Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress

  Chapter 554 Kinship? Do you think I care?

  After the righteous Teng Tianhan left, Mrs. An returned to the main room. Mrs. An saw him coming back, stood up, and let the mother beside her go down.

   "Yunya is gone?"

  Master An kicked off the clogs on his feet, sat on the arhat bed carved with five blessings holding longevity, and said: "Let's go, this kid has given me a problem."

   "What's the matter?" Mrs. An handed over a cup of tea and sat on the other side of the kang table.

  Master An showed a helpless wry smile, and told about Qin Liuxi's life experience.

Mrs. An exclaimed: "It's Qin Yuanshan's granddaughter. This is terrible. The saint hates Qin Yuanshan. I went to pay my respects to the empress a while ago, and I heard that the saint still has a heart about the sacrificial event last year. "

"So it's a trouble. The saint valued this sacrifice, but something went wrong. It's no wonder that Qin Yuanshan was sent to exile. If Concubine Meng hadn't given birth to a little prince last year, and if he wanted to accumulate blessings for him, all the female relatives would have to follow him. " Mr. An said: "And Teng Yunya wants to overturn this case and get Qin Yuanshan and the others back."

   "Could it be that this priest was really framed?" Mrs. An was a little curious.

  Master An snorted: "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, if it's true, it's because his skills are inferior to others, it's fate. In this officialdom, among political opponents, there are few such things?"

  As the saying goes, where there are rivers and lakes, there are fights, and the same is true in officialdom. There are many disputes in this deep sea that thousands of students yearn for.

  Qin Yuanshan is just a victim of faction fighting, he was never the only one, nor will he be the last.

   Falling into this fate can only be said to be fate, because my methods are not as clever as the opponent, and I fell into the trap headlong and lost.

   And he is not the most wronged one. Think about the battle for reserves, which side loses, and whoever presses the wrong treasure loses his head.

   "What do you think? Speaking of which, our An family has indeed accepted the great favor of the young master." Mrs. An said.

  Master An: "He has the ability to find out, just look into it, as long as he doesn't wrong someone, I don't care what he does, and finding out the truth is the duty of Dali Temple."

   Mrs. An understands, this is the promise to give him convenience.

  Master An said again: "How is Yi'er?"

   "I slept very deeply, and I'm still drooling." Mrs. An said angrily, "This brat has scared us so badly. When he wakes up, he must be beaten and taught a lesson."

Mr. An said with a dark face: "He is just spoiled by you. He hangs out with those little dudes all day long, and almost brought disaster to the family. Fortunately, there is no danger. His temperament needs to be restrained." , go back and send him to Peking University to suppress his temper, so as not to cause trouble next time, it’s not always such good luck.”

   Mrs. An felt a little distressed when she heard the words, and said: "Beidaying is too hard. We also have Baojiaxian in our family, so we won't attract some dirty things."

Mrs. An scolded: "A loving mother is a loser. He is eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is still ignorant. Does he want to go to heaven? Madam, don't always count on Baojiaxian. You forgot what the young master said, if our family doesn't Well, this Baojiaxian can't keep it, it will go."

   Mrs. Ann shut her mouth.

   "Besides, let's restrain the servants on this matter today, don't break your mouth." Mr. An said: "Don't tell the story to the palace."

   "What does the master mean?"

Mr. An sighed, and said: "The sage knows the year of the destiny, and the Li Chu has been mentioned for many years. After the Longevity Festival, it will probably be hotter. This spring, the water in Beijing is very muddy, and you know it. "

  Mrs. Ann was silent.

   Every spring is the time when the rich and powerful woo these Jinshi. Now that the prince is getting older, this year's Jinshi is even more sought-after, and they want to give themselves more help.

   "The older this person is, the more he is afraid of heaven's harvest." Master An said in a low voice: "If you know that there is a way to prolong your life, who wouldn't want it? In the past, Gaozu wanted to live forever... don't mention it."

  Mrs. An's heart shuddered.

  She understood what Lord An meant, but she was afraid that today's sages would tire the people out of living if they wanted to live forever, and she was also afraid of causing trouble for Qin Liuxi.

   Alas, Taoists who are extraordinary and free from vulgarity can't get away from mundane things.

  Teng Mansion.

  Teng Tianhan returned to the mansion, first went to pay his respects to his old mother, and said that the eldest son also returned to Beijing, but he just wanted to serve his master to teach and study the Fa, so it was inconvenient to come home.

  Old Madam Teng said softly: "Since you also said that the child's kinship is weak, you let him study as a teacher and become a Taoist. Let him go. There are quite a few monks who have broken their ties."

   This actually didn't care whether Teng Zhao came back or not.

  Teng Tianhan's heart was slightly cold, and he reluctantly said yes, and put down the hand that was holding the purse again, without taking out the spiritual fruit, and left after saying a few words.

  Backing to his main room, Mrs. Wen was still reading, and when she saw him coming back, she stepped forward to wait on him.

  Teng Tianhan said: "You are pregnant, you don't have to work hard, just let the servant girl come up to serve you, let's rest."

Wen still smiled and took off the big clothes for him, and said: "After I came back, I thought about it. Zhao'er is not at home, so I can't shorten it. I thought about sending him a monthly money every month, so as not to worry about it." He practiced hard in the Taoist temple, and also made a few sets of clothes, what do you think?"

   "It's not necessary, just give it once a year. As for the clothes, I heard from his master that there will be a special shop for tailor-made clothes. If you have the heart, just make two sets of underwear." Teng Tianhan's heart warmed up a little.

"good."

  Teng Tianhan took out his purse, took out a fruit, and said, "Open your mouth."

Wen's was puzzled, but she opened her mouth obediently, and saw that he stuffed a fragrant fruit into her mouth, she couldn't help but blushed, and subconsciously bit it, the sweetness entered her throat, the piercing sweetness, she had never tasted such a delicious fruit before. What about the fruit to eat?

   "What kind of fruit is this? It's so delicious."

Teng Tianhan said: "It's the spiritual fruit from the deep mountain. It was given by Zhao'er. It is very precious and good for the body, but there are only a few, so don't tell me." Don't say it."

  Wen was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously: "Is mother angry that Zhao'er didn't come home?"

Teng Tianhan's eyes were a little sad, and he said: "When Zhao'er came back, she cried day and night and was very troubled. I guess she felt that this child was not close. It's okay, it's not easy to force this thing, and now the child is doing well. That's enough, it's fine if he doesn't come, and he won't be treated so poorly."

  Teng Zhao: Do ​​you think I care?

  Wen stretched out his hand, held his hand, and said softly, "Don't be sad, don't you have us as parents here?"

"Um."

  At this moment, Teng Zhao lifted the curtain to see the shaft of the car, and asked, "Why is the road back to the Jiuxuan Auction House so long? I haven't arrived for so long."

  The coachman quickly replied: "If you go back to the leader of the trail, there will be Jinshi parading the streets because of the rankings in the Chunwei Palace examination tomorrow. The route has been set, and the people from Wucheng Bingmasi are also clearing the roadblocks, so we have to make a detour."

  Teng Zhao stopped talking when he heard the words. Just as he was about to put down the curtain of the car, he looked up and frowned: "Stop."

   Happy Father's Day!

  (end of this chapter)