Chapter 89 First Entry into Anfu

There was a sudden noise in the court. On the one hand, it was worthless for Mo Ruwen, and on the other hand, he congratulated the Marquis of Jingshan. The emperor did not know what to say for a moment. Now no matter what he said, it would cause the disgust of the three parties. He waved his hand gently and retreated to the court.

Everything settled down. Even if Mo Ruwen was full of anger, he only suppressed it gently. He stared at An Hong indignantly, snorted coldly, and brushed his sleeves away.

Li Mu had a gloomy face, took a glance at Mo Qingcheng, and left helplessly.

Li Mu also strongly opposed the matter between Wan'er and An Hong. At that time, An Hong was young, warlike and happy, and half of his mind was to make contributions. Li Mu was worried that Wan'er would stay alone in the empty room after marrying him, so he obstructed him in every way. Unexpectedly, the two became the best of Qin and Jin in private. It was not until Wan'er was pregnant that he cried and said. On the other day, something urgent, Li Mu had to pick out the humble and honest Mo Ruwen among Wan'er's many admirers. He thought that Wan'er could live a clean life from then on, but he didn't expect that Mo Ruwen was a greedy and powerful man, quite a villain in the city. After Wan'er married, she was depressed and her body was getting worse and worse. Go.

For Mo Ruwen, he had only half of his sincerity to Wan'er, and the other half was completely out of the power of the Li family. Some days before he got married, he was still complacent about his good luck, but not long after, he found that Wan'er was very indifferent to him. She would rather be alone than talk to herself. After she was born, She had no time to pay attention to him. As a man, of course, he knew what his wife's behavior meant, so he married Liu Qing in anger.

Out of the palace, An Hong was very excited. He insisted that Mo Qingcheng and He Liancheng go to Anfu for dinner, and also sent someone to An Xian on the Great Prince's Mansion Street. Mo Qingcheng couldn't escape, so he had to agree. An Yi rode back to the house first on the grounds of going back to arrange.

The two carriages drove to Anfu one after another. Mo Qingcheng leaned on He Liancheng's shoulder tiredly. He Liancheng just stroked her hair without saying anything. She must have suffered a lot just now.

"Yes, do you think it's right for me to do this?" Mo Qingcheng raised his head, met He Liancheng's eyes with a blank face, and gently opened his slightly pale thin lips. If the hall is to revenge on Mo Ruwen, why can't you be happy now?

"I don't know, but no matter what decision you make, I will support you!" He Liancheng lowered his head and kissed her gently on the forehead and said gently.

Mo Qingcheng smiled shallowly and hugged his arm. "Since things have come this far, we have to continue!"

"I will always be with you!" He Liancheng's eyes showed a faint tenderness, and there was a smile on the corners of his mouth.

After about a cup of tea, she arrived in Anfu. As soon as Mo Qingcheng got out of the carriage, he saw a well-dressed lady standing at the door with a group of old mothers and maids. Her eyebrows were picturesque, generous, elegant and graceful. There was a shadow of her mother between her eyebrows. Presumably this was Mrs. Jingshan Hou !

Before Mo Qingcheng greeted him, he saw An Hong coming over with his wife, "Shujing, this is Qingcheng!"

Shuking? Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the name and remembered the poem in the painting: distant hatred, Shujing is difficult. When he was young, where did he sleep drunk?

This is Liu Yong's Doubaihua. My mother only took two sentences to write on the painting. My mother once mentioned that Shujing was her best sister, but later, the two separated because of some things turned out that she married An Hong.

"Falling!" Shujing's eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes seemed to be full of tears. She gently held Mo Qingcheng's hand, "Good boy, you have grown so much!"

Mo Qingcheng pulled back her hand with some resistance and politely called "Madam". Before she figured out Shujing's mind, she was not going to tear her face.

"Madam!" He Liancheng walked to the side of Mo Qingcheng and shouted respectfully.

Shujing felt the resistance of Mo Qingcheng, withdrew her hand with some disappointment, and then said with a smile, "This is General Helian. Don't stand and talk in the room!"

"Yes, you're not in good health, so don't blow the wind!" An Hong held her arm and helped her walk in.

Looking at An Hong's appearance, she seemed to care about Shujing. Mo Qingcheng suddenly felt a little unhappy. She thought that Mrs. Jingshan was a fierce and sinister woman, and An Hong disliked his wife very much. She also taught her a lesson and breathed for her mother. Unexpectedly, everything was completely opposite to her guessing.

"Go in!" He Liancheng held Mo Qingcheng's hand and whispered.

Mo Qingcheng nodded, took a breath, and strode in.

All the way into Anfu, first of all, there was a big house with a plaque hanging from Mingyi Hall. This was the living room of the Marquis of Jingshan, which was used to entertain distinguished guests. At this time, the door was closed. Bypassing Mingyi Hall is the inner house. Through the overlapping rocks, Mo Qingcheng saw that the living room was like a Duobao Pavilion, with precious blue vases, corals, emeralds and other precious objects. There were some courtyards scattered around the living room. The maids and servants were doing their own things. Seeing the marquis and his wife, they quickly lowered their heads and held their breath.

An Hong did not take Mo Qingcheng to the living room, but first went to the An family's ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is divided into three rooms, plus two rooms, a total of 11 rooms. There are a pair of stone lions on the stone steps and railings. When he walked in, he saw carved beams and paintings in the ancestral hall, brocade embroidery, and colorful, extremely beautiful, Moqing City for a while. Shocked, this place is comparable to the royal ancestral hall. The two followed An Hong to incense and kowtowed to the ancestors one by one, and it took a full hour to worship.

Mo Qingcheng complained a little and entered the door of An's house. I'm afraid these red tape will be indispensable in the future! He Liancheng held her intimately, and Mo Qingcheng whispered in his ear, "There are still fewer rules in our house!" He Liancheng squeezed his lips and smiled and said nothing.

After he finally came to the living room and saw An Hong and Shujing sit down, Mo Qingcheng also quickly pulled He Liancheng to sit down. Soon, a maidservant offered tea.

After sitting for a while, I heard a rapid footsteps outside, and then I saw An Yu come in with a smile. She took off her cloak, walked straight to Mo Qingcheng, took her hand and called her sister affectionately.

Mo Qingcheng also got up and held her hand and called his sister with a smile.

When An Hong and Shujing saw the situation, they smiled with relief at the corners of their mouths. Previously, they were worried that An Yu and An Yi would not see Qingcheng, so they did not tell them about this matter. Now it seems that they are too worried.

"I thought about having a sister day and night, but I didn't expect to really look forward to one!" An Xian smiled gently and gracefully, with joy in his tone.

Mo Qingcheng smiled and didn't know how to feel. From childhood to age, Mo Ruwen did not like to see herself and his mother. After Mo Qingwu was born, she was even more neglected. She never thought that a sister or sister could change anything.

An Hong and Shujing also smiled. Shujing has always liked girls, but after giving birth to An Xian, they are not as good as before, and they can't conceive again.

An Yan smiled and said, "Father, can you ask the emperor for an order?"

"Now that the border is urgent, how can I have the heart to leave the generals and enjoy it at home!" A pair of thick eyebrows on An Hongjun's face twisted slightly, "I didn't ask the emperor for an order."

"But your body•••••" An Yan raised her eyebrows, with worried and a little unhappy in her eyes.

"I have discussed with your mother. When this war is over, I will ask the emperor to resign and return to Beijing to nourish the world!" Under An Hongjian's thick eyebrows, there was helplessness in his deep eyes, "Your mother stayed. Over the years, she has suffered a lot with me in the frontier, and it's time to rest!" An Hong patted the back of Shujing's hand, and his eyes were full of tenderness and apology.

When Mo Qingcheng heard this sentence, he couldn't help but be shocked and sad. A woman is willing to live and die with you, and even a hard-hearted man will be convinced.

"Father and mother have been arranged!" An Yi came in with an indifferent face and said respectfully. He glanced at Mo Qingcheng and finally looked at An Hong's face.

"Then pass on the meal!" An Hong looked at An Yi with relief. Although this son did not have the ambition of Honghu, he was strict and modest. He was safe and down-to-earth when doing things, but he was very similar to Shujing.

The little boy behind An Yi answered and quickly ordered to go down.

"Brother, come and sit down!" An Xian took An Yi's arm coquettishly and said gently and coquettishly, "Brother, persuade your father that he is still going to the frontier!"

Mo Qingcheng looked at An Yi with some envy. Her bright and white face was flushed, and a pair of bright star-like eyes looked at An Yi greedily. She and Anyi always seemed to be so close. If others didn't know, they thought she loved Anyi. Mo Qingcheng is a little frustrated. It's good to have a brother!

"Father has his own determination, and it's useless for us to say more!" A smile appeared on his comfortable and elegant face. This is a major event about the country and society. How can he be persuaded in a few words? Moreover, according to his father's character, he will not watch the people of the frontier stand by out of deep trouble.

As soon as An Yu heard this, his charming smiling face immediately froze, and his little mouth curled up and said unhappily, "It's like I've married someone and become a talkative outsider!"

"The more you grow up, the less measured you become. It's okay in front of outsiders. Why don't you be polite at home!" Shujing said anxiously, but her eyes were full of smiles.

"It's been a long time since I've been coquettish with you. Now that the master and wife have finally come back, of course, you have to seize this opportunity!" An old man standing next to Shujing also covered her mouth and smiled.

"Mama Guan, it's all you who spoiled your son!" Shujing's thin lips raised slightly, with a gentle smile, which made her extremely happy.

Listening to the laughter of the family, Mo Qingcheng felt that he could not integrate into the family. After all, they all accepted themselves because of guilt.