Chapter 11, brothers are furious (one update)

With a jade crown and hair, and brocade robes, he has always shown a cold literary strategy in the image of a rich and elegant prince. His eyes are as cold as ice and snow, and his momentum is not weak as his father: "Dad, I took people to the nest of the black wind thief." This request sounds like an announcement.

The heroic cold literary strategy, his favorite leap-level challenge, known as a "madman", is even more murderous at this time, looking at it as sharp as a sword. He is too lazy to say superfluous words, just two words: "I'll go!"

"Stay honest and don't go anywhere." It's cold. He was the kind of parent who didn't explain the reason. After saying that, Long Xinghu walked away, and one of his two sons shouted as if they didn't hear it.

"Big boss, let's go by ourselves!" Han Wen roared impulsively.

Han Jin quickly grabbed Han Wenlue and shouted, "Don't be muddy! If you want to go, wait for the old turtle in the Xuan Temple to leave.

"Are you afraid of that old turtle? Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, act in a low profile all day, be bullied to the head, and have to put up with it. Jingmei is right, she is a coward!"

The second son roared so that the whole village heard it, and naturally he also heard it. He gritted his teeth, pretended not to hear it, and went straight to the Youyun Pavilion where the eldest daughter lived.

It is already the season when the pomegranate is red. A pomegranate in front of the pavilion is blooming brightly, and many people are standing under the tree. Han Feizhi's two-room concubines room with their second daughter Han Jiao and young daughter Han Yan are also there.

I asked, and I heard that these people under the tree were all bombarded out by San Shao. What's wrong with this boy? Han Feizhi frowned. Everyone thought that he was going to teach his son a lesson. Unexpectedly, he waved his hand and said, "You all break up."

The main room passed away, and Han Wenthao has never married to fill the house. The two aunts are in charge of the affairs of the inner house. Han Jing responded to big and small affairs, but her brothers did not allow her aunt to intervene, especially the third Han Wenthao, who even chose the maidservant himself.

Hearing that Han Jing fainted, the aunts rushed to show their concern. As a result, Han Wento's face was not a face and nose, and he didn't even let the two half-sisters enter the room.

Mothers are not easy to complain. Han Jiao is used to be coquettish. She rubbed her red eyes and said aggrievedly, "Dad, the third brother is so angry. We didn't provoke her. Do we just want to see my sister?"

"See if she is dead, isn't it?" Han Wenthao's cold voice floated out.

Han Jiao swung to her father and cried silently.

Han Feizhi couldn't hang on his face and shouted, "Wen Tao, why are you crazy?"

The window of the east study on the second floor opened. Han Wentao forced his two aunts and said, "In front of me, this damn girl dares to complain. Who instigated it? There's a lot of pillow wind in the background, right? Don't think I don't know. There was a gloomy wind saying about shui to solve the peach blossom evil. I, Jingmei's life has nothing to do with you! It's up to you to dislike her. What the hell!"

Externally, Hanfei is a successful businessman, and Hanji merchants are all over the first-tier cities of the Temple Alliance, with a wide range of exchanges. In the circle of the ancient Xuan family, he is a master with great prestige. Within the Han clan, he said a word. No matter where he is, he is respected, and his sons usually respect him very much.

At this time, the son scolded his aunt in front of himself, and his mouth was still unclean. Han Fei's old face had a fever, but before he could lose his temper, then Han Wen slightly lost his temper first: "Who is full of food!"

Han Wence, who came here with his second brother, met his wife Liu Yiyuan with a stew on the way and chatted for a few words. He took a step slower. Hearing the third brother's words from afar, he began to scold his wife: "That's how your sister-in-law takes care of Jingmei! Someone in the family has never heard of you mention it?"

Liu Yiyuan answered honestly: "At that time, my aunts just mentioned it and didn't take it seriously."

Han Wence, who has never blushed with his wife, was furious: "That stew is poisonous. Do you have to give it to Jingmei and be poisoned to count!"

Scared by her husband's momentum, Liu Yiyuan argued timidly: "Before, Uncle Jin asked people to say that Jingmei needed to eat some tonic Qi soup. I kept doing it. It was very clean. I tasted it. It was not poisonous."

"I'm really defeated by you!" Han Wence was so angry that he grabbed the stew cup and rushed to the cabinet door. Before entering the door, he turned around and said, "Don't blame me for being rude!"

Han Wenluo didn't know who he was rushing to. He raised his fist and shook it before turning in.

Han Wentao, who was still standing at the window, shouted to his confused sister-in-law: "Sister-in-law, please come in and take care of Jingmei." He is completely separated from the inside and outside, and their four sister-in-law are a family.

The old face was also completely torn apart by the three sons. Han Fei's anger rushed to the top, but he didn't know why he didn't rush in and beat the three unworthy sons, although he really wanted to do it. Hearing the aggrieved sobs of the second daughter and the young girl, he roared angrily, "What's there to cry!" Let's all go and let the three bastards go!"

The two aunts looked at each other and pulled their daughters away.

A heavy meal, and the coldness also left.

Soon, in Youyun Pavilion, except for the maidservant, there were only three brothers, plus Liu Yiyuan, who dared not say anything, guarding Han Jing in a coma.

Youyun Pavilion was built for the mother of Han Jing's four brothers and sisters. It is surrounded by a spiritual spring and a half-moon-shaped flower pool. The leisure time before and afternoon of my mother's life was spent here, and the flowers in the flowerbed were also planted and took care of by my mother.

After her mother's death, Han Jing moved in and occupied the hot spring pool and flower garden alone. Even the gardener who served the flower garden could not enter or leave at will. If the brothers want to go in, they have to pay her for the visit.

She was taken back to the room by the third brother and fed the elixir. Han Jing was actually clear, but her eyelids were too heavy to lift. She wanted to shout and couldn't open her mouth. Hearing her brothers lose their temper, she wanted to cry. I still remember that when my mother left, she cried and told her brothers that she couldn't trust her, and the brothers vowed not to let her suffer a little grievance.

Really, Hanjing knows that there is no brother who loves her sister as much as her brothers. Therefore, Zhou Jiangchao said that the third brother was a sister lover, and she laughed so proudly.

However, because the brothers are spoiled too much, the aunts and sisters can't kiss themselves. Han Jing knows that they all hate her, so she doesn't bother to answer them. Every time her father, who has been running away all year round, comes back, she always knows how many ridiculous things she has done without covering the chair, and then she is arrested and scolding her. She knows it's their complaint.

From making unintentional mistakes at the beginning, to deliberately making mistakes later, and then making big mistakes three or six nine, small mistakes every day, Han Jing even likes to listen to her father's roar. Well, how long has it been since I saw my father's loving smile? After thinking about it, she shook her head. It has been a long time. It seems that since her mother passed away, her father has never smiled in front of her.

"My sister shook her head." Liu Yiyuan, who sat by the bed and wiped Han Jing's cold sweat with a fine linen veil, shouted in surprise.

When the three brothers came to see, Han Jing did not move again. Han Wence scolded angrily, "Are you dazzle!"

At least the sister-in-law really loves herself. From the day she got married, she sincerely asked for warmth and couldn't let her be scolded by her eldest brother! Han Jing thought about it and said laboriously, "Don't scold your sister-in-law!" After that, her eyes actually opened.

"I'm really awake!" Liu Yiyuan shouted happily.

My heart was warm, and tears appeared in my eyes. Han Jing said weakly, "I just slept for a while. It's okay. Big brother and sister-in-law, second brother, third brother, don't worry."

"Jingmei is so good that she is not used to it." Han Wentao smiled, but his voice was a little strange.

Han Wence also said, "Well, I know that I don't want to scold my sister-in-law. It's weird."

She didn't want tears to come out. Han Jing closed her eyes and said, "Oh, for me, I have made my house restless. I guess my father can't wait to expose my skin. I don't want to hurt my sister-in-law and be scolded again. My sister-in-law has always been so good to me.

I understood the previous disturbance, and my sister heard it. The three brothers looked at each other and were speechless.

Liu Yiyuan brought the soup bowl and said softly, "Your eldest brother didn't scold me, but he was anxious and spoke a little louder. Don't think too much. Come on, drink some soup and sleep again.

It seems that my mother coaxed her to take medicine. Han Jing suppressed her tears and said, "Drink later. I want to sleep a little longer."

Looking at my sister's forced tears, Hanwen said quickly, "Brother, you go back to the room with your sister-in-law first. Lao San, you go and accompany your friends. I'll guard here."

"No, you all go. This is my mother's house. I want to occupy it by myself. No one is allowed to rob me." Han Jing made a capricious shout.

"This stubborn girl! All right, let's all go." Han Wenze asked his wife to go out with his brothers, and carefully told the maids before leaving together.

She pulled the quilt and cried happily, and Han Jing fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she woke up from a nightmare that suffocated her to death, and Han Jing gasped.

Half of the carved window is open according to her habit. Lying ** and looking at the night scene outside the window is a habit she has developed since her mother left. Because she stubbornly believed that her mother was looking at her in the sky and closed the window, she couldn't see it.

Tonight, the moon is not as beautiful as before, nor as bright as before. It is pale, like a face that lost her blood on her deathbed. The color that scares Han Jing.

Will the moon also die like mother and will never be seen again from tomorrow? There was a ridiculous idea in my mind and I laughed dumbly. When she woke up, she couldn't sleep anymore. She simply practiced.

Today's experience is so ups and downs that it can't be digested at all compared with a girl of Han Jing's age. This state is not suitable for practice, but no one around her reminds her.