"What can you do?"

Qian's eyes lit up and she stared straight at Yun Wanrou.

“If we ask Master Cheng to come to the Marquis’ Mansion to teach Chen’er, Master Cheng will not agree.

It's not quite appropriate to let Chen Ge'er go to the Grand Tutor's Mansion to attend classes.

It would be better to open a school in the imperial city in the name of the Grand Tutor's Mansion and invite Master Cheng to give lectures.

In this way, Brother Chen can legitimately become Master Cheng's disciple."

"Okay, that's a good idea. Where is the school located and when can I enroll?"

Qian looked at Yun Wanrou and asked two questions excitedly.

Yun Wanrou smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, mother. I just came up with the idea of ​​opening a school.

It’s just that setting up a school requires a lot of money. My father is honest and upright, and he hasn’t been able to save any money over the years. I’m afraid I’ll need my mother’s help to raise the money for setting up the school!”

Upon hearing this, Qian's face changed.

She quickly suppressed the smile on her face and looked at Yun Wanrou with eyes full of vigilance.

"Wanrou, what do you mean by this? You want the Marquis' Mansion to pay money to build up the reputation of your Grand Tutor's Mansion?"

Qian frowned slightly and her face darkened.

This Yun Wanrou actually set her sights on her.

It is true that she wanted to invite Master Cheng to give lessons to Chen Ge'er, but she is not stupid.

The Marquis's Mansion provided money and set up a school in the name of the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

It was the Marquis' Mansion that spent money and worked hard, while the benefits all went to their Grand Tutor's Mansion.

What is she trying to achieve by doing this?

Seeing that Qian disagreed, Yun Wanrou was not in a hurry.

She nodded slightly, pretending to blame herself and said, "Mother is right, Wanrou was not thoughtful enough.

But I heard that most of the students under Master Cheng were able to pass the imperial examinations. At the very least, they could pass the examinations to become scholars.

If Heng follows him, he will definitely have a good future. It's a pity for Chen that he doesn't have this opportunity."

Yun Wanrou sighed softly and shook her head.

She slowly stood up and bowed to Qian.

"Mother, I still need to discuss with father about inviting Master Cheng back to teach. I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, Yun Wanrou hugged Yangyang and turned away.

As soon as she took a step forward, she heard Yangyang counting down [Three, two, one! ]

"etc!"

Yangyang had just finished counting down to three when Qian's voice suddenly came from behind her.

She grinned, showing her gums, and smiled with such joy.

[I knew that this old witch would take the bait. Although she was reluctant to part with the money, she also knew that the Marquis' Mansion was weak now and the scumbag father was useless. The only person the Marquis' Mansion could count on was Jiang Beichen.]

[If Jiang Beichen can become a disciple of a famous teacher, pass the imperial examination, and enter the official career, then everyone in the Marquisate will benefit from it. Now there is an opportunity to become a disciple of a famous teacher, how can the Qian family miss it? ]

Yun Wanrou's idea was the same as Yangyang's.

She slowly turned around, facing Qian, and asked knowingly, "Mother, do you have anything else to tell me?"

"I have thought carefully about what you just said and I think it is feasible. But you also know the situation of the Marquis' Mansion. If running a school requires a lot of money, the Marquis' Mansion cannot afford it."

"Don't worry, mother. Since the Marquis's Mansion and the Grand Tutor's Mansion are jointly running a school, the money will naturally not be paid entirely by the Marquis's Mansion. What do you think, half for each family?"

"Okay, it's settled!"

As if she was afraid that Yun Wanrou would go back on her word, Qian agreed without a second thought.

Yangyang lay in Yun Wanrou's arms, pouting her lips and crossing her fingers.

[Each family pays half of the money, which is a bit too cheap for the Marquisate. ]

[But this old witch is very cunning. If the money for setting up the school is all paid by the Marquis's Mansion, she might find a way to seize the ownership of the school after the school is established.]

[But if the Grand Tutor's Mansion also contributed money, effort and reputation, then the old witch won't be able to do anything she wants to do! ]

Yun Wanrou followed Qian to the storehouse and counted the silver.

When he came out again, he saw two servants running hurriedly towards the gate of the marquis's mansion.

Yun Wanrou reacted very quickly and hid aside while holding Yangyang.

Before Qian could react, she was hit head-on by one of the servants.

"Ouch, you hit me to death!"

Qian sat down on the ground and howled in pain.

Seeing that he had bumped into the old lady, the servant panicked and quickly helped her up.

"Madam, are you...are you okay?"

"Do I look fine to you?" Qian glared at him. "Why are you running so fast? What are you going to do?"

"Madam, I just received news that the Marquis...he was hit by a carriage."

"What!" Qian's eyes widened: "Where is Shu'er? Take me over to see him!"

Qian grabbed the servant's sleeve, her face full of panic.

Yun Wanrou was startled and looked at Yangyang in her arms.

When we went to Qian's yard just now, Yangyang said that Jiang Huaishu would be hit by a car if he went out.

Not long after this, Jiang Huaishu was actually hit by a car.

How could it be such a coincidence?

"ah……"

Yangyang yawned and looked listless.

She smacked her lips, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Yun Wanrou wanted Wangshu to take Yangyang back to sleep, but after hesitating for a moment, she gave up the idea.

From the time her daughter was born until now, she has never left her sight.

She would feel at ease only if she took her with her.

"Quick, take me to find a book!"

Qian stretched out her hand tremblingly and pointed in the direction of the gate.

Qian was not tall, and the servants each supported one of her arms and almost carried her out.

Yun Wanrou quickly followed and left the Marquis' Mansion.

The place where Jiang Huaishu fell was not far from the Marquis' Mansion.

When Yun Wanrou and others came over, he was sitting on the ground, hugging his legs with his arms, crying "Ouch, ouch".

There was a carriage parked in front of him.

Qian looked at the carriage, then at Jiang Huaishu, and her heart began to ache.

"Quick, carry the Marquis back!"

"Mother, I see that the Marquis is seriously injured. It is better not to move him for the time being. Let's call a doctor first!"

Yun Wanrou stepped forward quickly and stopped the servant.

Qian was still angry about Yun Wanrou's plot against her just now.

Hearing her words, she glared at Yun Wanrou and pushed her away.

"He is your husband, and you just let him sit on the ground and wait?"

Qian glanced at Yun Wanrou, then waved to the servant.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and carry the Marquis back!"

"promise!"

The servants hurried forward and lifted Jiang Huaishu's arms and legs respectively.

As soon as they lifted him up, Jiang Huaishu howled even louder.

"It hurts, it hurts, you guys want to hurt me to death!"

When she heard him cry out in pain, Qian's heart tightened, and she hurriedly said, "Quickly put the Marquis down!"

Seeing her son suffer, Qian felt extremely sad.

She turned around and saw Yun Wanrou standing aside, watching with her hands folded.

The anger in my heart suddenly surged up.

"Your husband is injured, how can you just watch and not try to help?"