The nights in early April were colder than the days, and the candles were flickering.
Jiang Ningbao sat in front of the bronze mirror, looked at the beautiful woman reflected in the bronze mirror, picked up a mahogany comb and combed her black waist-length hair one after another.
Parents came back safely, the smile on her mouth has not broken.
Suddenly, a tall and tall figure appeared behind her, with a breath of freshness after bathing, took the mahogany comb from her hand, and gently combed Jiang Ningbao's soft hair.
"Ningbao, Xie Qigang said one thing. Concubine Qin is giving birth, and the situation is very dangerous." Duke Ding passed through Jiang Ningbao's hair with his big hand, and said softly.
Jiang Ningbao turned her head to meet Lord Shangding's deep eyes in surprise: "Did Yang Shuqing make a move?"
"Well, the King of Qin knew it too, and helped her sweep the tail." Ding Guogong put down the mahogany comb in his hand, and when Ningbao was shocked, he suddenly picked her up and strode towards the carved bed to pick her up. Put it on the bed, then go to bed and hug her.
Jiang Ningbao nestled in Ding Guogong's hard and strong chest, and the tip of her nose was full of masculine breath.
"Prince Qin is crazy. Concubine Qin is pregnant with his child. A tiger does not eat its own child. He is indirectly murdering his own child." Her voice was faintly filled with excitement and anger.
King Qin, this scumbag!
Duke Ding said indifferently: "The child should be born safely, but Princess Qin may be demothered to keep the child."
Jiang Ningbao froze, and a chill suddenly surged in her heart. Princess Qin was able to conceive safely in October, and her wrist methods were still very high.
She didn't believe that Princess Qin didn't make all the preparations when she gave birth, but she couldn't stand the fact that there were two people who wanted her dead, one was the heroine, and the other was her bedside man, King Qin.
Before Yang Shuqing's luck was exhausted, Princess Qin's small supporting role would of course be cannon fodder.
"Women have to go through hell to give birth. Not only do they have to be fully prepared, but they also have to guard against others. It's not easy to be a woman."
Especially when the people next to her pillow are unreliable, Jiang Ningbao couldn't help sighing that it was more difficult for women from wealthy families in ancient times to have children than modern women.
All kinds of intrigue.
"Yang Shuqing's fake pregnancy, if Princess Qin is gone, King Qin's heart is on Yang Shuqing, who will expose her at that time, I think now, even if the truth is revealed, King Qin probably won't care, Qian Rong is pregnant with his heir, said Maybe it will help Yang Shuqing hide it."
The more Jiang Ningbao said, the more she frowned.
"It's possible."
In the candlelight, Duke Ding's dark and handsome face was reflected, and he said in a low voice: "Ning Bao, Concubine Yang is a bit weird, I once sent my personal guards to kill her, and she can save herself from danger every time. My bodyguard was almost injured and exposed."
Originally Duke Ding didn't want to say this, but this Yang Shuqing is different, she has been secretly murdering Ningbao, and now that Marquis Anyuan has severed her father-daughter relationship, it is a good time to do it.
Unexpectedly, he missed again and again.
"I went to Qingshui Temple in the afternoon. The eminent monk said that Concubine Yang has great luck. Although the current luck has faded a lot, she should not die."
"Be careful when you meet her in the future, she is not simple."
Duke Ding's words couldn't conceal the worry that Concubine Yang's hatred for Ningbao was very great. This was a great hidden danger, but it couldn't be eradicated now, it could only be guarded against.
Jiang Ningbao was shocked. She didn't expect that before she knew it, Ding Guogong had already killed the heroine several times, but failed. This is not difficult to understand.
Yang Shuqing is the heroine.
She is not a short-lived ghost, her life is very hard, Yang Shuqing has confronted her a few times, and she actually has the upper hand, so it is not easy for Yang Shuqing to deal with her.
"Master, don't worry, my life can't be taken away by anyone, neither can Yang Shuqing. Every time I meet her, I have never suffered a loss. If you don't believe me, ask the eminent monk." Jiang Ningbao held her little hand tightly. Duke Ding's big hand raised his head with a mysterious smile.
Duke Dingguo's eyebrows twitched, he recalled the intersection of Ningbao and Concubine Yang, it was true, and a trace of surprise rarely appeared on his handsome face.
Now he felt a little relieved.
He glanced at the hourglass in the room, and saw that it was getting late, Duke Ding directly pressed him under him... A hot and lingering night, the lingering indescribable.
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The next day, the sky was bright and clear, the spring was beautiful, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.
Dingguogong sent Jiang Ningbao and the two little guys to Jiangfu, and then went to Daying in the western suburbs. Now Dingguogong has handed over most of the government affairs to Emperor Qianyuan, which is much easier than before and has more time.
Eldest brother Jiang Jin is also going to the Hanlin Academy, and there are only two masters left in the huge Jiang Mansion, Jiang Nanhua and the Yang family.
Jiang Ningbao came here with two little guys and a group of guards. Both of them were very happy. They didn't have a chance to hug their two grandchildren yesterday, but they must hug them well today.
In the courtyard full of flowers, the soft sunlight flooded the entire yard. In the center of the yard were placed several low couches and square tables with tea and snacks. On the couch, the father and mother were holding a baby and teasing them cheerfully.
The little guy couldn't help teasing, crying loudly from time to time, and the parents coaxed them distressedly.
Jiang Ningbao looked at this scene with a smile, feeling very warm.
At this time, the servants of the mansion rushed to report: "Master, madam, the old lady of the Jiang family is here."
Jiang Ningbao smiled, and Mrs. Jiang actually came. She just heard from her parents that she had visited Mrs. Jiang in person yesterday. She came here today, maybe she has something to ask for.
Apparently Jiang Ningbao wasn't the only one thinking this way, Jiang Nanhua and Yang Shi looked at each other, and felt that the old lady's intention was not simple. Jiang Nanhua glanced at his daughter, and had a vague guess in his heart.
"Ningbao, do you want to avoid it for a while, your grandmother will probably make a rather excessive request later."
Jiang Ningbao shook her head: "No, I also want to know why grandma is here."
There was a trace of worry in Yang's eyes, she put the little guy in her arms on the low couch, thinking of the unpleasant meeting yesterday, she looked prepared.
Jiang Ningbao: "..."
Jiang Nanhua: "..."
After about a cup of tea, Mrs. Jiang came down to the courtyard with the help of Hongxing's maidservant. When she saw that besides her second son and his wife, there were four maids in the courtyard, a dark light flashed in her eyes.
"Grandma, sit here."
"This is the latest spring tea this year, drink it and see."
Jiang Ningbao got up to welcome Mrs. Jiang over, and poured the tea herself. As a junior, the etiquette was not bad at all. Jiang Nanhua and Yang nodded in satisfaction.
Their daughter is the best.
Mrs. Jiang glanced at the two fat and white guys on the soft couch with complicated expressions, and then at Mrs. Yang who disliked her, sat down unhurriedly, took a sip of the tea poured by the four girls, It was indeed good tea, and she hadn't had this kind of good tea for a long time.
"Mother, why did you come here in person?" Jiang Nanhua was still used to calling Mrs. Jiang's mother. After all, he had been calling for decades, and he couldn't get out when he called his aunt.
"Nanhua, it's not easy to say this in public. You should send the servants here first." Mrs. Jiang glanced at the servants and nanny around her, and said while fiddling with the prayer beads.
Yang's heart tightened, Jiang Nanhua secretly smiled wryly, finally came, if he guessed correctly, mother might really be asking for a lot this time, so he waved the servants in the yard to leave.
Hong Xing was also sent down by Mrs. Jiang.
Jiang Ningbao sat there with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and calmly sipped her tea. She vaguely guessed the purpose of Mrs. Jiang's visit, and was weighing it in her heart.
Only Mrs. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang Nanhua and Jiang Ningbao were left in the whole yard.
The atmosphere froze slightly.
"Nanhua, back then I took great risks to give you a clean background and a rich and safe life. Dongming was indeed sorry for you and even killed you. Afterwards, I found out that after he shot you and Yang, I kept silent."
Mrs. Jiang took a sip of her tea, and took a deep look at Jiang Nanhua. She didn't get into the subject directly, and talked about the past instead of telling her why she came.
"People are biased. You are my nephew, my sister's only flesh and blood, but Dongming is my own son, the only son. The Changning Mansion belongs to him. You earned a huge family fortune for the Bo Mansion. , I am very grateful to you, but I will definitely not let my own son die for you."
Mrs. Jiang's words were very clear and cold.
She was indeed eccentric, and she did not deny Jiang Nanhua's sacrifices, but her own is always her own, and she treated Jiang Nanhua well, and gave him a good background and a good life.
Jiang Nanhua looked solemn, and said gratefully: "My son thanked mother, mother's great kindness, son will never forget it."
Yang Shi pursed her lips and remained silent.
Jiang Ningbao sighed in her heart. To be honest, the Jiang family was already very kind to her father. She knew since she was a child that the old lady didn't like the second wife, but only for her, her mother and her elder brother.
Without Mrs. Jiang, my father might not have survived under the circumstances.
"But, because of you, my son's title is gone." Mrs. Jiang's voice suddenly became cold, and there was a lot of resentment.
At the time when the old uncle doted on his concubine and killed his wife, she had to raise not only her own son, but also her younger sister's son. She didn't want to recall the hardships involved. The fight in the backyard was very cruel, but in the end her younger sister's son made her The son lost his title and official status.
Even if her son was the first to kill, but the hereditary title was gone, the old lady still felt resentful. She hated Jiang Nanhua's family, the dead Zhang family, and herself.
"It was my fault!"
Jiang Nanhua didn't make excuses, nor did he vent his anger at Mrs. Jiang. Without him, the elder brother would be the only legitimate son of the Changningbo Mansion, and there would be no incident of the elder brother colluding with bandits to murder him, nor would he be deprived of his title.
Mrs. Jiang's face softened slightly, and she looked at the father and daughter Jiang Nanhua and Jiang Ningbao with serious eyes.
"Smart people don't speak dark words, and I don't go around in circles."
"Reverse the case for your elder brother, deny his crime of colluding with gangsters to kill, and restore your elder brother's title."