"I remember that the third sister should discuss kissing, right? She's not too young anymore."
An Changqing looked at the half-sister who was four years younger than him, and there was no warmth in her eyes. He still remembered how An Xiange, who was still an innocent little baby, giggled and pushed An Xianyu, who was one year older than her, into the lake in the winter when he was ten years old. Like him, An Xianyu was bullied since childhood and developed a timid and weak temper. Because of not eating well, she looked thinner and weaker than the younger An Xiange. An Xiange didn't even need too much effort, and pushed An Xianyu, who was like a kitten, into the lake. An Changqing happened to pass by at that time. Although he jumped down and rescued An Xianyu, he drowned and suffered a serious illness, and since then he has suffered from chills.
On the contrary, An Xiange, An Zhike used a sentence of being young and ignorant, and let it go.
An Changqing lowered his eyes and smiled sarcastically, but was not ready to swallow any more. After reliving the whole life, I can't still be a soft dough that anyone can knead and flatten.
"If you are married to your husband's family and still talk so lightly, I'm afraid that you will implicate your husband's family on charges of disrespecting the royal family." Prime Minister Ye, should you know the principles of 'don't say anything inappropriate' and 'involve your family'?"
Looking at the ugly faces of everyone in the An family, An Changqing picked up the tea and took a sip: "Although it is a family, but there is a difference in honor and inferiority, even if I don't care, but the lord has always followed the rules, if you let him know, I'm afraid to be angry."
"My lord's temper... I think everyone knows it." An Changqing looked at An Xiange with a pale face, and said with a light smile, "If the lord wants to punish him in a fit of rage, I wouldn't dare to stop it, third sister. Say yes?"
An Xiange looked at him in disbelief, and wanted to argue something unconvinced, but was pinched by Mrs. Liu next to her, pouting her handkerchief to the point of tearing her handkerchief, so she reluctantly said: " The princess is right, but Ge'er is wrong."
An Changqing nodded slightly and ignored her. She turned her head and called An Xianyu to speak - only An Xianyu was present today, and her biological mother, Concubine Yu, did not come out in the backyard.
According to the rules, Auntie may come or not, but Auntie Yu is An Changqing's biological mother. But no one in the An Mansion took him seriously, so Concubine Yu naturally didn't show up, and only her sister An Xianyu sat at the end.
An Xianyu was still similar to what she remembered, quiet and shy, although she was not bad looking, she always lowered her head and didn't dare to speak loudly. An Changqing sighed secretly, touched her head distressedly, and asked about her studies.
The An family has a century-old family of poetry and books, and the daughters of the An family have been taking classes in family studies before they get married, taught by the female husband. An Xianyu is quiet by nature, her only hobby is reading and writing, and she has done a good job in learning.
However, this time An Xianyu lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I... I didn't go to the clan school."
An Xiange finally found a problem next to her, laughed loudly, and said, "An Xianyu cheated in the quiz and was kicked out by her husband." She smiled meaningfully: "It really isn't a family. Don't enter the house."
She said that An Changqing was once driven out by the master from the clan. The Ann family credits male and female studies. There is only a wall on both sides. The masters of the men's school are all famous scholars, who specialize in teaching Bagu articles to prepare for the imperial examinations in the future.
Although An Changqing also loves to read, he reads miscellaneous books on medical and water conservancy. I don't study very well on eight-part essays. In addition to his background, the master of the clan has always looked down on him. Later, he was framed by An Changduan for having a private meeting with a female student, and his conduct was not good. The master did not wait for him to argue, and then expelled him from the clan.
An Zhike also knew about this and had verified it. It's just that between the second son who is smart and lovable and the third son who hates, he chose to preserve the reputation of the second son. An Changqing was completely cold to him from that time.
An Changqing glanced at An Zhike and An Changduan, with a smile that was not a smile: "I think what the third sister said is very reasonable, what do father and second brother think?"
The expressions of the two changed slightly.
An Xiangguo has been in the court for decades, and he has probably never been questioned like this, not to mention that the person who questioned him was a shy son who had never taken it seriously. He was slightly angry with his mocking eyes, but it was not easy to attack. An Zhike could only spread his anger on An Xiange.
"Where did you learn the rules? If you don't learn well, then come out and meet people!" He said seriously, An Xiange has been spoiled since he was a child, and he has never been reprimanded in public like this before. Turning red, she didn't think she was wrong, she just stared at An Changqing angrily, daring not to say anything.
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An Changqing didn't say anything to dissuade her as if she was watching a monkey show, but only pulled An Xianyu to speak.
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He was given two dismounts in succession. Everyone in the An family finally realized that the unfavored son-in-law in the past has hard wings, and he can't be bullied at will like before. Even the timid An Xianyu was guarded by An Changqing, unable to say a single heavy word.
After sitting in the flower hall for a while, it was time for lunch. An Changqing still sat on the seat, the old lady sitting next to his left stretched her face, leaned heavily on the crutches, and said yin and yang strangely: "Changqing is older, and he is more capable."
An Changqing lowered her eyes and replied calmly: "After so many years in this mansion, I listen and watch every day, and I have to learn something, otherwise my grandmother might not be able to see her grandson sitting here."
The old lady's face sank, but she stopped talking. After all, she wasn't blind, and it was impossible for her to not know the situation of An Changqing's mother and son in the mansion over the years. It's just that the old lady was partial, and she didn't look down on Yu, so she just let it go and pretended not to know.
Just as the maid started serving dishes, she stopped talking and started to eat.
After dinner, after sitting for a while, An Changqing proposed to go to the backyard to visit her biological mother, Concubine Yu. An Zhike was upset when he saw him at this moment, and only said that Concubine Yu was resting in the backyard with her ill health, and asked Mrs. Li to accompany him to the backyard, then rolled her sleeves and went to the study in the front yard.
When An Changqing heard that her mother was ill, she was a little anxious, and she did not ask Li to accompany her, so she hurried to the backyard with someone.
Their mother and son lived in Lanhong Garden, which was the most remote courtyard in the northeast corner of the Xiangfu's residence. The roads were winding and winding, and it was neglected in winter, which made it look a bit desolate. An Changqing has been apart for many years, but he has never forgotten this road. He strode forward eagerly, only to be stopped at the turn.
"Third brother is really majestic today." The person who spoke was half leaning on the tree, looking at An Changqing up and down with a pair of hanging eyes, like a sinister snake, the snake letter licked his skin inch by inch.
An Changqing paused and looked at him with disgust and alertness: "What are you doing here?"
"Of course I'm waiting to meet my good cousin. My cousin turned away when he became a princess, and even my cousin didn't want to shout?" An Changqi sneered and stood up straight: "You didn't dare to do this before. ."
An Changqing straightened her back, her expression was calm, but her body was secretly tense, and she relaxed a little when she caught sight of Zhao Shi, the tall man behind him, this is the person Xiao Zhige specially reserved for him: "This time Different from the past, people will always change.”
An Chang Qi snorted: "It seems that you have served King Bei Zhan well? What? I heard that King Bei Zhan likes to play tricks, can you bear it?"
His words were blatant and unpleasant. Seeing that An Changqing's face was pale, but his eyebrows became more beautiful, he couldn't help but took another step forward and reached out to touch his face, but his fingers hadn't touched his cheek yet, between his neck and neck. He reached an icy long knife, and the tall and tall Zhao Shi protected An Changqing behind him, looked at An Changqi with a bad look, and warned in a cold voice: "The lord has orders, and those who are disrespectful to the princess will be killed. amnesty!"
"Yo, it's only been a few days since you learned how to fight a dog?" An Changqi's face was slightly distorted, and his eyes flashed with a cold light: "The third brother has really developed a lot of skills..."
"Zhao Shi, do it!" Before he could continue to say some foul language, An Changqing gave the order directly.
Hearing that, Zhao Shi exerted force on his arm, and the knife that had been placed on his neck did not hesitate to send a three-pointer forward.
An Changqi froze for a while, and touched his neck in disbelief, and saw that his hands were covered in blood.
His eyes widened, his face twisted for a while, he looked at An Changqing hideously, gritted his teeth and said, "Little bitch! How dare you!"
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With An Changqing in mind, Xiao Zhige completed the military exercise in the military camp in the morning, so he rode his horse back to the prime minister's residence. An Zhike, who heard the news, came to greet him in person. Hearing that he wanted to find An Changqing, he looked slightly surprised: "The princess went to the backyard to see Concubine Yu."
"I'll go look for him." Xiao Zhige said, "Lead the way ahead."
Of course, his commanding attitude made An Zhike look ugly, but he didn't dare to defy it and took him to the backyard.
Unexpectedly, just halfway through the road, a male voice was heard mockingly from a distance: "It seems that you have served King Bei Zhan well? What? I heard that King Bei Zhan likes to play tricks, can you bear it?"
An Zhike's expression changed, and he was about to shout, but was stopped by Xiao Zhige raising his hand.
Xiao Zhige's face was ashen, and the steps he took were full of killing intent.
The person who was speaking was still trying to die, and said, "Yo, I've learned how to fight people in just a few days... The third brother has really grown a lot..."
Xiao Zhige's figure disappeared around the corner, An Zhike was thinking about how to make this happen when he heard a tragic cry.
This painful cry was unusually familiar, An Zhike was startled, and suddenly remembered that the owner of this voice turned out to be An Changqi, the nephew of the second room. He hurried to catch up, only to see Xiao Zhige holding An Changqing in his arms with one hand and whispering something. The other hand, which was empty, was holding an urgin gun, the tip of which was stained with blood. In the dead grass not far from the two, An Changqi was holding a severed hand, rolling and screaming tragically.
An Zhike knew that this could not be good.
However, anyone who speaks unkindly to An Changqing today is not An Changqi, but anyone who is not related by blood. But it is An Changqi.
An Changqi is the only child of the second house. Although his second brother, An Zhishou, did not pursue an official career, he was good at business, and the wife he married was also the jewel in the palm of a big businessman in Xuchang County. Over the years, the Yue family has done a lot of business. And although An Zhike was the eldest son of the eldest son, he was named Marquis of Jingguo, and the official worshipped the prime minister. However, the salary cannot support the expenses and human relations of a large family. All these years, the second house has been contributing money.
Therefore, although An Changqi was addicted to being extravagant, he was still kind to this nephew.
But now An Changqi actually had nasty thoughts on his cousin, and even let the King of the Northern War break through on the spot. Don't say that An Zhike will smooth this matter, it is difficult to save An Changqi's life.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, An Zhike glanced at the third son, who was half-blocked by Xiao Zhige, with a cold expression, he bowed to Xiao Zhige to the end: "My lord, forgive me, Changqing and Changqi have grown up since childhood. His feelings are cautious, and his words are vulgar in jokes. It is not disrespectful to the prince. Please forgive him once, and I will discipline him well in the future, so that he will not be silent!"
An Xiangguo is eloquent, and black can be said white. It was clearly An Changqi who had a dirty mind and molested An Changqing. When it came to his mouth, it became a joke among brothers.
He looked at An Changqing, and his voice was deliberately slowed down to reveal the majesty of a superior: "Changqing, you know your cousin's temperament. He took care of you the most when he was young. You can't bear to ruin your cousin's life just because of a joke, right?"
An Changqing's body trembled, and her face emerged from Xiao Zhige's arms. Her face was pale and her eyes were dark and dull: "Father wants me to let him go?"
An Zhike's face twitched, but his voice was persuasive: "Chang Qi treats you well."
"So you all know?" An Changqing laughed abruptly, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with hatred, and even his teeth clucked: "So you already knew!"