In the past two days, Wang Jingzhu went out to see the Marquis of Anping with generous gifts.
She and Yang Liangjun have a good business cooperation.
The Yang family also gave her a village 200 miles outside Zhuixing City.
When Wang Jingzhu arrived at Zhuixing City, it would be rude not to visit the door.
Anping Hou Yang Guizhen maintained the appearance of a middle-aged man, with a tall and sturdy figure. Different from Yang Liangjun's gentleness, his father Yang Guizhen was a very rough man.
Yang Guizhen behaved very calmly. He briefly spoke to Wang Jingzhu and then ordered Yang Liangjun to lead Wang Jingzhu to visit Mrs. Hou.
It means that Wang Jingzhu is a female family member and Mrs. Hou should entertain her. To put it mildly, the Marquis must avoid suspicion if he is a man outside his body; to put it harshly, Wang Jingzhu is a woman in charge, and the Marquis is impatient to receive her.
Mrs. Hou is not Yang Liangjun’s biological mother, but her stepmother.
Because of this, Yang Liangjun, the eldest son, was sent to a place like Tianlan Road to develop financial resources for the family.
Now, because of Yang Liangjun's relationship with Wang Jingzhu, not only the Yang family's wealth has increased, but also the Hou Mansion's face has been exposed in front of the emperor and aristocratic families. Yang Liangjun's status in the family has naturally increased.
The entire Anpinghou Mansion was happy about this, only the wife of the Marquis and her son were unhappy.
Therefore, when Mrs. Hou saw Wang Jingzhu, although she tried her best to tolerate it, she always showed a little dissatisfaction in her words.
"Mrs. Wang, how can your family bear to let a woman like you go out and work hard? You said that you are a daughter of a family, and if you show up like this, what will your future husband's family think?"
Wang Jingzhu reminded Mrs. Hou with a smile. "Mrs. Hou, just call me Jing Xiao. Jing Xiao thanks Mrs. Hou for her concern. As Taoist cultivators, there is no distinction between men and women. I also ask Mrs. Hou not to look at this cultivator from a secular perspective."
Mrs. Hou didn't take it to heart at all, and without a few words, she added: "My daughter's family is more delicate after all. It's really miserable for you, Jing Xiao, to work so hard for cultivation resources. If not, how about joining my Hou Mansion? My Qi Lang is the best It's gentle, but if you enter his room, you will enjoy endless blessings and don't have to work so hard. Your master's family must also be happy to see it happen. After all, my family has a lot of cooperation with the Xinghua Wang family, and the interests are entangled... …”
Yang Liangjun's face turned red.
The "Qi Lang" Mrs. Hou calls her is her own son, not Yang Liangjun. Yang Liangjun is the fifth man of the Yang family.
Wang Jingzhu smiled very reluctantly, "Mrs. Hou, what do you mean by entering his room?"
Mrs. Hou was all smiles. "Of course I am promoting you as my concubine. Don't worry, although you are a manager and often come into contact with men, I believe that you are innocent and I will let Qilang give you the status of a noble concubine."
Wang Jingzhu: I’m so proud!
"Jing Xiao, a man with poor fortune, cannot bear Mrs. Hou's kindness." Wang Jingzhu clasped her hands to Mrs. Hou, stood up, and said to Yang Liangjun, "Prince Yang, your family is extremely noble. Jing Xiao is not blessed to sit for a long time. This Just say goodbye."
If she sat down again, people would have said that she had come to someone's doorstep and wanted to be a concubine.
WTF!
Wang Jingzhu turned around and left, and Yang Liangjun quickly followed.
As for how Mrs. Hou threw a cup and scolded the maid in the hall, it has nothing to do with Wang Jingzhu.
After leaving the Anping Marquis Mansion, Yang Liangjun bowed repeatedly. "Jing Xiao, I'm really sorry. My stepmother was born in Prince Long's palace and has never been involved in spiritual practice, so... please forgive me."
Wang Jingzhu really couldn't say any words of understanding, so she only said: "Prince Yang, don't worry, a mere step-marquis wife will not affect our business."
Yang Liangjun nodded repeatedly. "Of course. The cooperation between my family and the Xinghua Wang family is decided by the family and is decided by my father. I have wronged you, Jingxiao. Jingxiao, you don't need to be polite, just call me by my name. As the prince, I don't I'm surprised, but I don't want to take advantage of others. I just ask Jing Xiao not to treat me like that scumbag because of this "Prince". "
Calling him by his first name is too casual. Wang Jingzhu and Yang Liangjun are not yet at the level of casual friendship. "Senior Brother Yang. I don't feel wronged. I just feel that you and your father are miserable." Wang Jingzhu smiled and got on the carriage.
Wen Yu, who had been waiting outside, didn't know what was going on. He glanced at Yang Liangjun a few times, dragged the confused Zian into the carriage, placed him on the carriage, and gave the horse riding a cloud a whip.
The carriage rolled and rolled away from the Anping Marquis Mansion.
Yang Liangjun turned around and went back to tell his father what happened in Madam Hou's Hall.
The clinker, Anpinghou, said: "She is a steward, so being able to be your seventh brother's concubine is a compliment. However, at present, the Xinghua Wang family has not sent any stewards to make friends with us, and your mother has not found out about Wang Jingzhu." It is really unwise to propose marriage rashly..."
Yang Liangjun left his father's room, his face turning blue and white, extremely ugly.
Wang Jingzhu was very angry. When she returned to the inn, she locked herself in the room.
As a Taoist boy, Xiao Zian had been following Wang Jingzhu, but he didn't understand the meaning of Mrs. Hou's words, so he paraphrased the original words.
Mingkong and Wenyu immediately drew their swords and were about to go to the Anping Marquis Mansion to vent their anger on Wang Jingzhu, but Xing An shouted to stop them.
"Do you think this is Tianlan Road? This is Zhuixing City! Anpinghou, he is not only Anpinghou, but also the dog of the Galaxy Royal Family. It depends on the owner to beat the dog, understand?" Xing'an was so angry that his beard stood up. .
This is why the Wentian Sect is too weak. If it were a powerful sect such as Fengzhu Pavilion or Feixian Sect, not to mention killing a prince, but even cutting off the prince's head, the Galaxy royal family would not dare to bare their teeth, and would have to applaud and praise the chop.
"Hold it, when your cultivation reaches the stage of overcoming the tribulation, you can go and kill everyone in the Anping Marquis Mansion." Xing'an let out a long sigh.
It would be great if Patriarch Jingwen was here.
With the ancestor's cultivation, destroying the Anping Hou Mansion was nothing more than going to the imperial city to have tea with the old guys from the royal family.
Everyone in the Wentian Sect is holding back their anger and looking forward to helping Wang Jingzhu regain his position one day.
Lin Jiaojiao, Chu Yue and Guan Xin entered Wang Jingzhu's room.
Guan Xin served tea and asked the girl to calm down. "Actually, it would be easy for the girl to think of this tone."
Wang Jingzhu was surprised that even the elder Xing'an suggested forbearing troubles, how could a little girl like Guan Xin have any good ideas.
Guan Xin: "Girl, you give Sister Chuyue to the Marquis of Anping. With Sister Chuyue's beauty and ability..."
Guan Xin didn't say anything, but Chu Yue twisted her arm. "Xiao Xinzi, are you looking for death? If you want to go, just tell the girl clearly, and the girl will keep the dowry prepared for you."
Wang Jingzhu laughed out loud, raised her eyebrows, and asked Guan Xin. "Xiao Xinzi, do you really want to?"
Lin Jiaojiao looked at Guan Xin, covered her mouth and smiled.
Guan Xin blushed to her neck with embarrassment and stamped her feet. "Not at all. Being a slave to a girl will provide you with more cultivation resources than being the Marquis of Anping. I'm so frustrated that I want to be a concubine myself."
Chuyue is even more annoyed. "Then you're going to mess with me?"
Guan Xin felt even more aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes. "I was just making an analogy, and you didn't even wait for me to finish."
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