The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 107 The Master of Ceremonies (1)
Mo asked with a smile: "I discovered a lot of interesting things today. If I just leave like this, I will miss a lot of things. If I stay, maybe there will be unexpected gains."

Not waiting for Yuan Shan to ask, Mo Wen raised his lips, his calm and indifferent eyes turned cold and smoky: "Let Black Eagle check the seven-storey Pharmacist Pagoda in Fahua Temple. I want to know if everything is as I expected .”

It is said that there are many treasures hidden in the underground palace of Fahua Temple in Shengjing, Daxing Kingdom, especially a treasure map from 300 years ago.If you get that treasure map, you will be in control of half of the wealth in the world. Then why worry about the lack of soldiers and horses, and the lack of food and grass?Competing in the Central Plains and striving for hegemony in the world is no longer a false talk.

I really want to see some people's faces lose their composure, some people's mania is out of control, and some people obediently give him his things as soon as possible...

Mu Lian didn't find anything, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy said that the medicine that Yuan Shan caught was just for recuperating the body, so her master can rest assured.

Mulian was full of doubts. Today in Fahua Temple, the master's eyes fell on the sick son-in-law. Although his expression was still indifferent, it was quite different from usual.Sensing words and demeanor is a skill she has been trained since she was a child. It’s fine if she can’t figure out her master, but she still can’t figure out the half-dead sick son-in-law. Having blood in his stomach was a reaction to taking the poison, but his body seemed to be getting better day by day.

There are only two possibilities, either, the blind cat met the dead mouse, happened to be incompatible with the disease in the sick son-in-law's body, and cured him of the disease, or, the sick son-in-law's methods were extraordinary, and he was able to resist the poisonous erosion day and night. Drink poison as medicine.

Comparing the two, the second possibility is too small.How many people in the world are immune to all poisons?Even the North County Medicine King would not dare to test the medicine on himself.

On that day, Jing Xiaobai went to live with the sick young man in the side hospital for the first time. She was worried and sneaked in to investigate, and found that there was almost nothing except a few thin houses and a few small vegetable gardens.These days, if it weren't for Jing Xiaobai's generous dowry, I don't know if the sick son-in-law would have new clothes to wear and enough monthly money for him to take medicine.

Will a sick man who has been trapped in the side courtyard of the prime minister's mansion for ten years be a great person?If he was really great, how could he be willing to play such an embarrassing role, instead of taking back the position of the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion, and living lingeringly under the contemptuous eyes of the world?

Normal people don't do this.People with a little bit of ambition don't do this.Even people with a little self-esteem and resistance will not be like this.

Just a piece of trash.

Too many questions were raised, and Mulian overturned them one by one.

Before he knew it, he had already reached the west gate of Xiangfu.

Mo Yu's sedan chair had just been brought back from the Dahuguo Temple, and it also stopped at the west gate. Mo Yu bowed to get off the sedan chair, wearing a brand new court uniform compiled by the Imperial Academy.

The feeling of becoming an official is different, even the shy Mohist Xiao Si has changed, and his waist straightened immediately.It must be a good feeling once you become famous all over the world. It is a bit elated, but unfortunately, some people can't see the light all their lives. They can only hide their names and details...Looking north to their hometown, when will they be... Homecoming?

People who have not experienced separation will never understand.

Mu Lian dodged and hid behind an old tree, listening to Mo Yu's footsteps walking further and further away.

In the evening of that day, Bailijing went to the side courtyard to rest, and brought some cakes that Mo Wen had never seen before. She said that they were sent by someone from the queen mother. .

Mo Wen tasted a few mouthfuls and said it was good.

After drinking the medicine, eating dinner, and going to bed to rest, Baili Jing was still a little uncomfortable. Although she slept in the same bed, she was far away from Mo Wen.

She stared at the bed curtain above her head, and said in the darkness, "Mo Wen, are you asleep?"

Mo Wen held her hand under the quilt and gave her the most direct answer.

Bai Lijing smiled, was silent for a while, and asked: "When you were with those three wives before, did you ever think about staying with them for a long time? Like now, living an ordinary life..."

Mo Wen squeezed her hand, rubbed her thumb lightly on her palm, and rubbed it carefully on the callused area. It took him a long time before he wrote: "Before you, I never knew what it meant to share the same bed. I never thought about it for a long time. But now, I think about it for a long time."

Bai Lijing was still smiling, her eyes never closed, she never turned her head to look at Mo Wen, and said, "Mo Wen, although you have never met many people, you have married four brides after all, and everyone said they were happy. The girl in the wedding dress is the prettiest, no matter how she looks or how her family is doing, she is the prettiest. It may be funny to say, I always want to wear a wedding dress today, and there are mandarin ducks embroidered by me on it, which I like The man said, it’s another year, and it’s time for you to marry me. Last year I was young, but this year I’ve grown up. Last year’s mandarin ducks were embroidered so hastily, that’s why they were so ugly. This year I have been preparing for a long time, and I have asked many people about every little pattern, and I have a lot of needle holes in my fingers..."

"Based on this sincerity, the Buddha should be a little moved, and then, maybe we can still be together despite the ups and downs in our lives..." After a pause, Bailijing continued: "But, the Buddha may not have time to care Those of us ordinary people, watching some people and things become completely different, we can't recognize the original appearance at all..."

In the darkness, Mo Wen listened quietly, but his expression became more and more unsightly.She was willing to tell him the story of her and her old lover, and she spoke so sincerely and deeply. Should he be grateful for her frankness and ruthlessness, or should he just reach out and strangle her to death now?
Bai Lijing suddenly sniffed, and said with a smile: "It seems that after so many years, the people I used to know have become strangers, so at the beginning... shouldn't I know each other? If it doesn't last long, why? Want to give the beauty of that moment? Let me think that it will be like this for a lifetime, he will not change, and I will not change, he will grow old, and I will also grow old, but why...why..."

Mo Wen heard that she was crying, so he turned sideways, put her in his arms with his long arms, and buried her face in his chest. Unlike the usual resistance and retreat, Baili Jing wept silently in his arms, burning hot. Tears flowed down Mo Wen's clothes into his chest, and his skin was wet.

What she saw in the daytime, the matter that she had kept hidden for a long time finally broke out, even if she was surrounded by someone who could not help her at all, but she could tell him her grievance and pain, her heart was so desolate and painful, the kind that could She had never felt wanton venting in this month.

Why did Han Ye become so resolute now? Lutaishan has never been a competitive person. Even though he is the best in martial arts, he never bullies the weak. Every brother respects him, and the master also likes him.Such a tolerant, restrained and flawless person, he actually fought with her closest relatives in front of her on the Buddha's birthday—his birthday!

(End of this chapter)