Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

Yan Heng held Xia Xiaorou's face and kissed her deeply and lightly, then undressed her and moved her clothes down to her waist and belly.

Xia Xiaorou wouldn't give in any further.

Her face was pale and her whole body was shaking. "Not today, Mr. Yan, you...please let me go. Please."

Yan Heng looked at her for a while without blinking, and did not go any further.

But he didn't let go of her hands.

If Ji Qingchen hadn't been screaming outside the garden, saying that if Yan Heng didn't go out to see him, he would kick the door in, her hands would probably have been broken from exhaustion.

Ji Qingchen was shouting outside, asking to take a bath in Yan Heng's bathtub.

Yan Heng's personal belongings are never lent to anyone else except herself.

What’s more, a bathtub is a more personal item?

Ji Qingchen wanted to use Yan Heng's bathtub, which was a big taboo for Yan Heng.

Yan Heng finished the scene, cleaned up with Xia Xiaorou, put on a new robe, and walked out of the garden gate with a gloomy face.

"Ji Qingchen, get out of here!"

"I don't want to leave! You're the only place in this village that I like. I don't want to go anywhere else. Oh, by the way, I remembered another message that Fourth Miss Wen asked me to tell you. Do you want to hear it? Don't blame me if you regret it if you don't."

Yan Heng didn't bother to pay attention to Ji Qingchen, and didn't even glance at him. She put her hands behind her back and walked towards the small study next to the big study.

Thinking that Song Yuan was still waiting there, Xia Xiaorou was worried about the child and had to follow him.

Ji Feiyang shamelessly chased after Yan Heng, "Yan Heng, where are you going?"

When several people arrived at the small study, Song Yuan, who was learning to write, immediately stood up and stood straight.

He first greeted Yan Heng, then called Xia Xiaorou "godmother". When he saw Ji Qingchen, he didn't know how to address him, so he just bowed and said nothing.

Yan Heng walked up to him, picked up the words he wrote, took a look, and nodded to Xia Xiaorou, "Come here and learn with him."

Ji Qingchen laughed, "Yan Heng, why are you as perverted as before? She is a dressing maid who can't even read a few words, and you want her to learn to write? Isn't this embarrassing?"

Yan Heng still ignored Ji Qingchen and only looked at Xia Xiaorou.

Xia Xiaorou pursed her lips, walked to the table, picked up a pen, and wrote the word "Zhao" on Song Yuan's copybook.

She didn't dare to reveal that she could write, so she deliberately wrote her words as childish and ugly as Song Yuan's.

To be honest, her hands were so weak at the moment that she couldn't hold the pen tightly.

Sure enough, after she finished writing, Ji Qingchen burst into laughter, "Why does it look like a chicken's claw crawling over it? It's so ugly."

Yan Heng's face was so dark that it looked like ink.

Xia Xiaorou lowered her eyes and said, "I can't write. I haven't learned it."

Yan Heng pulled out a copybook from the bookshelf and placed it in front of Xia Xiaorou. "From today on, you will learn calligraphy with Song Yuan."

Ji Qingchen blinked, "Yan Heng, you are really free. You actually taught the maid to write? Are you okay?"

Yan Heng glanced at him indifferently and walked towards the large study next door.

Ji Qingchen quickly followed, "Yan Heng, where are you going again?"

The door of the large study over there was closed, blocking the sound of the two people talking.

Xia Xiaorou put the pen down and rubbed her wrist.

Song Yuan exhaled and looked up at Xia Xiaorou, "Godmother, your hands will feel sore when you first learn to write. If you write more, they won't feel sore anymore. This is what Mr. Yan said."

How could Xia Xiaorou's hands be sore from writing? Her hands were sore from doing other things.

She smiled, "I see."

He was very familiar with Yan Heng's temper. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would ask her to learn how to write.

It seemed that she could write and learn literature, and could govern the country and make him an emperor.

-

In the large study, Yan Heng looked at Ji Qingchen with cold eyes, "Did the mother and son ask you to come and monitor me?"

Ji Qingchen spread his hands and said, "It's unfair, Yan Heng, we are cousins ​​after all."

Yan Heng sneered, "You and the one in the palace are cousins, and your mother and I are cousins, so in terms of kinship, we are a little apart."

Ji Qingchen scratched his head, "But you and I grew up together, and I only know the one in the palace. Besides, she is a generation older than me. Even if we are close, I am not familiar with her."

"Stop talking nonsense and just say what you want to say!" Yan Heng swung his sleeves impatiently.

Ji Qingchen scratched his head and could only say, "The Queen Mother means that you should marry the Fourth Miss Wen."

"Thank you." Yan Heng lifted the hem of her robe and sat on the rocking chair. She said in a cold voice, "Go back and tell her that my fiancée died last year and I am in mourning. It is not appropriate for me to get married now."

Ji Qingchen twitched his lips, "Yan Heng, are you okay? When I arranged a marriage for you, you were not happy at all and refused to meet Miss Sang. Now she has suddenly passed away and you are mourning for her? What kind of mourning are you doing?"

"I'd love to." Yan Heng raised his eyebrows and smiled coldly.

Ji Qingchen cupped his hands towards him and said teasingly, "Okay, okay, you can enjoy it if you like. You are so interesting, why do you have to bear the title of a widower for no reason?"

Yan Hengfei rolled his eyes at him, looking as if he didn't want to say anything more.

-

It was not until the evening that Yan Heng let Xia Xiaorou and Song Yuan go home.

When Zhu Yun sent them to the outside of the manor, Xia Xiaorou said to Zhu Yun, "Song Yuan can't come tomorrow. Please tell Mr. Yan."

Zhu Yun asked, "Why? Mr. Yan meant that Song Yuan is young and needs to study hard."

"The New Year is coming soon. Song Yuan's family needs to prepare New Year's goods, and there are relatives to visit." Xia Xiaorou made an excuse.

You can learn to write at home, there is no need to come to Yanyuan every day.

Zhu Yun nodded, "I will tell my husband, but I can't guarantee whether he agrees or not."

Xia Xiaorou held Song Yuan's hand and went home.

Chu Xianyun, who was sitting at the door, saw them coming back and gestured to Xia Xiaorou nervously, "Cui Xi is here."

Song Yuan shook off Xia Xiaorou's hand and ran into the house, "Humph, is she going to beat her godmother? I'll go ask her."

"What is she doing here?" Xia Xiaorou narrowed her eyes.

Chu Xianyun frowned and gestured, "She didn't say anything, but she kept asking if you go to Yanyuan often recently."

Xia Xiaorou sneered. What was Song Cuixi trying to do?

After entering the main house, Song Cuixi saw Xia Xiaorou coming back and said directly, "Are you going to Yanyuan tomorrow?"

Xia Xiaorou raised her eyebrows, "No."

"Don't you go to Yanyuan often? Why don't you go tomorrow? If you go, take me with you." Song Cuixi bit her lip and said.

Xia Xiaorou looked at Song Cuixi and squinted her eyes. She found that Song Cuixi was dressed very differently today than usual.

In the past, Song Cuixi didn’t dress up much, and her hair and clothes were always messy.

Today I put some rouge on my face and wore a few more velvet flowers on my head.

The clothes were also new and bright red.

The strange dress made Xia Xiaorou a little more alert.

"I go there often. Do I have to go tomorrow?" Xia Xiaorou sneered, "You want to go to Yanyuan? Why don't you go by yourself? The gate is open all day long."