Mrs. Cultivation Notes

Chapter 425 The sinister and cheerful eyes are still fresh in my memory

When Mrs. Yan heard this, she seemed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "You think I'm just for my son?

How could a bastard who killed his wife and son be the eldest son of the Yan family?The Yan family can't have such dirty things polluting the facade.

If Qingchen knew that his father was the murderer who killed his mother and poisoned him, how could you make him feel so embarrassed?

What would the world say about choreographing him?With the Yan family in the thirteen states, how else could he convince others? "

Xiao Nuan was speechless, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

Seeing that she hesitated, the old lady immediately spoke to persuade her.

"Things have already happened, no matter what, after all, Qingchen is still Hetu's own son. Besides, Lord Xiang is dead, and Hetu is already dead.

These things should be let go.

You don't want to see Qingchen suffer, do you?He had had enough hard times growing up! "

It was already dark, and the two were still talking in a low voice in the garden.

Not far away, a limping figure quietly walked away while the two were not paying attention.

Xiao Nuan walked on the long street, and the old lady's old and straightforward voice was heard.

"When He Tu was alive, he always scolded and treated him harshly for no reason.

On a cold and snowy day, let him kneel in the old ancestral hall, and kneel for a whole night.

Deliberately conniving second aunt's servants to bully him, and took his medicine for illness.

What others can see is the warmth and embrace of the father.All he can have is the back of He Tu holding Qing Huan."

Thinking of these pitiful things, with tears in my eyes, I wiped my tears while walking

"Brother Qingchen, what do you think I should do?"

Say it or not, I'm sorry for him.

It was already late when Xiaonuan returned to Xiaoyanglou.

The servants all went back separately, and only a small lamp was left in the living room, which was a little dim.

Dragging his tired body, he sat directly on the bed after changing his clothes.

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom was heard far away.

Xiaonuan mustered up her courage and thought she should speak.

Otherwise, it would be unfair to her mother-in-law who died in vain, and Brother Qingchen should also know what kind of father he is, who is not as good as a beast.

But I really waited until Yan Qingchen came out and met those cold eyes.

Xiao Nuan couldn't bear it anymore.

Yan Qingchen came out with wet hair that didn't drip, and saw her sad eyes with a perplexed expression on his face.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, "Come here!"

Xiaonuan was still conflicted in her heart, a little guilty and did not dare to raise her eyes.

Pass her the towel, "Dry my hair for me."

Xiaonuan breathed a sigh of relief.

She moved over, turned her back to him, and knelt on the bed to help him wipe his hair.

Moving his hands, he couldn't help but say, "Brother Qingchen."

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

Yan Qingchen hummed and waited for a long time but didn't hear her next words.

She had no choice but to turn her head to look at her. Xiaonuan was in tears and her face was a little heavy.

She couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

Seeing her red eyes, Yan Qingchen stretched out his hand and pinched her face, "Squeamish, can you be wronged by wiping your hair?"

In order not to be noticed by him, Xiaonuan had no choice but to follow the words, "My hands are sore! I want to eat boiled lamb!"

As she said that, she leaned on his shoulder, put her head on her shoulder, and hugged him tightly.

In the end, he was not willing to tell him the cruel truth.

There was some confusion in Yan Qingchen's eyes, and he reached out to pat her on the back, as if to comfort her.

He scolded softly, "Do you want to call your hands sour without moving a few times?"

But he picked her up and walked to the closet.

Xiao Nuan didn't understand, so, "What are you going to do?"

Yan Qingchen, "Don't you want to eat boiled mutton? If it's too late, you won't be able to catch up."

In the steaming copper pot, the long bony fingers held the chopsticks to cook the mutton for her.

Watching the bright red and thin slices of meat ripen in the boiling water.

Xiaonuan probed in a low voice, "Brother Qingchen, if one day I lie to you, will you be very angry?"

Yan Qingchen didn't raise his head, "How many lies have you told since childhood? You pretended to be sick when you were in school, pretended to have pain in your hands while writing, and pretended to cry when you were punished."

Speaking of her dark history, Yan Qingchen could easily write a few pages.

"No, I mean I have something to hide from you, it's very important!"

Xiao Nuan wanted to describe it, but she was afraid that if she said too much, he would find out something.

Yan Qingchen scooped up the meat and said seriously, "As long as you don't cuckold me, other things are not important."

When Xiao Nuan heard what he said, she didn't continue to struggle.

Shu Heng looked at Xiao Nuan, who was full of food and drink, walking briskly upstairs.

Standing at the door, hesitating to speak.

After thinking about it, I finally asked, "Second Master, have you asked the little madam?"

Yan Qingchen, "Xia Ruoyun secretly came to tell me this, why do you think?"

Shu Heng tentatively opened his mouth, "Ask for credit? And then easily drive a wedge between you and the little madam?"

"Things that you can see through, I can't see through?" There was arrogance and confidence in the words.

Shuheng was still hesitant to speak, turned his head and walked a few steps, but stopped again.

Looking back at Yan Qingchen's figure in the night, he turned and left.

He wasn't worried about Xia Ruoyun's insidious intentions, what he wanted to ask was how to solve Yan Hetu's matter?

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything, and went away dejectedly.

When Xiaonuan came out of the shower, she saw Yan Qingchen fiddled with incense beside her dressing table.

Xiao Nuan smelled the faint strawberry fragrance, "Did you change the incense?

After taking a sip carefully, "It still smells like strawberry!"

"I found someone to customize it for you!"

Yan Qingchen dripped a few drops of strawberry-flavored essential oil on the crystal stone, and conveniently put away the essential oil in the brown glass bottle.

It seemed that the incense smelled good, Xiao Nuan lay down not long after, and before Yan Qingchen came back from the study, she was already fast asleep.

Shu Heng left in a hurry, talking to Yan Qingchen while putting on his clothes.

"Little madam, do you want someone to watch over there!"

"No, I added some sedatives to the incense, so I can sleep until dawn."

Disappeared in the vastness of the moonlight.

In the Yan family cemetery, the small burial on the left belongs to the Yan family tree.

The one with the big hill on the right is buried with soldiers who died on the battlefield and no one offered incense.

Lin Sheng saw them coming and walked over quickly.

"My lord, I added some drugs to the wine of the tomb guards. Even if the tomb explodes, they won't be able to wake up."

Yan Qingchen rolled up his sleeves and walked inside, "Do it!"

Lin Sheng and Shu Heng made some simple hand-made explosives, which were not very powerful.

In an instant, the tomb was blown open, and the nanmu coffin was exposed after a rough digging.

Yan Qingchen picked up the small pot of gasoline beside him and poured it on the coffin.

Then he took out the lighter and stared at the coffin with a complicated expression.

Seeing that he didn't make a move, Lin Sheng hesitated, "Master, why don't I do it."

Although what Yan Hetu did was not as good as an animal, it was related to his blood.

Lin Sheng was worried that he would not be able to do so.

Yan Qingchen remembered Xia Ruoyun's words.

"The old lady told Miss Nuan herself that the old man was jealous and wronged. In order to make the second aunt too high-ranking, he poisoned your mother's anti-fetal medicine and planned to kill both of them."

All that came to mind was the scene of Yan Hetu holding Yan Qinghuan in his arms on a snowy day and watching him kneeling in the snow to be punished with cold eyes.

That sinister and carefree look in his eyes is still fresh in his memory.

(End of this chapter)