Yun Wenfang listened to this and looked at Xiao Weixuan's face, which resembled someone he disliked. The corners of his mouth twitched, and then he pretended not to hear and turned to teach his nephew.
Yun Yi lowered his head and listened obediently. His second uncle had no children of his own. Since he was a child, he had spent most of his time in Yunyang City with his second uncle, so he wasn't really afraid of his parents. But he was afraid of his second uncle. He understood Ah Xuan's words about how good-tempered people are more terrifying when they lose their temper. Although his second uncle never hit him, he almost never scolded him either.
Seeing that there was nothing for him to do, Xiao Weixuan just jumped around and played by himself. After Yun Wenfang finished teaching Yun Yi a lesson, he turned around and didn't see Xiao Weixuan anymore. His horse was still in the same place, so he couldn't help but frown.
Almost immediately, Xiao Weixuan's voice came from above: "Hey, Uncle, look here! Look here! I'm here! There are so many oranges on this tree!"
Yun Wenfang looked up and saw that the naughty kid had climbed up the tree at some point, and was peeling a green orange while swinging his legs, grinning from ear to ear.
The corners of Yun Wenfang's mouth twitched uncontrollably again. He suddenly felt that his nephew was so well-behaved and obedient that he could not bear to punish him severely.
The three of them rode back to the city, and the gate of Yunyang City soon appeared before their eyes. A large carriage marked with the emblem of the Yanbei Palace stopped at the gate.
Yun Wenfang was stunned when he saw the carriage stop involuntarily.
Xiao Weixuan also saw it and looked at Yun Yi with horror: "It's my mother's carriage! What should I do? What should I do? I'm dead! Cousin, save me!"
Yun Yi glanced at Xiao Weixuan out of the corner of his eye and sneered in his heart: Humph! The evildoer will be punished by heaven!
At this moment, the curtain of the carriage moved, and a maid got off the carriage first, and then helped out a beautiful girl from the carriage.
Yun Wenfang stared blankly at the beautiful girl walking towards them, and his blood froze.
He seemed to hear a familiar voice that always appeared in his ears in the middle of the night, crying and begging, asking him to spare her life.
He recalled the first time he met her in the old house of the Ren family. He watched her running quickly towards the corridor with her skirt lifted, and then she was getting closer and closer to him. He was originally talking to Qiu Yun, but he forgot the second half of the sentence and just stood there staring at her.
But her gaze wasn't on him. She was pouting slightly, her eyes red. She looked like she'd been wronged. He didn't know what was going on in his mind at the time, so he just stood there without moving, watching her fall into his arms.
Yun Wenfang still remembers the thrill of his heart at that moment. But for some reason, he whistled in a very hateful way, earning her a slap in the face.
Yun Wenfang had never been slapped in her life before. And after she slapped him, she ran away without even saying a word. He was furious. When she went to see the old lady of the Ren family, she mentioned it casually, and then she was imprisoned in the ancestral hall.
It was a cold day, and he didn't know why he felt uneasy. He thought it might be because he was in a new place and not used to it.
"Hey, where is the Ren family's ancestral hall?"
When he blurted out this question, Qiu Yun looked at him in surprise. He regretted asking it himself and added nonchalantly, "Isn't that girl imprisoned in the ancestral hall? She offended me. I definitely can't let her go easily. Take me to see her and I'll play a trick on her!"
Qiu Yun hesitated for a moment and finally took him there.
As soon as he reached the door of the ancestral hall, he heard crying. She was crying in the hall.
It was New Year's Eve, and the place was bustling with activity. He felt a chill in his heart as he listened to her cries. He didn't want to admit he regretted it. There was no point in getting mad at a little girl, was there? It was just a slap in the face; it didn't hurt.
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