There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 378. Thirty-second dragon scales (twelve)

Thirty-second dragon scales (twelve)

At this moment, Mrs. Hu seemed to have seen a ghost, and was so frightened by Linglong that she stepped back. Linglong sat on the chair and slowly played with the teacup, the tea in it was fragrant, but she didn't drink a single sip, "Speaking of which, if you hadn't hurt me first, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you. How do you feel now? Master Hu, both sons and daughters, However, you have never given birth to a son or a daughter, and seeing Master Hu is not good, after a hundred years of Master Hu, who will you rely on? Over the years, you have made quite a few enemies."

Mrs. Hu looked ferocious: "How do you know this, are you hurting me? Are you hurting me?!"

"I didn't harm you." Linglong rolled her eyes, "You can't give birth to yourself, what's my business?"

Because I couldn't give birth, I was jealous of others being able to give birth. Even though I married someone, I still wanted someone who liked me to guard her. Mrs. Hu was a little sad when she learned that Duan Jin's wife was pregnant soon after they got married. , Especially since she has not been pregnant for a long time, her husband's family is quite critical, and she is even more uncomfortable.

As Linglong said, she didn't harm Mrs. Hu, she just made Mrs. Hu fat, but Mrs. Hu made her feel bad. She was a daughter who grew up smoothly, and her body became more and more after marrying a woman The worse it is, the more she needs her husband to accompany her, but what is Duan Jin's temperament and position? He is so busy with official business every day, how can he have time to accompany her? Coupled with the stakes that Mrs. Hu had placed, the original owner himself was soft-hearted, and the relationship between the two became more and more irreversible.

Even with Duan Jia crooked.

But that's all in the past. Mrs. Hu has done nothing to save any evidence, so Linglong put down the teacup and said, "Unfortunately, Mr. Hu is getting older now, and his hair is getting less and less and his stomach is getting worse. The older you are, Duan Jin is still the same as before. You should be very sorry, right? It's a pity that this person is mine, and it's too late for you to regret it now."

Seeing Linglong's triumphant appearance, Mrs. Hu's heart moved, and she wished to use the most cruel and vicious words in the world to belittle Duan Jin to prove her disdain for him: "It's just a man I don't like, If you want to take it, who can’t rob you? Seeing that you pay so much attention to me, Duan Jin must have been obsessed with me for so many years, right? If you say I can’t give birth, why have you ever conceived an heir for Duan Jin? You are better than me It's not going anywhere!"

Linglong blinked: "But I have a beautiful, obedient, filial and promising son, and all the sons in your family are not as good as him."

The number of children is not more than the quality. Why don't you compare the number with the old sows that can give birth to a dozen or so in a litter?

She was annoyed, but it was an understatement, and the emotional Madam Hu who set off the background was defeated, and she was almost at a loss for words: "You speak well, who knows that Duan Jin's stone-like character is stinky and stinky. Hard, you don't know how to hurt women at all, you pretend to be bright on the surface, but you don't know how to wash your face with tears behind your back! He's not worth liking at all!"

Who likes a man like Duan Jin? He was born with a lack of tendons, and when he was full of tenderness, he would be poured cold water on his head. He had no idea what love was.

Linglong sighed and said, "Duan Jin, listen, I usually scold you for not being so cruel."

Mrs. Hu was stunned, turned her head and saw Duan Jin was standing at the entrance of the hall with an indifferent expression, and walked in across the threshold. He didn't look at her the whole time, completely ignoring her, but Mrs. Hu's heart was twisted like a knife. Her mouth moved, but before she could say a word, Duan Jin had already grabbed Linglong's hand and pulled her up: "You don't want to eat fried dumplings, I made them for you."

Linglong sat on the chair and refused to move: "I want you to carry me back."

Face or something, Duan Jin had long since disappeared in front of Linglong, he bent down slightly, and she lay on his stomach, seeing Duan Jin walking past Linglong on his back, Madam Hu couldn't help: "Brother Duan... "

This sound made the intestines go round and round again.

Duan Jin said: "Mrs. Hu, being overweight is not good for your body."

Linglong burst out laughing out loud. Just when Mrs. Hu was talking nonsense that Duan Jin was not good, Duan Jin happened to arrive. After listening to the words behind, he looked expressionless, but in fact he couldn't tell how angry he was. This person was rigid when he was young, and he gradually developed a temper after being with her for so many years. Otherwise, why would he go with Linglong to beat Master Hu with a sack and half to death? Don't expect to have a good life when Mrs. Hu goes back!

Mrs. Hu couldn't stay any longer, she rushed out the door, and Linglong tugged at Duan Jin's ear: "Listen to you, listen to me, no one can stand you except me."

Duan Jin sighed and said, "Thank you, Madam, for not giving up, not giving up, not disgusting."

Linglong laughed. Even if Duan Jin was bad in every possible way, he was much better than Mrs. Hu. What's more, he really had nothing to say about being a man and an official, and he couldn't find him as caring when looking at the whole court and opposition. A fair and strict person in the world. As for Duan Jin in front of Linglong, that is what only Linglong knows.

Master Hu was stunned after this incident. It happened that several of the prince's nephews made a mistake. The emperor was reluctant to punish his son, but he would not let it go to Master Hu who also participated in it. Master Hu is still doing official restoration. Sweet dream, who knew that this time he caused trouble, and no one dared to intercede for him again. The emperor had the heart to kill chickens to warn the monkeys, and Mr. Hu became the one who hit the muzzle of the gun. In a time, his family wealth was gone, and he was exiled to a desolate place thousands of miles away. place.

The house was full of smog, and the fight between wives and concubines never stopped. Hu was so angry that he fell ill. Who would have thought that the 16-year-old concubine he had just accepted would take advantage of him not paying attention to stealing After leaving the only valuables left, I ran away with a family member!

Master Hu became more and more ill, and he died! The remaining Mrs. Hu, who had no children and only had a fat body, finally lost her royal style. Several concubines who had been trampled by her all her life suddenly raised their eyebrows, and it didn't take long for her to work hard to death!

When the news came back to the capital, Duan Jin was unmoved, just treating it as a stranger.

Without Mr. Hu's tricks on top, Duan Jia's official career has gone very smoothly. The emperor is old, and now the world is peaceful. The emperor has no objection or approval for the revision of the law. Duan Jia knows that this is urgent. No, fortunately, he has a very good relationship with the prince. As long as the foundation is laid, there will always be a day when the ideal will be realized.

But now the biggest problem he faces is starting a family. After experiencing all kinds of urging from his grandmother, aunt, second uncle, and father, Duan Jia no longer dares to go home, because as soon as he returns home, he will definitely be arrested and watched a major Pile of portraits of girls, and asked him to choose one of them that closed his eyes—what can be seen from that portrait? ! Duan Jia was so frightened that he didn't dare to go home, and sighed all day long.

His colleagues of the same age have both children and children. Besides his grandmother and aunt, he has no daughters. How can he not let his family care about him? But Duan Jia has no plans to start a family, at least not yet. He is also the quick son-in-law of Chenglong in the eyes of many high sects. If he is interested in marrying the Duan family, he can break the threshold.

Duan Jia is full of melancholy. He is preparing to make big plans now. He is too busy to touch the ground every day. When he gets home, he just wants to have a meal with his mother. Where do you want to hear them urge him to get married quickly ? The words of his parents' life matchmaker are true, but he has no such thoughts at all!

If you can't give each other respect and affection, why waste a girl's life? Duan Jia sees his life very clearly, he is different from his father.

Father is about to retire now, and when the new emperor ascends the throne, everything will flourish. Duan Jia has many ambitions to display.

It's just... the family doesn't understand him, and the pressure is getting tighter and tighter. Duan Jia hasn't gone back for almost half a year, he dares not! Even if he said what he was thinking, his grandmother and aunt couldn't understand, and he kept crying, crying until Duan Jia's brain hurt. What about inheriting the lineage? There are too many younger brothers in the second uncle's family, so what if there is one less of him?

Duan Jia, who was raised by Linglong, is the most difficult thing to understand is the thirst and madness of human beings for reproduction.

Of course Duan Jia doesn't hate children, he even likes it. He feels that he just chooses a different way of life from others, but his spiritual world is very abundant. He's old, but this time, looking at the Chinese New Year, he didn't dare not go back even if he ate a bear's heart and a leopard's guts--I'm afraid his father would not come to Dali Temple to break his dog's legs.

With the feeling of seeing death as home, Duan Jia went home like a dog. As the New Year is approaching, every household is decorated with lanterns, and the same goes for Duanfu. Looking at the big red lantern hanging at the door, Duan Jia seemed to see himself who was about to bleed into a river later. Even though he was going back to his own house, he was like a thief, groping in quietly, and even raised his finger to boo the housekeeper at the door to keep them from making a sound.

First, I touched my mother's yard. After all, my mother was the only one in this family who was the only one. With my mother protecting her, Duan Jia felt that she could barely have a good year. Who would have guessed that as soon as he touched it, he heard his father and mother talking. His usual serious father was trained like a dog. He was thinking about it honestly, and his mother was still poking his father in the back: "...I warn You Duan Dajin, if you dare to force Fat Bao to marry a wife again, I will remarry!"

This threat can be said to be loud and loud. Duan Jin faced the wall for a while before answering in a loud voice: "I'll listen to you, and I'll go talk to my mother."

Linglong was satisfied after this. She turned her eyes and saw the corner of her clothes at the door: "If you don't get in, what are you hiding outside?"

Duan Jia was in a good mood. First, he hugged his mother and slapped him fiercely, and then patted his father's shoulder nicely: "Father, why don't you sit down? Are you tired?"

His dad's eyes can eat people!

Duan Jia smiled again, and was about to become poor again when he heard his mother say: "You also stand."

Duan Jia couldn't believe it: "Mother?!"

"It's been almost two months since you last brought snacks to honor me."

Father and son face the wall side by side, one is forced to marry, the other is not filial, no one should laugh at anyone.

Prime Minister Duan Jia, never married in his entire life. In his 50 years as Prime Minister, the status of businessmen and women has been significantly improved because of him, the peach and plum world, the country is prosperous and the people are strong, Duan Xiang has assisted three generations of emperors, and on the day of his death, the emperor is lost The elder, who was like a father and a friend, could not stop crying.

Though people die, their souls live on.