After the female supporting role is quickly put on, she is full of charm

Madam Yang at the side also said, "Yes, sister, Liu'er has a lively personality and is not as good as you said."

"Now I'm nineteen years old, I'm already considered an old girl."

Mrs. Yang has been very worried in the past two years.

Yang Liu'er has high standards and doesn't like ordinary men.

Other girls become mothers at the age of seventeen or eighteen, but Yang Liu'er has not yet married.

Listening to Madam Yang's humble words, the old lady rolled her eyes at her.

"What do you mean by an old maid, you ignorant thing?"

"I think you've been in the remote countryside for too long. Your brain is really not working well anymore."

"Why did you study so much back then? Aren't you still living in the countryside now?"

"A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent, just like you and me. It's useless to study a lot if we are unlucky. Women just need to marry well and live well."

In fact, the old lady and Mrs. Yang are only a few years apart in age.

Back then, when the old marquis was not yet rich, the Yang family was much wealthier than the An family.

Everyone says that the old lady is not as good as Madam Yang.

I never thought that things would go so differently over the next thirty years.

Now when Madam Yang sees the old lady, she has to show great respect.

The old lady has been proud of this over the years and just felt that she had let out a great sigh of relief.

You are good at looking and studying, but what’s the use of being full of books?

Isn't it still your own life?

Faced with the pride in the old lady's eyes, Mrs. Yang's smile was a little stiff.

She doesn't think she has a bad life.

Quite the opposite.

She and County Magistrate Yang supported each other and had a very loving relationship.

But in front of her daughter, the old lady was so blunt and sarcastic.

It really makes Mrs. Yang lose face.

Seeing her mother being ridiculed, Yang Liuer felt angry.

The initial joy faded, but one had to maintain superficial respect.

Madam Yang replied dryly, "Sister is right..."

"Humph."

The old lady turned her head and looked at Yang Liuer.

"I like you very much, but you can't be like your mother, with your head full of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and end up having poor taste when you get married."

"My belly is still not doing well. I have only given birth to a few daughters in these years."

"But I believe in your belly. You will definitely be able to give birth to a son in the future."

Yang Liuer felt uncomfortable all over.

I am like a piece of pork, and people can pick and choose whether I am fat or thin.

But she thought of the splendor of the Marquis's Mansion.

She still suppressed the discomfort in her heart and forced herself to put on a sweet smile.

"Liu Er understands."

Just then, the voice of a servant was heard outside.

An Yuanheng appeared at the door, her face was as pretty as a flower, her eyes were sad, as if she was worried about something.

But it makes women even more obsessed.

Yang Liuer met An Yuanheng when she was a child.

In her memory, An Yuanheng was a gentleman and an elegant man, simply the man of her dreams.

Once upon a time, Yang Liuer fantasized about how great it would be if she could marry An Yuanheng.

In particular, the old lady sent news that she wanted Yang Liuer to marry An Yuanheng.

It’s a pity that this matter has come to nothing.

There was a noble mansion seeking marriage.

When Yang Liuer met an ordinary family later, she naturally looked down on them.

If I marry An Yuanheng, what's the harm in enduring temporary humiliation?

Yang Liu'er's face flushed as she held her handkerchief.

"Mother."

When she saw her son, the old lady introduced him enthusiastically.

"Heng'er, this is your aunt, and your cousin Liu'er."

"You played together when you were little, I wonder if you still remember."

An Yuanheng, who is in his twenties, doesn't remember much about his childhood.

But looking at the delicate-looking woman in front of him.

He couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

She has the beauty of a young girl, yet there is a hint of charm in the corners of her eyes.

She is truly a beauty in the world.

An Yuanheng became somewhat interested.

"It's a long journey, are you tired, cousin?"

Unexpectedly, An Yuanheng took the initiative to talk to her, and Yang Liuer's heart was pounding.

Her eyes were rippling and she twisted her waist.

"Thank you for your concern, cousin. With your concern, Liu'er doesn't feel tired at all."

Such a blatant show of goodwill.

An Yuanheng, who has seen countless women, knows this better than anyone else.

My cousin seems to like me.

The old lady was delighted to hear this, and immediately waved her hand and said, "Heng'er, take Liu'er to the yard for a walk, and stay for dinner later."

"You can't bully Liu'er."

An Yuanheng was very aware of this obvious interference.

Look at the other person's delicate and beautiful face.

An Yuanheng did not refuse.

"Yes, mother."

Wait until An Yuanheng takes Yang Liuer away.

Madam Yang looked at the old lady anxiously.

"Sister, the Marquis has a wife. Are you planning to make Liu'er a concubine?"

Mrs. Yang had no idea about this before she brought her daughter to Beijing.

The old lady wants Yang Liuer and An Yuanheng to be together.

The old lady in the letter just said that she wanted to find a husband for Yang Liuer.

Neither Madam Yang nor Magistrate Yang would allow Yang Liu'er to become a concubine.

Even if they have to eat coarse food and live a very tight life.

But I have no idea of ​​clinging to fame and fortune.

The old lady adjusted her cuffs and glanced at Madam Yang with disdain.

"I am Liu'er's biological aunt, how could I harm her?"

Before Mrs. Yang could breathe a sigh of relief.

The old lady continued, "Just let her win Heng'er's heart first, and when Wang falls, I will help her get the upper hand."

"Or do you want to be a concubine?"

I could hear the reluctance in Mrs. Yang's tone.

The old lady snorted coldly, "Why are you aiming at becoming a concubine? You are so short-sighted."

"One moment of patience means a lifetime of being a marquis."

"Your Yang family is already marrying up to our Changyuan Marquis Mansion, and you still want to do it without paying anything?"

After hearing this, Madam Yang's face turned pale and she looked a little shaky.

County Magistrate Yang and his wife, Madam Yang, loved Yang Liu'er the most.

I also thought about finding a son-in-law, so that I wouldn't have to worry about Yang Liuer being wronged when she gets married.

"No, sister, we never thought of taking Liu'er as a concubine."

Faced with Mrs. Yang's refusal, the old lady was very unhappy.

The drooping eyelids showed bitterness.

His sharp eyes fell on Madam Yang.

As expected, he is sarcastic as soon as he opens his mouth.

"Bah, you are such a hypocrite. I am fond of Yang Liu'er, so your Yang family should be very grateful. How can you be so picky?"

"My son is handsome and has a noble bearing. I don't know how many women have fallen in love with him."

"If Liu'er wasn't beautiful and had a good figure, I wouldn't bother to say another word to you."

Facing the old lady's humiliation.

Mrs. Yang still firmly refused.

"My husband and I will never allow Liu'er to be a concubine."

"Good good."

The old lady laughed angrily.

"But this is not your decision. You should ask Liu'er what she thinks."

"You know, Liu'er is already nineteen years old. She has waited for our Heng'er for so many years. Maybe she will have to wait another ten or twenty years."

"Can you stop it?"

Announce to the public that Yang Liu'er looks down on others.

In fact, everyone in the know knows it.

Yang Liuer is still thinking about An Yuanheng.

At this moment, Mrs. Yang was silent.

In the garden of the Marquis' Mansion, An Yuanheng took Yang Liuer to visit the garden.

The two of them locked eyes from time to time, as if they were about to draw a line.