Chapter 10 The corners of the mouth that are raised are harder to bet than AK

Jiang Zhiyu was still crying, and she was complaining wildly in her heart:

[Scumbag dad, please open your eyes, the one behind you is not an innocent little white flower, it is a carnivorous plant! ]

Jiang Zhaorong: ???

[It was originally a good relationship, but it was ruined by this woman! She even secretly wanted to drug my mother! This sinister woman, scumbag dad dared to sleep with her? Isn’t he afraid that she will strangle him to death at night! ]

Jiang Zhaorong: !!!

Xu Youran: "..." What drug? How to drug?

Jiang Zhiyu stopped talking, Jiang Zhaorong and Xu Youran looked at each other, and Xu Youran was the first to retract her gaze.

At the beginning, she had expectations, but what was her husband's response to her? He showed more and more preference for Mrs. Du, and even married her daughter, a person without any status and making her a laughing stock, to the second son of the admiral.

What kind of friendship could she have for him?

Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were on Du Yuelan, who was supported by a maid. She was wearing a white dress, very plain, and her eyes were full of tears.

If it were in the past, he would definitely go forward to comfort her with distress, but now after listening to Jiang Zhiyu's words, he suddenly felt a little disgusted.

Wearing such white and plain clothes, and with a crying expression, if you didn't know, you would think he was dead and she was mourning for him!

Jiang Zhaorong's eyes flashed with disgust: "Has the Prime Minister's Mansion run out of money? Why are you wearing so plain clothes?!"

Du Yuelan was stunned, and two lines of tears rolled down, which made Jiang Zhaorong upset again. He flicked his sleeves and went straight into the mansion.

The person she was going to perform with left. Du Yuelan wiped her tears with a handkerchief, turned around and left without looking at other people.

[Don't be afraid, mother, I'm here. This sinister woman can't try to harm you! ]

Xu Youran frowned. Harm her? What ability does Mrs. Du have to harm her?

She held her breath and listened attentively, but Jiang Zhiyu stopped talking.

Xu Youran: "..."

Say it, how about we tell it? But Mrs. Du has no family or backing in Tianqi, how can she harm herself?

Xu Youran raised her hand and touched Jiang Zhiyu's head, and heard her smacking her lips twice: "I'm hungry."

Xu Youran chuckled: "It's ready, go back to your yard."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, not forgetting the two hares in the carriage, and signaled the maid to take them down.

The prime minister's mansion is very large, with three courtyards with multiple entrances and a strict central axis symmetry. The layout is regular and orderly.

Jiang Sulan and Jiang Zhiyu are in the same yard, the second brother Jiang Wenjing and his younger brother Jiang Bojian are in the same yard, and the eldest brother Jiang Kang'an and Song Shiwei are both in a separate yard.

Jiang Zhiyu followed Jiang Sulan, and just as he walked to the gate of the yard, he smelled the fragrance of food inside.

She immediately ran away like a wild horse. The table was full of delicious food: golden silk black-bone chicken, precious fruit pepper and salt shrimp, honey lotus seed soup, as well as Guifeihong and golden milk cake.

Was the food in ancient times so good?

Jiang Zhiyu ate with tears in her eyes. What a hard life she had lived before!

Jiang Sulan used to only drink soup at night. Today, seeing that Jiang Zhiyu was eating with an appetite, she also ate a few mouthfuls.

I don't know why, she no longer looked at Jiang Zhiyu with the usual disgust. On the contrary, she especially wanted to get close to her.

They are sisters. If Jiang Zhiyu hadn't done something very rude and vicious before, she wouldn't have disliked her so much...

No!

Jiang Sulan narrowed her eyes. If she couldn't hear Zhiyu's inner voice, she would definitely not understand her obstruction when the fifth prince gave her the jade pendant today, and would only dislike her even more.

Could it be that all the things Zhiyu did before were to remind them? For their own good?

The younger sister was only thinking about her older brother and sister, and they...

Jiang Sulan stared at Jiang Zhiyu in a daze, and her fingertips holding the table turned white with force.

Jiang Zhiyu looked back at her inexplicably, and saw her suddenly stand up and go straight back to her room.

"Strange."

Jiang Zhiyu muttered, and cleared the food on the table.

...

Song Shiwei sat at the table, holding a piece of paper in her hand. After reading the words on it, she held the paper over the candle and let the flame eat it little by little.

"Jiang Zhiyu," Song Shiwei's eyes flickered with fire. She had been with Jiang Sulan for so long today, there was no reason not to tell Jiang Sulan about her plan.

As long as it didn't reach Jiang Zhaorong's ears, she still had a chance.

Jiang Zhiyu was not easy to deal with, so wouldn't her sickly sister be easy to deal with?

...

At the same time, Xiao Siyuan carried his beautiful concubine to the bed. Seeing that he looked unhappy, the concubine put in twelve points of effort to please him. She finally coaxed him into a better mood and was willing to have sex with her.

As a result, before he moved a few times, the concubine felt a warm current injected into her.

So fast?

She bit her lip and looked at Xiao Siyuan pitifully. Xiao Siyuan's face turned blue and he bumped into her again.

This time he only lasted ten seconds.

Xiao Siyuan's eyes were wide open, like an angry lion. He continued to toss and turn all night long without believing in evil.

Until the dawn, Xiao Siyuan suddenly found that his thing seemed to be unable to stand up...

...

The next morning, Jiang Zhiyu was still asleep, and a cry broke through the air and hit her eardrum.

She rolled around in bed twice in annoyance and lifted the bed curtain: "Who is shouting outside?"

I finally got a good night's sleep without worrying about zombies, but I have to arrange another naughty child, right?

Outside the screen, the maids were quietly preparing the toiletries. Hearing her question, the leading maid, Zhuying, walked around the screen, handed her tea and said, "It's the kid from the second master's family. He was trying to climb the rockery in the yard but was blocked and is now angry."

Jiang Zhiyu took a sip of tea and sneered, "Why are you blocking him? If you block him, those ungrateful people will be so arrogant. Let him fall once and they'll know how powerful we are. Go, tell people outside not to block him and let him climb."

Zhuying nodded in response. Not long after she went out, the crying outside stopped.

Jiang Zhiyu was no longer sleepy, but she didn't want to get up either, so she wrapped herself up in the quilt like a cocoon.

The second master that Zhuying mentioned was her father's brother, Jiang Jianjin. The name was a good one, but he was not worthy of it at all. He was lazy, greedy, and lustful.

Originally, this second brother, the prime minister, got a leisurely official position, and the salary was enough for him to live.

But people were greedy and learned to be corrupt, and even embezzled the money used by the emperor for disaster relief.

If Jiang Zhaorong hadn't tried hard to protect him and paid all of Jiang Jianjin's money and house in the past few years, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to save his head.

His life was saved, but after doing such a thing, he would never be able to serve as an official in the court again in this life, so Jiang Zhaorong thought about sending him back to his hometown.

But accustomed to the extravagance of Tianqi, how could Jiang Jianjin be willing to return to that poor place?

And their mother, Old Lady Jiang, was also confused. After her second son howled a few times, she forced Jiang Zhaorong to take him in.

Now the whole family lives in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Not only do they not look like dependents, but because of the old lady's preference and Jiang Zhaorong's indulgence, they are more like the masters of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Recalling the plot, Jiang Zhiyu gurgled a few times in the quilt, thinking three, two, one in her heart, and the next second, she heard a cry that resounded through the sky.

The corners of her mouth curled up suddenly, which was harder to bet than AK.

This good show can't be missed. She turned over, took the cloak from the maid and ran to the yard.

A fat kid of six or seven years old was crying loudly, and the maids around him were trying to comfort him. There was a big bump on the kid's head, and his face was covered in blood.

[Oh, he landed on his face first, he must have learned his lesson this time.]

Jiang Sulan, who had just left the house, said: "..."