Xiaolian quickly picked up a cloak and put it on Linlang. Linlang thought for a while, "Stay to see the house, Feng He and I go there."

"Yes, Feng He, sister, take good care of the lady." Xiao Lian did not reject the new Feng He, and her elder sister kept screaming.

Because she knew that Feng He was very capable and was from the Jin Palace, and could protect the lady.

Feng He was taciturn, steady and generous, nodded slightly, which was considered a response.

The main hall of Ci'an's residence is magnificent, and each ornament is valuable and can be called a wealthy nest on earth.

Mrs. Chen lost her husband in her early years and grew up with her son with one hand. The mother and son have a deep relationship. Chen Ping was extremely filial to her and her life was very comfortable.

Although the eldest princess is in charge of the family, she dare not neglect it and has picked everything and brought it to her.

It can be said that Mrs. Chen enjoyed the most, but at this moment, her brows were frowning and her eyes were filled with sorrow.

Linlang was in by his servant, "Grandma, are you calling me?"

She bowed respectfully, with perfect etiquette, suitable for advancement and retreat, graceful and graceful, and the smile on the corners of her mouth was fresh and sweet, making people feel like spring breeze.

Mrs. Chen sighed softly in her heart, but showed a loving smile, "Sit down, our grandparents and grandchildren have not had the chance to sit down and have a good chat after you come back."

She is like the grandmother of an ordinary family, very kind.

It's so strange that Linlang was not flattered, but instead had a little more precaution. But it didn't show up, "What do you want to talk about?"

She knew very well how disliked Mrs. Chen was not happy with her. She suddenly changed her attitude and had to have something to do.

She has nothing, what is worth coveting from Mrs. Chen?

Mrs. Chen's eyes fell on Jinghe behind her and ordered majesticly, "A Jiang, take everyone down and send a pot of good tea."

"Yes." Madam Jiang and her maids retreated, but Feng He stood still and did not move. Her master was Linlang.

Mrs. Chen looked unhappy, "What? Don't you feel at ease with me?"

"Grandmother is joking." Linlang smiled gently, waved his hand, and then Feng He bowed and retreated.

She wanted to see what the other party was planning to do, and to show her kindness if she had nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief.

However, she was not afraid, the soldiers came to block the enemy, and the water came to flood the earth.

Mrs. Chen's eyes were full of affection. When she listened to Linlang talking about the past, her eyes were red with heartache.

"You have suffered over the years. It's our Chen family who is sorry, but we will make up for you in the future."

She was very moved and moved, but why did Linlang feel that it was a bit fake?

Mrs. Chen picked up an exquisite decorative box and handed it to Linlang. Linlang took it and saw that all kinds of jewelry were shining and were all good things.

What does this mean? Linlang opened his big black and white eyes and asked silently.

Seeing her calm expression, Mrs. Chen was surprised. She grew up outside and was so calm and had a lot of eyes. Unfortunately, her life was not good.

"These are the accessories I used to when I was young. Do you think you like it? They are all for you."

"Give it all to me?" Linlang made a big alarm in his heart. Something was wrong. It was possible to give her one or two pieces. Giving such a box of decorations was not the style of Mrs. Chen.

She observed quietly, "Thank you for your concern, but let it be left to your sister. She will never get married in this life, so she always has to protect herself from something good."

She looked like a good sister who planned for Chen Wanyi, which was particularly touching. However, Mrs. Chen frowned and a hint of displeasure flashed, "It's the eldest princess who planned for her. But you, without my mother's care, I have to worry more as a grandmother."

No matter how nice it sounds, it is hard to hide the unhappiness.

Linlang pursed his lips, his eyes slightly condensed, but his smile became even happier.

"Thank you grandmother. The elder dares not refuse, so I will accept it."

She accepted things generously, very decently, like a proud lady with strict education, without any vulgarity, and had a sense of elegance in her bones, as if she was born.

"That's right." Old Mrs. Chen's eyes turned dark and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes. At this time, Madam Jiang came in with a tray, a pot of hot tea, and a few snacks.

The eyes of Mrs. Chen and Madam Jiang exchanged glances in the air, and Madam Jiang quietly retreated behind Mrs. Chen, with a blank expression.

The atmosphere was a little strange. Linlang realized it sensitively and his eyes fell on Madam Jiang.

Mrs. Chen coughed and interrupted her attention, "Come on, try Dahongpao, this is a tribute, and the emperor rewarded it, only two taels, which is very precious."

Linlang didn't think that Mrs. Chen really loved her, because she was so attentive and strange. She probably had another purpose.

She played with the teacup and said with a smile, "So precious? Then I will leave it to my father for drink, which is also a kind of filial piety of my daughter."

Mrs. Chen's expression froze, "I'm so sensible. If you drink yours, I'll leave one or two for him."

Linlangquan saw it in his eyes, his heart sank slightly, and he had a very bad premonition, but he lowered his head and sipped the tea without showing any expression, exclaiming softly. "It's indeed a good tea."

Mrs. Chen looked at her lowered her head to drink tea, and her eyes looked slightly turned, feeling a little reluctant. "Just like it, Linlang, don't blame grandmother, grandmother also feels sorry for you."

No matter what, this is the descendant of the Chen family, but someone will always have to sacrifice.

Linlang raised his head and smiled slightly, his big eyes as clear as water. "Why do you say that? I understand my grandmother's feelings. I will be filial to my grandmother."

"Good boy, I feel wronged." Old Mrs. Chen was so guilty that she didn't dare to look her in the eyes, and used the tea to cover up the discomfort.

"No matter how wronged he is, he is better than the dead." Linlang looked at her deeply, his eyes as deep as the sea.

"What did you say? What dead people?" Mrs. Chen's hand trembled, and hot tea spilled all over the floor.

"Grandma, why are you so nervous?" Linlang showed surprise. "My mother died early, what a pity. If she had a spirit underground, she would definitely bless me."

"Of course, then of course." Old Mrs. Chen lowered her eyes, frowned slightly, and couldn't tell what it felt.

Suddenly, Linlang covered her stomach with a pale complexion, and she was sweating like rain. "My stomach hurts so much, grandmother, I seem to have eaten my stomach..."

Mrs. Chen stood up suddenly and retreated backwards. She felt guilty and guilty, but she had no regrets. "Linlang, don't blame me."

"Monster?" Linlang's forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, and it was so painful that it was so painful. When he heard this, his expression froze and his eyes widened in disbelief, "Grandma, are you... poisoning in the tea?"

Now that things have come to this point, there is nothing to say. Although Mrs. Chen apologizes, she doesn’t feel sorry for her. If she doesn’t grow up by her side, what kind of feelings can she have?

She valued the most three people, her biological son Chen Ping, her grandson, and her nephew Wang Zicheng.
Chapter completed!