Zhuang Shiyang is very concerned about this daughter. In my memory, she and her mother have never received such warm moments as Zhuang Shiyang, but she is obviously a serious exiled girl, and her fate is really ironic.

Zhou was smiling, but Han Yan had just seen her and glanced at her, probably because she had seen it. Even if she didn't see it, there were so many servants serving tea around her, could it be that all the eyes were blind? It was obvious that she had been instructed early in the morning and wanted to give her a warning?

Ji Lan couldn't stand it, so she was angry and wanted to remind her, but Han Yan reached out to stop her. They were happy to act, so she was happy to watch the show. Anyway, watching the show was much easier than acting, so Zhou wanted to force her to speak first, so she lost her momentum from the beginning. She just didn't speak, to see who was more patient.

While talking to Zhuang Shiyang, Zhou glanced at Han Yan quietly. Why was this little hoof so calm? I wanted to let her go for a while, but Zhuang Han Yan, who was wronged, would definitely not be able to help interrupt the elders' conversation. This is disrespect. If she screamed a few more times, Zhuang Shiyang would be even more displeased. Even if Zhuang Han Yan didn't speak and waited blindly, such a long time would be enough to dampen her spirit.

Unfortunately, Zhou quickly found out that she was wrong. Han Yan always looked at them with a smile. When she met her gaze, she did not shy or avoid it, and even raised the corners of her lips higher, as if she had encountered something extremely happy. Zhou was stunned, but when she saw Han Yan's eyes bright and with a gaze that understood everything, there seemed to be a hint of mockery, she couldn't help but feel cold in her heart.

When he looked again, Han Yan smiled so innocently.

She was stunned and hurriedly comforted herself that the other party was just a twelve-year-old girl, so why should she be afraid? With such a dazed kung fu, Zhuang Shiyang had already discovered Han Yan following her gaze and frowned: "Yan'er is here, why don't she know if she can."

Han Yan then took Ji Lanshuhong forward and bowed timidly: "Dad, Yan'er doesn't want to disturb the wife's conversation with you, so she has to stand aside and wait. Besides, the lady has been looking at Yan'er just now, and Yan'er thought her father had known it a long time ago."

A few words showed that he was acting according to etiquette, and also suggested that Zhou had seen her for a long time but did not remind him, what was his mind to do.

Zhuang Shiyang was stunned and immediately understood what she meant. He looked at Zhou in a depressed manner. He always turned a blind eye to the wives and concubines in the inner house. However, when he used tricks in front of him, he seemed to not take him seriously. Moreover, Han Yan was also the exiled daughter of his name. After so many servants looked at him, he didn't know how it would be spread later. Will it be said that Zhuang Shiyang let the outer room bully the exiled daughter and cause trouble to the inner house. He is a civil servant, and the most important thing is reputation.

Zhou's heart tightened and quickly smiled and said, "I don't know if it's the fourth lady. I just said which girl is so beautiful, just like the fairy girl in the painting. If I had known it was Sister Yan, it wouldn't be too late to greet her."

This was so wonderful that it not only cleared herself, but also pleased her. Han Yan smiled slightly. She made a good plan and curled up to herself when the momentum was wrong. She wanted to soften her attitude first?

Unfortunately, Han Yan lowered her head and said respectfully: "Mrs. Pu Liu's appearance is too good."

Zhuang Shiyang was very satisfied with her obedient attitude and quickly frowned again: "Why did the wife's wife call me? It's time to call you Aunt Zhou."

"Aunt Zhou?" Han Yan raised her little face, her eyes clearly distinguished by black and white were full of doubts: "Which aunt is this Yan'er?"

Zhuang Shiyang's face was a little embarrassed, but a hint of resentment flashed in Zhou's eyes.

"Yan'er, what nonsense, this is your mother." Zhou's identity was indeed awkward. If he hadn't been so anxious to enter the mansion, it would be impossible to enter the house seriously after the mourning period. But I don't know if he was worried about the long night and dreams. Zhou chose to enter the mansion at this time. She was not a concubine or an outer room, but wanted to enter the mansion in the form of a hostess, but could not speak for outsiders. She could only enter the mansion as an outer room first and then be promoted to the main room in the future.

"Since it's a mother, why should I call Aunt Zhou?" Han Yan said innocence: "Dad, when my mother entered the mansion, all the aunts had served tea, and the elders of the clan also came to send gifts to congratulate him. Since Aunt Zhou entered the mansion and was also his wife, Yan'er felt that she must notify all the aunts and elders."

"No!" Before she could finish her words, Zhuang Shiyang refused flatly and began to feel guilty. This matter must not be mentioned to the elders of the clan. He had never thought of raising Zhou now. He originally thought that Han Yan was young, so he coaxed her to call Aunt Zhou first. Later, Zhou raised the wife and changed her words, but now it was not possible.

Zhou's eyes were undisguised disappointment, but Han Yan was still smiling. Didn't he work hard to be the hostess in the mansion? Yes! As long as the elders can convince the elders, and at the beginning, they had to prepare to fight with the concubines. After living in the mansion for so many years, Han Yan didn't think that these concubines in her family were good-for-nothing. She liked to calculate so much, she would be good enough.

Just as she was about to add more fire, a delicate voice interrupted her: "Is this sister Yan'er?"

Han Yan sneered in her heart and finally came.

Zhuang Yushan wore a pink cotton silk long skirt, the hem spread out into the shape of a peony flower, the chest was embroidered with crabapple flowers under the moon, and a cloud jacket with a short jacket. She was combed with a flowing cloud bun, and a few butterfly-winged gold hairpins in her hair. She was originally beautiful, but although she had not grown up in her young figure, she had the graceful charm of a girl. With such careful dress, she made her look graceful and graceful, with pink faces.

This outfit looks even more sophisticated than her legitimate daughter. No wonder Wei Rufeng was moved, like a beautiful woman, Jie Yumei, and her silent and dull appearance were much more touching. Thinking of Wei Rufeng, my heart hurts again.

The wing Zhuang Yushan had already held Han Yan's hand affectionately and said with a smile: "As soon as I saw my sister, I liked her tightly."

Han Yan's eyes fell on her hands, and her fingers painted with bright red elixir were as white as jade. She also smiled innocently, but the next sentence surprised everyone in the room.

"But unfortunately, I don't like my sister."

Han Yan's afterglow fell on Zhou's face. Seeing her face change, Zhuang Yushan didn't expect her to say that, and was stunned for a moment.

"What did you say?" Zhuang Shiyang said, and he slapped the table hard: "What's your attitude? This is how your mother teaches you the rules on weekdays! Kneel down for me!"

Han Yan bit her lip and lowered her head and knelt down.

A trace of joy flashed in Zhuang Yushan's eyes, and soon changed into a grievance, and persuaded him generously: "It doesn't matter, my sister may not be familiar with me, and the ground is cold, so I'd better get up quickly."
Chapter completed!