What Nan Xiangyu said soon came true.
On this day two months later, the weather was rarely good.
The sky was always higher than usual in spring.
The warm sun penetrated through the thin clouds and through the hollow-carved windows, creating mottled patches on the ground in Jian's front yard. light and shadow.
On this day, Nan Xiangyu rarely invited Mrs.
Jian to go to the Jian family ancestral hall to worship the ancestors of the Jian family.
In response to her pious and sincere attitude, Mrs.
Jian also rarely agreed.
After the worship, the maids helped her up from the thick futon.
Mrs.
Jian looked up at the portraits of the Jian family's ancestors.
The incense on the table was very bright, and the people in the portraits seemed to be looking down at Nan.
Mrs.
Jian's eyelids twitched heavily at the offspring in Xiangyu's belly.
After all the maids had finished paying their respects, the two of them went out together.
The house of the ancestral hall is built higher than other places, so that the incense is prosperous and the blessings are extended.
Now, as soon as I leave the ancestral hall, the sun is under my hood, and the high stairs stretch out under my feet.
Nan Xiangyu and Mrs.
Jian were walking side by side, and everyone was talking, when suddenly they heard an exclamation, and Nan Xiangyu's foot fell down and she rolled straight down the steps.
Nan Xiangyu was wearing a concubine-colored skirt that day, and the wide hem rolled on the gray stone steps, like a thick and colorful splash-ink painting. silence.
There was a deathly silence, and then the maidservant's belated exclamation came out.
Mrs.
Jian rushed forward and knelt down in front of her.
She stretched out her hand several times and did not dare to touch her.
The piercing screams and the panic of the crowd were all inaudible, and only the tall figure of the man on the ground was seen huddled up, his right hand tightly protecting his abdomen, as if he couldn't stop convulsing from pain.
She didn't make a sound, but almost all the facial features on her face were out of place, and the big beads of sweat on her forehead sank deeply into the furrow between her eyebrows.
Mrs.
Jian saw her thin lips squirming and murmured in a low voice.
The pain made her voice as weak as a broken kite string.
She closed her eyes slightly and shouted softly: "You" Shoes with embroidered skirts of various colors came and went in front of her, almost dazzling Mrs.
Jian's eyes.
In the haze, it seemed as if the surroundings suddenly became silent, and the only sound left was the messy and rapid sound of a pair of leather shoes stepping on the ground.
Those shoes were very fast.
Appearing in front of him, the cowhide boots that were usually polished were stained with dust.
She no longer had the strength to raise her eyelids and look up.
She just stared at the shoes and looked carefully, then she couldn't hold on and fainted.
The quiet and peaceful whispers were interrupted by a piercing scream.
Nan Xiangyu came back to her senses and glanced at the figure lying on the ground.
The room was very quiet, but her screams were particularly loud.
The sound was like a trapped beast, running rampant in a closed room, and scratching someone's ears hard when it touched him.
Mrs.
Jian, who was always glamorous on weekdays, was lying on the ground in a miserable state, her hair messy and covered in dust.
The whip was so severe that her flesh and blood were stuck together with the broken clothes.
She had no strength left.
She just instinctively curled up when the whip fell, and let out a miserable cry like a reflex.
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Her eyes were a little distracted, but she still stared closely at Nan Xiangyu who was leaning next to Jian Maosheng.
Nan Xiangyu could barely get out of bed after resting for a few days, but Jian Maosheng still carefully wrapped her in a soft and thick mink fur and held her in his arms.
Nan Xiangyu was always calm.
When she opened her eyes, she touched her flat belly and said nothing.
She just rolled her eyes around Mrs.
Jian, then closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
At this moment, she was standing next to Jian Maosheng, her face so pale that she could see the green blood vessels next to her eyes.
She stared coldly at the tortured Mrs.
Jian, her lips that did not rise and fall seemed to be frozen, and her face as clear as water was frozen into frost.
Nan Xiangyu said that Mrs.
Jian pushed her hard, and Jian Maosheng gave her such a harsh lesson.
Mrs.
Jian was looking at Nan Xiangyu's indifferent eyes above her, her thin chin raised coldly, and she suddenly felt a little scared.
The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and Mrs.
Jian's cries gradually became lower, leaving only the plaintive sobs.
Nan Xiangyu's eyes glanced at Mrs.
Jian's hand that was holding the handkerchief tightly.
She suddenly turned her head to the side and said softly to Jian Maosheng, "I'm tired."
Such a calm tone sounded like he was just watching a not very interesting show.
Not even making unnecessary comments.
Jian Maosheng tightened his hand on her waist and sent her back.
When Hua Ting came to Jian's house, Mrs.
Jian was sitting on the bedside alone, looking sideways at the branches of the ancient trees outside the window, listening to the ticking of the foreign clock in the house, and the huge pendulum day after day.
The ground shook back and forth, but every shake made her heart ache.
The maid fed her the medicine, wiped the corners of her mouth, and lifted the corners of the quilt.
Seeing that she had no energy to speak, she got up and left.
Hua Ting stood at the edge of the bed and looked at her.
Although she couldn't say she felt sorry for Mrs.
Jian, who was usually arrogant and domineering, she frowned and said nothing.
Looking at the thin and haggard face in front of her, she is still Jian Yi's mother after all.
Mrs.
Jian opened her eyes slightly and said in a low voice, with a hint of self-mockery, "You have seen it all."
"Um."
"You have seen me like this."
Mrs.
Jian smiled crookedly and repeated softly.
Hua Ting stood at the edge of the bed and locked her eyes sharply.
"Nan Xiangyu's purpose is to take my place in the Jian family."
These words made Mrs.
Jian's bright black eyes show her arrogance and nobility that she had not seen for a long time, "How could I let her succeed?"
Hua Ting looked at the scars on her arms, and the bruises were still there.
She crossed her hands, rubbed them gently with her fingertips, and put them on her knees.
She raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows, signaling Mrs.
Jian to continue.
"I never thought that she would pay the price with the flesh and blood in her belly."
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After Mrs.
Jian said this, a cold light flashed in her eyes.
Hua Ting looked at her for a few seconds, and when she looked at her eyes, there were cracks and they were slightly loose.
Then he looked away and looked at the double-sided embroidery on the bed sheet.
There was not much emotion in his words, "Nan Xiangyu's move is too heavy.
It's still a little difficult for you to stand up."
Mrs.
Jian sneered and said nothing.
"But I will pay her back tenfold for you for the suffering she made you suffer today."
Mrs.
Jian's eyes were stunned for a moment, then she smiled, looking coolly at the truth and falsehood in her words.
"You and I don't have a good relationship, you are here for" "Jian Yi."
Hua Ting answered truthfully.
Mrs.
Jian smiled helplessly at the expected answer.
"I understand Jian Yi's mood.
What I have to do is to do it for him."
Although Hua Ting's words were dull, there was some strong semantics in her firm tone, "What he cares about is also I care."
Mrs.
Jian's eyes were dark and she was speechless.
"You can rest in peace and recuperate."
After hearing this, Hua seemed to be leaving.
Mrs.
Jian stopped her: "What are you going to do?"
"I heard," Hua Ting turned her head sideways, her fan-shaped eyelashes fluttered slightly, and thorny flowers bloomed from the corners of her mouth, "She has a 19-year-old younger brother who works as a waiter at Juxintang Teahouse."
Her voice was clear and steady, too calm, but it made Mrs.
Jian's eyes light up, "Nan Xiangyu really can't move now."
"I know, just rest in peace and recover."
As soon as Hua Ting returned to the casino, she ordered Yao to do something.
This Ah Yao is worthy of being brought out by Bai Qihong single-handedly.
Even though he is usually quiet, he can be cruel and ruthless when doing things.
This Nan Xiangyu's younger brother can be regarded as having all his hands and feet disabled.
When Jian Yi arrived, his expression was as urgent as Hua Ting expected, "Nan Xiangyu is really crazy."
"Yeah."
Hua Ting responded lightly.
"Even if you kill her brother," Jian Yi clenched his fists with both hands and said the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "it would be too cheap for this woman."
Jian Yi's reaction was already extremely forbearing and restrained.
If it were another man, he wouldn't have known how it would explode.
"Don't be anxious, we have a long way to go."
Hua Ting raised her chin, "Now that your father is by her side, what can you do to her?"
Jian Yi didn't speak, and the veins on her forehead jumped.
"We have plenty of time to settle this account with her slowly."
Hua Ting held the white porcelain cup in both hands, but didn't take a sip.
"Jian Maosheng is so confused.
Now I want to kill him with one shot."
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"I think your father is probably stunned by this Nanxiang Jade."
This is the only reason Hua Ting can think of.
Nan Xiangyu is indeed beautiful and has a pair of enchanting eyes.
"But I really didn't expect that she would use the child in her belly as a bargaining chip," she continued.
"Right now, Mrs.
Jian's chances of turning over are slim.
Even if you go and tell Jian Maosheng now, Nan Xiangyu fell on purpose.
Do you think he can believe it?"
Jane also said nothing, her eyebrows as cold as ice.
Then it was deeply twisted into the character "Chuan".
"Nan Xiangyu is really a smart person.
She is still young.
She can have another child in the future, so she is not afraid."
Home staged.”
With Jing Nan Xiangyu's interference, Mrs.
Jian's stay in Jian's family is almost like living in a harem.
Jian also thought of this, "I'll take my mother out and live there first."
"Um."
"As for this woman," Jian Yi smiled coldly, "She will never have a good life in Jian's family in the future."
To be continued.
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