Reborn Evil Mother-in-law

    Shen Xinyan was so amused by his small grievance and pitiful appearance that she couldn't help hooking the corner of her lips. The pitch-black brocade box was shoved into his hand, and he said, "This is the profit from the shop that was sent a few days ago. Is it enough for you? If it's not enough, I'll have someone pick it up later."

    Wei Junhang stunned and then opened it, and then his hands seemed to be scorched by fire, he pushed the box away, and bounced from the seat with a 'whoosh', turning red Staring at her with a face: "You, what do you mean?"

    Shen Xinyan was taken aback by his fierce reaction, and she was stunned when she heard his questioning again.

    "I, Wei Junhang, can't do anything like spending money on his wife's dowry, you, you, me, me, you're going to **** me off!" I want to teach a lesson fiercely She, but met that beautiful face that has been as beautiful as one day for ten years, and she couldn't say those words. She only threw this sentence down angrily, turned around with a flick of her sleeves, and strode out of the door.

    "Shizi—" Qiutang, who was about to lift the curtain and enter, was taken aback by Wei Junhang who suddenly walked out of the house, and the blushing face was startled. , The convenience has disappeared.

    She opened her mouth stupidly, and looked at the little girl beside her in disbelief: "The one who was just now was the prince, did I read it wrong?"

    "No, no, that's the prince." The little girl replied weakly.

     Qiutang's eyes widened.

    Master Shizi actually lost his temper at Madam Shizi? The sun is really coming out from the west!

      He said half a sentence out loud, not to mention blushing.

    But she said that Shen Xinyan in the room saw her husband rushing out the door angrily, which meant that the second monk was confused, but when she recalled Wei Junhang's words just now, she immediately understood , and patted his forehead angrily.

    It's her fault, so why don't you be more euphemistic, and just give people money like this.

    "Madam, Shizi, he..." When Qiutang entered the door, she saw the annoyance on the master's face, and was shocked. Could it be that the Shizi's wife was really angry with the lord?

    "I did something stupid without thinking about it, it doesn't matter, I'll find him later and make it clear." Although she was a little annoyed, Shen Xinyan knew better about her husband's temperament, so she wasn't too worried. .

    Seeing her unconcerned appearance, Qiutang was also relieved.

    "Mother Cui just sent a package of high-quality bird's nests, and she didn't say the reason. The servant thought it was a bit strange." Qiutang replied. She took leave yesterday to go home to visit her sick old lady, and she didn't return until just now, so she didn't know what happened this morning.

    Whether this is the meaning of the Fang family or the meaning of the eldest princess, is it possible that she can't even eat a few taels of bird's nest?

    The begonia responded with a crisp sound.

    In the room of the eldest princess of Ning'an Academy.

    The eldest princess half-squinted her eyes and leaned on the soft couch. Grandma Liang, who had served her most of her life, sat at her feet, grasping the strength of her hands and pinching her legs for her.

    "What do you think is the best way to deal with the matter that Shen shi mentioned?" The eldest princess suddenly opened her eyes and asked.

    The movements of Liangmao's hands paused for a moment, and she said with a smile: "The princess has an idea in her heart, so why play tricks on the slaves."

    The eldest princess laughed, shook her head, and sighed: "Shen shi also has her reasons, but... if I rely on her, I'm afraid Bizhen will blame me in her heart."

    "Princess has been worrying too much, the eldest lady was raised by you, don't you know her? That is the most sensible and sensible. Although this change was proposed by Mrs. Shizi, But in the end, it's for the good of the manor, so how could Da Madam blame you?" Mother Liang smiled in relief.

    The eldest princess thought about it and felt reasonable. Just thinking about the eldest son who passed away early, he couldn't help but sighed deeply: "If Jun Ting is still here, there is no need to worry about my old bones in the mansion. , even more than Bizhen."

    The words mentioned in the words were the master of the mansion. Grandma Liang couldn't say anything, she just changed the subject and said: "The slave has just passed the martial arts field, and I saw the eldest son dancing the sword from a distance. It's neat, tsk tsk, it really has the style of the grandfather of the country back then."

      It's not in vain for his grandfather to teach him himself."

    "The princess says this now, but back then she didn't know who shed tears to the grandfather of the country, blaming him for being too cruel. Training a four-year-old baby is like training a soldier." Liang Mammy looked teased.

    The eldest princess glared at her angrily: "It's just you!"

    Wei Junhang from the other side actually regretted it as soon as he walked out of his wife's courtyard. He only felt that his wife was well-intentioned, and he really didn't want to be annoyed at her.

    He paced back and forth in front of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, wanting to turn back and say soft words to his wife, but he was worried that she would turn his back on him and make up his mind for a while. After thinking about the decision that he just made, he turned his footsteps and left in the direction of the East Courtyard.

    The martial arts field in the east courtyard.

    The young man was waving the wooden sword in his hand, stabbing, picking or chopping, sometimes volleying in the air and sometimes leaning on the ground, every move and style was quite imposing, and the martial arts master who watched him nodded again and again.

    When Wei Junhang came, he saw such a scene.

    Mr. Wushu noticed his arrival and was about to come forward to greet him. Wei Junhang waved and shook his head at him, he understood after a little thought, and bowed his hands at him.

    Wei Junhang touched his nose and stood aside to watch quietly, the more he looked, the more proud he became.

    Sure enough, he and his wife's good son, with a son like this, what more can a husband ask for! See if those tortoise grandchildren dare to make fun of him behind his back in the future!

    Bah, he is useless, only having such an excellent son is enough to be proud of the capital!

    Wei Chenglin took back the wooden sword, and when he turned around, he saw his father, who had arrived at some point, looking at him with a smile. Handing over the sword to the servant on the side, he said a few more words to the husband, and then walked towards Wei Chenglin.

    "Father!"

    "This sword dance is good, much better than that of Aunt Nangong!" Wei Junhang praised with a smile, unaware of Mr. Wushu's frown.

    Wei Chenglin pursed his lips, and finally couldn't hold back his retort: ​​"The boy is a manly man, how could the father compare the boy with the dusty women. Besides, the boy's sword is going to fight to kill the enemy, Not an embroidered pillow to pretend to be happy!"

    The gentleman nodded in satisfaction.

    That's it!

    Being robbed by his son, Wei Junhang was not annoyed, and his smile did not change: "Yes, yes, it was my father who said the wrong thing!"

    This kid is good at everything, but he has the same temperament as his grandfather.

    The prince muttered secretly.

    Mr. Wushu shook his head helplessly, stepped forward and bowed his hands to leave.

    Wei Junhang waved his hand indifferently.

    "You child, no one is forcing you, it's okay to relax occasionally."

     "Grandfather always taught the child that one must be self-disciplined, only..."

    "Alright, alright, go if you want!" Shi Zi had a headache for a while.

    "Slow down!" After his son had taken a few steps, Wei Junhang remembered his intention and hurriedly stopped him.

    Wei Chenglin stopped and turned around, looking directly at his father with inquiring eyes.

    "In the future, you should take more time to go back to accompany your mother, she has not been very well recently." Afraid that this little old-fashioned will give him another "grandfather's teaching", Shizi hurriedly stated his purpose.

    "No major problem, no major problem, I just think about you from time to time, I don't worry about you living in the outer courtyard, so I worry and think more, and my body is a little weak." Very satisfied with his son's attitude, Grandpa Shizi brushed off a beard that didn't exist.

    I got a satisfactory result, Mr. Wei Shizi was very proud, he wanted to take his son back to find his wife now, and show his merit in front of his wife, but he was afraid that he would delay his son In the end, I had to be scolded by my father for a long time in my studies, so I stopped thinking.

    I just thought about it, but I was still a little unwilling, so I wasted an opportunity to show my merit, and said busy: "Today you will go back to accompany your mother for lunch, just remember, just wait. I'm here and I'll go back with you."

    Wei Chenglin was a little puzzled: "The son can go back by himself, and he doesn't bother his father."

    "You just listen to me!" Shi Ziye stared wide-eyed and pretended to be a strict father.

    "In this case, the child obeys the order." Wei Chenglin was also used to his father's indiscretion, and did not argue with him much, nodding in agreement.

    ***

    The British public, who has passed the year of his destiny, smiles and bears. Although his son is not good enough, he has such an excellent grandson, and it is just around the corner to revive the prestige of the British public house.

    "Yes, grandson remembers grandfather's teachings!" Wei Chenglin responded respectfully, after a moment, hesitantly said, "Mother is ill, grandson wants to go back early to accompany her for lunch."

    It really is a mother and a spoiled child! Thanks to his decisiveness, since the eldest grandson was three years old, he brought him to personally raise him, and never let him be as good as a woman's hand like his father.

    He couldn't help but have a headache when he thought of the second son who was not a success.

    If the eldest son is still alive, why does he need to be so diligent, the British government can achieve a higher level even without relying on the name of his wife, the eldest princess!

    Touching the left leg that had been unconscious for many years, and recalling the eldest son who had passed away for many years, his heart could not help but throb.

    That is the only hope of the Wei family! If he was still there, why would he need to drag his wreckage to support the cultivation of his eldest grandson, and how could the position of the heir of the Duke's Mansion fall to the second son who was not a successor!