Chapter 611： design

   Mu Yangling returned to the carriage, held his head and thought for a while, and finally decided to confess and be lenient.

She told Fan Zijin that although she brought his daughter-in-law out, she vomited blood from his father.

Then he wrote to Qi Haoran, telling him that she had vomited blood from Fan Siwen, and asked him to help her speak kind words in front of Fan Zijin.

When    handed the letter to the **** who delivered the letter, Mu Yangling specifically instructed: "Send the letter to the general first, and then send the letter from the military advisor after he opens the letter."

But when Mu Yangling's letter was still halfway through, Fan Zijin got a detailed report, including what Mu Yangling and Xia said were also recorded one by one.

He stared at the stack of papers for a long time with a gloomy expression on his face, and finally shrunk the things into a box and sneered.

Even if he had already guessed his parents' choice, he was still hurt at this time, but the pain was still mild, so light that it would pass after just forbearance, and then it became even more numb.

For his father, Fan Zijin has long been desperate. He knows that Fan Siwen doesn't feel sorry for him, because he has his own set of fairness and justice in his heart.

He felt that the sons and daughters were his sons, so he had to treat them equally, because the sons were inherently dominant, and because his mother was the mistress of the house, so he subconsciously thought that they were all bullying the concubines and concubines.

And because Fan Zixiao is the eldest son of a concubine, if he stops him, he will be targeted. Besides, Fan Zixiao is his first child after all, so he should cherish him even more.

As early as when Fan Zijin was eight years old, he had figured out his father's way of thinking. He could hardly see that the servants in the family ignored their mother and son because of his attitude, neglected him and Qi Haoran, and only blindly followed his own. imagining and implementing the so-called fairness and justice.

But what can Fan Zixiao have to stop him?

He is just the eldest son, and Fan Siwen has no title. He is smart and knowledgeable. He was a boy at the age of nine, and he was a scholar before he was eleven. Fan Zixiao was not even a stumbling block in his eyes, let alone an opponent. .

My father is everyone's father. Although he hates him for being partial, but because he didn't like this father since he was a child, he naturally didn't have much feelings for him. His mind didn't actually hurt Fan Zijin much. What really made Fan Zijin mind was his mother's attitude.

He didn't expect that his mother would compromise with his father on such matters as heirs. Maybe he thought of it, but he didn't want to admit it.

My mother loves my father. He knows it. He has known since he was a child. When he was a child, his mother often cried because his father held him and Haoran. Haoran remembers things late, but he remembers it clearly. Until now, Fan Zijin doesn't know much about love.

Love is really that important. It's important that she gradually becomes estranged from her cousins, and it's important that she abandons his only son.

Fan Zijin's face gradually turned ashen, and the anger he had just suppressed rose up again. He kicked the table in front of him with a "bang". In the end, the table didn't fall down, but his foot was badly injured. Fan Zijin "hiss" Hiss." He sat down on the chair beside him.

Qi Haoran came in and asked with concern: "Zijin, what's wrong with you?"

Fan Zijin raised his eyebrows and pointed at the table next to him: "Kick me."

Qi Haoran didn't even think about it, he kicked the table with one foot. The table and the teapot on it hit the wall with a loud bang. He widened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with this table?"

Fan Zijin looked at his feet, then at the sawdust that had been shattered to the ground, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I hurt my feet, I'm not angry."

Only then did Qi Haoran see him holding his feet, and then he looked at the table again, and suddenly said distressed: "You said earlier, I'll lower my feet a little bit, just kick the table down, it can still be used when I lift it up, but now it's broken, it's all broken like this , and have to spend money to buy a table."

Fan Zijin was so angry that he picked up the shoes on the ground and threw them at him, "I'll short your table money? Don't tell me how poor you are, I think you're not lenient when you spend money outside."

Qi Haoran touched his nose, leaned over to please and asked, "What's wrong with you? If you're angry, you should find something soft to kick. How can you kick the table? Are you hurting yourself?"

Qi Haoran asked Feibai to go back and get the medicinal wine.

Fan Zijin snorted coldly, thought about it, and said, "Don't worry about me and my mother in the future."

Qi Haoran was puzzled, "Have you quarreled with your aunt? The quarrel between husband and wife is at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. When your mother and son quarrel, you should quarrel on the opposite side. Turn around and make peace. Your aunt is old, you just let her have some, she always won't hurt you."

Fan Zijin sneered: "Maybe not before, but not now."

He threw the box to Qi Haoran and said, "I think she is stunned. She has been thinking about Fan Siwen for more than 20 years."

Qi Haoran was opening the box, when he heard the words, he disapproved and said, "Zijin, my uncle is my aunt's husband, who doesn't she miss my uncle?" I know you're bohemian, but you can't lure your aunt into something inappropriate."

"Go away," Fan Zijin was so angry that he kicked him regardless of the injury on his foot, "What nonsense are you talking about? Read the things first and then talk to me."

Qi Haoran hurriedly took out the contents of the box and looked at it. After a while, his face turned blue.

Fan Zijin sneered: "He played a good calculus, thinking that he raised my son-in-law, and he will be the son of the Duke of Anguo in the future? I'm not a three-year-old boy, I still let him poke round and flatten it as before."

Qi Haoran didn't speak, but the cold light flashing in his eyes represented his attitude. Fan Siwen and the Xia family nurtured him, but strictly speaking, he and Fan Zijin grew up together day and night.

Fan Zijin was very satisfied with his attitude, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Seriously, this time, I would like to thank A Ling." She told him all the grievances he had suffered for so many years.

Qi Haoran thought he was referring to the matter of Mu Yangling bringing out the little Xia Clan. He patted his chest and said, "Since you have explained to her, she will try her best to bring her cousin out."

Fan Zijin twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't explain much. If he knew that he deliberately left a loophole for Fan Siwen to drill, and also designed Mu Yangling, I'm afraid Qi Haoran would beat him.

Fan Zijin is a person with little sense of security. He used to live in the Fan family, how could he let the Fan family be in the hands of others?

Although he left, he also left many people behind.

It's not that he can't bring Xiao Xia out, but he just doesn't want to take people out secretly. With Mu Yangling's temperament, if Fan Siwen detains someone, she will definitely make trouble. It's not her intention, but her personality. dictated.

Therefore, when Xiao Xia was detained, someone would report to Mu Yangling. If Mu Yangling could not bring anyone, someone would bring Xiao Xia out to her later, and the matter still had to escalate...