Orphan!

Master Yan opened his mouth in surprise and slandered! Although it was better than asking him to close his daughter, the good thing was limited. If Liu Yatou became a little nun, even if it was corrected, he would have no future and could only have a lifetime of Qinglantern Ancient Buddha.

It took a long time for Mr. Yan San to resume his speaking function, "Mother, please spare Liu Yatou this time, lock her up at home and prevent her from coming out, so there is no need to be ordained to become a monk."

"Closed at home, raising her in a rich and graceful manner." Mrs. Yan sneered, thinking so beautifully, "Three, you don't have only Liu Yatou and one daughter, you have four daughters and one son. Do you want to watch the third girl be retired?"

"Mother." Master Yan San shouted in a sarcastic voice, his palms and backs were full of flesh, and he couldn't bear to leave that.

"Do you want me, the old woman, to do it yourself?" Mrs. Yan asked sternly. She was a little impatient with Master Yan San. She had never thought of raising a deposed son, sending him to academy to study, and having the same kind of education. The fifth brother was unable to pass the imperial examination due to his limited talent, but he managed the civil affairs in an orderly manner and was very clean around him. Only this third brother could not support the wall.

Master Yan San squatted down and hugged his head with both hands, "Mother, let me think, let me think."

"Okay, I'll give you another quarter of an hour. I'll wait for three days. I won't be in a hurry for this moment." Mrs. Yan leaned back on the lead pillow.

A quarter of an hour is not long or short, but for Master Yan San, this quarter of an hour is as short as a moment, and his mind is still in chaos. He heard Mrs. Yan say, "Time is up, what are you thinking?"

"Mother." Master Yan San looked up and met Mrs. Yan's cold gaze, and suddenly felt cold.

"Boss comes in." Mrs. Yan said loudly.

Uncle Yan walked in and saluted Mrs. Yan, "Mother."

"You accompany your third brother to Juyun Pavilion and get the matter done." Mrs. Yan didn't expect Mr. Yan and did not allow him to delay like this.

Uncle Yan walked forward and dragged Master Yan San and left. Master Yan San was tortured and staggered, "Big, brother."

"Don't call me." Uncle Yan was almost angry with this useless illegitimate brother. Master Yan San was not good at being an official, and the housekeeper didn't take good care of him. He first gave birth to a wife who had money on his pen, and then raised a shameless daughter.

"Brother, Liu Yat..."

"Shut up." Uncle Yan had no good impression of Yan Xiang's niece, and was also unhappy to listen to those useless nonsense that Master Yan said.

Mr. Yan was dragged outside Juyun Pavilion by Mr. Yan with a look of grimace. Mr. Yan asked the woman to open the door. The two brothers went in. The house was in a mess. Yan Xiang smashed all the things he could smash. Seeing Mr. Yan San, Mr. Yan came in, Yan Xiang did not call anyone, staring at the two of them with resentment.

"This is your good daughter." Uncle Yan said coldly.

"She is in a bad mood, so she is like this." Master Yan San defended in a low voice.

Uncle Yan snorted coldly, "I'm in a bad mood, I want to kill someone." He had just finished dealing with Jiang's affairs, and had not had a few days to live, and he had something to do again. He was not idle and had nothing to do, and followed the third room all day to clean up the mess.

Master Yan lowered his head and dared not speak anymore.

Uncle Yan signaled the woman who followed her to take action. Looking at the approaching woman, Yan Xiang stepped back step by step, and the long-lasting memories suddenly revived; the same was true in her previous life, she was tied to a carriage by her mother, Jiang and her eldest uncle. However, at that time, the ones who brought the woman were her mother Jiang and her eldest uncle, but in this life they were her father and eldest uncle.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do? Let's go away." Yan Xiang waved his hands, "Don't touch me, get out, get out!"

"Sixth girl, please be obedient." Master Yan San begged.

"If I want to listen to you, I will be done. Don't force me to marry far away. If I don't get far away, I won't." Yan Xiang grabbed the pillow on the couch and smashed it at the mothers, preventing them from getting close.

"No one forced you to marry far away." Uncle Yan said coldly.

"Then what are you here for?" Yan Xiang asked suspiciously. She was imprisoned for a month in her previous life and was forced to marry far away. Now she has been imprisoned for a few days. They... Could it be that the grandson said something and immediately showed joy, "Is the grandson here to pick me up?"

"Dream in the daytime, it's pretty beautiful to get it." Uncle Yan sneered, "Go on your hands quickly and don't delay things."

"Brother." Master Yan San shouted.

"Shut up." Uncle Yan said sternly.

Master Yan San became a quail again, shrinking his head and mind.

The mothers had already grabbed Yan Xiang, and two pressed her, one raised her head and pinched her mouth open, and the other woman immediately poured medicine into her mouth. Yan Xiang struggled and refused to drink, she didn't want to die, she didn't want to die, who would save her?

Seeing that his daughter's face turned red, Master Yan San said timidly, "You guys are gentle, don't hurt Miss Six."

Uncle Yan glanced coldly, and Master Yan San shrank to the side again.

"Father...Dad, save me, father, save me." Yan Xiang shouted vaguely. Now the only thing she could count on was this father.

Master Yan opened his mouth, closed his head again, and turned his head away from her gaze asking for help. The eldest brother was here and was ordered by his mother again. How could he save him? He couldn't save him, and he could do nothing.

The old lady prepared three bowls of medicine in total, and one-third of the first bowl was poured into it. When the second bowl was poured, Yan Xiang broke free from his left hand, waved his hand and knocked over the bowl, spilling the medicine all over the floor. When the third bowl, Yan Xiang had no strength and a bowl of medicine was poured into it.

"I won't forgive you even if I become a ghost." Yan Xiang thought he was about to die after being poured with poison, and shouted shrillly.

She didn't understand why the family's treatment of her in this life was different from her previous life? If she could think about it, she understood the reason. She ran away with others in her previous life, and only ruined the reputation of the Yan family's girls; in this life, she sneaked into the man's room in the temple during the filial period. Although her innocence was still there, she not only ruined the reputation of the Yan family's girls, but also involved the East Palace.

The Yan family did not need to be explained to others in the previous life, just marry her far away. In this life, the Yan family had to give an explanation to the East Palace. Naturally, Yan Xiang could not live a stable life with a distance. The woman took scissors and cut all of Yan Xiang's beautiful hair, and then used a razor to shave her into a bald head; her black hair fell to the ground, and her black clothes changed to her past makeup.

The unconscious Yan Xiang was carried into the carriage, and the two mothers followed him onto the carriage. Master Yan San took out a few silver notes from his purse and said, "Brother, the temple is full of hardships, there are five hundred here..."

"It's better to send her there yourself, do some things up and down the temple, and then invite two or three maids to the temple to serve her well." Uncle Yan said sarcastically.

"I... will be a father-daughter after all." Yan Sanye explained that Yan Xiang became a monk and was a person outside the world, and he was separated from his relatives in the world.

"If she was thinking about her parents' grace of giving birth, she would not have done such a destructive thing." Uncle Yan angrily shook her sleeves, got on another carriage, and talked to this confused person, which really made people so angry.

Master Yan San watched the carriage leave the back door, bowed his back, and slowly returned to the main courtyard of the third bedroom, lying on the couch, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally. Aunt Guo quietly touched in, holding a pair of new shoes in his hand, "Master, Miss Jiu has made you a pair of shoes. I will give you a try to match it?"

"Why didn't she send it to me by herself?" asked Master Yan San.

"I'm afraid that people will say that she deliberately pleases the master, so I don't dare to take it over after I'm done." Aunt Guo laid the groundwork and prepared to give people eye drops.

"She is my daughter. It's filial piety for her father to make a pair of shoes." Mr. Yan sat up and tried his shoes.

Aunt Guo was hard to say when Mr. Yan responded to it, so he had to wait for him to change his shoes first. Mr. Yan put it on and found that it fits very well and is very comfortable. His heart was cold and warmed up by Yan Xiang. He took out a silver note and handed it to Aunt Guo, "Make a few more new clothes for the Nine Girls." At this time, Mr. Yan obviously forgot that Yan Ying was still keeping his mother's filial piety.

When Aunt Guo picked up the silver bill, she saw that it was Zhang Wushiliang, and she looked happy, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Like Yu Fangfei, Yan Xiang was quietly sent out of the capital by the Yan family, one of them traveled west and the other went south. In their lifetime, if there were no special circumstances, it would be impossible for them to return to Beijing.

It was hard for Master Yan Si to go directly to find Tang Li and told Fu Zhixing about this. "The person has been ordained and sent to the temple in the northwest. It is thousands of miles away from the capital. She cannot come back. When the ancestor worships the ancestors and opens the ancestral hall, her name will be removed, and there is no more Miss Six in the Yan family."

Tang Sun was very satisfied with the Yan family dealing with Yan Xiang so quickly. Although he would not take the anger of the Yan family because of Yan Xiang, the Yan family did this to show their concern and importance to him, the grandson.

After the rainy July, it was the clear and refreshing August. The chrysanthemums bloomed and the crabs were fat. On that day, Yan Huo and Mrs. Yan were talking about eating crabs. Fu Zhixing sent several baskets of crabs in a sympathetic manner, which made Yan Huo very happy. "Cousin, my cousin is in love." It's so connected!

Looking at the little girl beside her who looked at her with bright eyes, Fu Zhixing curled her lips slightly, "Just like it."

"I like it, I like it very much." Yan Huo shook his head, and the beaded phoenix hairpin inserted in his hair bun was also shaken, and he was cute and cute.

"Crabs are cold in nature. Although they are delicious, you can't eat too much. Just try the taste." Fu Zhixing instructed softly.

"I know." Yan Huo responded with a smile. He was doing it for her own good, and she would not be willful in trauma.

Now the battle between the King of Chu and the prince is on the surface, and both sides are very busy. It is not easy for Fu Zhixing to take the time to come and deliver crabs. It is not easy for him to stay for a long time, so he stood up and said goodbye. Yan Hu immediately said, "Grandmother, I'll give my cousin."

Without waiting for Mrs. Yan to agree, she followed Fu Zhixing out. Mrs. Yan chuckled and said, "Girl's External Prime Minister."

When she was sent to the gate of the yard, Fu Zhixing refused to let her send it, "Okay, it's enough to deliver it here. I'll see you when I have time someday."

"Cousin, walk slowly." Yan Huo watched him go away and turned back to Dongjuyuan.

Yan Zi and his wife were discussing how to eat crabs, and Yan Lang shouted, "Grandma, I want to eat crab roe buns."

Yan Zize said, "Grandma, it's better to steam crabs. It's better to eat them with sauce."

"Grandma, stir-fry crabs, stir-fry crabs." Yan Jing swallowed.

"Fried crabs, wrapped in batter, fry them out, they are crisp and fragrant." Yan Tongfeng also said.

Mrs. Yan smiled and said, "Do everything and make a table of crab feasts."

"The chrysanthemums in the garden are in bloom. Go to the pavilion to set up a table to enjoy the flowers and eat crabs. It's so wonderful." Yan Hu suggested.

"Okay, okay, just listen to Xiaoxiao, take out ten taels of silver and let the kitchen cook a few more dishes. Today I will take you monkeys to the garden and have fun for a day." Mrs. Yan smiled, "Don't follow you four. You are here, the children are stolen and they don't have fun."

Mrs. Yan smiled and said, "My mother now has grandchildren and granddaughter, so she won't feel sorry for our daughter-in-law. Second, fourth, and fifth, let's leave quickly, don't be annoying here."

"We are all grandmothers, and we are still so naughty." Mrs. Yan said happily.

Wang hurried out and arranged the matter. After a while, Old Mrs. Yan took a group of granddaughters, two granddaughters and Yan Lang, the great-grandson, to the garden. Looking at the blooming chrysanthemums in the garden, Old Mrs. Yan became a little more interested, "Go and call the small opera troupe that is raised in the mansion. If you don't have to dress up, just let them sing a few small operas to help you have a happy mood."

Most of the nobles and noble families have small opera troupes. Mrs. Yan doesn’t like to watch operas. Mrs. Yan occasionally calls people from the small opera troupes to the Second Hospital to sing for her. Soon, the people from the small opera troupes came, and Mrs. Yan ordered a few folds of lyrics and asked them to sing.

"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, and it seems that they are all given to the broken wells, the beautiful scenery of the dilapidated walls, the beautiful scenery of the sky, the pleasant things of which house is flying in the morning and the evening rolling, the clouds and the green pavilions, the rain and wind, the smoke and waves painted boats..."

"I saw the yellow orioles scattered in a mess, the grass was lush, the pink walls were damaged, the moss was green, and the flower tiles on the top of the flower. They should have a shy face, reflecting the red beauty of his peach trees..."

"The eaves of Bodhi trees are covered with flowers, and the white parrots and fairy birds are flying up and down the spiritual rock gods; the green willow branches are sprinkled in the three thousand worlds, as if I were scattered with flowers and falling in all directions."

The lyrics in opera are all about emotions and tenderness, and most of the people who write these lyrics are down-and-out scholars. This shows that it is not a matter of talent, but a matter of luck.

One day, it was the ninth day of the eighth month. The first entrance time of the autumn examination once every three years was held, and the martial arts were held at the same time. This time, four people from the Yan family entered the venue, namely Yan Tongan and Yan Tonghua from the second room, Yan Tongzhu and Yan Tongliang from the fourth room. Yan Tongliang is still young, so this time I went to experience it. My family did not expect him to be able to go to high school.

Seeing that it was already the beginning of Mao, Yan Tongliang had not arrived yet. In order to send his two brothers into the examination room, Yan Huo, who was deliberately getting up early, yawned and said, "Is the Sixth Brother running away at the last minute?"

"This little brat thought he had grown up and became sensible, but he didn't expect that he would still be so unreasonable in his work." Master Yan Si said angrily.

"Forget it, he is still young, and it's not too late to get out after three years. Let's send Xiao Si out." Princess Nanping stood up and said.

"The sixth brother is not sure about high school this time, why should he let him go to the tribute school to suffer? When he is confident, let him enter the court and pass once, there is no need to suffer two crimes." Yan Huo thought of three years ago when his three cousins ​​returned home, and he was like a half-dead person, and he was still scared.

Master Yan Si snorted coldly, "If he is not sure in his life, he will never end in his life and will be a poor scholar for the rest of his life."

Yan Huo thought of what Yan Tongliang said and said, "It's over, and he may not necessarily be in high school."
Chapter completed!