shi Jia Dalang's name is Chang Sheng, and he is the son of Da Furen.Before him, there were several boys, but they couldn't support them.After listening to the words of Master Yiduo of Baima Temple, he was fostered among relatives, so that he grew up.

But because she was raised outside, she didn't get along well with the people in the house, but she unexpectedly had a good relationship with Shi Yiyan.In her previous life, because Shi Yixin married the eldest son of the Shao family, she stood in the wrong team and died a miserable death.Shi Yiyan wanted to help, but he was helpless, and he always hated him deeply.

Looking at her pale face in the mirror, she asked Ruozhu to apply a thick powder, and carefully painted her eyebrows. It was a little too late to dress up so carefully.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, I saw someone, but I could only hold back my mood and apologize first.

When her son came back, Mrs. Li obviously didn't have time to argue with her, so after a few words, the topic turned to Shi Changsheng.

He was still the same as he remembered, with a Confucian long shirt and a white jade belt, with a clear shape, a handsome appearance, and Xiao Shuxuan, as if he were a god.The voice is like the weather in September, low, with the bleakness and silence of autumn: "Son, please greet mother."

(End of this chapter)