The young couple from the farm fights back

Chapter 184: Cheng Hua's Resentment

Yiheng was writing in the room when suddenly the door in front of him was pushed open. It was so rude that one knew who the visitor was without even looking up.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Yiheng's tone was a little cold: "Close the door!"

"Hehe~" Yijing nibbled on the frozen pear in his hand and closed the door with a smile.

"Brother, Deputy General Cheng took my aunt away just like that."

Yiheng nodded in ink, frowned slightly and glanced at him. He knew that this boy was up to no good, but when his eyes fell on the frozen pear he was chewing in his hand, there was a hint of displeasure.

"Although ice pears are refreshing, eating too much will hurt your stomach. If Yi An sees you later, he'll say you don't care about your diet."

Yijing: ...

It's just eating two more frozen pears. With a bunch of medical experts at home, he can't really hurt himself: "No, big brother, did you hear what I said?"

Seeing Yi Jing walk to the tea table in front and sit down in a nonchalant manner, Yi Heng stopped looking at him in annoyance and instead carefully wrote his words: "After all, this is Brother Jin's family matter. It's not right for us outsiders to interfere."

"I just feel that my aunt and Brother Jin almost died that day, and it was so unfair that the matter was just passed over so lightly."

"That's their family business!" Yiheng emphasized again.

Yijing: ..., I feel like I'm asking for trouble.

As a brother, he felt sorry for Brother Jin.

Yiheng finished writing the calligraphy, a look of satisfaction in his eyes. He glanced at Yijing twice, then thought of something. He put down his pen and ink, pulled two booklets from the bookshelf behind him, and placed them on the corner of the table.

"A while ago, Uncle Mingye brought back two books from outside. You can read them in your room when you have nothing to do."

When it comes to books, Yijing gets a headache and feels that he shouldn't come to his elder brother to complain.

Seeing Yi Jing's lack of interest, Yi Heng's lips curled up: "Are you really not going to watch it?"

Yi Jing saw the amusement in his elder brother's eyes and stood up and walked forward curiously. When he saw the name on the booklet clearly, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"The Art of War! On the use of military strategies!"

The young man who had a gloomy face a second ago now smiled like a stewed dog's head, which made Yiheng unable to bear to watch.

"I told you that you are my elder brother, dear brother!"

Yiheng: ..., can we not kiss each other?

Yi Jing stuffed the two books into his arms as if they were treasures, unable to hide the excitement in his heart: "Brother is right, I should read more and not disturb you while you write."

Without waiting for Yiheng to make a few jokes, the old man put the book in his pocket, opened the door happily and ran out, running faster than a rabbit.

Seeing the door closing, Yiheng smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Just as his mother said, this kid has exactly the same temperament as his father. He likes to use force and always talks about being in the army.

I gave him these two books just to encourage him to cultivate his character and stay in his room and not run around. I was worried that he would keep his mouth shut and run to Brother Jin to complain about other people's parents' faults, so as not to annoy others.

Yiheng put away the words on the desk, and at this time, the door opened again.

He looked up and saw that it was his brother Que Ge'er who came in: "Here he comes."

Que Ge'er closed the door and walked slowly forward, holding one hand behind his back and holding a sachet in the other hand. He handed it to him: "Here, before leaving, Yizhi sister made a sachet for each of us. This is for you."

Although men and women are not allowed to pass things on privately, Cheng Yi is their sister, so Que Ge'er doesn't think there is anything wrong with it, and all the brothers in the mansion can have a share.

Yiheng didn't care, took the sachet and put it aside: "Okay."

Seeing the couplet in his hand, Que Ge'er reached out to take it, unfolding it and reading: "[There is always a little bit of wind in the world, filling my hundreds of thousands of dreams.] It's yours, and it's written even better."

"Brother, you are too kind. In front of you, I feel ashamed to accept this compliment."

Yiheng knew that no matter how well he wrote, he could never achieve the vigorous and majestic calligraphy of his brother.

Que Ge'er smiled, thinking it was a compliment from his brother: "How about we have a drink together in the room tonight?"

"Okay." Yiheng also liked to drink and recite poetry with his brother, and have a hearty duel.

Yanzhou City, Cheng Mansion, Side Courtyard.

From that day on, Cheng Hua was imprisoned in a side courtyard in disguise. All the maids who used to serve her were sold out of the mansion. Only a newly bought old woman was left to look after her on her father's orders.

Because of this, Cheng Hua had no place to vent her anger. After just over a month, she felt so angry that she was going crazy and uncomfortable.

Cheng Hua missed her mother, Da, immensely. She wondered how she was doing now, and whether they would ever see each other again. She was also furious. Liang and her son had such good fortune, only to have been smitten by Lady Li on Changsheng Island. Otherwise, her grandmother and her mother would have surely disposed of them that day, and her father would never have known about it.

All of this was caused by that bitch Liang. She would never recognize Liang as her mother. As long as she lived in this mansion, there would be plenty of opportunities for revenge in the future.

Cheng Hua was so depressed that he was lost in thought. Suddenly, the door opened.

Seeing Mrs. Du bringing the dinner prepared in the kitchen, she couldn't help rolling her eyes. She sat down on the edge of the couch and turned her back to her.

"Miss, dinner is ready. I'll put it on the table for you." Mrs. Du said humbly as she opened the food box and placed two dishes and a soup on the eight-square table in the room.

Cheng Hua curled his lips in disdain and glanced at the table in front of him reluctantly. Seeing that tonight's dishes were better than before, he couldn't help but frown.

"Why isn't it coarse steamed buns with vegetables today?"

Cheng Hua became more and more angry when she mentioned this. In order to punish her, her father reduced the expenses in her room, saying that if the soldiers in the barracks could eat it, then everyone in the mansion could eat it.

Considering how she has been pampered since she was young, she has never experienced such a hard life.

Mrs. Du put away the food box, lowered her eyes and said, "My dear Miss, today the Madam and the Second Miss are back home. The Master said that all affairs in the house will be in the Madam's charge. The Madam has instructed the kitchen to resume the usual meals."

"What?" Cheng Hua stood up from the bed in disbelief: "She's back?"

Why can Liang come back?

The bitch who harmed her grandmother and mother's brother had already run away, so how could she dare to come back?

Hearing the disrespect in Cheng Hua's tone, Mrs. Du frowned slightly and raised her head, "Miss, the mistress has instructed that the side courtyard should still follow the master's arrangements, so that you can cultivate your character in the courtyard. The mistress has also exempted you from the daily sleep and wake-up call, and you don't have to go to the main courtyard to set rules."

Cheng Hua clenched his hands into fists under his sleeves. After hearing what Mrs. Du had said, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and trembled uncontrollably.

Is Liang relying on her status to suppress her, a concubine's daughter?

He said something about saving her from unconsciousness and waking her up, but it was obvious that he didn't want to see her.

Liang, the mistress of the house, actually treats the concubines in the mansion so badly. Isn't she afraid that it will get out and people will criticize her for being narrow-minded and unable to tolerate even a concubine?

The more Cheng Hua thought about it, the angrier he became. He rushed to the table and raised his hand to sweep the food off the table.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Du intervened in time: "Miss, the meals in the mansion are all rationed. I have the audacity to remind you that the master is most concerned about frugality."

The other party's words immediately froze Cheng Hua's raised hand in mid-air.

Now, even a woman can bully her, which makes her angry and hateful for a while.

In the end, he could only put his hand down in anger.