The man turned around and bowed respectfully: "Ms. Wen, I want to talk to you about something. Is that convenient?"
Wen Qingzhu nodded, and Lu Tao Xi'er withdrew.
Wan Hongyu bowed seriously: "Miss Wen, please give Mrs. Wan some advice."
"What's wrong with her?" Wen Qingzhu frowned slightly, recalling the incident where Wen Qingmei changed the topic yesterday.
"Mrs. Wan Shao gave birth to a daughter. In addition to Master Wan's misunderstanding, Mrs. Wan Shao's life is very difficult now. I asked her to beg you, even if she told Mrs. Wen, but she didn't say anything. She is pregnant now. ”
When it came to the last sentence, Wan Hongyu's tone was very certain.
Wen Qingzhu was shocked: "How do you know?"
When Wen Qingmei came over yesterday, she didn't notice it at all.
She only had one feeling: Wen Qingmei was very thin.
"Don't worry, I will see her today and take a good look at her." Wen Qingzhu promised Wan Hongyu.
He bowed to Wen Qingzhu again to thank him, and then pushed him aside.
After getting on the carriage, Lu Tao couldn't help but ask: "Miss, Mr. Wan likes Miss Twelve?"
"I feel a little regretful now. If I had known that Wan Hongyu would like her, I would never have married her to Wan Ze."
Wen Qingzhu sighed in his heart. If Wan Hongyu knew about this, there must be evidence.
Arrive at Uncle Wen’s house.
A carriage had stopped at the door. Looking at the style, Wen Qingzhu knew that Wen Qinglan had arrived.
After packing his things, Wen Qingzhu led people inside.
Just after passing through the front yard and reaching the middle hall, Wen Qinglan greeted her enthusiastically: "Seventh sister is back. Come in and sit down quickly. Father hasn't gotten up yet."
Wen Qingzhupi pushed her hand away with a smile: "Concubine Lan, you're welcome. According to etiquette, I should give you a courtesy."
"Sister, you are so polite. What are you doing to a family like this?" Wen Qinglan still patiently kept her temper close.
Unfortunately, Wen Qingzhu was lukewarm, which made Wen Qinglan feel a little anxious.
After a while, Wen Qingmei also came back.
It was Xiaoxing who carefully helped her in.
Seeing this scene, Wen Qinglan asked meaningfully: "Is the twelfth sister pregnant? Why are you so cautious?"
Wen Qingmei's face stiffened, and she immediately pushed Xiao Xing's hand away, and reluctantly explained: "It would be fine if I were pregnant, but my daughter was sick a few days ago, so I spent some time on it, and now my body can't bear it."
"Really? If you don't let Seventh Sister check her pulse, her medical skills will be much better." Wen Qinglan was very doubtful. Is Wen Qingmei pregnant
As soon as these words came out, Wen Qingmei immediately refused: "Why bother Sister Seven, I know my body very well. I also learned a few things from Sister Seven back then. I still know whether I am pregnant or not."
Wen Qinglan was bored and said nothing more.
After sitting for a while, Yueniang came out. She looked unhappy.
As soon as she came out, Wen Qinglan seemed to be making excuses to leave.
But Yueniang laughed: "Does Qinglan not like me? Will she run away when she sees me?"
Wen Qinglan had no choice but to turn around: "Mom is joking, how could I not like my mother? It's just that Ming Qian hasn't come to this point yet, so I'm a little worried."
"Don't worry, Mingqian just felt cold and is resting in bed." Yueniang explained lightly.
As soon as he said this, Wen Qinglan's expression immediately changed and she asked Yueniang: "What did you do to Ming Qian!"
"What Qinglan said, I am his mother, how could I do anything to him?" Yueniang still had a gentle and pleasant smile.
But Wen Qinglan looked at it with a chill in her heart.
Sure enough, this bitch Yueniang will not let Ming Qian go!
Thinking of this, Wen Qinglan suddenly asked: "Why has my father's illness never recovered?"
"It's just not getting better. I already got rid of the previous marriage partner. From now on, Qinglan should not let just anyone go to your father's side. His body can't withstand the torture. After all, he is old."
Wen Qinglan's heart sank. Now Yueniang knew that the roommate was hers.
It seems that if he straightened her up, it would be more detrimental to him.
With Wen Qinglan present, it was very difficult to eat this meal.
Fortunately, Wen Qinglan was anxious to see Wen Mingqian's condition and left after a while.
As soon as she left, the atmosphere immediately relaxed.
Yueniang first said hello to Wen Qingzhu, and then asked about Wen Qingmei's condition: "Why are you so thin? When I saw you last time, you said you were worried about Nannan. Now that Nannan's illness has healed, why are you still the same? So thin?"
"Mom, I'm fine. Don't you think I'm fine?" Wen Qingmei tried her best to smile, but she couldn't help it.
Wen Qingzhu, who was sitting next to him, did not speak, but allowed the mother and daughter to talk.
"It's so good! As soon as our daughter was born, Mrs. Wan and Mrs. Wan tried their best to put people in Wanze's room. Don't think I don't know!" Yueniang felt very distressed, but as a woman, she couldn't say anything.
Wen Qingmei was very embarrassed: "Mom! Why are you talking about this in front of Seventh Sister? We women are not all like this. It's a pity that this time it's my daughter, so I have nothing to say."
"Then Wanze is still going to your room?" Yueniang asked cautiously.
In an instant, Wen Qingmei's face froze and she couldn't laugh no matter how hard she smiled, but she still said: "Let's go, mother! Don't worry, I can't control the Wan family, but I still have the final say in my yard."
"No, you're not telling the truth at all!" Yueniang immediately took Wen Qingmei's hand and asked her to stand up and take a look.
As a result, Yueniang stood up first. Before Wen Qingmei could stand up, her sleeve slipped, revealing the scar on her wrist.
"Mei'er!" Yueniang was stunned.
Wen Qingzhu narrowed his eyes instantly. Why are there still scars
Yueniang immediately pulled up both of Wen Qingmei's sleeves. As a result, both arms were covered with old and new scars.
"What the hell is going on!" Yueniang's voice became sharp, "Wanze actually beats people!"
Yueniang's tears immediately fell. Although she was an aunt, no matter how unhappy Wen Shuquan was, she would not hit anyone.
Wen Qingzhu also stood up, walked up to Wen Qingmei, clasped her wrist directly, felt for her pulse, and frowned instantly: "Are you really pregnant?"
"Seventh sister..." Wen Qingmei's tears immediately flowed out, "I also wanted to keep this child, but I was forced by my grandmother to drink a bowl of frost on the ground, and this child was saved..."
As she spoke, Wen Qingmei's tears fell slowly.
She said twitchingly: "I don't want you to know, even if I want to prevent you from worrying and disappoint you, if the Wan family knows that this child cannot be saved, they will definitely give it to my husband and aunt Na!"
"Mei'er!" Yueniang cried loudly.
Wen Qingzhu felt a little uncomfortable and looked at Wen Qingmei's injuries: "Then what's going on with these wounds on your body?"
"The last few times, my husband has been coming back drunk, and sometimes he loses his sense of proportion when it comes to sex." Although Wen Qingmei said this, neither Yueniang nor Wen Qingzhu believed it.
Suddenly there was a cat meowing outside the door. Wen Qingzhu looked back and his eyes became solemn.
Soon, Xi'er chased him out and came back.
"It's Concubine Lan."
Wen Qingzhu frowned and looked back at Wen Qingmei: "Go back immediately and tell the Wan family about your pregnancy. Besides, why would Mrs. Wan force you to drink a strong drink like Ground Shuang?"
"Concubine Wen came that day." Wen Qingmei hated it very much, but she had no choice. Who said that the Wan family was inferior to Prince Huai's palace.
Even though Prince Huai's Mansion does not have much power now, the emperor and the Zheng family always stand behind Prince Huai.
Wen Qingzhu frowned: "What did she go to Wan's house for?"
Wen Qingmei turned around and told Xiao Xing to bring a brocade box over.
When I opened it, I saw a purple jade Ruyi inside.
"This is what Concubine Wen sent here, saying that she wants to cooperate with the Wan family. The Wan family has another jade mine on the outskirts of the capital. I think the Huai Palace may not have enough money."
Wen Qingzhu nodded, but he had other plans in his heart. I'm afraid it wasn't that Prince Huai's palace didn't have enough money, but that Prince Huai still wanted to stand up.
When leaving, Wen Qingzhu talked to Yueniang alone.
"Yue Niang, Uncle Wen can die if necessary, but not yet."
Yueniang looked at her in shock and opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
Wen Qingzhu smiled bitterly: "Uncle Xue has done too many things for my grandfather. If he really likes you, compared to Wen Shuquan, of course I will help him."
"But, but this isn't..." Yueniang was still a little scared. She just wanted to control Wen Shuquan, but she never wanted to harm anyone.
Thinking of Yueniang's incident, Wen Qingzhu said another thing about Wen Qingmei: "There is also Qingmei. If she and Wan Ze still have room for return, I will leave it alone. If Wan Ze is still so bad, I can help her and Wan Ze. Leave."
"He...heli!" Yueniang was stunned. She couldn't even think about it.
But Wen Qingzhu sneered: "So what if Wan Ze is still the same Wan Ze as before, I can still help the Wan family, but now that Wan Ze has changed, and the Wan family still tries to get involved with King Huai, then Never mind that I’m rude.”
"Okay." Yueniang was still very shocked. Even though her daughter was in a miserable situation, she never thought about reconciliation.
Wen Qingzhu knew that this matter was too deviant for Yueniang, but she really couldn't bear to see Wen Qingmei go on like this.
In the past, she had always purely used Wen Qingmei, but then Wen Qingmei gradually changed for the better.
People's hearts are made of flesh, and Wen Qingzhu gradually regarded her as his sister.
The next day, Jasmine sent news that Wen Qingfang quietly went to Wan's house again.
Wen Qingzhu sneered: "It seems I have to go to the palace too."
On the same day, Wen Qingzhu handed a post to He Wenru.
The next day, when Wen Qingzhu arrived at the palace gate, he encountered a carriage smelling of incense.
Waiting in line for inspection, Wen Qingzhu accidentally glanced and heard Huixin's voice.
Wen Qingzhu immediately got out of the car and walked to the front.
He caught a glimpse of Hui Xin sitting in the car.
Huixin also saw her and clasped her hands together: "Amitabha, donor, we meet again."
"May I ask Master Huixin who he is going to see?" Wen Qingzhu immediately thought of this level. Generally, monks from Fengguo Temple are not allowed to enter the palace without being summoned.
"The poor monk went to His Highness King Jing to pray for blessings and chant sutras." Huixin answered this sentence calmly.
Just when Wen Qingzhu was about to say something, he suddenly felt a cold gaze coming from behind.
She looked back but saw nothing.
Instead, Hui Xin, who was in the car, sighed, and then said, "The poor monk will leave first."
Wen Qingzhu watched him enter the palace and looked back again at the direction where his eyes came from.
Could it be Wen Qingxin
Has she not given up yet
After entering the palace, Wen Qingzhu met Huixin again in Qingning Palace.
But this time, He Wenru was by his side, kneeling and chanting together.
He only got up when he heard Wen Qingzhu coming.
"Qingzhu, you're here."
Wen Qingzhu glanced at the main hall filled with paper cranes and lotus lanterns, and couldn't help but ask her: "Who suggested chanting sutras and praying for blessings?"