Chapter 147 Madam's Words

So it is, but Yan Ji's heart is still slightly touched. If you know that I am not your real daughter, I don't know if you will think so in your heart.

The old lady said again, "However, you still have two people to rely on, that is, your two aunts, Amethyst Zixia."

Amethyst Zixia, Yan Ji recalled hard in her mind. These two names are really a little strange. Even if they are hard-working memories, they are just very vague. It seems that the relationship between the two of them was not very close in the past. Otherwise, how could they not have anything to do with each other?

"Mother, these two aunts should not have much contact with me when I was crazy for six years." Yan Ji asked tentatively.

The eldest lady waited for her eyes in surprise: "Yan Ji, you won't forget that your two aunts were the best for you at the beginning. Why did you forget?"

Yan Ji waved her hand and said, "No, no, I may be too tired recently, and I don't want to recall the past all the time. Mother, you know, that memory is really too cruel."

"Yes, yes, yes." The eldest lady nodded and said, "I don't want to recall the past days, but Yan Ji, you have to trust your mother. You can completely rely on these two aunts. After you were secretly executed, your two aunts broke up with the old lady."

"Mother." Yan Ji came forward and said, "Then I'll visit tomorrow, and Duoduo will leave it to you. Lan'er is alone. I'm worried that I still can't watch him."

The old lady nodded: "Don't worry, everything has a mother, and nothing will happen to you."

Yan Zijing, the eldest lady of the Yan family, married the Shangshu of the current dynasty with the status of the eldest daughter of the Yan family. What's more, she is also outstanding. She often goes in and out of the court and is lucky to become a wife.

Yan Zixia, the second lady of the Yan family, was a legendary figure in Yanjing City in those years. It was just a peach that took the emperor under his pomegranate skirt and became the most glorious noble concubine.

After Yan Ji inquired clearly, she couldn't help opening her mouth. Her two aunts were so powerful. At the beginning, why didn't anyone tell herself? Besides, especially this little aunt, who was also a regular guest of the palace. Why didn't anyone tell herself?

No matter what these two big trees say, you have to rely on them well, otherwise, they will really be blind.

The next day, the sun was good and the magpie crowed.

"I said a lot." Yan Ji took his little ear and taught him a very harsh lesson, "In the future, when your mother is not at home, you must not run around. What should you do if you, a child, was really abducted by human traffickers? And look, why were you bullied yesterday? In short, one reason is because you are young. ."

Drink more of your own red bean soup and don't pay attention to your mother's words at all.

"So." Duoduo put the spoon into the bowl. "I said that I was humiliated, but you just want to forget it. Are you still my mother?"

"I am." Yan Ji said with a smile, "Then hugged her son tightly, Duoduo. The art of war is that he wants to be captured and indulgent. We can't do it recklessly enough. Let's let him go. When our mother holds all the power of the whole banquet house in her hands, what do we will we do?"

"Cut." Duoduo shook his head, "Mother, mother, you usually say that I should read and write well and indulge myself. That's the way for you women to seduce men, okay? Oh, mother, don't you know that it's really terrible to be uneducated?"

"What's wrong with me?" Yan Ji was stunned, "You dead child, how dare you say that your mother is uneducated. I think which of us is the most educated."

Yan Ji put her hands on Duoduo's body, and Duoduo was so itchy that she quickly begged for mercy.

After a very easy parent-child time passed, Yan Ji put Duoduo and Lan'er all in Dongyuan, and also warned her son very seriously not to run around, otherwise she would hang herself when she came back.

Duoduo shook his head helplessly. My mother, are you going to die like this?

Yan Ji gritted her teeth and said strongly, "There is only one way to deal with a villain like you, there is no way."

"All right." Did the eldest lady hold her grandson in her arms? "Go and do your business as soon as possible. Duoduo can put it with me. I believe that my mother will not go wrong."

"Good, I'm relieved, I'm relieved."

Where did the aunt and the little aunt go? Yan Ji decisively chose the Shangshu Mansion outside the palace. The palace is complex and hot. If there is no preparation, Yan Ji will not enter the palace so rashly.

In Chen Shangshu Mansion, two big ten lions stand on both sides. It is really as majestic as it is. According to reason, the home of this Shangshu and Mrs. Yuming should be extraordinary.

In the main hall, Mrs. Shangshu was gently fiddling with the tea cup and listening to the housekeeper talking about this month's expenses. At this time, a porter ran in and said, "Madam, the lady of the banquet family is here."

"Ji'er." Mrs. Shangshu shook her head with a smile, "This dead girl is not crazy anymore. She finally thinks of me as an aunt."

"Don't let him in." Mrs. Shangshu smiled meaningfully, "I don't think I'll let you in. What on earth do you want to do? Damn girl, you have forgotten me after coming back for so long. Of course, I should also give you some color."

"What." Yan Ji heard this sentence when she stood at the gate, "You said Mrs. Shangshu didn't see me."

The little porter nodded honestly: "Yes, that's what madam said. Miss Yan, you still invited back."

Yan Ji still did a little homework before she came. This Shangshufu is very shrewd and capable, and he is also very concerned about his mother's niece. There is no reason not to let herself in.

Maybe it's because Mrs. Shangshu complained about herself and hasn't come back to see her for so long.

Forget it, Yan Ji suddenly thought of her son Duoduo's deadly magic weapon. Whenever she was disapprove or refused, she would have a knife meat.

You don't treat me as my own niece, I treat you as my own aunt, so just wait and see.

Yan Ji stood on the street and suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop. Tears slipped down. It was a bitter cry.

"I said, aunt, why did you turn against me? Didn't I come back? I always need to do a lot of things when I come back, so I didn't come to say good regards to you as soon as possible, but you can't be so ruthless."

With such a voice, people who were not accepted were immediately surrounded. Public opinion has had a significant effect, and many people in the crowd have begun to comment.

"Yes, yes, the people of Shangshu are really cruel. Anyway, they are also his niece. How can they refuse to leave the door?"

"Yes, it is said that women are virtuous and filial. What's the matter today? Why can they not see them?"

"What else can be? Miss Yan's family has been gone for six years, and it is likely that her family affection is weak."

The little porter really didn't know what to do, so he went back to the hall.

"Madam, you'd better go out and have a look. The young lady of the banquet is kneeling at the gate of our Shangshu Mansion now."

After hearing this, Mrs. Shangshu laughed and shook the small fan in her hand and said, "I really didn't expect that this dead girl would not let him come in and played with the knife meat for me. That's right. This is the daughter of our Yan family."

"Well, go and invite Miss Yan's house over. Just say I'm waiting in the living room."

"Yes, madam."

Yan Ji is already a little dry. If what's inside doesn't come out, he is really a little miserable. Everything that should be said should be used, which should be effective.

"Miss." The porter said very humbly, "Our wife is waiting for you in the hall."

"What, you said your wife was waiting for me." Yan Ji stood up from the ground all of a sudden. "I told you earlier, I wasted so much physical strength."

As soon as she arrived in the hall, Yan Ji saw a bright and touching lady. Holding a small pink fluffy fan in his hand, his body is naturally silk and satin. He wears a long light blue skirt, and his skin is as white as snow. Is this clearly Tianshan Tong's grandma?

A pair of slender phoenix eyes, under the hairpin phoenix, that is a very beautiful face.

The moon falls in the ears, and the tortoe on the head is shining.

This aunt should really be the emperor's concubine. It's really a pity for the little Shangshu family. Looking at such a dress, she should also be a knowledgeable and reasonable lady.

However, Yan Ji really regretted this opening.

"Dead girl, where have you died in so many years?"

Yan Ji cold sweat, my own aunt, do you want to be so scary? I really didn't expect you to be so rampant. This is really amazing.

"Me." Yan Ji sat down and looked at Erlang's legs. "Why should I tell you that you actually turned me away? Tell me, are you my own aunt?"

Mrs. Shangshu smiled and walked over and squeezed Yan Ji's face: "Oh, my silly girl, you don't know that you and your aunt and I have spent a lot of time to inquire about your news. Who knows that there is no news at all. It's hard to look forward to your return. You haven't come to me for so long."