The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 137: Whose Power Should I Fight (2)
The eunuchs carrying the sedan chair were about to take a step, but were stopped by Baililuo: "Wait a minute."

As she spoke, she paced out from among the flowers, carefully lifting the hem of her skirt when she turned sideways to prevent being scratched by the flower branches.

After Baililuo spoke, the eunuchs dared not move again, but Bailijing also gave orders, and they dared not disobey.The fact that the two princesses are at odds has been known to everyone in the palace since a month ago. This time the two princesses met by coincidence, and I don't know what kind of disturbance will be caused. Therefore, everyone hangs down tremblingly. First wait.

When Baililuo walked to the path, he didn't stop Bailijing's sedan chair, but stood in front of Mo Wen's sedan chair behind him, blocking the way, between Bailijing and Mo Wen.

She raised her head and said with a smile: "After the cuju competition the day before yesterday, my sister really wanted to greet sister Jing'er and brother-in-law, but it rained suddenly, and the concubine forced me to stay in the palace for a few days, so I didn't go. Visiting Xiangguo's mansion. But I don't want to, today is such a coincidence that Jing'er's sister and brother-in-law have both entered the palace, and they ran into each other in this blooming imperial garden..."

Baililuo paused, then turned to face Bailijing, still smiling: "Why is my sister so indifferent and distant, sitting so high above, and leaving without saying a few words, my sister thinks Jing My younger sister despises my elder sister."

She spoke so pitifully in front of these eunuchs and maids, she actually shifted all the responsibility to Bai Lijing.Bai Lijing never liked to argue, because she was mixed with boys since she was a child, and her personality was also contaminated with the straightforwardness and boldness of men. She would not care about others easily. hands on.

This older sister who had been neglected by Bailijing for more than ten years, turned out to be completely opposed to her when she was 16 years old, and made things difficult for her everywhere. Whose power is she relying on?

Father emperor?

Li family?

Or Han Ye?

Bai Lijing couldn't figure it out.There are too many things she can't understand.

Bailijing stared at Baililuo with a frown, and was about to speak, but heard Mo Wen coughing on the bamboo stick, coughing badly, he pressed the scarf to his lips, looking very painful.

"Mo Wen, what's the matter?" Baili Jing asked with concern after her attention was diverted.

Baililuo also looked over, but before he made a sound, the silk scarf in Mo Wen's hand suddenly flew towards Baililuo's direction, and there were faint traces of uncleanness on the silk scarf.

Baililuo's footsteps that were about to go forward quickly turned around, dodging the flying dirty silk scarf, and gave way to the original path.

Immediately, Mo Wen stretched out a hand towards Baili Jing, the meaning was very obvious, the eunuchs who carried the sedan chair immediately understood, carried the bamboo stick and walked two steps forward, Mo Wen finally held Baili Jing as he wished He brought the gauze hand to his lips and kissed it lightly.

The two completely ignored Baililuo beside the road, and Mo Wen's eyes were full of tenderness. She didn't dislike him, even if he was so sick and weak.

The eunuchs carried the bamboo sticks and continued on their way, with Baili Luo behind him saying indifferently: "Sister Jing'er, if you don't want to make fun of yourself, it's best not to go to the Zichen Palace to pay respects to the emperor now, so as not to embarrass my brother-in-law."

It was a reminder, not much of a smile.

Bai Lijing pursed her lips, as if she had guessed what she meant, she turned her head to look at Mo Wen, who smiled at her as always, with an infinitely tolerant expression.

"Thank you for reminding me, sister. Let's go." Bailijing raised her neck high, and with the innate nobility and arrogance of an imperial princess, she left Baililuo far behind.If she doesn't care, no one can embarrass her.

A group of people walked through the bustling alley, Mu Lian turned her head to look at Baili Luo, and then quickened her pace to follow.

When the two light sedan chairs disappeared around the corner, Baililuo ruthlessly cut off the peony branch in his hand, and slowly tightened his fingers, inch by inch, pinching out the red juice from the delicate peony. Come, but the smile on her face has long since disappeared, and there is no tenderness in her eyes anymore, only the hatred that fills the sky is surging, and it is about to overflow.

In the Cuju game, those ministers only paid attention to who won and who lost the game, and those concubines only came to make up the numbers to please the father, but she was different from all of them——

She just wanted to see how Situ He killed Mo Wen in this competition.

Mo Wen's death was irrelevant to her, but it was closely related to another person, which meant that that person would become a widow and become a scourge that killed her husband within a month of marriage!
She went to the cuju match with this purpose in mind, and she wished to see Situ He and others from the black team beat Mo Wen to death, and greeted Mo Wen wantonly with such a fierce ball.She can understand the hatred of Mo Wen, the second and third child of the Mo family, and Situ He's determination to kill Mo Wen. She also understands Xie Xuan's ambition to win the competition, but she cannot accept Han Ye's deliberate slack and slow--

How could he score the first goal in a cuju game full of masters, so how could he lose the opportunity to counterattack repeatedly in the subsequent games?Leading the royal team's half-baked princes, the princes could only defend but not defend, giving the black team opportunity to attack again and again, allowing Situ He, Xie Xuan and others to send the strong and powerful Cuju to the place where Mo Wen was. Goal shot!

The only explanation is...

Han Ye also wanted Mo Wen to die.

He couldn't do it himself, so he borrowed the hands of Situ He and others.

Winning or losing the royal team is nothing, he has never paid attention to it.

So, what about Mo Wen's life and death?This poor sick man with no power to restrain the chicken, is there anything about him that makes him dislike him, so he must die?
She doesn't need to dig out the answers herself, the answers come to her door by herself.

She was Han Ye's wife, and there were so many men in the room, so she naturally only focused her eyes on him.But no matter how smooth the ball was played in front, the pass, dodge, and shot were all impeccable, but when the red figure appeared, his steps stopped.

how?Han Ye, are you distressed?
Seeing that the game you were determined to take advantage of was broken, and seeing your once-dedicated little heart block that heavy blow for her husband, this injury may hurt the heart, does it feel distressed?
Did you feel distressed when you saw her leaving the venue holding her husband's hand, and entering the venue hand in hand with affection, seeing her standing beside you in men's clothing, and Dudu had nothing to say to you?

There is nothing to pretend, Han Ye.

If you don't feel bad, she will get hurt if she wants to, no matter how close you are, it's not your turn to reach out to save her!If you still remember the revenge with the sword in the past, if you took it seriously, you should sever all ties with her. How could you hug her when she was about to fall?
What a hug!

The strength and angle are used just right, and it looks as intimate as a flirting lover!

What a tacit combination of passing and shooting, as if they have been practiced many times before. If it is not integrated into the flesh and blood, where does this instinct come from?

(End of this chapter)