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Chapter Seventy-Six

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    She wiped the teardrops from her chin with a handkerchief, "Mr. Ge, don't say too much, I know what you want to say"

    "From the very beginning, I knew that the Yang family would not accept such a lowly status like me, and now I am humiliating myself, because I heard that Mr. Yang Ge is upright and open-minded, so I come here to ask you to be the master for me.  "

    Yang Jian was confused by her crying, so he stroked his blue beard and said hesitantly, "Uh, you mean Jin'er"

    As soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Qian bowed his head and saluted him with tears in his eyes: "Don't worry, Mr. Ge, although the little girl is a low-ranking person, she is not a shameless person, and she can't do those entangled things. I will pack up my things and leave tomorrow morning."  Capital, from now on, keep your law and order, and never break your promise."

    Her pre-emptive attack caught Yang Ge by surprise. He probably had never seen such a happy woman. Yang Jian stretched out his hand and called her, "Wait, wait."

    "What's going on between you and Jin'er? Don't worry, just talk slowly."

    Wen Qian wiped her cheeks slightly, took a deep breath, as if she was trying to calm down, and then said slowly, "It's like this"

    "My ancestor Uehara was also from a scholarly family. Because of his family's decline, he had no choice but to enter the music workshop to learn art, so as to make a living and not starve to death on the street."

    "Although the little girl lives in a dusty place, she also understands the principle of 'body and skin, accepting her parents'. She has kept herself clean for many years and never surpassed it."

    Seeing Yang Jian nodding in agreement, she knew she had something to do, and immediately continued: "That day, Mr. Yang and others came to the music workshop to eat wine and listen to music, and accidentally drank a few more glasses.  I sent him back to his room, you know how Jin Yiwei behaves so I can only follow suit."

    As far as this is concerned, Wen Qianbei came out of it, covering the corner of her mouth with an embroidered handkerchief, "Who would have thought that after entering the house, Mr. Yang, he, he, he"

    The following words are almost self-evident, but anyone with a brain can guess what kind of good things can happen when the young master Yang, who is full of blood and stimulated by alcohol, and a beautiful singer, are alone in a room  .

    Old Yang Ge frowned and wanted to sigh.

    Wen Qian cried for a moment and stopped just right, "Afterwards, Mr. Yang also regretted it very much, and left me a large sum of money. I know his origin, and I dare not have any extra thoughts. Anyway, my life has been ruined.  I'm not afraid of adding another scar."

    "But who would have expected that after a month, the doctor would say that Ithat I"

    Yang Jian raised his head suddenly, looked at her more and more carefully, and said in astonishment: "Are you pregnant?"

    Wen Qian nodded with feigned embarrassment, "Young Master Yang took me to Beijing." She bit her lower lip, "It's a pity that I didn't live up to it. The child was exhausted due to the bumpy journey, so"

    Having said that, she prepared her emotions in her heart, and gently pinched her arms with her fingers, immediately as if she had lost a loved one, she wailed in despair, as if she was crying down the Great Wall.

    Mr. Yang Ge experienced a series of ups and downs in a short period of time. He sat in the same place for a while, and raised his hand to "slap" the table.

    "Call me Yang Jin!"

    At that time, it was just dark.

    Ever since Wen Qian followed Yang Jian into the study, Yang Jin has been waiting anxiously outside the courtyard. Although he has good hearing, he can only catch a few words in the time of burning incense.

    Faintly heard Wen Qian's sobbing, followed by the sound of slapping the table, his heart suddenly tightened, thinking to himself: Dad lost his temper with her?

    Yang Jin didn't go into the room until Yang Jian's long follower came to send a message.

    The lights in the room had just been turned on, and the light was not very bright, which made Yang Ge's deep eyebrows even darker, while Wen Qian stood in the hall and wept pitifully.

    Yang Jin stood beside her in bewilderment, turned his head to look at Wen Qian, who was still crying without looking sideways, so he had no choice but to salute Yang Jian.

    "Father."

    "I'm asking you." The person in the seat looked at him coldly, and said loudly when he spoke, "Walking around in the fireworks and willow alley, raping women, starting in chaos and then abandoning them, traveling long distances and neglecting to take care of them, causing the child to have a miscarriage, this is your fault  Is it a good thing?!"

    Yang Jin didn't know what to do when he was hit by a few cauldrons that fell from the sky, and he frowned after hearing this: "Me?"

    Subconsciously, he glanced at Wen Qian from the corner of his eye. She was covering her face with a veil, and she gave him a quick look.

    Yang Jin: ""

    Yang Jin sighed heavily in his heart, he could guess with the tip of his nose who wrote such bitter and bitter words, he silently accepted all the blame on his back, and nodded resignedly: "   I did it.""Look.  She stood up, dragging a foot that was bound like a ham, bouncing and walking to the entrance of the ancestral hall.

    In the dead of night, and the ancestral hall is located in the most remote place in Yang's mansion, standing under the moonlight all of a sudden has a somewhat eerie feeling.

    Contrary to her expectation, the person under the steps turned out to be Lang Xu.  He was holding a food box in his hand, followed by a servant, standing there tall and burly, making both the food box and the servant seem extraordinarily small and pocket-sized.

    "Why are you here?" As soon as Wen Qian spoke, Lang Xu cautiously made a silent gesture towards her, and looked around with a bit of taboo.

    But she didn't care, and walked down with a smile, "Are you here to bring me food?"

    He only smiled and nodded when he heard the words, and with a low ah, he leaned over and handed the food box forward.  Wen Qian was not in a hurry to pick it up, she tiptoed to touch his cheek before reaching out to hold it.

    While she was watching the food, Lang Xu wrapped the rabbit fur shawl she usually wears around her neck thinly, and then tied it tightly to prevent Wenqian from freezing at night.

    "Thank you." She breathed towards the sky.

    Seeing the completion of the task, the young servant bowed respectfully and said goodbye, "Young Madam, please take your time, then we will leave first."

    Wen Qian sent Lang Xu away, picked up the food box and jumped back to find Yang Jin.

    He just finished copying a sheet, stopped writing and looked at her, "What's the matter?"

    "Good thing." Wen Qian sat back beside him with a smile, "Come here, there is something delicious."

    She lifted the lid, and the delicious aroma of the food rushed to her face. The meat dishes include lion's head, the fine dishes include stir-fried pork, the filling dishes include assorted buns and diced meat buns, and the desserts are flower cakes.

    After all, Mrs. Yang felt sorry for the child, and quietly prepared seven or eight dishes for her.

    Yang Jin put away the paper and pens on the table first, and she and she used steamed buns with shredded pork in green sauce, and ate up all the dishes on the table while they were hot.

    Having enough food and wine, a new candle was added to the dying candle. In the quiet night, the whole ancestral hall could only hear the rustling sound of flipping books.

    I don't know how long it took to write, but Yang Jin suddenly felt his shoulders sink. The sudden weight made his writing hand tremble for no reason, and the stroke he drew was just crooked.

    He turned his eyes slightly, saw Wenqian's black hair all over his eyes, and felt inexplicably soft in his heart. He didn't dare to disturb her easily, so he unbuttoned his robe very slowly, and stretched out his arms to cover her in his arms.

    Wen Qian didn't wake up, and slept soundly and sweetly.  Yang Jin pursed his lips quite contentedly, hugged her in one hand, and still picked up the pen in the other hand, transcribing word by word according to the boring family rules.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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