Not long after, the creaking and shaking in the main room with the door closed stopped.
Aunt Zhao looked at the sweaty but exhausted man with a look of disgust.
Jiao Er said impatiently: "What do you know? I'm so tired today!"
Aunt Zhao didn't have any expectations for him at first, so she simply asked: "Tell me, who wants to see Qing Lingyi?"
Jiao Er got off her body, pulled down his pants, and said, "I only know that his surname is Jiang, and he is very young. I estimate that he should be Madam's lover. Just like the two of us."
"Lover..."
"Yes. He came here twice today and was stopped by Wu Liang, so he came to me. He said that as long as I help him, he will also give me benefits."
"How can you be sure that he can give you the benefits you want?"
Jiao Er grinned mischievously: "You are a woman in a deep house who is ignorant! The Suidu Jiang surname is not common. What is the most famous one? Today's Shangshu Ling! This Shangshu Ling is a high official, and he is the same as Zhongshu Ling and Shi Zhong. They both hold the position of prime minister. This is the only son of Shangshu Ling who studied at the Yongxing County Duke’s residence back then!"
Aunt Zhao understood and nodded, but she was still a little worried: "But this Qing Lingyi is not stupid."
"No matter what, she is just a yellow-haired girl," Jiao Er sneered, "Just wait and I will definitely get the job done tomorrow!"
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Yanshanju.
Cheng Yang lowered his eyes and looked at it. Qing Lingyi couldn't sleep peacefully and lay down uncomfortably. He groaned and tried to change positions and prepare to turn over.
But her back wasn't healed yet, so turning over like this would definitely crush her.
Cheng Yang frowned and held her shoulders.
But she had exerted so much force that she pulled her back muscles, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan: "It hurts..."
Cheng Yang wanted to say that she deserved it.
Qing Lingyi slowly opened his eyes.
She met Cheng Yang's handsome face, cold and stern, and his palms were still pressing on her shoulders.
Qing Lingyi was silent for a moment and asked with tears in his eyes: "General, are you going to hit me?"
Cheng Yang's face darkened.
Are you still blaming him?
Qing Lingyi's mind slowly turned around, as if...it seemed that she had fallen on her back during the day, and it had nothing to do with Cheng Yang.
She was a little embarrassed: "I...I remembered, it was Dabai...Chasing the Wind. That's it."
Cheng Yang said sarcastically: "With your brains, you still manage the house?"
Qing Lingyi sniffed: "I don't want to either. I know myself. I don't know anything."
But Cheng Yang remembered: "Didn't Zuo Xuan make harsh words back then to train you to become the most talented woman in Suidu?"
Qing Lingyi said dullly: "Yes, you don't even know how painful I was in those years... If it weren't for Bi Wei and Jiang Yizhou, I would definitely have died in the Yongxing County Government Mansion."
Hearing that name, Cheng Yang's eyes became colder: "Are you still thinking about Jiang Yizhou?"
"I have been my classmate for several years, and he also copied many articles for me. I can't just forget about it. That would be heartless."
"What is conscience?" Cheng Yang sneered coldly.
"Conscience, conscience is that you saved me, I will remember it." Qing Lingyi said.
Cheng Yang's heart suddenly moved.
But he frowned and his tone was stiff: "Jiang Yizhou is coming to see you, will you see him?"
Qing Lingyi was very sleepy, but he had to answer his question and nodded: "I said that he can come to the general's residence as a guest. I am the hostess now. If he comes to visit, I will give him He is having a cup of tea. This is called hospitality."
Cheng Yang laughed when he heard this: "What kind of hospitality."
"Is not it?"
Qing Lingyi heard the ridicule and was not convinced. She forced herself to stand up and say a few words for herself.
"Okay." Cheng Yang pushed her back.
He pinched her cheek and lowered his voice: "Sleep."
Qing Lingyi was indeed sleepy, her eyelids drooped downwards, and she muttered in confusion: "Isn't this how to treat guests..."
She was half asleep, her whole little face wrinkled in grievance, her eyes filled with tears, and she said coquettishly: "...General, it hurts..."
Before she finished speaking, she fell asleep.
Cheng Yang knew that she was crying out in pain because of the injury on her back.
What's the use of acting coquettishly to him? ridiculous!
He stood up, walked away for two steps, stopped again, and looked back at her.
After a long time, Cheng Yang grinded his teeth: "I should kill you right now."
the next day.
The first thing Mrs. Xue did after she woke up was to ask someone to inquire about the situation at Yanshan Residence.
Aunt Qi came back after asking around and reported truthfully: "Old lady, the general asked Doctor Wu for ointment to reduce swelling last night."
Old Mrs. Xue is someone who has been here before. How can she still not know where the swelling is and why it is swelling?
She laughed and cursed: "This devil incarnate! I'm afraid he's been doing this all night!"
Aunt Qi said with a smile: "Old lady, our third master has been alone these years, without any concubines, so it is inevitable that he is holding back his anger. The third lady is so beautiful and delicate, and her body is soft, so there is no guarantee that the third master will not lose control. Woolen cloth."
All married sons are like this, they have good physical strength and can do a lot of things.
Especially Cheng Yang, among the three sons, he is the worst.
Mrs. Xue couldn't help but feel distressed: "When Lingyi meets the third master when he is a teenager, his body and bones may not be able to bear it!"
Aunt Qi advised: "Give Third Madam more tonic, it won't be a big deal."
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Qing Lingyi woke up in a hazy state and was lying on her back on the pear blossom couch, neatly covered with a quilt.
She felt that a keen gaze was falling on her.
Opening her eyes, she saw Yuxue's cute little round face.
Cheng Anle sat on the small bench in front of the couch, holding his head and looking at her. When he opened his eyes, his facial features immediately became vivid: "You're awake!"
"Well, I woke up." Qing Lingyi smiled.
She sat up and asked, "Why are you here?"
Cheng Anle said sincerely: "I'm hungry."
Qing Lingyi asked: "Where is your father?"
Cheng Anle: "I'm hungry too."
Qing Lingyi was actually asking where Cheng Yang had gone, but she didn't expect to get such an answer.
She laughed out loud: "Okay, hungry father and daughter."
She stretched out and lay down on the bed, calling: "Bi Wei!"
But no one answered.
Maybe he was still asleep or busy with other things.
She didn't think much, she simply cleaned up and washed herself, and walked out of the main house with Cheng Anle in hand.
Things are getting better and better outside.
Cheng Yang was standing in the corridor, talking to Grandma Sun. When he heard the movement, he looked sideways and looked over indifferently.
"Dad." Cheng Anle was very respectful.
Qing Lingyi inexplicably thought that he was still hungry, and saluted a moment later: "General."
Cheng Yang glanced at her: "Are you feeling better?"
This question had no beginning or end. Qing Lingyi didn't understand and was a little confused.
She nodded casually and said, "Much better."
Then, he lowered his head and looked at Cheng Anle.
Cheng Anle looked up at her with an expression of longing.
Qing Lingyi understood: "Go to the pavilion and wait for me."
"Um!"
It's quite cool at this point, and it's not too hot in the small kitchen. Qing Lingyi plans to eat below.
The noodles were ready. She cooked a pot, mixed the soup base, filled a small bowl with dried meat on top, and brought it to Cheng Anle first.
In the pavilion, Cheng Yang was also there.
Seeing her, he lazily called out: "Madam."
