Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator Chapter 290: : The past is over.
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Jing Anbo snorted, apparently he didn’t want to ignore the mother and daughter.
This not only embarrassed He Ying’s mother and daughter, but even the old lady on the side felt embarrassed.
After all, He Ying’s mother and daughter used to be cared for and maintained by the old lady.
The people in Yihua Hall finished greetings, and finally it was He Dalang who was still kneeling on the ground.
He Changqi didn’t see his father for a long time, it was also missed, but his father left him alone, and he also understood his own reason.
Jing Anbo’s eyes caught the light of this unconvinced son. He was really out of breath. He said in a deep voice: “Come with me in the study.”
He Changqi then got up, bowed his head and followed Jing Anbo, and went out of Qingyingtang silently.
Jing Anbo is back, and the entire Jing’an Mansion is filled with joy.
The news soon reached Mrs. Jing’anbo’s courtyard. Mrs. Jing’an even ignored her body, and immediately got up and went to the front yard to see her husband for a few years.
Fortunately, Mr. and Mrs. He Changyu were urged to stop, otherwise, Mrs. Jing Anbo would really ignore it.
In the evening, the family had a reunion dinner together in the flower hall of the front yard.
He Erlang always goes home on weekdays. He Erlang also returned home early today.
Jing’anbo is actually more lively than during the Chinese New Year. In the evening, Chu Ye and his elder sister-in-law made the meal in person.
There are fragrant Dongpo meat, chilli stir-fried beef, hot pot cabbage, boiled fish, and old duck pot. There are more than a dozen dishes that Jing Anbo has never eaten in Mingzhou.
After dinner, he couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship of this son-in-law.
Because of a happy reunion dinner, Jing’an Bo’s mood became worse because of He Dalang’s affairs.
In the evening, Jing Anbo and his two granddaughters returned to the yard with Mrs. Jing Anbo.
The main room of Mrs. Jing’anbo’s courtyard. At this time, the screen was retired. Only the husband and wife of Jing’anbo remained, and the two children were taken to sleep by the grandmother.
Jing Anbo held his wife’s hand to the table. The couple had a good relationship. They hadn’t seen each other for a few years, and they missed it. The two had something to say at this time.
Jing Anbo’s main concern is his wife’s body.
Although already has received a letter from He Changzheng saying that his wife’s illness has been cured, but he has not seen it with his own eyes, he is still not assured.
No matter how happy he is now seeing his wife who has been in bed for years, and his face is rosy and healthy.
A burly middle-aged general of Jing Anbo turned red for a while. He held his wife’s hand, “Pei Wen, you are finally fine.”
Mrs. Jing Anbo’s Liu also laughed, “Yeah, okay, now thinking about the days when I was bedridden, it’s like dreaming.”
“Come and tell me who is the Miao Shenyi who treats you?”
Jing Anbo probably knows how his wife’s illness was cured, but he doesn’t know the details.
Mrs. Jing Anbo expected that he would ask, and told him the process without any detail.
After half an hour, Jing’an Befu finished talking. She smiled and looked at her husband. “I’m afraid God won’t let me lie in bed and tell me to get better soon and wait until you get home!”
Jing Anbo smiled and nodded, he said with emotion, “The oldest wife is really a lucky star for our family. Without her, Miao Miao would not be willing to live in our house and nurse her for you. Although my mother is young, It ’s big and a little confused, but this marriage to Saburo is a blessing. I will go to thank Miao Miao personally tomorrow.
Mrs. Jing Anbo Liu nodded, “It’s time to thank Dr. Miao in person.”
Then she seemed to remember something, and laughed out, “Master, you say so, really, since Saburo married into our mansion, Saburo has been getting better every day. Now he is Hou Ye! Is this child born with a prosperous life? “
Jing Anbo laughed heartily, and reminded his wife after the laugh, “This kind of thing is just a joke in our own room. What kind of things like Wangfu luck ca n’t be spread outside, this kind of thing Things are most unreliable. “
As soon as Jing’anbo returned, Mrs. Jing’an found her backbone and became more sober. She was busy: “I can save it.”
The two drank a cup of tea. Jing Anbo saw his wife watching him stop talking and had already guessed what his wife wanted to say. He sighed slightly. “Dalang’s child is a loyal and affectionate man. It’s not all his fault to go to this point with Zou’s. They are now already and away. Don’t think about it, look forward to everything. As for the child of the He Ying family, rest assured, as long as I am here, Will never agree to the marriage between the two of them. Even if Dalang marries again, he will have to marry a good-tempered girl. Otherwise, sisters Lin and An will suffer. “
Liu didn’t expect her husband to think so clearly, she was relieved.
She leaned back to her husband, so many days of tightness finally relaxed.
Today is fifteenth. There is a full moon hanging outside, which emits the light of Qingyue. The moonlight comes in from the half-open window and illuminates a small area in front of the couch.
The old couple looked up at the bright moon outside the window, and at this moment there was a feeling of completeness.
They didn’t know when they felt this moment’s completeness. The Jing’anbo government of the previous life was destroyed for another two months.
At that time, Mrs. Jing Anbo died of her old illness, and the old lady was sick because of her besieged house, and then was bedridden.
Jing Anbo was chopped into the head of the market, and the three brothers of the He family exiled to the north.
That nightmare seems to be getting farther and farther …
He Changyu stood by the window, staring at the moon in the sky. The cool moonlight fell on He Sanlang, as if he had been coated with silver.
He stands on his hands, the spring night wind blows his cheeks, picks up his two strands of hair, and makes him look like a fairy.
Chu Ai was half asleep and woke up thirsty. When she opened her eyes, she found that the “furnace” that had been sleeping beside her was gone. She sat up in a blindfold, opened her gauze tent, and looked out.
There was a small dim candlelight in the room, and Chu Chang could see He Changyu standing in front of the window at a glance.
She wondered why Kaburo stood at the window in the middle of the night and wore so little. It’s spring and it’s still cold at night.
She simply put on her sleeping shoes and got out of bed. She walked next to He Changyu’s sister-in-law and walked to him with his feet on her shoulders.
“It’s so late, why don’t you sleep?” Chu Yan was still a little confused, and his voice was low-dumb.
A pair of moist apricot eyes are not as cunning and clear and hazy as usual.
He Sanlang felt a warmth on his shoulders, and the warmth seemed to pass straight down his chest to his heart, making his cold heart beat fast.
Suddenly he stretched out his long arms to take Chu Yi into his arms, leaned down slightly, and asked softly, “How did you wake up?”
This little woman sleeps on weekdays, and she doesn’t wake her up when she shakes the mountain.
Before she was awake completely, her eyes could n’t open, she leaned on He Changyu, buried her head in his chest, and said indistinctly: “I was awakened by thirst, and found you are not in bed, so I got out of bed. Come to you. “
He Sanlang lowered Chu’s little head in his arms little by little, already was about to fall asleep, and he reluctantly tilted his mouth. Just now those negative emotions were swept away by his wife’s lovely appearance.
He bowed his head helplessly and kissed Chu Chuyan’s hair.
“Sleepy so soon?”
The consciousness of already is not awake, and the subconsciousness of his arms tightens the tightness of He Sanlang’s narrow waist, “sleepy …”
He Saburo is funny, “Don’t you want to get up to drink water?”
Then he asked, and found that Chu Yan already fell asleep holding his waist.
This little trouble.
He Changyi’s heart is sweet and helpless.
Looking at the petite woman nestling in her arms, she just feels like she is raising a daughter who likes to be coquettish.
He Changquan is slightly short. He stretches out Chu’s slender arms around his waist, and then wraps his arms around his neck. His two big palms hold Chu’s upright buttocks, and he holds her. The whole person is in his arms like a child …
Chu Xi leaned on his chest and didn’t know his current status at all.
He Changxuan freed one hand and pinched her sleeping red fluttering cheek, turned around and walked to the bed, put her in the bed, covered her with a quilt to prevent her from getting cold.
At this time, instead of turning off the lights directly to sleep, he walked to the table and got half a cup of hot water on the small red mud stove next to it.
Return to the bed with a cup of tea in warm water, take a sip first, and give it to Chu Xi.
Sleeping Chu Xi subconsciously swallowed the warm water in her mouth, and licked her lips unconsciously. Her action immediately called He Changyu’s eyes deep.
He Changyan took a deep breath, turned back, put the tea cup in his hand on the side table, and sat down by the bed for a while. Then he lay down next to Chu Yi, took his long arm, and took Chu Yi into his arms. .
Smelling the familiar fragrance in her arms, He Changmin’s cluttered thoughts were slowly smoothed out.
Although the fate of already of Jing’anbofu was rewritten in this life, many things already were avoided by him and created a good situation for himself, but he couldn’t help worrying and thinking.
He was worried if it would be a dream. When he woke up, he would face the cruelty of the previous life.
Until she really held Chu Zhe in her arms and felt her true existence, He Changzheng could be sure that everything is true now.
After the anxiety is smoothed out, the sleepiness also slowly strikes.
In a room in Gyeonggitang, already was late at night, but Muxiang couldn’t sleep at all.
The doors and windows of the compartment are closed tightly, without any light.
There is no candle or lamp in the compartment, it is dark.
In this place where you can’t see your five fingers, Muxiang Heyi is sitting next to the bed, like a silent shadow of existence, which makes people scared.
She was sitting beside the bed and she was fascinated. She couldn’t believe that Jing Anbo would return early.
This was not the case in the last life!
When Jing Anbo returns, the situation in the entire Jing’an government is disrupted. It is almost impossible for her to achieve her own goals through the old lady Jun and He Ying’s mother and daughter.
She bit her lip and cursed Jing Anbo secretly.
Out of the light, her eyes are wicked.
She clutched the brocade quilt under her hate and vowed, no matter what she did, she would get what she wanted.
The next morning, Jing Anbo went to the palace with He Changyu and He Changyu.
He has just returned to Beijing. He must attend the Dachao first, then step down from the Ministry of Military Affairs, hand over tiger amulets, etc. In fact, there are many things.
Returning to your home in such a timely manner yesterday is nothing more than busy.
After Jing Anbo returned this time and handed over the tiger charm, he would take a part-time job and be raised in Shengjing City Bofu. This is also the normal way of retiring most generals. It is not surprising.
The Palace of Kings and Kings.
At this time, the already of the Dachao Association ends, and Jing Anbo is recruited to Qinzheng Hall alone to speak.
After all, Jing Anbo just returned from Mingzhou, and he has been a general for many years. It is not surprising that Emperor Cheng Ping summoned the conversation alone.
Jing Anbo, a general with a military officer’s uniform, was burly. He stood like a mountain in front of the gate of Qinzheng Hall, and waited for the father-in-law of Emperor Chengping to summon him. Zhengdian.
Jing Anbo slightly bowed his eyes, a light flashed in his eyebrows, and he became more and more determined. At last, he took a deep breath, raised his head, looked straight ahead, and finally fell on the bright yellow figure above. .
Emperor Cheng Ping, despite his fast destiny, has not yet deposited his beard. Men in the Dawu dynasty did not like to deposit his beard, and Emperor Cheng Ping followed this rule.
Emperor Cheng Ping, who has no beard, looks five or six years younger than his actual age. Emperor Cheng Ping, who is nearly fifty, seems to be in his early forties.
But Jing Anbo was different when he stood in the palace.
Jing’an Bo Mingming is one year younger than Emperor Cheng Ping, but his face is frosty, and his black hair is mixed with several white hairs, making him a few years old.
The decree lines on the corners of the mouth are obvious, and the beards have been added. Looking at it, instead, Jing’an Bo is over ten years older than Cheng Ping.
After hearing the footsteps, Emperor Cheng Ping looked up from the front of the royal case, and his eyes fell on Jing Anbo.
The indescribable feeling is neither an appreciation of the courtier, nor an admiration for the courtier, nor is it trust and gratitude.
In short, it looks strange to people.
“He Yanwen, I haven’t seen you for years, don’t come without any fuss.” Emperor Cheng Ping suddenly said this with a smile on his face, which made the father-in-law Wei who had been around for years tremble.
Jing Anbo bowed his head slightly, and gave a standard gift to Emperor Cheng Ping.
“Zhennan General He Yanwen, see Holy, Long live Holy.”
The voice of Emperor Cheng Ping chilled out in the next second, “Long live? He Yanwen, you should give me this set of less. If you really think of you as Long live, you wouldn’t have done that!”
Jing Anbo smiled bitterly in his heart, and sure enough, after all these years, the Holy Spirit still can’t forget that.
It’s just past, how can it be recovered.
Jing Anbo sighed in his heart, “If the sacred is still to blame, Weichen will take punishment.”
The emperor Cheng Ping looked at his oil and salt incompatibility, and immediately became furious. The anger that had been suppressed in the chest for many years suddenly seemed to be detonated, causing his entire face to start to twist.
Chengping Emperor raised his hand and smashed the valuable Dian Cui Jingtai Wanfu tea cup on his hand, and said furiously: “He Yanwen, don’t think that you dare not give you death! If she had not interceded for you, you would have been I’ve been stunned! “
Jing Anbo looks down, his burly body looks like a majestic hill, unyielding and unpleasant.
“Wei Chen, but the Holy Ghost.”