MTL - The Stepmother is Unkind-Chapter 55

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Xie Qin was the youngest champion in the founding of the dynasty. He was well-known and knowledgeable. Although he was not as prestigious as the great Confucian of the dynasty, it was an honor that no one else could ask for his advice.

Both Han Jing and Yin Minglin knew this, and they were not unthankful, but this did not prevent Yin Minglin from frowning.

When Yin Minglin returned to Yin's house, Yin's father and eldest brother all told him to make good progress. When he returned to his own courtyard, his sweet wife was gentle and sweet, which eased his anguish a little.

When Han Jing returned to the Han family's house in Beijing, Mrs. Han was also waiting for him.

"Sanlang, you're back." Mrs. Han asked, "Today can be beneficial."

Han Jing bowed to his mother and nodded, "Yes."

Mrs. Han smiled with satisfaction, and then asked casually, "Can you see Er Niang?"

Han Jing shook his head and answered truthfully, "I haven't seen it, but my cousin sent some snacks to the front yard to entertain me and my cousin."

Mrs. Han had some worry in her eyes. She pulled him to the front and asked carefully, "Do you think Erniang still thinks about you and her?"

"Mother, what are you talking about?" Han Jing frowned, disapproving, "Don't think wildly."

"How can I be thinking wildly? This is a great thing. If Erniang has an unforgettable old love for you, teach that Xie Langjun to know, won't I blame you?"

Han Jing emphasized seriously: "Mother, my cousin has no personal feelings for me. Besides, what kind of character Xie Langjun is, how can I compare? My cousin is already married, how can she still care about others?"

Mrs. Han didn't think so, "It's naturally the best to not have an affair, but even if your family background is not as good as that of Xie Langjun, it's not necessarily worse than him elsewhere."

Previously, the Yin family abandoned Han Jing and chose to marry Xie Jiazi. In Mrs. Han's eyes, she thought that Xie Qin was more important, so she retorted.

Even if he rationally understood that the change of marriage was caused by various factors, he would feel injustice after thinking about it repeatedly, so he was even more reluctant to listen to anyone saying that Xie Qin was better, even Han Jing himself.

However, Han Jing sought truth from facts and did not want her mother to be too biased, so she persuaded her.

Mrs. Han was not happy to hear what he said, and instead said with some joy: "That day when your cousin got married, Mrs. Jiang suddenly chatted with me, it must not be for nothing."

Han Jing didn't care, "Aunt's family had so many guests who went to Hexi that day. We are relatives of the Yin family. Isn't it normal for you to make several wives?"

"Of course not." Mrs. Han said seriously, "You don't know how to communicate with female relatives. Unless someone introduces you or has some extra meaning, your ladies usually don't take the initiative to communicate with irrelevant strangers, let alone take the initiative to talk."

Han Jing still didn't care, "That's it, so what?"

The joy between Mrs. Han's brows reappeared, and she said with some anticipation in her eyes: "Silly child, the seventh lady of the Jiang family has not yet engaged, and recently the Jiang family has been showing her about the marriage. Where did I see you?"

As soon as Han Jing heard "Jiang Qi Niangzi", he suddenly remembered the brief encounter on the hunting grounds, and was thoughtful.

Mrs. Han asked him, "Sanlang, do you know?"

Han Jing recovered and immediately denied it, "I have no impression of contacting the Jiang family."

"Really?" Mrs. Han was a little disappointed, and her expression was a little uncertain. "If you want to, it should be an invitation, but why don't you believe it at all..."

She really thought that the Jiang family was interested in getting married, and she was happy for several days.

And Han Jing didn't bother about this matter, and didn't want her mother to be bothered about it, so she advised her not to think about it any more, and said: "I will study hard and get a good future, and my mother just waits and enjoys the blessing of her son. Yes."

Mrs. Han couldn't think about it too much, "You are still young, and you don't know how good a good marriage will be for your future. Maybe you need to avoid many detours and hardships."

The young Lang Jun was extremely proud, and was unwilling to bow his head to the power. He took shortcuts to gain his future. So after a few words with his mother, he left his mother's sight and returned to the study to study hard.

The light in the study stayed on until late at night. Mrs. Han felt sorry for him. Xu Shi sent someone to deliver a late-night snack, and Hai Shi taught her maid to urge him to rest earlier.

Han Jing responded, and it wasn't until Hai Shizhong that he turned off the lights in the study and went back to the bedroom to rest.

He was the last trace of movement in the Han family's house. When the candle in his bedroom was extinguished, the Han family's house was completely asleep in the darkness of the night, completely silent.

In the middle of the night, when people slept the most, a sneaky little figure sneaked into Han Jing's yard, looked around, and approached the study cautiously.

Han Jing's study was not locked, so the man lightly pushed the door open, then held the door with both hands to try not to make any noise.

After the door opened a crack that one person could pass through, the man glanced around, especially Han Jing's bedroom, and made sure that no one in the yard found him, so he cautiously got into the study.

The moonlight was good today, so he didn't dare to light a fire, so he could only use the moonlight to observe Han Jing's study.

There are several large rows of bookshelves in the study room, he quietly walked over, looked roughly, all of them were all kinds of books, nothing special, and then turned to the bookcase and the bookcase holder's Bogu shelf.

On the bookcase are Han Jing's pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as an article he just finished before going to bed.

People who come here are afraid of teaching people to notice, so they don't dare to flip it too carefully, so they can only get close and look at it.

"crunch-"

When the door rang, he was startled, and hurriedly fell down, hiding behind the chair and shivering.

"Eh? How did the study door open?"

The maid walked over in a daze, and when she saw that the study door was open, she pushed it open and looked in.

The person behind the chair trembled violently, swallowing nervously, not daring to make a sound.

The maid glanced roughly around the study room, it was quiet, there was nothing, and she yawned, "Perhaps it wasn't closed last night, and the teaching wind blew away."

She said, took the door and went back to sleep.

In the study, the man was soaked with sweat, and he didn't move until after a long time, and then he fell limply on the ground.

He was a servant of the Han family. He was bribed and sneaked into the study to see if there was anything special.

At that moment, the servant had already thought about the severe punishment he faced after being discovered, and regretted sneaking into Lang Jun's study for a little money.

But now that it was safe, his greed came up again, so he got up on the chair and continued to check.

There are seven or eight painting scrolls in the desk vat, and they are placed so casually. Generally, they are placed so casually.

There are several wooden boxes of different sizes on the Bogu shelf, which are basically unlocked. He opened them one by one, looked at the contents, and then closed them.

At the bottom of the Bogu frame, where he was lying down just now, there was a slender box, the size of which looked like a sword or a scroll.

The servant crouched down and slowly opened it, it was a scroll.

Putting it in a box alone will inevitably lead people to suspect that there is something special.

That's why he wiped his hands on the front of his clothes, and then carefully lifted the scroll with both hands, and then slowly unfolded it.

In the painting, there are two people, a boy and a girl. The boy is lying on the rockery, the girl is standing at the bottom, and the boy is holding something.

The servant held up the painting and carefully identified it, only to find that it was a peach blossom.

He felt that this was the only thing that matched what the man said was special, so he looked at the inscription.

The servant was illiterate, and only saw that there was only one vertical line of characters at the inscription, and it was not too complicated. He breathed a sigh of relief, took out the paper and the charcoal wrapped in cloth from his arms, and traced according to the words.

"Twelfth year of Tiansheng, March 28, Peach Blossom Spring."

The second day, in the evening, Xie Family East Courtyard.

Xie Qin finished dinner with Yin Mingyu in the East Hospital and said bluntly, "I am staying in the East Hospital today."

And he didn't want to be too vulgar, and worried that Yin Mingyu wouldn't understand, so he said straightly: "I will teach you to write poetry at night, that kind of overnight stay."

Yin Mingyu: "…"

This kind of stay-in argument is really refreshing and refined.

But the needs are both sides, although the words are a bit strange, she also regards it as a taste, so she will come down.

Sechin was well prepared.

After Yin Mingyu finished bathing, he came out wearing a light bedclothes. He took out a glazed incense burner, shoveled the incense ashes gracefully, and then used incense chopsticks to gently swirl around the incense burner.

"Wait a moment and you'll be fine."

Yin Mingyu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, watching Xie Qin start pressing the incense ash again, and then replaced it with an incense brush, slowly sweeping the incense ash from the edge of the incense burner.

Xie Qin took the seal mold, then picked up the incense spoon beside him, and asked Yin Mingyu, "Want to try it?"

Yin Mingyu respected Xie Bumin: "Lang Jun, please, I still won't make trouble."

Xie Qin elegantly filled the incense powder, started the incense seal, then took a stick of incense and stretched it over the candle to light the incense powder.

The cigarette rose slowly, obscuring Yin Mingyu's vision a little bit. Through the smoke, she looked at Xie Qin, who was wearing a white bedclothes and black hair like waterfalls.

But after the immortal got up, he slowly walked towards Yin Mingyu with two glasses of wine, and took the initiative to enter the mundane world.

Fascinated by sex, Yin Mingyu had a dry mouth, and when he took the wine in his hand, he just quenched a little thirst.

Xie Qin also raised his head and drank, put down the wine glass, dropped the bed curtain, and covered Yin Mingyu's lips with the scent of wine.

The blue silk fuses together and hangs on the pillow.

Yin Mingyu wrapped a pair of white arms around his neck and whispered a few words, and the bamboo-like gentleman fell with her.

This night, the flaws did not hide the beauty, and the two spent quite harmoniously. When Yin Mingyu got up the next day, Xie Qin was still not there.

She was not disappointed, just looking at the burnt out incense ashes, lying on the bed with a smile, her shoulders shaking slightly.

so elegant...

Just like practice.