Have You Written Your Will Today?

  Chapter 2 The night is deep, the cousin is self-respecting

  The sky is getting late, and the twilight is all together.

  I don’t know when it started snowing outside, fluttering and rustling down. After one night, a thick layer accumulated on the branches, as if unable to bear the force, they bent downward into a strange arc.

  Shen Hua leaned against the couch, lowered her eyes, and thought to herself.

  My heart is already burning like fire.

   "Lady, why don't you ask the clan elders. He is the most fair, and he took good care of the lady in the past years. I think he can make the decision." Yicui opened the curtain, and brought the medicine sent by the cook.

  The dark concoction looks bitter.

  Shen Wei twitched the corners of her mouth, seeming to be ironic but not ironic.

   Fair?

  Ke clan elders and Shen Hewen have colluded for a long time.

   The matter of adoption cannot be avoided without the help of the two of them.

   As for taking care of.

  In the previous life, she was imprisoned, Shen Hewen pinched Dafang's lifeline, and then paid attention to her, Shen Xueshi did not save her. She put all her eggs in one basket to get in front of the clan elder.

  The clan elder turned his head and sent her back to Shen Hewen who had escaped. It was a kind face as always, but what he said was cruel words.

  —Yangyang, listen to your second uncle, he and your father are siblings, how can he harm you?

——Shen Qu regards you as his own sister, you are a daughter of the Shen family, the relationship between left and right is long gone, and besides, you are in a lingering illness, and the days are getting worse and worse, it is better to obey, for your second uncle and stepbrother It is worth sacrificing a little.

  —Listen to the words of the clan elders, don't make trouble, then no one will be honored. It is good for a family to be harmonious after all.

  Calling her by her baby name, it was an intimate gesture of an elder, but what she said was extremely vicious.

  Shen Hua drank the concoction in a few sips. I have never used the caramel sweet mouth prepared by Yicui. After drinking this medicine, there is no improvement, but it is better than nothing.

  Seeing that Shen Wei was lifeless, Yi Cui picked up good words again.

   "After the filial piety period, when the lady enters the He family, she will be protected by Mr. He. With him, naturally the lady will not be wronged."

  Yi Cui thought that these words would comfort Shen Hua.

   Of course,

  Shen Hua just smiled lowly, mockingly, but firmly.

   "He Chuming will come to call off the engagement."

  Yi Cui suddenly widened her eyes.

   "No...it won't. Mr. He rushed to express his condolences when he received the obituary notice yesterday, and he never left you, my lady."

   "The wedding date of the two governments has been set early, how can he betray his promise and be a heartless person?"

   Condolences?

   It is nothing more than to use this to explore the reality of Shen's family.

  The considerate and thoughtful He Chu is nothing but a hypocrite.

  The reason for the He family's engagement to her was nothing more than wealth, and the situation of the big house was gone, so the He family naturally got away in a hurry. He didn't even forget to turn around and sell to Erfang.

   I'm afraid that if she is one step too late, she, Shen Wei, will **** the blood of the He family.

   Who can she ask for?

  Even if it was reported to the government, she ignored it.

  Shen Wei was buried soon.

  To obstruct the establishment of an heir is to be unfilial and even more disobedient. This is a great sin.

  Now she is weak and unable to bring down the second room. This is the truth.

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  Shengjing

  Yangling Hou Mansion

  The lights in the house have already been lit, and it is as bright as day.

  Cigarette curls up, very light but elegant. Permeated from the incense burner, filled the room.

  Cui Yun was sitting upright, with a cold expression on his face, looking at the scrolls and raising his head and feet, the children of the aristocratic family showed their demeanor.

  Suddenly, he moved his fingertips and looked up at the window.

   Immediately, there was a slight sound. Someone broke through the window.

  He didn't panic in the slightest, and looked away lightly

  Cui Yun put down the book in his hand, but did not intend to entertain.

   "Rare customers."

  The man's voice was extremely cold. Covered like frost and snow, it looks exactly the same as him.

  If it weren't for the cold temper, the girls in Shengjing would be even more crazy.

   Xie Xun raised his eyebrows and stepped forward, across the desk, without the slightest embarrassment of breaking in through a window.

   Cui Yun and Xie Xun actually have no friendship.

  However, Xie Xun came here this time, but he had something important to ask.

   "Master Cui Xiaohou."

   "I want you to pick up someone for me, Shen Hua, the daughter of Shen Wei from the Shen Family Embroidery Workshop in Fengzhou."

   Xie Xun ordered troops to suppress the bandits as soon as he received the imperial order. There should be no delay, and what he said was straightforward.

  He cupped his fists and saluted Cui Yun.

   His tone was full of sadness.

   "Her brother died young, but he has friendship with me. I hope the young master will arrange him properly. When I return, I will be very grateful."

  Xie Xun thought that it would take a lot of talking to come here this time.

  Of course, Cui Yun inspected him for a few seconds.

"Can."

  Xie Xun, who prepared a long speech:…

  Cui Yun frowned slightly: "But..."

   "You are best friends with Prince Gong's son, why do you want to be farther than me?"

  Xie Xun was slightly stagnant.

He said angrily: "That Ji Huo is a famous libertine, he can't walk when he sees a beautiful woman. Shen Wei is not in good health, if he is frightened, what should I do? I have an uncertain return date, how can I rest assured."

  Xie Xun glanced at Cui Yun. After all, he was asking for help, so he planned to praise him.

   "But you are different, Little Marquis Cui. In the entire Shengjing, no one knows that you are as cold and indifferent as the moon, and you are not close to women."

   "Those aristocratic princes have spread the word in private, even if the goddess is naked in front of you, you will never be emotional."

   "You are the most suitable candidate right now."

   This doesn't sound like a boast, but an insult to the man.

  Cui Yun did not change his face.

  After Xie Xun left, Ji Qing, who was serving outside the house, entered respectfully.

   "Master, you can go and check the details of Shen's daughter."

   "No need."

  Although Xie Xun has been away for many years, he is a member of the Fuguo government. How could he not have connections to work for him?

  What is he afraid of?

  If Xie Xun's words just now are studied carefully, they are really full of loopholes and it doesn't make sense.

  However, Xie Xun was right. In Shengjing, no one was stricter than Cui Yun.

   Cui Yun has no interest in Xie Xun's secret. No idea of ​​snooping.

  Jie Qing: "Fengzhou is a long way away, I stay in Shengjing, and my subordinates will pick me up."

"No."

  Cui Yun continued to take the scroll, turned a page with his fingertips, his eyes fell on the dense scriptures, and his voice did not fluctuate at all: "I will go in person."

  He never traded at a loss, but it was just a matter of spending some effort, but he was able to make Xie Xun, the son of Duke Fu, owe him a favor.

This is enough.

  The night is deep.

  Cui Yun got up, feeling somewhat settled.

  He stepped out of the courtyard, the night was silent, and Ji Qing held a lamp to illuminate.

   "Cousin." The woman's soft voice came from not far away.

   "I made some sweet soup and sent it on the order of the old lady."

  The man blessed his body, shy and timid.

  Cui Yun raised her eyebrows.

   There are too many cousin girls who come to Cui's house. He never paid much attention, so naturally he couldn't tell the name of the person in front of him.

  However, the cultivation of the son of the aristocratic family prevented him from yelling, but the words he could say were cold and without any emotional color to tear it down, and completely extinguished the hot love of the little lady.

   "I am in the study, no one dares to disturb the quiet. Grandma knows."

   Therefore, sweet soup is never sent.

   "The night is late, my cousin is proud."

  (end of this chapter)