Chapter 12 Betrayal

After Changping cleaned up, he took his girl to the old lady's Jinrong Hall. Changping didn't know whether his aunt knew about it, but now it seems that there is no difference.

She could imagine what Hongxi said in front of the old lady. If the girl was smart, she would not talk too much. She just needed to find a reason to greet the old lady. The old lady was afraid that she would understand everything when she saw her.

Changping is a little tired of these things. If he can live in Zhuangzi alone, it would be better than seeing these disgusting things every day.

"Ping'er, please the ancestors." Changping lowered his head and saluted obediently.

"Let's get up." The old lady waved her hand and ignored her, but took Hongxi's hand and spoke with a smile.

Changping sat on the side, took the tea presented by Lvqi, looked at them with a smile, and did not interrupt. Hongxi's face was a little proud. Changping smiled secretly, and now he became proud. As a result, he was really brainless. Ziwu has been standing respectfully behind him. It seems that the old lady likes Hongxiduo. Some.

"Bing girl." Seeing that she was just smiling and didn't say anything, the old lady was suddenly a little dissatisfied. She patted Hongxi's hand and said, "How do you look at the girl?"

"If you go back to your ancestors, Ping'er saw this girl a few days ago." Changping said frankly with a smile on his face.

"Is that so?" The old lady said quietly, "This girl has been with me for a long time. She is very good."

"Yes, the girl from the ancestors** is naturally good." The smile on Changping's face did not change, and he said directly, "The ancestors don't want to test Ping'er. These two little girl Ping'er knows it."

"As long as you know." The old lady was secretly relieved and then said, "What do I mean?"

"Ping'er happens to have something to say back to her ancestors." Changping interrupted the old lady with a smile and said, "A few days ago, I asked my father-in-law about their affairs. My father-in-law said that he would deal with this matter, but Ping'er felt that since I had become my cousin's wife, I had to worry about this inner house."

"Good boy, what you think about, Brother Wen is a person who does big things, and you are in charge of this inner house." The old lady swallowed the anger that had just been interrupted and said with a smile. Since the girl had told Brother Wen about Hongxi Ziwu, there was no reason for her to intervene again, but it made Brother Wen unhappy, so the loss was not worth the loss, so she smiled and said, "What is the Ping girl going to do?"

"Well, this red girl was made by the old lady. Naturally, Ping'er is the most relieved." Changping took Hongxi's hand and patted her, saying, "If that's not the case, let Miss Hongxi serve her cousin in the future. As for Ziwu, leave Ping'er's side." Changping looked at the old lady and said with a smile, "After all, there are already two maids, Wenmo and Wenyu beside her." With that, he let go of Hongxi's hand and smiled, "Is it good for the ancestors to look at Ping'er to do this?"

"Ha ha, you are Brother Wen's wife. You just have to decide what's in his yard." The old lady said with a smile.

Changping talked with the old lady for a while, and then took Hongxi Ziwu back to Tinglanyuan.

Hongxi followed Changping. Although she can't raise a concubine now, it is already very good to be the young master's personal maid. At least she can get along with the young master day and night. She doesn't believe that the young master has no friendship with her. As long as she gave birth to the young master's eldest son, then even if it is Mrs. Fang also wants to give her some face.

She has a good calculation, and Changping can also understand her ambition from those eyes and gently hooked the corners of her mouth. What a naive girl.

"Take Hongxi and Ziwu to have a rest first." When they returned to Tinglan's courtyard, Changping lightly ordered that naturally there were girls to take them to the place where they should go.

Changping didn't pay much attention to it, but went to the small study in Tinglan Courtyard by herself. No one could enter this small study without her order. She didn't like others to move her things.

The floor of the small study is covered with thick velvet blankets, and there is a lounge chair in front of the window. There is a small table next to it, which is very comfortable. Next to it is a quaint table, and behind it is a Duobao Pavilion, which is decorated with some novel things.

Changping lay on the rocking chair, picked up a book from a few, and slowly read it. Time passed quickly. When it was a little dark, Changping got up and left the small study and returned to the master bedroom. "Aqi, come on, pinch your shoulders." I don't do anything all day, and I feel that my bones are lazy.

I don't know when I was a little drowsy, and suddenly heard a happy voice: "Young master, are you back?" Changping opened his eyes and frowned. He Ziwen said with a little surprise, "Hongxi? Why are you here?"

Changping hooked the corners of his mouth and went out. Hongxi looked at He Ziwen a little aggrievedly and said, "Young master... Have you forgotten Hongxi?" After saying that, he looked at him tremblingly.

He Ziwen rubbed his eyebrows, shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm just surprised."

"Cousin." Changping looked at He Ziwen and asked with a smile, "Why did you come back so late today?"

"It's too late for a colleague to go for a drink." He Ziwen smiled, took Changping's hand and walked into the inner room.

"Why is Hongxi here?" He Ziwen frowned and whispered, "Didn't I say that I would deal with it?"

"It's just a girl. I saw it in front of my ancestors today." Changping didn't mean to say that she was an old lady. Whether she was crazy or stupid, she would say bad things about her grandmother in front of He Ziwen, but such a general answer, whether it happened to meet or deliberately, this is just a benevolent person.

He Ziwen frowned, looked at Changping with a little guilt in his eyes, and whispered, "Don't worry, you are my wife. I can still do the decentness I should give you."

What he said is decent, Chang Ping understands that a direct wife should have decent, and she will not take a concubine for at least a year. The eight-hund heroine in this house can only be her, at least her identity is like this.

Changping nodded with a smile and picked up food for him for dinner.

"I heard that you have made a small study?" He Ziwen smiled and asked, "But is it done?"

"Well, after telling my cousin a few days ago, I found a craftsman." Changping smiled and said, "It's all right. If my cousin is interested, Ping'er will take my cousin later."

"Okay, let's take a look later." He Ziwen nodded and said, "I heard from your aunt that you have liked reading and playing the piano since you were a child, and I haven't listened to you playing the piano for a long time."

"Ha ha, it's just for casual play." Changping smiled and said, "It can't be true."

He Ziwen smiled and said nothing. Changping blinked his eyes and said slightly lonely, "Let the girl Hongxi serve you in the future."

"Stay with you. Wenmo Wenyu is served by the study. There is no need to add people." He Ziwen patted her hand and comforted her, "Don't think nonsense."

"Well, I know." Changping said with a smile, put down his chopsticks, looked at He Ziwen and said, "Do you want to see my study?"

"Let's go." He Ziwen got up with her, and the small study was next to the master bedroom in Tinglan Courtyard. He Ziwen opened the door and saw that the thick fluffy carpet was slightly stunned. He shook his head helplessly and did not go in.

Hongxi's thing was placed in a red place by Changping. He Ziwen won't touch her now, and the old lady can't say anything, but Changping can sometimes guess something by looking at He Ziwen's expression. I'm afraid Shen Ran also knows this matter.

The vow of the world is just a comfort for yourself. What's more, an empty vernacular, an oath made on the basis of betrayal?

Time flies, but more than a year has made Changping feel tired. He is really tired, his body is tired, and his cultivation may recover for a period of time, but his heart is tired. Who will tell her what to do?

After all, the old lady is still dissatisfied with her and always looks for all kinds of excuses to deny her.

She has tried and argued, but she still can't get the satisfaction of the old lady. Shen Ran once inadvertently said that the ninth princess intended to recruit He Ziwen as her son-in-law at that time. Changping felt that the old lady was afraid that she completely hated herself. All she knew that because He Ziwen had a marriage contract with her, she could not become the emperor's son-in-law. Even his aunt felt a little regretful, and Changping saw it clearly.

In her life, she is always too sober and too rational.

"Miss, let's go to bed." Luqi whispered, "If you sleep like this, you will catch a cold..."

Changping opened his eyes, got off the lounge chair, opened the door, looked at the fallen leaves outside the window, and sighed: "Autumn is coming..."

"Well, miss, let's go in." Luqi's heart was sad, "Green... Miss, don't be angry."

"She is no longer green..." Changping shook his head. "Green will not betray me so much... She is the fifth aunt of the He family... Ha... Fifth aunt..." It's really ironic. Changping couldn't help laughing.

How failed she is to be a human being. Nowadays, in Hefu, she can be said to have nothing but Lvqi.

What is left is just an empty Tinglan Courtyard. Maybe one day, Tinglan Courtyard will not belong to me...

Why did it become like this? She asked herself more than once, "Aqi... Why did Ayi betray me..." Changping looked at the woman in front of her confusedly and muttered, "Am I not good enough for her?"

"She actually betrayed me for a He Ziwen." There was hatred in Changping's eyes. Did she really compromise too much? Did a deep house compound really change her self-esteem and her temper?

"Aqi... how much emotion can really change a person..." Changping doesn't understand what's good He Ziwen can make Green betray himself for him.