The Seventh Bride of President

Zhuang Xiaoyu wanted to secretly look through the documents placed in Zhuang Qingyun's study, but unexpectedly, he entered the front yard and was stopped by the pro guard with a knife as soon as he stepped into the arch gate of the courtyard: "madam, young master Qingyun said that no one is allowed to go near the study except the acting priest..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu paused: "I can't either?"

She is the head mother of the priest's house. She can go anywhere. Even the Deacon's hall can go in and out unhindered. Why can't Zhuang Qingyun's courtyard come?

What's more, this yard used to be brother's yard. She has never been restricted.

It's impossible not to be angry. Zhuang Xiaoyu is a little angry.

Pro Wei was embarrassed, but he still blocked Zhuang Xiaoyu outside the hospital: "madam, this is the small courtyard where young master Qingyun works. There are all important official documents in it. There is really nothing that madam wants.

In addition to the important office space, the whole courtyard and other places, my wife can stroll as she wants. Please don't embarrass the humble officials. "

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "

Zhuang Xiaoyu was afraid to arouse Zhuang Qingyun's suspicion, and had no intention to embarrass these pro guards. She had to say, "my wife has nothing to do, but I thought this courtyard used to belong to my brother. Although my brother didn't know big words, he likes to collect some antique jade articles. I want to go in and find a jade bottle

Since I can't enter, I won't enter. When young master Qingyun comes back, you tell him that if there is, let him send someone to my yard... "

The guard should go.

Zhuang Xiaoyu returned to the courtyard and went into the bedroom to see the broken jade. The nursing mother still stayed by the bed. When she saw Zhuang Xiaoyu coming back, she shook her head and looked sad.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's heart sank a little. Seeing the cooled soup on the table, he waved to the nursing mother.

The nurse came to Zhuang Xiaoyu and lowered her voice: "as soon as she closed her eyes, she began to have nightmares. The child... Poor... The soup didn't have time to eat. Her voice was hoarse..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu felt exhausted and said to the nurse, "go and have a rest first. I'll guard her."

Zhuang Xiaoyu went to the bed, threw some soothing incense into the censer, lay on the bed, held the broken jade hand and closed her eyes.

When I woke up, it was evening.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers still held on to the broken jade and looked sideways. However, he saw the broken jade looking at the top of the tent with open eyes, and the tears fell silently down the corners of his eyes.

Zhuang Xiaoyu felt a pain in his heart: "jade is broken."

Yusha turned her head and looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Miss, you're worried."

"What silly words you said." Zhuang Xiaoyu hugged her: "as long as you are good."

"All right?" Yusha was pale and sarcastically pulled her lips. Her voice was completely hoarse. It took a lot of effort to speak, and she could hear it clearly only when she was close.

Yushatian looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu with pity on his face: "Miss, do you think my uncle is good to you?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "

Zhuang Xiaoyu's heart smothered for a moment, and his breathing suddenly became sluggish.

The jade fragment didn't seem to see it, and continued: "there are rumors all over the house that min Huizhu and her uncle exchange music and live in secret. The details are depicted with nose and eyes.

The night before I left the house, I overheard what Ma Mian and Mrs. Xu said in the kitchen. I was angry and thought my uncle could not be like that.

But I was worried that it was true, so I wanted to find out for myself... "