After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

The nanny originally wanted to persuade Miao not to go against the master.

The master is the patriarch and the head of the family, why should he do this?

Miao smiled bitterly: "Yun Ting has risked his life to save the girl, isn't he pleased?"

"If it were me, or Master Yun Ting, during the fire that day, we would have calmly arranged for rescue efforts instead of losing our minds and risking our lives."

The latter sentence was said somewhat coldly.

But the fact is that Yun Ting is suppressed by such a big family, so he will protect himself and put his clan first.

After all, the Jin family lost both the clan leader and the young master at the same time, which was a major blow.

And this kind of Yun Ting is what Jin Ke wants.

Living entirely for the clan, without considering oneself at all.

But she couldn't bear it. She couldn't bear to see her sister's son become a puppet of the Jin clan. She wanted him to be a flesh-and-blood person.

My sister wouldn't agree either.

If Jin Ke hadn't been so focused on the clan and not acted like a husband at all, how could he have forced his sister to become depressed and die so early?

The nanny didn't know how to respond for a moment. The ancestral hall became quiet, with only the sound of incense burning.

There was clearly not a breath of wind in the ancestral hall, but the incense was flying towards the tablet.

In the East Courtyard, Jin Yunting had been lying in bed for several days. Perhaps it was because he saw the little girl today that he felt restless and didn't want to lie on the couch anymore.

He supported his heavy body and sat down at the desk with difficulty.

When the servant saw this, he didn't dare to persuade him. He just took the cloak and tied it on the young master. He also brought a brazier and placed it in a corner near the desk.

The brazier is burning the best silver charcoal, which not only has no smoky smell, but also has a refreshing fragrance like plum blossoms.

Other wealthy families would calculate their use of this kind of carbon, but Jin Yunting has unlimited supply every winter.

He unfolded a blank piece of paper, and the servant ground it unconsciously.

Jin Yunting picked up the pen, but didn't know what to write for a moment.

"Is Changfu back?"

"Master, not yet." The servant said hurriedly.

Changfu was the servant who followed Jin Yunting into the sea of ​​fire. Although he was loyal and brave, he failed to protect his master and was considered to have failed in his duty.

The master took the man away a few days ago. I'm afraid he was punished a lot and I don't know if he is still alive.

"Let him come back and serve in the afternoon."

Jin Yunting said calmly without even frowning.

Obviously, he knew what happened to Changfu.

He asked for the person to be returned, actually he wanted to save Changfu's life.

"Yes." The servant's voice was filled with joy unconsciously.

His name is Changlu. He entered the mansion with Changfu. The two of them have been with the young master for many years, so their relationship is naturally close.

Jin Yunting's thoughts had drifted far away.

My father interrogated Changfu. One of the Jin family's secret guards died that day. He had a high fever and was dying, and it had been a few days.

But Jin did not take any action, and did not even urge Jingzhao Prefecture to solve the case.

Of course, he was implicated in the fire in the teahouse, or was actively involved. This case originally had nothing to do with their Jin family.

But he is the young master of the Jin family. Given his status and respect, it is normal for the Jin family to be furious, scold the Jingzhao Prefecture for being incompetent, vent their anger on Fang Nanzhi, and fight to the death against the arsonist...

It’s not that Jin Yunting is too confident. Only the Jin family can do such unreasonable things.

He is a sickly person, but he can sit firmly on the position of young master and not be looked down upon by outsiders. Isn't it all because of the Jin family's rude and overbearing attitude in matters concerning him over the years?

This time, my father and the clan did nothing, which was very strange.

He was in a daze for the past few days and had no time to think, but now, Jin Yunting has a bad feeling.

"Go to your seventh uncle and tell him I'm craving the lotus seed soup made by his chef."

Jin Yunting ordered in a deep voice.

"By the way, I want to know what Uncle Seventh has been doing lately. How come he didn't even come to see me when I was seriously ill?"

Just listening to these words, it sounds like a younger generation is acting like a spoiled child or throwing a tantrum towards a close elder.

But the young master's tone was calm.

The servant understood the implication of the young master's words and knew that he wanted to know what the Seventh Master had been busy with recently.

"Yes, I'll go right away." Changlu responded, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he called a servant into the house to serve him before he went out.

Jin Yunting was feeling uneasy, so he just practiced calligraphy.

The ink dripped onto the paper, spreading across a large area, but he didn't care at all and continued writing.

It was quiet outside the window, and the only sound inside the house was the rustling of papers.

In less than half a minute, a series of footsteps were heard outside. The person in the lead walked with the gait of a dragon or a tiger, but when he reached the door, he became more restrained.

"Crench!"

The door opened and it was Jin Ke who came in.

He is tall, with thick eyebrows and a pair of eagle-like eyes. He always looks uncomfortable when he stares at people.

But when facing his only legitimate son, his facial features couldn't help but soften a little.

"Yun Ting, you've just gotten better, why don't you rest on the couch?"

As he spoke, Jin Ke glanced at the paper on the table. The simple word "围" revealed that the writer was impatient and had inconsistent pen strokes.

"Practicing calligraphy takes a lot of energy and is not what you should be doing right now."

Jin Yunting put down his pen, stood up with the help of the table, and saluted uprightly: "Father."

Jin Ke quickly asked someone to help him back to bed.

"What are you doing? You're not well yet, why are you being so formal with your father?"

Jin Yunting didn't want to go back and lie down, but facing the support of two servants, he said nothing.

When he half-lay back on the bed, Jin Ke sat beside his son and helped him pull the quilt, looking like a loving father.

"I just saw Changlu next to you. He said he wanted to go to the residence of the Seventh Master?"

Jin Ke asked casually.

It seemed like I really met Changlu by chance.

Jin Yunting said "hmm", his pale face showed no emotion, only his long eyelashes fluttered a few times.

"Doctor Fang told me to eat more medicinal food, including lotus seed soup. My son suddenly remembered that the lotus seed soup made by Uncle Qi's chef is very appetizing."

Jin Ke didn't expect it to be such a small matter, and his majestic eyes softened a little.

"Since you like it, just ask the chef to come over later. Your seventh uncle loves you and won't refuse. If he hadn't been away from the capital recently, he would have come to see you earlier."

"I am the younger generation and cannot take away other people's preferences. It would be good if the chef could come over occasionally." Jin Yunting politely declined the request for a chef.

He frowned, as if he was a little puzzled. "Why did Uncle Qi leave the capital? Is he going on another trip? But in two or three months, it will be the Chinese New Year."

Mr. Jin Qiye is famous for his love of fun. He often travels to various places and each time he is away for more than half a year.

Jin Ke stared at his son's expression and didn't see anything unusual.

"Who knows what evil he will do next, but when the New Year comes to an end, Old Seven dares not to come back."

The father and son didn't talk for long before Jin Yunting's face showed some fatigue.

Jin Ke knew that he was not well and did not want to disturb his rest.

However, before leaving, he paused and asked tentatively, "Yun Ting, you are not young anymore. It's time to consider getting married. Do you have any requirements for your new bride?"

Jin Yunting had closed his eyes and fell into darkness, but his consciousness was somewhat clearer. His voice was a little low, but loud enough for people to hear clearly.

"No, but it's up to my parents."

Jin Ke was not surprised.

This is his son.