Happy Marriage

"You!" An Ran wanted to have a seizure, but she reluctantly held back and tried her best to restrain her emotions: "You are kind? You are a child, unfaithful and unfilial, Xia Ziwu, do you still have a heart?"

Xia Ziwu smiled coquettishly: "Dad, isn't this out of danger? Sister, you must not be angry, the doctor can tell you, you are having fetal gas, you need to calm down to give birth to your body, and you must not fluctuate too much. Otherwise, the fetus cannot be saved.

If you have a miscarriage, you are not afraid. What you are afraid of is, what if you can no longer give birth in the future? This Meng mansion is a famous family, so there must be no one to inherit the lineage, right? After that, Meng Jinglun will inevitably have three wives and four concubines, leaving you alone and guarding a lonely lamp every day. Tsk tsk, I feel desolate when I think about it, the same fate as your mother did. "

Qingju has been carefully guarding against Xia Ziwu. Seeing her entering An Ran's house, she immediately put down what she was doing and ran in, just in time to hear her final sound.

"Third miss, you don't need to waste your time here, deliberately provoking my young lady. You are so cynical every day, and our ears have become calluses."

Xia Ziwu heard the hurried footsteps and knew it was Qingju, so she did not shy away from her.

"Since you entered the Meng Mansion, your mouth has become more and more powerful. I came here to serve your young lady and share so many things for you. You still sneer at me like this. You are just a slave, I will sell you sooner or later."

An Ran snorted coldly: "There are no outsiders here, Xia Ziwu, you don't need to pretend to sing. Who knows why you came to Meng Mansion? Even if your father has an accident, you can be indifferent and don't want to go back to Xia. Fu, I really don't know what your heart is doing, such a hard heart."

Xia Ziwu smiled "hehe": "If my father really has an accident and becomes a sinner in Chang'an, then our Xia family is really finished. At that time, Zixian and I are afraid that even ordinary merchants and pawns will not be willing to marry.

Now that it has become a fact, even if I go back, it will not help, but it is better to seize the Meng family's cash cow, how can I willingly let go of this opportunity? This is called Junjie who knows the current affairs, and it is the most sensible way.

Don't worry, Madam Meng, I will naturally use your banner. I said that if I go back suddenly, you will definitely be suspicious and get to the bottom of it. Madam Meng was naturally happy for me to stay and praised me for my benevolence and righteousness. "

An Ran laughed angrily: "In order to marry into the Meng family, Xia Ziwu, you really want to lose face."

"What's your face worth? You are filial, so why don't you go to the door of Dali Temple to make a fuss like Xia Ansheng? Go out of the limelight? Go to fulfill your filial piety? You are not lying on this bed like Xia Ansheng. Surrounded by slaves, let father suffer in prison alone?"

Xia Ziwu's words were like steel needles, piercing directly into An Ran's heart. She was full of guilt and had a lot of thoughts. When she heard what Xia Ziwu said, she couldn't bear it anymore, and she covered her face and cried bitterly.

There was a small cough outside the door.

Xia Ziwu suddenly stood up, picked up the chicken soup in his hand, stood in front of An Ran's bed, and persuaded hypocritically, "Sister, if you want to open up, don't be sad anymore. You have to take good care of your body and don't move. Fetal qi, otherwise I'm sorry for Madam Meng and Brother Meng's painstaking care for you."

Qingju stepped forward, so anxious that he was at a loss: "Miss, don't take the third lady's words to heart, think about everything, sir, isn't it all right?"

Xia Ziwu moved the soup cup forward a bit: "Sister, the soup that my sister made for you, you should drink a little, even if it is for the child in your belly."

"Take it away!" Qingju said angrily, "You are here to anger my lady on purpose."

With a "pop", Xia Ziwu's hand shook, accompanied by her exclamation, the soup cup in her hand fell directly to the ground.

The tears in Xia Ziwu's eyes immediately followed the occasion, "crackling" falling down: "Qingju, if you are angry, you can scold me, but you shouldn't overturn this soup, this is to make up for your lady. of."

With Xia Ziwu's pretentiousness, she turned her face faster than she turned a book. Knowing that Qingju, who was usually a pie in her life, suddenly felt alarm bells in her heart.

Just after realizing it, the door curtain of the house was lifted, and Meng Jinglun stood at the door with a sullen face, frowning, and his face full of anger.

"Qingju, you are getting more and more arrogant, don't you know your identity? You are so arrogant and rude to your own master."

As soon as Xia Ziwu turned around and saw Meng Jinglun, he immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, bit his lower lip, and forced a smile: "No, Brother Meng, don't get me wrong, it was Ziwu who accidentally spilled the chicken soup, and the green orange It doesn't matter.

A good move to cover up.

Meng Jinglun is even more convinced that Xia Anran and the evil servant Qingju are unreasonable to make trouble, and give Xia Ziwu grievances. And Xia Ziwu also repeatedly compromised, covering up for An Ran.

He sighed deeply and said to An Ran: "An Ran, I admit that Ziwu may have been a little naive at first, which made you have a prejudice. But these days, how she treats you is obvious to all. Can't you be more generous and accept her? Do you want your sisters to face each other coldly and fry each other with the same roots, so that outsiders can see it? "

An Ran was misunderstood and hurriedly defended: "No, Jinglun, you don't know, she did it on purpose, but she acted in a pretentious manner."

"Brother Meng," Xia Ziwu was full of resentment and wanted to cry: "The doctors said that women will be crazy and suspicious when they are pregnant. Sensible. She should still have a grudge against me now."

She leaned over to pick up the broken porcelain on the ground, accidentally, the broken porcelain scratched her tender white fingers, and immediately blushed blood dripped down.

Immediately, there was a cry of pain, and he frowned.

Meng Jinglun immediately squatted down and grabbed her hand: "Why are you not careful at all, just let the girl do these things, you don't need to swallow your voice like this."

How could Meng Jinglun's actions not make An Ran sad? The teardrops immediately fell "crackling": "Give it up? How could I ever make her feel angry? What you said is too heart-wrenching."

Meng Jinglun pulled Xia Ziwu up and said coldly to An Ran, "Ziwu is so considerate and considerate to you, every day he goes to great lengths to cook soup and make snacks for you, but you either don't eat it, or carefully try it with a silver needle. But look, I ate so much, didn't I feel safe? If you continue like this, sooner or later, Ziwu will be disheartened."

"No, she was still sneering at me just now, deliberately trying to provoke me. She clearly has bad intentions." An Ran was wronged, and hurriedly defended: "Don't you believe me?"

Before Meng Jinglun could speak, Xia Ziwu raised his face and gave a wry smile: "Brother Meng, my sister has had fetal gas and can't be excited. Just let her be a little bit. It's all my fault. Wrong, next time I will be more careful, I will never make my sister angry again. My sister doesn't like me, I will pack up and go back to the house today, it's better than putting you in a dilemma."

After speaking, as soon as he twisted his body, he rushed out the door crying.

"Three sisters!" Meng Jinglun called from behind, reaching out to stop him.

Xia Ziwu stopped as soon as he lifted the curtain, his body froze, and the expression on his face was ever-changing.

Outside the door, Xia Ansheng stood with a sneer.

An Sheng didn't say a word for a long time, but he had already seen this drama in his eyes. I also understand why Meng Jinglun's attitude towards Xia Ziwu has changed so much.

Xia Ziwu has learned to be smart, and it is a good way to learn from Xue.

Not to mention Meng Jinglun, even if he were any other man, seeing this scene of Shicai and taking it out of context, he would feel pity for Xia Ziwu, who was arrogant, and An Ran, who was unreasonable and annoyed at bullying his sister.

It is no wonder that Xia Ziwu was still reluctant to part with Meng Mansion and refused to go back when such a big thing happened to the Xia family. Looking at the heat, Lang's love for his concubine, it was only a matter of time before the cooked rice was cooked. Naturally, Xia Ziwu wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so how could she leave to give An Ran and Meng Jinglun time to relax their relationship?

It seems that elder sister is too honest and is not Xia Ziwu's opponent.

Xia Ziwu stepped back two steps in a row, his face full of alertness, and he had long forgotten to cry: "You, why are you here?"

An Sheng grinned at Xia Ziwu: "The third sister is leaving? It just so happens that I'm here to pick you up, let's go, let's go home."

Xia Ziwu was just retreating to advance, waiting eagerly for Meng Jinglun to chase after him, and comforting himself with a few soft words. Then she threw herself into Meng Jinglun's arms and cried aloud. Then, she couldn't believe it. Meng Jinglun's warm and fragrant nephrite embraced her, and after being lonely for so long, she could really do it. Liu Xiahui.

However, why did Xia Ansheng jump out and put a stick in it? How's the next play going? If he was really dragged back by her, wouldn't he have lost all his efforts?

Therefore, she immediately looked back at Meng Jinglun with resentment.

An Ran also saw An Sheng at this time, and called out "An Sheng" excitedly, but she was speechless, as if a child who had been wronged had seen his family who supported him.

As for Qingju, when he saw An Sheng, he was immediately shocked, and cheered excitedly in a low voice: "Second Miss, you are here."

An Sheng thought that it was the most important thing to take this scourge away, so he just smiled at the two of them, then turned his head and grabbed Xia Ziwu's arm: "Fortunately, my sister has self-awareness and knows that she is involved in elder sister and brother Meng. It's really not right. There is such a big thing in the house, and my mother doesn't think about eating and drinking. She is seriously ill in bed and needs your care more than my sister. It's better for you to go back with me. "

Xia Ziwu's feet were like nails, and he couldn't move it any longer: "But, but my sister has been in bad health for the past two days, and it's a critical time."

"My mother heard that she is very ill, isn't the third sister worried? And I believe that the eldest sister would be better off without your care." An Sheng said decisively: "The carriage is outside the house, so let's not delay. "

Xia Ziwu once again turned his attention to Meng Jinglun for help.

Meng Jinglun coughed lightly, stepped forward and said crampedly: "It is my mother's intention to let Ziwu stay and take care of An Ran. Ziwu takes care of An Ran meticulously. Compared with those clumsy little girls in our house, I don't know how many times better. ."

An Sheng smiled slightly, with a clear look on his face, and immediately released his hand: "The third sister makes her own decision."

Xia Ziwu was instantly relieved and left An Sheng three steps away: "I still have soup in the kitchen, so I need to take a look."

Without waiting for Meng Jinglun to speak, he immediately fled.