The princess has no moral principles, why did you provoke her?

Chapter 127 Cleaning up the Minister's Mansion

Bai Jinxin continued to cry and complain, "My mother once went to Beijing to look for my father, but he ordered his men to beat her half to death.

From then on, my mother became seriously ill and never recovered.”

Bai Jinxin's tears flowed silently, like pear blossoms under the rain, infinitely sad.

Ye Qingyan patted her hands and said, "Jinxin, don't be sad. You still have Nanny Qin and us."

Nanny Qin began to comfort her: "Jinxin, from now on, your aunt will treat you as her own daughter and will not let you suffer at all.

We can't let that ungrateful man go to waste."

Nanny Qin already had an idea.

"Mammy, please choose a place for Jinxin to live. Her monthly allowance should be the same as Fengyi and the others." Ye Qingyan ordered.

Bai Jinxin was very sensible and bowed: "Thank you, Master."

"Don't call me master anymore. From now on, you will follow Nanny Qin in the mansion.

I have made too many enemies outside, and I don't know when someone will come to kill me. You are safe in the mansion."

Nanny Qin believed these words and believed that her master was often assassinated.

"Jinxin, the master is right. You should do what you can in the mansion. Fengyi and the others all know martial arts, and sometimes they will get hurt."

Ye Qingyan said in a gentle voice: "Madam Qin, just go and buy whatever Jinxin needs, you don't need to tell me.

I'm confident in leaving this home to you. I'll cook a few more dishes tonight. Welcome Jinxin to join our big family."

Nanny Qin was also very moved: "Yes, I understand."

Ye Qingyan returned to her own yard. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She realized that he had abandoned his wife and daughter for the sake of fame and fortune.

You can marry someone else, but you have to give them money and they have to live.

A scumbag who only managed to get the third place in the imperial examination with the financial support of his wife, but ended up being ungrateful.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The angrier she became, her feet teleported to the gate of the residence of the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of War.

She entered the space and walked straight towards the door.

The maids cleaning the courtyard were all dressed better than Bai Jinxin.

At this time, a lady came out, followed by two maids.

There were a few fallen leaves on the ground. The lady's eyes were filled with obvious annoyance: "How did you clean this yard? Why are there still fallen leaves?"

A servant explained, "Madam, we just swept it. It's late autumn now, so it's normal to have fallen leaves."

Madam Bai stared at her with a cold look in her eyes and said angrily, "How dare you talk back to me.

The fallen leaves on the ground are because you were lazy and didn't clean it up properly.

Come, give this slave girl twenty strokes of the cane."

The maid quickly knelt down and said, "Madam, please spare my life. I will never dare to do that again."

"Someone, take him away." The lady was furious.

Two guards came up and pulled the maid aside.

"what……"

The maid's voice came from not far away.

Everyone's eyes turned to the maid. Ye Qingyan picked up a wooden stick in the space and hit Mrs. Bai's buttocks twice with lightning speed.

"Ah! Ah! Who is hitting me?"

She looked back and saw no one there. She felt so painful that tears came to her eyes.

"Whoever is behind this, get out here!"

Ye Qingyan curled the corners of her mouth and began to search the warehouse.

If it weren't for Bai Jinxin's mother's efforts, there would be no such things in the warehouse. Everything here can be regarded as Jinxin's dowry.

She waved her hand and the warehouse was empty.

With a big stroke of her brush, she wrote the words "Divine Punishment!" on the wall.

Thinking of the domineering lady, she went to the main courtyard again.

She found the lady's small storeroom, moved everything inside into her own space, and finally returned to her room with satisfaction.

The storehouse of the Right Vice Minister's Mansion was robbed in broad daylight. The Jingzhao Yin was called in to investigate, but there was no clue at all. He could only blame himself for his bad luck.

From then on, the Right Assistant Minister's Mansion lived in poverty...

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The snow was falling, and there were several red plum trees in Ye Qingyan's mansion, probably because the original owner liked plum blossoms.

With nothing to do, Ye Qingyan went to the plum garden with Fengjiu and Jinxin.

Before entering the garden, I could smell the lingering fragrance of plum blossoms, which seemed to be there and not there.

When you enter the garden, the sharp fragrance of plum blossoms seems to melt your heart into ice and jade.

The snow on the ground had not been cleared yet, and it made a crackling sound when stepped on. They began to walk in the snow to look for plum blossoms.

The red plum blossoms in the garden are blooming wantonly, so red that they seem to be burning. When the wind blows, the broken snow on the petals flutters. I don’t know whether the snow reflects the plum blossoms, or the plum blossoms set off the snow, which adds to the red plum blossoms’ clear and proud appearance.

Ye Qingyan couldn't help chanting:

"The plum blossoms compete for spring, refusing to yield. The poets put down their pens and write their critiques. The plum blossom is three points less white than the snow, but the snow is one point less fragrant than the plum blossom."

Fengjiu was surprised: "Master, your poem is really good."

Ye Qingyan smiled calmly, and that smile was like a stream of clear spring water in the mountains, bringing joy to people.

"Someone else wrote it, and I used it to suit the occasion."

A few people laughed while admiring the plum blossoms, and even picked a few branches of plum blossoms and put them in a vase.

For the next period of time, Ye Qingyan was busy. It was the end of the year, and she had to give red envelopes to everyone, and the house also had to prepare supplies for the New Year.

In the evening, Leng Jiuyuan came to Ye Qingyan's house again with two boxes.

"Xiao Qi, the New Year is coming soon, these are my gifts for you.

After saying that, he opened a box which was full of banknotes.

He opened another box, which was full of jewelry.

"Jiuyuan, this is too much."

Leng Jiuyuan's eyes were filled with affection: "Not much, once you marry into the palace, everything in the warehouse will be yours."

Ye Qingyan smiled and said, "I don't want these banknotes, but I'll take the jewelry."

"Take them all. This is my sincerity. Because of you, I have the confidence.

Over the years, my mother has not loved me, my father has not loved me, and my heart is cold.

Spending time with you day and night, I realized that God has been kind to me, leaving the best woman in the world to me. I will definitely cherish her even more."

Ye Qingyan smiled playfully: "Did you drink honey to come here? Why are you talking so sweetly?"

Leng Jiuyuan smiled, and then Ye Qingyan was restrained in a strong embrace, "Xiao Qi, it's great to have you.

"My mother consulted the Imperial Astronomical Observatory and found that the sixth day of the second lunar month is an auspicious day. Would it be okay for us to get married on that day?"

Ye Qingyan thought about it. There was still more than a month left. She nodded slightly: "Don't regret it. I am no different from an orphan. I don't have a strong background."

"This prince doesn't mind. What I like is you as a person, not your family background.

In three days, it will be New Year's Eve. According to custom, the princes will go to the palace to stay up all night. Since the crown prince and his family are here, I will not go and will come to accompany you."

Ye Qingyan asked, "Will the emperor blame you?"

"No, I've been in the military for years, and he's used to it."

After saying that, his sexy thin lips of moderate thickness kissed Ye Qingyan's forehead like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Ye Qingyan put her arms around his waist and leaned against his chest.

Her eyes were like autumn water, and her long eyelashes flickered like two dancing black butterflies.

When Ye Qingyan raised her head, the four soft pieces stuck together...

Her face flushed and she closed her eyes. He kissed her lips gently and continued to explore...