The sweet wife of the cold-faced general

Chapter 6
"Protection?" An Ran sneered. After the death of the cheap mother, if the cheap father was willing to protect his daughter, he would not go to the border alone, leaving his daughter in the mansion to be bullied. .It's also time for me to go back to the Marquis Mansion, to experience the ghosts, ghosts, ghosts and ghosts in the mansion.

The Yongding Marquis Mansion is very lively with lanterns and festoons.The servants were very busy, they heard that Master Hou was going back to Beijing, it would be such an honor to still win the battle.Mrs. Song has also recovered from her illness, and her old face turned into chrysanthemums with joy.Since the death of the princess, my son has been away for five years. When I forced my niece into the mansion, I didn't want to pull my natal family.But his son was separated from him.

Although the medicine in the wine was ordered by others, there is no man who has three wives and four concubines.What's wrong with having a few more aunts in the mansion? It's because they want to spread more branches and leaves for the Hou mansion.It's a pity that the dead daughter-in-law and the three aunts didn't live up to their expectations, and all the babies were girl movies, and none of them took a handle.Back then, the old man was not just a few aunts. After the old man died, he could do whatever he wanted.It's not me who has the last laugh.His younger brother is not up to date, and his natal family is almost defeated.

For so many years, the Zhuangzi and shops of the Hou Mansion have been supported by his distant nephew Song Qiang.Aunt Song, her niece, is in charge of the mansion.Or her mother's family is reliable.Well, when my son comes back, I should consider getting Aunt Song upright.If Aunt Song could have another son, she would close her eyes even if she died.The big girl who lives in Xishan Bieyuan, I don’t know if she is in better health. Anyway, she is also the blood of the Yongding Houfu. She should be married by the end of the year. It's time for a kiss.

I heard that the dead daughter-in-law of the princess and Princess Lian exchanged handkerchiefs, and it seems that they were married by the abdomen.It would be great if this marriage could be accomplished, and it would be a boost to the Hou Mansion.How can I say that Prince Lian is the younger brother of the current emperor, and he is highly regarded by the emperor.Prince Lian's son is a little romantic, but he looks like a tree like the wind, so if he is not romantic, he will be a waste of youth!If he becomes his grandson-in-law, hehe, his face is also bright, so he will be happy no matter what he thinks.

Aunt Song was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. When Master Hou came back, she guessed that she would not be far away from Fuzheng.It seemed that Madam Hou's seat was beckoning to him.Just in time, let the master work harder to find a way to make his Yu He marry Prince Lian's son as soon as possible.Then Mrs. Hou will be complete.Aunt Li and Aunt Lan were also overjoyed.Master Hou has finally returned to Beijing, and the hard days of the sisters are coming to an end.

Although Hou Ye was indifferent to the two sisters, he seemed to hate Aunt Song even more. If it wasn't for the old lady's face, he would have divorced Aunt Song long ago.The hateful Aunt Song always regards herself as Mrs. Hou, because she is the old lady's niece.Don't think they don't know that she hooked up with Song Qiang!What's so crazy, hum!What's more, the two sisters reached an agreement with Lord Hou, and Lord Hou also promised not to treat them and their two daughters badly.Let them out of the house when the time is right.

Marquis Yongding stood in front of his mansion on horseback, looked at the mansion he had left for five years, sighed silently, and said silently in his heart: "Fu'er, I'm back"!It's been five years, and I never saw my beloved wife of the princess again, standing at the door with a smile all over her face to welcome me back home.I can't forget that year when I returned to Beijing, I passed by Dengying Tower and looked up to see that slim and beautiful woman, the wife I identified, most of all, the gentle and kind woman who looked back and smiled, with all kinds of amorous feelings around her brows.

(End of this chapter)