Chapter 1 I can't afford to lose face!

Late night, with the cry of a baby, the whole banquet house became anxious from a quiet atmosphere.

It should have been a happy event to have a baby.

But the upper and lower parts of the house were as embarrassed as dead people, and as if they had been prepared for a long time, the girl and the woman flocked into the west wing. As soon as I got to the room, I was stunned.

** A bloody large area under the bed, and the eldest lady, who has always been stupid, is holding a newborn baby in her hand. The umbilical cord has not been cut off, but the maternal brilliance bursts in her eyes.

Miss is extremely beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the capital and even the whole world, but no one has ever looked at her beauty. Because a beautiful but stupid woman is not shining.

However, at this moment, her eyes were no longer dull, but were flexible and exuded charm, which suddenly infected many people.

Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan also arrived, and at the same time, Master Yan was also waiting outside the door. If it hadn't been for the man in the delivery room, he would have been the first to break in.

"Madam!" The servants and girls saluted respectfully.

Mrs. Yan nodded and looked at Yan Ji in **, but sighed inaudiblely.

"Mother!" Mrs. Yan asked Mrs. Yan for advice, but in fact, she hoped that the Mrs. Yan Ji could let go.

"Our banquet house can't afford to lose face!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone knew what to do, but Mrs. Yan knelt down.

"Mother, Ji'er is innocent. She doesn't know anything at all. Mother, please let her live!"

If you are unmarried and have children, it is rumored that the whole family will be humiliated. What's more, Yan Ji has a marriage with the Hou family. At this moment, if she is married, if it is learned, the banquet family will be very disrespectful to the Hou family, and it is a felony of bullying the emperor!

For a moment, which is more important? A flashed in Mrs. Yan's eyes, and there was a decision.

It is still a good deal to get rid of an unfriendly granddaughter and save the whole Yan family!

"Come on, take your wife down!"

Mrs. Yan pleaded bitterly, but she was dragged out.

"Mother, Ji'er can't die anyway!"

Mrs. Yan heard Mrs. Yan's fading voice with a contemptuous smile on the corners of her lips.

"Women's benevolence."

Then three or five five five rough servants all came forward to rob Yan Ji's children.

And at this jugnum, I don't know where Yan Ji's strength came from, and she insisted on holding on to the child! No matter who approaches, she won't give it.

However, the child cried loudly in the process of fighting.

This cry is very crisp and heartbroken, and the child's voice is the most infectious. Several servants were shocked and dared not go forward.

At this time, Mrs. Yan's eyes suddenly became firm and abnormal.

"No matter how you use to grab the child!"

The old lady said so clearly, and several servants ignored it. They directly came forward and took Yan Ji's hand. On her waist, her hands were twisted out.

The usual pain is difficult for fools to tolerate, but at this time she doesn't know where her belief comes from. She is so firm that she refuses to let go, and tears are drooling.

Mrs. Yan has been sitting calmly. The servants were so anxious that they finally couldn't help taking pillows and directly masking people.

And Yan Ji has been struggling, and her legs have been struggling, but the voice in the room has gradually decreased.

And someone slowly opened the quilt with this hand and looked into Yan Ji's nose, but he was shocked.

"Tai... Mrs....Miss, she has returned to the west!"

"What?" Mrs. Yan stood up as soon as she patted the table.

The people who knelt all over the ground, no one dared to get up and speak loudly.

Mrs. Yan frowned and glanced at ** Yan Ji, not to mention pity, but felt very unlucky.

Then waved his hand and said, "Then pull down and find a place to bury it!"

"But Madam, the little young master is still angry, but he can't grab it!" A bold servant said something.

Mrs. Yan stared at her, thought for a moment, and then sighed, "Then bury them together!"

I'm kidding, this child can't stay no matter how good he is, otherwise can he still honor her if he knows that they killed his mother in the future?

After

, Mrs. Yan no longer intervened. Tonight, she was tired enough to run around. After thinking about it, she didn't know what to say to Qingyuan.

But Mrs. Yan has to tell her to shut up!

Several bold servants went to lift Yan Ji according to their words, but at this time, the child in Yan Ji's arms was surprisingly quiet, and her eyes kept spinning, and the sharp edges and corners of her eyebrows were cute and pitiful. On the contrary, life is unbearable.

But after all, no one is a living Bodhisattva. If you save him privately, you are afraid that Mrs. Yan will know that she will not even protect her life.

Thinking about this, everyone was out of their minds. So he took a blanket and wrapped Yan Ji together with the child.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high and the night is high, killing and set fire.

With such a big scandal, people will naturally be buried in an unknown place.

After talking about it, there was no evidence of death, so I chose to be buried on the mountain in the backyard of the banquet house. Several families took the iron to plan the pit. Two more are shining with torches.

The dim yellow light shone with the figure, and the sad sound of the wind around and the cry of the owl at night made people shudder.

A few people came boldly, but the more they worked, the more uncertain they became.

As a result, the pit had been dug and wanted to bury people directly, but a pair of white jade-like wrists were stretched out of the blanket. The ten fingers were like green onions, but they were miserable white. After reaching out, she began to squirm, step by step, as if she wanted to climb out!

Everyone's hearts have reached their throats, and there will be a sense of guilt in their hearts. What's more, in the middle of the night, the cool breeze is even more gloomy at this moment.

And the wriggling of the hands is the last life-saving straw that directly defeats everyone's psychological defense.

"Ah, ghost!" I don't know who shouted first.