Chapter 92:

Chapter 92:

Duke Wen's Mansion.

In the quiet courtyard, there seems to be no other sound except the wind. If it wasn't for the bright candlelight in the house, it would be as if no one lived in the yard.

There were not many servants in the yard, and they all entered and exited lightly.

Mrs. Wen was in a hurry, and stopped for a while when she reached the front of the courtyard. Only when she was breathing evenly did she brush her temples, straighten her skirts and walk in. He walked to the study in a familiar manner, and asked the young man guarding the door to report. After a while, the servant came out and answered, saying that the Duke of the State let her in.

When she entered the bright place, her red and swollen eyes could no longer be hidden. It was obvious that she had cried.

From a distance of a few steps, she forced herself to appear as usual, and stared at Wen Guogong, who was at his desk making a painting, bewilderedly. The women in palace costumes in the painting are lifelike, dignified and lazy, and they are about to appear on the paper.

She pinched her palms, the emotion of enduring grief and trying to pretend nothing happened was properly displayed on her face. As before, she silently waited for Wen Guogong to finish the painting.

If an ordinary woman sees her husband painting for another woman, not to mention making a scene, it is also jealous. But she is different, such situations are commonplace for her.

Under the candlelight, Wen Guogong showed his old age.

The No. 1 son of Yongchang City, who was unparalleled in style back then, is now in his twilight years. I think back to when he was in full bloom, what a Zhilan Yushu.

Mrs. Wen looked at him quietly, watching him seriously sketching the woman on the paper, watching him concentrate on describing the woman's eyebrows and eyes. Those slender eyebrows, those leering and smiling eyes, slowly came to life bit by bit.

I still remember that year's palace banquet, where the young Duke and the eldest princess stood side by side. One is the moon in the sky, and the other is a Zhuoli tree. I don't know if it is the treetop on the moon, or the shadow of the tree looking at the moon. Just like a painting, people look at it from a distance and feel envious. At that time, she was still young, but the scene in front of her was deeply engraved in her heart. Even after many years, the memory is still fresh.

After an unknown period of time, Wen Guogong put down his pen. He took the warm towel from the servant and wiped his hands gracefully, looking over with a pair of slightly complicated eyes.

"Is it for the royal family's business?"

"Yes." Mrs. Wen calmed down, and said: "I am very heartbroken, I never thought they would do such a thing. If I had known that they were so courageous, I would have dissuaded them even at the risk of being unfilial. They have brought the blame on themselves, and they can't blame others at all. As the daughter of the royal family, I have no face to see the Duke of the country again, and no face to see the ancestors of the Wen family."

Speaking of this, she suddenly knelt down.

"The concubine invites me down!"

Wen Guogong shrank his pupils, he was angry with what the Wang family did. He thought that the Wang family came here at this time to ask him to intercede for the Wang family in front of His Majesty.

After all, he is a sensible person.

"It's not as sinful as a married woman, get up."

"My lord, I am ashamed of myself." Madam Wen couldn't help but shed tears silently. "Since I married into the Duke's mansion as a concubine, you have given me the greatest dignity. Over the years, I dare not neglect one day in taking care of the back house, in order to repay the Duke. Now I am in my natal family If something goes wrong, if the concubine still occupies the position of the Duke's wife, I'm afraid it will discredit you and the Duke's mansion."

The complex look in Wen Guogong's eyes disappeared, "You are not at fault, there is no need to do so."

"Grandpa, I know how well you treat me. I am satisfied to be able to marry into the Duke's mansion in this life, and to be lucky enough to be by the Duke's side."

"The matter has come to this point, don't think too much. The Wang family robbed and killed the court officials. It is really an unforgivable crime to deceive the king. If you have the heart to do one or two things, you can do it yourself, just do it in a more concealed way."

"Thank you, Mr. Guo." Mrs. Wen wiped her tears and got up weakly. "That concubine will not disturb the Duke, you should rest early."

Wen Guogong hummed, bowed his head and gently blew the ink on the painting.

Mrs. Wen left the yard, the pain on her face disappeared. In the gloomy night, her eyes flickered, and when she looked back at the lights in the yard, a strange look slowly appeared on the corners of her lips.

As soon as I arrived at my residence, I heard my mother-in-law say that there is an invitation from Yixintang. She drank a cup of tea slowly and ate a few more snacks before going out.

Mrs. Wen stared at the door with a sullen face.

"What time is it, why hasn't she come?"

"Perhaps something has delayed it." The little mother replied.

"I think she has no face to face people."

An accident happened to the Wang family, Mrs. Wen was more shocked than anyone else, and more angry than anyone else. She chose such a family of in-laws for Rong'er through thousands of choices, but she didn't expect that Lin Lin would be so upset. It's fine if the three aunts died before, Zuo is just a bad thing for a jealous woman, just split it up. But now this disaster is all over the place, and the whole Wang family is over.

"Tell me how dare the royal family, those people are all officials. It's okay for them to exclude dissidents, why do they want to destroy the whole family. I heard that even Mr. Zhang's mother and pregnant wife were not spared. It's really insane! You said Mrs. Wang...Will she..."

Mrs. Wen didn't dare to ask the second half of the sentence.

She is afraid.

Mo Gou was a little terrified, and when he was terrified, he suddenly looked up, and saw Mrs. Wen standing at the door smiling at her. She was so frightened that she almost lost her wits, and she also trembled.

"You... why didn't you make a sound when you came?"

"The daughter-in-law is afraid that her mother will be angry, so she dare not speak out." Mrs. Wen's words were as gentle and soft as before.

"Why don't you dare!" Mrs. Wen was terrified, and after she calmed down, she felt furious. "Your Wang's family was copied, that's retribution, don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me."

"What my mother said is that they have indeed suffered retribution. The daughter-in-law feels guilty in her heart. She didn't want to drag the Duke's mansion down, and she didn't want the Wen family to be ridiculed. The daughter-in-law is willing to ask herself to go down..."

When Mrs. Wen heard this, she sat up straighter.

Although this happened suddenly, if Wang Shi really did this, she would have to take a high look.

"Our Wen family is not that kind of heartless and ungrateful people, so please don't say such frightening things."

"My mother is kind, and my daughter-in-law is very grateful. The Duke also said the same thing. He said that those things have nothing to do with the daughter-in-law, so that the daughter-in-law can stay in the Duke's mansion with peace of mind."

Mrs. Wen's heart was blocked, and she was unspeakably depressed.

This Wang family!

"Rong'er is the most benevolent, and he will definitely not abandon you at this time. You are Ting Ge'er's mother, even if it is for Ting Ge'er, you should not be in charge of the middle class in the mansion in the future. The power of stewardship is given to the princess."

Mrs. Wen agreed in a low voice without any objection.

The more she is like this, the more depressed Mrs. Wen's heart is.

After she left, Mrs. Wen thought about it over and over again, the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and finally she felt an indescribable fear.

"Does she know the methods you mentioned about the Wang family?"

The face of the little mother changed, "Old madam, do you mean..."

Mrs. Wen suddenly clutched her stomach, whimpering in pain.

"Old lady, what's the matter with you, old lady?"

"Quickly, hurry up and invite the doctor, invite the Duke... and go to the Princess Mansion to invite Brother Yu and his wife..."

When people are in crisis, they can sometimes be surprisingly calm.

Mrs. Wen has never been so clear-headed as at this time, and she actually made the worst plan in a short time. The strange thing is that besides her eldest son, the person she trusts the most subconsciously also has her second grandson and second-grandson-in-law.

After a period of chaos, the doctor and Wen Guogong arrived first.

After the doctor's pulse, he said that Mrs. Wen may have spoiled her stomach, or she may have overdone it.

The food in the Duke's Mansion is naturally extremely delicate, and it is impossible to eat something unclean, so the reason why Mrs. Wen's stomach hurts is most likely due to over-supplementing.

When people are old, sometimes they are most afraid of death.

The same is true for Mrs. Wen, so she has been in the soup recently.

When Wen Yu and Ye Ping arrived, the doctor had left. The old lady had already taken the medicine, and her stomach pain was gone, but she was a little listless, and her complexion was not very good-looking. After a lot of tossing, the old lady was visibly haggard, and there seemed to be several silver strands on her head.

When Ye Ping heard Mammy Xi say that the old lady drank too much ginseng soup, she immediately thought of the smell of ginseng she smelled that day. The smell of ginseng is really strong, no wonder it will be empty and not tonic.

Maybe the old lady felt that she couldn't save face, or maybe she didn't want to see Wen Yu, so she asked both Wen Guogong and Wen Yu to go out, leaving Ye Ping alone.

"Just put a few slices of ginseng when stewing the soup, why is there too much?" Mrs. Wen felt ashamed, and muttered to make amends for herself. She didn't want to bear the reputation of being greedy, and if it spread, her face would be lost.

The little mother also agreed, "It's really a few pieces. The slaves even asked about it, and the doctor said it's all right. Why is there something wrong?"

Ye Ping frowned and asked, "How many slices do you usually put in a soup?"

"It's only three or four slices. The ginseng is hot, and the servant has repeatedly told me." The little mother replied.

How can three or four slices have such a strong ginseng flavor?

When Ye Ping was thinking, Mrs. Wen's voice came from outside, she should have heard the movement and came over by herself.

"I used to pay the most attention to my mother's diet, and I have never made a mistake in these years. I don't know who I learned from my mother recently, and her taste has changed a lot. My mother was very displeased when I said it a few times. No matter how you think about it, your stomach will be ruined."

"this is not your fault."

It was Wen Guogong who said this.

Mrs. Wen's complexion became more and more ugly, and she glanced at Ye Ping.

Ye Ping didn't bother to argue with the old lady, so as not to get angry.

"Grandma's body is so tough, it shouldn't be right?"

Mrs. Wen's heart skipped a beat, and that indescribable uneasiness came to her mind again. She suddenly grabbed Ye Ping's hand, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Ye Ping knew what she was afraid of, and her mood was complicated. The temperament of the old lady is sometimes really unlikable, but sometimes it feels a little pitiful.

"Auntie may not be ignorant of the means of the Wang family. Grandma, you will never be wrong to be more careful in the future. If you are not afraid of ten thousand, you will be afraid of the unexpected."

This is really not scary, after all, there is another hidden story behind the death of the old lady in the book.

Mrs. Wen was already panicking, but she didn't dare to speak out. Now that Ye Ping pointed it out, there was a sudden fear of his guess being verified.

"Pingniang, you...you...do you know something? Don't talk nonsense, kid, don't scare grandma..."

"Grandmother, you miss sister Ruyu."

Thinking of the eldest granddaughter who went crazy and wanted to kill her, Mrs. Wen's pupils grew dilated. That's right, it's a good thing that Mrs. Wang can teach such a daughter.

She got up with a "huh" and rushed out.

"Rong'er, divorce her, soon divorce her!"

"Mother, mother, what's the matter with you?" Wen Guogong frowned, and looked at Ye Ping who came out with displeasure. "Did you say something to your grandmother?"

Ye Ping didn't expect the old lady to rush out, nor did she think that the old lady would yell to divorce Mrs. Wen. She intended to remind the old lady to be careful, but she never thought that the old lady would be so simple and rude, and she would divorce Wen as soon as she came up. lady.

When a son helps his wife but not his own mother, this is something that no mother can accept. The old lady quit immediately, "What do you mean? Is your mother a three-year-old child? What kind of family is the Wang family? means?"

Mrs. Wen's face turned pale, her eyes full of grievances.

"My lord, you should let the concubine go down."

The room suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Mrs. Wen.

I have to say that Mrs. Wen's move is good.

If the Wen family didn't want to be poked at the spine and scolded, they would not have divorced Mrs. Wen at this time anyway. What's more, Mrs. Wen still has a talisman, which is her own son Wen Tingzhi.

Wen Tingzhi also came, with a gloomy expression on his face. When Wen Guogong asked Mrs. Wen if Ye Ping had said something, he also looked at Ye Ping with unkind eyes, and the gloom in his eyes was even worse.

"Siblings, what did you say to grandma just now?"

"Brother is questioning me?"

Wen Yu didn't say a word, and stood beside Ye Ping with a cold face, his protective posture was self-evident.

Wen Tingzhi's chest was suffocated, and his fists could not help but clenched.

Since he was a child, he seemed to be inferior to this cousin in every way. Obviously he was the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion, but his father even wanted to give up the title of the Duke's Mansion to his cousin more than once.

His mother told him to bear it, but he could only endure it all the time.

He thought that he could finally overwhelm the other party in matters of marriage, but he didn't expect Princess Qingyang to look gentle and generous, but in fact...he looked down on people very much, and in the boudoir, he also held the airs of the princess high above her.

In terms of status, he is the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion. His wife didn't say that she wanted to flatter him, at least she should have respect for him. Funer's depression is the most embarrassing thing for a man, and it is also the most annoying and resentful.

Half an hour ago, he once again swept the interest of the princess. The princess looked at him as if he was looking at a waste, that kind of sarcasm and contempt made people feel ashamed. What made him even more embarrassed was the last sentence the princess said.

The princess said: "I thought you were just inferior to the king of the county. I didn't expect that one is Yulong Dao and the other is soft dough. If I knew you were so useless, even if you married a guard in the palace, it would be better than you." Marry you strong."

What a shameless bitch!

Could it be that that **** has an affair not only with his cousin, but also with the guards of Prince Zhang's Mansion? Otherwise, how could you say such a thing!

Isn't Wen Yu better than him in everything?

The depression in his eyes became crazy, and the fear in his heart became excited because of this madness.

"I'm not questioning you, I'm asking you. For a woman like you, I have reason to question. After all, you have shown off your **** in front of me more than once..."

Before he could finish speaking, he flew out. It hit the pillar first, and then fell heavily to the ground. His brain was bumping here and there, and he felt that his brain was shaking.

"you…"

Wen Yu stepped on his heart, and every word was like a knife, "Look, die."