Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 214

When I returned to Beijing this time, everything changed.

It turned out that the mother was gone and the entire Hou Mansion was completely changed beyond recognition.

She turned to Chen Yuan with an angry look, "This Marquis Mansion has no rules. A palace guard is just a servant, and he dares to block the master's way!"

We can only take it out on Fu Wei!

Chen Yuan stood there indifferently with his arms crossed, not responding at all, as if he was deaf to anyone's accusations.

His deep gaze followed the dark green girl, as if there was only this color in the world and nothing else could be seen.

Then he saw her pause slightly, stepped into the carriage with one foot, and put the other foot on the horse stool. She turned her head and said lightly, "I'm afraid Mrs. Qiu is mistaken. Chen Yuan is not a palace guard, let alone you." The servant you are talking about is not the master of anyone in the Hou Mansion!"

After saying that, she turned around indifferently and got into the carriage.

She is protecting him. The corners of Chen Yuan's mouth were slightly raised, and there was an almost invisible blush on his cold white skin.

Shi Wanqing was angry, very angry, and her whole body was shaking with anger, "Shi Anxia, ​​you will regret it!"

"Then let me learn Mrs. Qiu's methods!" Shi Anxia sat firmly in the carriage, his voice like an oriole coming out of the valley, "Brother, get in the carriage quickly, we are going to be late. Old Master Huang is still waiting."

Shi Yunqi responded. When he passed by Shi Wanqing, he paused and said gently to Qiu Zhiyan next to him, "Master Qiu, I hope I can meet you in Doushi."

Qiu Zhiyan's whole body trembled slightly when he heard this.

Shi Wanqing sneered, "Ignorant!" Waiting to see how her son vents his anger for her!

You must step on Tang Chujun’s face and rub it on the ground! This was the confidence given by her son.

Without the constraints of the carriage, she let go of her accusations, "Is this the rule Tang Chujun taught you? If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked! The guards do not have the look of a house guard, the young master does not have the look of a young master, and the girl does not have the look of a girl. Look!”

Shi Yunqi smiled slightly and bent down to get into the carriage.

Shi Wanqing had a dark face and reprimanded unwillingly, "Shi Anxia, ​​I think Tang Chujun has taught you that you are so ignorant of etiquette, so you can't even hope to marry into a good family."

Separated by a layer of curtains, Shi An Xia's lazy and indifferent voice came from inside, "I would like to lend you your kind words."

As these four words were spoken, the curtains rose, and the carriage window with beautifully carved railings slowly opened, and a cup of warm tea poured out, pouring onto Shi Wanqing's head.

Shi Wanqing's eyes widened in disbelief, standing trembling in the wind.

Shi Anxia said, "Speak as you say. I hate it when people say something bad about my mother and my brother in front of me. I don't like to teach people how to behave, but some people can't do it without teaching."

Shi Wanqing let out an earth-shattering cry, "Ah! Ahhh! Shi Anxia!"

Shi Anxia looked at Shi Wanqing like a clown, "The mistress of the house doesn't look like a mistress of the house. I don't know how your Qiu Mansion can accommodate such a mistress."

Shi Wanqing had the heart to eat her niece, and wanted to rush into the carriage and beat someone, but her son Qiu Zhiyan hugged her.

Qiu Zhiyan advised, "Mother, forget it, it's important to light the knot. It will be too late later. Wen Cang Academy waits for no one."

Shi Wanqing stared at her son, hating her son for not standing up for her. But he also knew that if he delayed any longer, he would miss Wen Cang Academy's midnight time.

At that time, Anxia's carriage was moving steadily, and Chen Yuan rode a tall horse to accompany him.

Followed by a carriage, carrying Bei Hui and others as well as a large number of gifts.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the tea on Shi Wanqing's head and face slipped into her neck. It was bitingly cold, and her eyes were so red that they almost bled, "Yan'er! You have to strive for success! You must surpass Shi Yunqi and win this year's top pick. !”

Qiu Zhiyan's heart trembled violently again, and a feeling of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

He lowered his head and said softly, "Mom, could the 'Old Master Huang' my cousin called me be the great scholar Huang Wanqian?"