Wen Yan and Huo Yixiao's carriage were right in front of the carriage.

After lifting the curtain, Wen Yan quietly took a look back.

Wen Zifu was really sad. The powerlessness and pain that came from the sadness made people feel extremely moved.

Even Wen Yan designed this purpose, which made people see the restraint, compromise and silent protest of Ding'an Hou Mansion in this storm, and the heart was also sore by Wen Zifu's true feelings.

In front of others, Wen Zifu rarely loses his composure.

It was when my whole body was trembling with anger, but my face was almost impossible.

The last time, it was because I was drunk and howled so hard that my family was in charge of the affairs, and the women didn't even see it.

"Second uncle," Wen Yan said, his voice was a little hoarse. She knew that it was called by Wen Zifu, "Grandmother said that he was not good at performing skills, isn't that good?"

Huo Yixiao laughed "ho": "Do you tell me about the inside story to my second uncle?"

Wen Yan curled her lips and angrily glanced at her sweetheart.

She doesn't say it.

She was stunned by his second uncle and could not show any grief. She probably had to bring him two pots of wine.

Wen Yan got off the car, walked to Wen Zifu, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

Wen Zifu didn't care about him, and his whole mood was immersed in his memories of the past.

Wen Yan said, "When I was a child, I also recited the Three Character Classic in front of this book. So did Brother Zhang. He was young at that time, so his father held him and held his hand to teach him to write."

Actually, it's not considered writing.

Writing is like practicing qigong. Whether standing or sitting, you have to straighten your hands.

The wrists are strong and the writing is not relaxed.

How old was Zhang Ge'er at that time?

He is shorter than a desk.

You can't stand, and you can't reach it while sitting.

Wen Ziliang hugged him, saying that he was writing, but he was actually playing tricks.

One big and one small, making the face and hands full of ink.

My mother hugged Brother Zhang to wash her hands laughingly. Brother Zhang held the basin and refused to let someone pour water.

He said: "Su Dongpo can wash the water in a pond, and I also need to wash it."

Wen Yan was overjoyed: "That was Wang Xizhi."

Brother Zhang was pointed out as a mistake, his little face turned red, but he was still holding his basin tightly.

The father also laughed and teased him, "My grandfather has a pool at home. Brother Zhang and his cousin practice calligraphy together, and they will be able to wash away the blackmail soon."

Brother Zhang was explained and told him to pour the basin of water into the pool of grandfather's grandfather's house first.

The people in the room were laughing happily.

The smiles at that time are still far away now...

Wen Yanyuan was so astringent that Wen Zifu was sore. When he recalled the old things, his eyes were red.

Wen Zifu didn't care about the decentness of the official master at this moment. He bent over and crawled under the desk, pointing to Wen Yan: "The word 'Zhihuzhe' is engraved here, which was done by your third uncle when he was a child.

He was forced to recite the book in the study room, and he could not go out to play until he finished memorizing it. He became annoyed and spread his temper. He took a carving knife and made trouble under the desk.

Your grandfather discovered it, and he hit him so hard that he hid behind your father...

That's all, it's all from many years ago, they're still there, now, you're your uncle and I..."

Wen Zifu held the legs of the desk and cried in silence.

Wen Yan lowered her head, tears fell down.

She knew that the words were engraved on the desk and had asked her father before.

My father kept smiling with his eyes bent over and kept smiling. He probably wanted to leave some decentness to the elders for the "third uncle" who was not familiar with at the time, and did not say it carefully.

Until now, Wen Yan didn't know the past.

This cry made the people who were following him feel sad.

Laughing and crying, two emotions, will attract people.

The little lady's tears are common, but how many people have seen the high-ranking official cry?

Previously, everyone felt that Ding'an Marquis' Mansion was forced to be too much by Princess Wanyang, but no matter how it was, it was the nobles' business.

Even if you have a beautiful place to come, it is still a wealthy family. You can watch the fun, but you are not as pitiful as the people of Xiaofu Hutong who are almost burned.

Now, it's a little different.

The wealthy Marquis' Mansion also sounds the same as an ordinary family.

The child is suppressed to study. He will make trouble when he is naughty, asks for help from his brother, and the father will also beat the child.

Noisy and vivid, like their ordinary lives.

Now, my father has been gone for many years, and my mother is the old lady they met that day. She has obvious illness and her elder brother has passed away...

Without the protection of the eldest son and elder brother, the widowed mother, son, grandchildren, and were bullied.

It’s not that the two younger brothers below are not good at it. They are both high-ranking officials in the yamen, but for the Marquis’ Mansion, they are considered to be down and out?

In the end, I was bullied so hard that I couldn't raise my head.

Someone whispered.

"The camphor wood box and wood carving are probably old things that have been passed down from ancestors. People are gone, so take them back and leave them for a thought."

"Even the emperor can't control the princess, he can only compensate Ding'an Marquis' Mansion in this way."

"Well! What kind of compensation is to silence and give some benefits, so that the Hou Mansion will stop making trouble and suffer this loss honestly."

"Yes, as a result, you can see that the Marquis' Mansion doesn't care about gold, silver and jade at all. Just use their own old things to indicate what it means? It means that they are not convinced!"

"It turned out to be something that was confiscated from his own home. Speaking of which, no matter how the case of Pingxihou was calculated, it would not have been counted on the Wen family. Lord Wen's elder brother could not let go of Yue's family and his wife and went to die generously."

"What is this saying?"

"Mrs. Hou said that day, 'The eldest son refused to live with the eldest princess'. Think about it, when the eldest princess couldn't recruit a son-in-law, Wen Hanlin became the East Bed of the Xia family. The husband and wife were harmonious. Can the eldest princess not hate the daughter of the Xia family to death?"

"Yes, yes! You can tell what kind of temperament you are like when you are a mother, and the eldest princess must not be with the Xia family."

"The Xia family has a grand tutor, and it's only then that's calm. Once something happens to Taifu Xia, the eldest princess will be... right?"

"I just said, why did Wen Hanlin ignore his mother and children and must advance and retreat with his Yue family and his brother-in-law? It turns out that there is still this thing in it. If he and the eldest princess bow their heads, he will be alive, but his reputation will be completely ruined."

"It's not only my father-in-law, but also my mentor. He is a teacher for one day and a father for life. He is said to be half a son, but in fact he is the same as his son."

"If you abandon your wife and ask for life, you can't do anything with some backbone."

"Yes, Mrs. Hou is so strong and upright. She knows that her son is living a life of silence. That's even more than a white-haired man who gives her a black-haired man."

Every word you and I were talking, all the time was pressing, but it gradually spread.

Agui stood in the crowd and added a few words from time to time.

This is his job, which leads to the fun and string together everything.

To put it bluntly, it is incitement.
Chapter completed!