"Erlang is really not in a hurry?"

After eating tofu brain, Xi Yunfei originally planned to take Mu Ziyi to Pingkangfang to see the construction progress of the Tang Dynasty Pavilion.

It just so happened that Wei Tianzhen had nothing else to do, so the three of them walked to the scene together.

On the way, Wei Tianzhen saw Xi Yunfei looking calm and couldn't help but ask questions.

Mu Ziyi held her arm, looked up at Xi Yunfei who was walking with Wang Dachui, and said, "We should not be anxious."

Wei Tianzhen pursed her lips and felt a little uncomfortable. She remembered Xiao Yun'er, who was so devilish that she was not a ghost by Cui Sheng, and also remembered Wei Ruyi, the grandfather who was forced by Cui Yan to marry Cui Sheng.

In the eyes of a medium-sized family like them, the Cui family of Qinghe is such a giant that it is unmatched and transcendent.

However, in front of this future uncle, everything seemed to be overturned.

Mu Ziyi glanced at her and said softly: "Erlang mentioned the Miss Xiao you mentioned before."

"Um?"

"Then he recited a limerick!"

Wei Tianzhen looked curious.

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Heaven is good for reincarnation. If you don't believe it, look up and see who will the heaven spare."

After reading it, Mu Ziyi felt a little ashamed, but Wei Tianzhen's eyes lit up: "What do you mean by sister?"

Mu Ziyi patted the back of her hand: "Sister, just wait and see. You will be a member of Shuofang Xi's family in the future. Just say anything in your heart. Erlang is the most protective of his shortcomings and doesn't like people who are squeamish."

Wei Tianzhen's pretty face was slightly rosy. She had a bit of a killing intention before, but Xi Yunfei's reaction made her feel like she was not successful.

At this time, Mu Ziyi was speaking bluntly, and she nodded embarrassedly, and at the same time was curious how her cheap uncle would punish that hateful scum!

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It's night.

The north wind is bleak and the sky is covered with dark clouds. The first ice rain since winter has made the whole of Chang'an feel like falling into an ice cave.

The Cui family in Qinghe has a large mansion with an active and vast area in Chang'an, which accounts for almost one-third of Jinggongfang's area.

Jinggongfang is also known as Jinggongfang, one of the buildings in the outer city of Chang'an. It is located in the east of the fifth street of Zhuquemen Street, from the north of the seventh street. It is one of the few markets in Chang'an City without Taoist temples and temples.

On the flat bluestone slab road, a luxury carriage was driving rapidly in the night rain.

After turning a few alleys, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the Cui Mansion.

After the curtain was lifted, Cheng Cui poked his head out with a worried look on his face, looked up at the door plaque on the door, and shook his head helplessly.

As a member of the Cui family in Qinghe, the family was in trouble, and even if she was reluctant, she had to come.

"Madam, it's here." Seeing her stunned at the gate, the coachman kindly reminded her.

Cheng Cui nodded slightly, got out of the car with the help of the maid, looked at the strict vermilion gate, and sighed heavily.

After walking in through the side door, the manager who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly came up to lead the way.

The house is too big, which reveals its disadvantages in this one.

Cheng Cui walked for half an hour before he arrived at the meeting hall of the clan and senior clan in the backyard.

At this time, the hall was already full of people. When someone saw her coming, he immediately spread the news to the front row.

Soon, the crowd moved out of a passage, and Cheng Cui walked in with a serious expression.

In the main position, the head of the family Cui Yan and the oldest uncle did not look very good.

And in front of them, Cui Sheng knelt softly on the ground, not daring to raise his head a little.

"Nian'er is here, come, come to my uncle."

Qinghe Cui family is now living in the same family for five generations. This uncle is one generation older than Cheng Cui's father Cui Xin. He is a person of her grandfather and the oldest elder of Qinghe Cui family.

Cheng Cui was raised by this uncle when he was a child. Later, he had no social relationship when he got married. Until her first husband died, his uncle could not bear to be angry at her husband's house, so he forced her husband's family to write a book of divorce, and even asked his daughter Yuqi to come back.

The domineering behavior of the Cui family in Qinghe is evident. After returning to Cui family, Cheng Cui family was naturally not favored by his family. Fortunately, he was supported by this uncle. Soon after, he found Cheng Yaojin, a popular prince, as his husband, for her, and he was very loving.

"Nian Niang, sit next to the old lady." Cui Yan asked someone to bring a chair over and put it directly to the left of the eldest uncle.

Cheng Cui's boudoir name is Nian, which is only two years younger than Cui Yan's head. When he was a child, Cui Yan called her "Nian Niang, Nian Niang". Later, Cui Yan took the position of head of the family, and Cheng Cui called him a widow, so Cui Yan didn't like her much.

Now that he heard this familiar title again, Cheng Cui was disliked and felt a little disgusted.

He nodded slightly at him, changed into a smile and walked to the uncle to sit down, and asked the old man about his good health.

Cui Yan appeared to be the ancient Jing Wubo, but he cursed Cheng Cui in his heart for being ungrateful. If there was no place to be useful to you now, how could a mere daughter who remarried again enter the conference hall of the clan elders' meeting?

Cui Yan glanced at Cheng Cui fiercely, turned to look at his precious son kneeling on the ground, and changed into a distressed expression.

"Everyone, although Sheng'er is wrong first, his starting point is good..."

Cui Yan spoke righteously, but basically excused his son.

Next to him, Cheng Cui was too lazy to listen to his argument, and asked curiously with his uncle: "Uncle, what happened? Why are everyone here?"

When the eldest uncle heard this, he sighed and said, "It's a misfortune to the family. This kid copied a poem. It was nothing. Who would have thought that the poem was written by the little guy Shuofang? Tsk, that little guy is not easy to mess with. The previous dynasty could not defeat Goguryeo, but he didn't expect that this little guy would be destroyed by the backhand. It's amazing, great!"

This is the heart disease of the eldest uncle. He has two sons and several grandsons died on the battlefield of Goguryeo. Now that Goguryeo has become the eight counties in Liaodong, he is grateful to Xi Yunfei, so he has no intention of helping Cui Sheng.

Cheng Cui's eyebrows were slightly frowned. Scholars value being righteous. It doesn't matter if they can't write good articles by themselves, but plagiarism is like this... The key is that you, the foolish nephew, have restored your original book and copied it without saying a word.

It's embarrassing, it's so embarrassing!

Cheng Cui glanced at Cui Sheng kneeling on the ground. He really didn't expect that he would do such a thing.

At this time, a harsh voice sounded in the hall: "Dalang, even if you want to protect him, there is no need to treat us all as fools. Who doesn't know that Sheng'er will cause trouble? Let's not talk about the jealousy of the Duan family some time ago, but about the dirty things three years ago. When did your baby son do a good thing that made me Cui proud of?"
Chapter completed!