Married To The Male Lead’s Father

The night in early April was colder than the day, and the candlelight flickered.

Jiang Ningbao sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at the beautiful woman reflected in the bronze mirror. She picked up a peachwood comb and combed her dark black waist hair for a while.

Father and mother came back safely, the smile on her lips never broke.

Suddenly, a tall, straight figure appeared behind her, with a refreshing after bath, took the peachwood comb from her hand, and gently combed Jiang Ningbao's smooth hair.

"Ning Bao, Xie Qigang said one thing, Princess Qin was ready, and the situation was very dangerous." Ding Guo Gong's big hand passed through Jiang Ning Bao's hair and spoke quietly.

Jiang Ningbao turned back in surprise to Shang Dingguo's deep eyes: "Yang Shuqing shot?"

"Well, King Qin also knows that she helped her." Ding Guogong put down the peachwood comb in his hand, and when Li Bao was shocked, he suddenly hugged people and strode towards the carved bed to take her Put it on the bed, then go to bed and hug her.

Jiang Ningbao nest is in the firm and firm chest of Ding Guo Gong, and the tip of his nose is full of male breath.

"King Qin is crazy, Princess Qin is pregnant with his children, and tiger poison does not eat children. He is indirectly murdering his own children." Her voice was faintly excited and angry.

Qin Wang this scum man!

Ding Guo Gong said lightly: "The child should be born safely, but Princess Qin may be removed from her mother."

Jiang Ningbao was stiff, and there was a sudden chill in her heart. Princess Qin was able to conceive safely in October, and her wrist technique was still very high.

She didn't believe that Princess Qin did not make perfect preparations at the time of production, but she couldn't bear two people who wanted her to die, one was the hostess and the other was Qin Wang, who was her pillow.

Before Yang Shuqing's luck is gone, a small supporting role of Princess Qin will of course be fouled.

"Women have children to pass through ghost gates. Not only do they have to be fully prepared, but they have to prevent others from starting. It is really not easy to be a woman."

Especially when the people on the pillows were unreliable, Jiang Ningbao couldn't help but sigh, that women in ancient high-ranking households had more difficulties than modern women.

Various intrigues.

"Yang Shuqing's pregnancy, if Princess Qin is gone, Wang Qin's heart is to Yang Shuqing, who will expose her then, I think now, even if the truth is revealed, it is estimated that King Qin will not care, Qian Rong is also his heir, saying Maybe he will help Yang Shuqing to hide."

Jiang Ningbao said the brows were tighter.

"It's possible."

In the candlelight, Ding Guogong's obscure and handsome face was reflected. He whispered: "Ning Bao, Yang Side Fei is a bit weird. I once sent a guard to kill her. My guard was almost injured and exposed."

Originally Ding Guo Gong did not want to say this, but this Yang Shuqing was different. She secretly murdered Ning Bao. Now An Yuanhou has cut off the relationship between her father and daughter, which is a good time to start.

Who knows that Sanfan missed twice.

"I went to the Qingshui Temple in the afternoon. The senior monk said that the concubine Yang had good luck. Although the current luck has worn away a lot, he shouldn't die."

"Be careful when you meet her in the future, she is not simple."

The worry that could not be concealed in Ding Guogong's words, Yang Side Fei's hatred for Ning Bao was very great. This is a huge hidden danger, but now it cannot be eradicated and can only be guarded against.

Jiang Ningbao was shocked. She didn't expect that when she didn't know, Ding Guo Gong had already killed the heroine several times, but it was unsuccessful. This is not difficult to understand.

Yang Shuqing is the hostess.

She is also not a short-lived ghost. Her life is very hard. Yang Shuqing has confronted her several times. In fact, she still has the upper hand, so it is not easy for Yang Shuqing to deal with her.

"Duke Guo, you can rest assured that not my life can be taken by anyone, nor can Yang Shuqing. Every time I meet her, I have never suffered a loss. I don't believe you to ask the monk." Jiang Ningbao's small hand held tightly The big hand of Ding Guo Gong raised his head to reveal a mysterious smile.

Ding Guogong's eyebrows moved, and he recalled the intersection between Ning Bao and Yang Fangfei. Indeed, the handsome face was rarely surprised.

This time he was a little relieved.

He glanced at the hourglass in the house. It was not too early to see, and Ding Guo Gong directly pressed people under him... The night was hot and lingering, and the silk was difficult to portray.

...

The next day, the sky was clear and the spring was bright, with a faint floral fragrance floating in the air.

Ding Guo Gong sent Jiang Ningbao and two little guys to Jiang House, and then went to the Western Suburb Camp. Now Ding Guo Gong has handed over most of the government affairs to Emperor Qian Yuan, much easier than before, and the time is more ample.

The eldest brother Jiang Jin is also going to the Hanlin Academy, and Jiang Nanhua and Yang's two masters are left in the big Jiang Mansion.

Jiang Ningbao came with two little guys and a group of escort guards. The two were very happy. Yesterday, they had no chance to hug two grandchildren.

In the flowery courtyard, soft sunlight flooded the entire courtyard. A few low couches and square tables were placed in the center of the courtyard. There were tea snacks on the table. Jiang Ningbao placed two very festive little guys on the soft blankets On the couch, the father and mother both hugged them amusedly.

The little guy couldn't help teasing, crying from time to time, the father and mother coaxed them again.

Jiang Ningbao looked at this scene with a smile, feeling warm.

At this time, the people in the house came to inform in a hurry: "Master, Madam, and Mrs. Jiang are here."

Jiang Ningbao smiled, and Mrs. Jiang actually came. She just heard that her father and mother said that she had personally visited Mrs. Jiang yesterday. She came here today.

Obviously, Jiang Ningbao didn't think so. Jiang Nanhua and Yang's looked at each other. They also felt that the old lady's intention was not simple. Jiang Nanhua glanced at her daughter, and there was a guess in her heart.

"Ningbao, do you want to avoid it? Your grandmother and she will expect to make excessive requests later."

Jiang Ningbao shook his head: "No, I also want to know the grandmother's intentions."

There was a trace of worry in Yang's eyes. She put the little guy in her arms on the low bed and thought of yesterday's unpleasant meeting.

Jiang Ningbao: "..."

Jiang Nanhua: "..."

Around a cup of tea, Mrs. Jiang came down to the courtyard with the help of the maidservant of Hongxing, and saw that there were four girls besides the two sons and his wife in the courtyard.

"Grandma, sit here."

"This is the latest spring tea this year. You can drink it."

Jiang Ningbao got up and greeted Mrs. Jiang, and poured the tea herself. As a junior, the etiquette was not bad. Jiang Nanhua and Yang's nodded with satisfaction.

Their daughter is the best.

Mrs. Jiang looked at the two fat little guys on the soft couch with a complicated look, and then looked at Yang who made her unhappy. She sat down unhurriedly and took a sip of tea poured by four girls. It was indeed good tea. She hadn't drank such good tea for some time.

"Mother, why did you come here in person?" Jiang Nanhua was still used to shouting Mrs. Jiang's mother. After all, he shouted for decades. When he called his aunt, he couldn't shout a little.

"Nanhua, this is not a good thing to say in public. You will send down the servants here first." Mrs. Jiang glanced at the servants and tits around her, and fiddled with the beads.

Yang's heart tightened, Jiang Nanhua smiled secretly, finally came. If he didn't guess wrong, his mother was really asking for something this time, and he waved to let the people in the courtyard leave.

Hongxing was also sent down by Mrs. Jiang.

Jiang Ningbao sat there with a smile on her lips, took a sip of tea calmly, Mrs. Jiang's intention came to her, she guessed a little, and she was weighing.

In the entire courtyard, only Lao Jiang, Jiang Nanhua and Jiang Ningbao were left.

The atmosphere is slightly solidified.

"Nanhua, at the beginning I took a great risk to give you a clean background, and gave you a rich and peaceful life. Dongming really sorry for you, and also a killer to you. Afterwards, I knew that he shot you and Yang. I kept silent."

Mrs. Jiang took a sip of tea and took a deep look at Jiang Nanhua. Without directly entering the subject, she expressed her intentions, but talked about the past.

"Everyone is eccentric, you are my nephew, my sister's only bone and blood, but Dongming is my own son, the only son, Changning Bofu is his, you earned a lot of family wealth for Bofu , I am very grateful to you, but I will never let my son pay for his life for you."

Mrs. Jiang's words were very clear and cold.

She was indeed partial and did not deny Jiang Nanhua's contribution. However, her own birth was always her own. She was not bad for Jiang Nanhua, and gave him a good background and Jinyiyu food.

Jiang Nanhua looked solemn and grateful: "Son thank you mother, mother's great grace, son is unforgettable."

Yang's lips were pursed and silent.

Jiang Ningbao sighed in the heart, to tell the truth, the Jiang family is actually very good to her father. She knew from an early age that the old lady did not like the second room, just for her and her mother and elder brother.

Without Mrs. Jiang, the father might not be able to survive under the circumstances.

"But, because of you, my son's title is gone." Madam Jiang's voice suddenly became cold, and there was a deep grievance.

At first, the old man favored his concubine and wiped out his wife. In addition to raising her own son, she also had to raise her sister’s son. She did not want to recall the difficulties. The battle in the backyard was cruel, but the last sister’s son let her The son lost his title and lost his official status.

Even if her son was the killer first, but the hereditary title was gone, the old lady still resented her. She hated the Jiang Nanhua family, the dead Zhang, and hated herself.

"it is my fault!"

Jiang Nanhua did not excuse him, nor did he hate Mrs. Jiang’s anger. Without him, his eldest brother would be the only son-in-law of Changning's Mansion. There would be no collusion between his brother and the gangsters to murder him, nor would he be deprived of his title.

Mrs. Jiang's face was a little slow, and she stared at Jiang Nanhua and Jiang Ningbao's father and daughter.

"Ming people don't talk secretly, and I don't go in circles."

"Return your case to your elder brother, deny that he colluded with the gangster to kill, and restore your elder brother's title."