After that day, Xie Mingsheng and Ding Louyan began a cold war that was endless. When they got along, they felt a sense of respect for each other.

Ding Louyan's temperament cannot be arguing, but Xie Mingsheng was so mean that he was so humble that he coaxed him for a few days. However, he was a boy's character. Seeing that Ding Louyan had been disheartened, he couldn't help but feel frustrated.

So what if he likes Ding Louyan, he looks at her all day but doesn't even smile. Xie Ming's pride in heaven is naturally sought after by others. He has always been a hot figure among his daughters, so how could he bear such cold treatment?

In addition, Zhu De'er was gentle, considerate and worried every day, and it was impossible for Xie Mingsheng to feel pity, so he stayed in Zhu De'er's house in just one month after getting married.

The mansion slowly spread, and the main wife of the big house is not favored. The eldest young master’s favorite is Zhu Deer, a girl from the whole house. After a while, he can be a concubine, and he must be a concubine...

There is a small courtyard in front of the house. Only small trees are planted in the courtyard. The sun in the morning is scattered, and a trace of light falls through the leaves. The slender dust only floats and sinks in the light.

Yanzhi squatted in front of her house, pouring the water from washing into the soil. When she thought of Xie Qingfang, she felt a surge of myocardial infarction. It has been more than two years, and she should have known his methods. She was the one who took one step and looked back one hundred steps. How could the few words she said that day only asked Xie Mingsheng and his wife to be disagreeable? His purpose was not that simple at all.

Possessing concubines and destroying their wives is a fatal point for all famous families. If this reputation is spread, Xie Mingsheng will not have to go to any official career. Even if he is a three-year master, he will not be able to recover the harm caused by this reputation.

A wife does not become a wife, and a concubine is not a concubine. The house is uneasy. If you can’t even manage the affairs of the house well, who would believe that he can manage the affairs of the people in the world well?

Yanzhi can't do anything at all now. Ding Louyan won't listen to her advice, Xie Mingsheng won't pay attention to her, and Zhu De'er... She had Xie Qing on the side to give advice, but she didn't make any mistakes at all. Yanzhi couldn't catch any handle.

The mistake that Zhu De'er should have made in a poor life, now she hasn't made, so Yanzhi can't count on the poor life.

Yanzhi didn't know whether Xie Qing was too good at calculating people's hearts in her previous life, or because she knew Xie Mingsheng too well, that Zhu De'er could win over Xie Mingsheng so easily.

Xie Mingsheng is not a fool. He grew up in a noble family and had a sense of such things. Too much favor can make people suspicious, and always pretending to be pitiful will appear too fake. Moreover, his opponent is a lady of the country, Ding Louyan, so the quality of this is extremely difficult to grasp. If Xie Qing was not in it, Zhu De'er would never have been able to do it.

She couldn't help but sigh, why is Xie Qingfang not a girl? It's such a pity. Otherwise, with this trick, her skin-like figure would not be invincible and unstoppable after entering the harem!

Yanzhi held an empty basin and looked down at the wild grass flowers that were almost flooded by her in the soil. It would be great if Xie Qingfang had been flooded. Once it was flooded, it would be too weak to make a fuss.

Indeed, Yanzhi was really unable to bear it. He Xie Qingfang gently floated and stirred the water into cuttlefish sauce with just one word. She jumped up and down on her head for a month and could not turn the cuttlefish sauce back into the water.

The word "tired" is not enough to express her current state of mind. Now, even from hitting Chengdong Street to Chengxi Street is not enough to vent the depression in her heart.

Yanzhi was pinching the basin and was secretly ruthless. A cold voice sounded behind her, "Don't you like flowers?"

Yanzhi turned around and looked at the person standing under the eaves. At such an angle, he could make the eaves look so beautiful. This person's face was really depressed. Yanzhi slightly relieved his unwillingness. After a while, he replied casually: "I like it." It was so condescending that he looked a little stiff in his neck. His aura was too bad, and his eyes were swaying upwards and became a dead fish eye. Yanzhi lowered his head and slowed down. After a while, he was about to stand up, but he leaned down behind him and handed a bunch of wild grass flowers. The black sleeves were embroidered with elegant patterns, which were clean and elegant, making his hands become more fair, white and slender.

The leaves in the morning are faintly illuminated, and the morning atmosphere is the most refreshing, and the soil exudes a clean and refreshing atmosphere that makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

Yanzhi looked at the wild grass and flowers in front of him and lost consciousness. He made the wild grass and flowers almost the same as in his previous life, and even the position of each color was exactly the same. It was... as if he had never died like that...

Yanzhi suddenly felt a little dazed and thought she was still his master. All the past suddenly came towards her like a breeze, and she wanted to hear him standing in front of her and said with a smile:

‘Teacher, do you see if my knot is better now than I did in Shaoshu?’

Yanzhi felt suffocated when she thought of this, and couldn't hide her heart. He was so kind of person that he remembered the scattered warmth she gave her. How painful is he in his heart that he can even keep such a little kindness in his heart for so many years?

Ruoshi Yanzhi is the one who can tolerate it, and tears can't help but fill her eyes when she thinks of this.

She couldn't help but let go of her hands. The basin she was holding just now suddenly slid down, and there was no loud noise on the soil. It only made Xie Qing, who was behind her, feel doubtful. He predicted all kinds of reactions, but he didn't expect this, and he was a little confused for a while.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, but couldn't see her expression. It was really difficult to grasp, so she tentatively said, "Don't like it?" Then she stretched out her hand and lifted her clothes and squatted down, leaning forward slightly to see how her expression was.

Yanzhi hurriedly reached out to hold the flower he had slightly retracted, but she lost her accuracy because she was too fast. She even held the flower with her hands, but it successfully stopped him from looking at it.

Yanzhi's hands were not half as big as his, but they were also beautiful. Xie Qing's hands were fair and slender, with clear knuckles, while her hands were too pale, and she could vaguely see the shallow blue veins underneath, making her look even thinner and thinner.

Xie Qingfang remained silent, but Yanzhi trembled slightly as she remembered the past. The warmth in her palm slightly spread to the back of Xie Qingfang's hand.

Yanzhi hurriedly calmed down and forced herself not to think about those things. Xie Qingfang was not a person who was not thinking too much in this life. If he asked him to watch it, it would only make him more passive.

After a while, Yanzhi smiled reluctantly, but her voice was a little silence because she had not spoken for a long time. "I like it, it looks very good." She raised her eyes and looked at the wild grass flowers in his hand, and gently took them to her hand and looked at them carefully. She looked at the flowers, but she seemed to be not. Her eyes were clear and she seemed to see many things through this bouquet of flowers...

‘In this may be just a blink of an eye, but for me, it has been half a lifetime.’

‘Sixteen years...I have been waiting for Master for sixteen years, and it turns out that in the end...I am the only one who was sixteen years ago...’

‘Teacher, forget it.’

Yanzhi closed her eyes suddenly, held the flower's hand tightly, and her fingertips turned white. When she remembered the last sentence he said, her heart couldn't help but feel tight.

He was very weak at that time and had no strength anymore, but he still smiled and told her that he was very happy...

She always knew what he was happy about. The more he became, the more guilty Yanzhi felt. For such a little warmth, he treated himself as a redemption, but he suppressed the wrong person...

It is precisely because she knows that she is so resentful that she feels so guilty for so many years, not only hasn't faded away with time, but it has become stronger and stronger.

Ye Rongzhi has long become the bitterness that has penetrated her bone marrow. No matter how free and easy she is, she will never be able to escape the pain of separation.

Perhaps Yanzhi's voice was too low and lonely. Xie Qing stretched out his hand, supported his elbows on his knees, looked at the wild grass flowers that were flooded by water in the soil, and suddenly asked, "Are you angry?"

Yanzhi looked back at him when she heard this, but the corner of her lips accidentally brushed against the tip of his nose. Xie Qing had a slight crease between his eyebrows and quickly retreated. If she didn't look closely, she wouldn't be able to see it.

Xie Qing stepped back slightly without any trace, and gently supported her eyebrows and eyes. His fingertips were slightly cold, as cold as he was like a person. He asked softly: "Are you angry with me?"

Yanzhi lowered her eyes and said after a long time, "How could she be angry with you?"

Xie Qing looked at her sideways, a hint of impatientness flashed in her eyes, but she still reached out to hold Yanzhi's hand, gently stroked the back of her hand, slowly rubbed the color of the veins that were faint and revealed, and her tone was a little bit of a warning, "I said I like you to be more sensible. If you continue to get angry, you will really disappoint me."

Yanzhi was stunned when she heard this. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at him, as if she had guessed something...

She looked at him with a little bit of disbelief. She covered up the sourness in her heart, opened her lips slightly and tentatively: "Young master, don't be angry, I will never dare anymore. I will listen to you in everything, and do whatever you ask me to do."

Xie Qing looked at her without saying a word, as if she was examining whether she was true or false. The sadness in Yanzhi's eyes had not faded, and she looked like she was afraid of abandoning her lover. After a long time, he reached out to stroke her face and gently rubbed her fingertips. His words showed some frivolousness and ambiguity, and he said softly with a little meaning: "Very good, this is what I like."

He leaned over slowly, looked at her with a focused expression and said, "The day before yesterday, I wrote a letter to your lady, you should help me." He paused slightly, approached her ear, and continued with a low voice with a deceptive meaning: "My good rouge, if you are so obedient, I will always please you and will never treat you badly."

Yanzhi shook her eyelashes when she heard this. She looked at Xie Qing holding her hand sideways, and then at the wild grass flowers held by the other hand, which made her unable to suppress the complexity in her heart for a moment.

She never expected that the person who respected her as a master now would use her as a chess piece...
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