After rebirth, I married the emperor's uncle and overthrew my ex-husband's kingdom

"Husband!"

Ever since Aunt Qiao entered the mansion as a concubine, Bai Yanlang had never scolded her so harshly in public.

She stared at Bai Yanlang as if struck by lightning, and tears instantly burst out.

"If you have nothing to do, go back to your own courtyard. From tomorrow on, follow the rules and serve the mistress."

Bai Yanlang felt distressed when he saw her crying so heartbrokenly, but when he thought about the chaos and unrest in his second house, he hardened his heart and decided not to visit Aunt Qiao and her daughter anymore.

He is not upright in his conduct and has poor personal morals!

If you want to cultivate your personal morals, you must establish yourself!

I warned myself three times in my heart.

Aunt Qiao knew him best. When she saw the determination in his eyes, she knew that he had made up his mind. Her slender body immediately began to shake.

Bai Youyou and Lu looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Mrs. Lu had no idea what Bai Yanlang was up to, so she said angrily, "Did a donkey kick your head? You just want to make trouble for me every day."

"You've always been the one saying that our second wife is not a wife, and our concubine is not a concubine. Now that I've put things right, why are you blaming me?"

Bai Yanlang was so angry that he grabbed the peeled peanuts in front of her and stuffed them into his mouth. It was too late for Lu to stop him. She gritted her teeth and punched him, "If you want to eat it, peel it yourself!"

"I love eating the ones you peel."

Bai Yanlang said this shamelessly, and when he saw Lu's face twisted with anger, his depressed mood suddenly became better.

Pain can indeed be transferred.

Aunt Qiao watched them flirting, her cheek muscles stiffened and her heart seemed to be strangled by a string.

Just as she raised her hand to touch her forehead, Bai Youyou's calm voice suddenly rang out: "Aunt Qiao, go back, or you will faint later."

Aunt Qiao's body swayed a bit, and when she met her half-smile, she couldn't faint anymore.

She clutched the handkerchief tightly in her hand and pulled the corners of her mouth forcefully, "Then I will not disturb the master and the mistress."

Aunt Qiao left, and Bai Yaoyao had to follow her.

Without them, Bai Yanlang immediately felt much more at ease.

He smiled and took a piece of soap wrapped in yellow colored paper and showed it to Lu. "This is the soap sold by Yun Ni Fang. I personally queued for a long time to buy it just for you."

Mrs. Lu paused while peeling peanuts. She didn't look at the soap but glanced at her daughter.

"You definitely don't know how useful this thing is. I'll teach you how to use it."

Bai Yanlang volunteered to go to the Lu family's special washstand. Just as he was about to take the copper basin to fetch water, he saw two bars of soap piled on the washstand.

It was twice as big as the one in his hand...

Seeing him come out with an embarrassed look on his face, Mrs. Lu rarely refrained from mocking him.

"This thing is very useful, Yang Momo, put it away."

Yang Momo walked over and took the soap from Bai Yanlang's hand, smiling and saying, "Master, you are so thoughtful. Madam said yesterday that this thing is useful, and I was just thinking of buying a few pieces to stock up."

"is it?"

Bai Yanlang immediately took advantage of the situation and laughed out loud, "Then my wife and I are really in sync."

"Who is in tune with you? You are such a bad person!"

Lu rolled her eyes at him speechlessly.

If that thing belonged to her daughter, she would rub his face with soap right now to see how thick-skinned he was!

At night, the wind howled and the window frames were banging.

When I woke up in the morning, snowflakes began to fall sparsely.

Lu took the silver and asked someone to go to Xunbao Tower to buy a top-quality Wenchang brush. She also packed up the set of four treasures of the study that Bai Yanlang asked Li He to bring, and was preparing to send it to the Qi family.

Bai Luochuan walked in with a head covered in snow, his eyes still bloodshot.

"Mom, where is my sister?"

Mrs. Lu was busy counting things and said without even looking up, "Oh, your sister went out for something."

Bai Luochuan looked at the Wenchang pen wrapped in red silk on the table. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Mom, is Qi Yue really going to take Dean Kong as her teacher?"

"Well, your sister went to the Kong family yesterday and said that the test questions were set by Mr. Kong himself. It was also because of Qi Yue's brilliant writing skills that he won his favor."

Seeing that it was getting late, Lu said a few words to him and then took Yang Momo to Qi's house.

Bai Luochuan held a rectangular brocade box in his hand and looked listlessly in the direction they left, without moving for a long time.

He went to the Hairpin House yesterday and picked out a pearl hairpin. He had thought that he would come here today to ease the relationship with his fourth sister and ask her to give him another chance...

now--

The chance is completely gone!

Overwhelmed by endless regret, he slumped weakly into his chair.

Seeing him drooping his shoulders and looking completely lost, Zimo walked up to him and whispered, "Master, the fourth young lady was saved by Dean Yu Kong. There will always be opportunities in the future."

Bai Luochuan's voice was hoarse, "But I broke my promise first..."

"You and the Fourth Miss are very close siblings. The Fourth Miss may be angry with you for a moment, but how can she be angry with you forever? Go back and ask Madam to mediate. The Fourth Miss is the most filial to Madam, and she will not ignore you."

"Besides, Madam always said she would not care about you, but when the time came, she never really did not care about you." Zimo glanced outside the house, "Didn't you promise Master Sun yesterday to meet at the lakeside cottage in the north of the city to listen to the wind and enjoy the snow? It's getting late now."

Bai Luochuan thought about it and realized that his own mother had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, so if he begged, he would always get what he wanted.

He breathed a sigh of relief, placed the brocade box in his hand on the table, stood up and walked out.

The sky is dark.

The snow outside the house was blown by the cold wind and hit Qiao Bing's face. He was holding a large gray cloth bag in his arms.

When he arrived at the thatched cottage in the west of the city, he stopped an old man in black clothes with patches all over his body and asked, "Uncle, do you know where the home of Liang Wenchang, the scholar Liang, is?"

The old man gathered his sleeves and looked him up and down. Looking at the raised edges of the package in his arms, he smiled and asked, "Are you a classmate of Liang Xiucai?"

Qiao Bing nodded, "Well, I'll bring him some things."

The old man pointed to a small thatched house at the northernmost end and said, "Liang Xiucai's home is right there, the most dilapidated one."

"Thank you sir."

Qiao Bing thanked him and was about to leave. The old man stretched out his cracked hand to hold him, "Mr. Liang's drunkard father was released from prison yesterday, and now he is torturing Mr. Liang at home. I see that you are well dressed, if you have the ability, please help him, he is a poor child."

"it is good."

Qiao Bing nodded without thinking.

He always thought that Liang Wenchang's father just loved drinking and gambling. When he went over and saw the scene in the thatched hut, his eyes widened suddenly.

"Liang Wenchang!!!"