The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

141 Chapter 1 It's So Dirty ([-])
Mo Wen couldn't answer, but the person in his arms sensed that there was a change in his expression, raised his head, and said coldly: "No need. Mo Wen can."

Since just now, Bailijing's head has been buried in Mo Wen's arms. Mo Yu thought she was asleep, but when he heard her voice now, he shrank back timidly, his arms retracted, and he Taking a step back unnaturally, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother, be careful."

Mo Wen raised his foot and brushed past him, the tenderness and tenderness along the way just now was completely ruined by Mo Yu's obvious behavior.For the past three years, Mo Wen has been considered useless in the eyes of everyone, because he lives in the West Wing and is relatively close, and Mo Yu will visit him every once in a while. Mo asked only this fourth brother.

Fortunately, his fourth younger brother coveted his wife, and the knowledge he read from the sage book made him knowledgeable, but he gradually became overwhelmed. Did he think that he should treat her well after welcoming him from the imperial city? Does he care about his wife's affairs?
What he didn't care about in the past, now he cares. He cares about not being the one who welcomes the bride, whether he sees her early in the wedding ceremony, whether he knows her before the wedding ceremony, cares about...

I care about everything.

The more he went back, the more he cared, the more he couldn't calm down the anger in his heart, so much so that he even got into the horns. If he died like this, and his wife became a widow, would he still have a brother-in-law and brother-in-law? Yu married her by the way?

After entering "You Feng Lai Yi", Mo Wen carefully placed Bai Lijing on the bed, and a group of maids gathered around to ask for their health, because there was no Mu Lian, they were in a mess, and they didn't even know Bai Lijing's preferences.

That girl Mulian went to the Marshal's Mansion, but she might go to see someone other than Situ He, and when she came back, she would get in the way again...

Situ He wants her, and he is domineering like a calf, Han Ye is obviously broken, but he is entangled with each other, and may retaliate at any time, Mo Yu's thoughts have been written in his words and deeds, he is a near-water calamity...

Mo Wen stood inside the house, enduring the overwhelming anger that only he knew, it was time to get rid of this hindrance!

In the palace, I had lunch with Concubine Li and the Seventh Prince, and chatted for a while, it was getting late, Han Ye and Baililuo's sedan chair were driven out of the Xihua Gate of the palace.

Baililuo rides in a sedan chair, while Han Ye still rides a horse. He doesn't seem to like sitting in a sedan chair very much, and he never rides with his wife. One horse and one sedan chair, one in front of the other, looks like a procession when welcoming relatives.Ordinary horses, free and easy white clothes, and people on horseback are like a painting, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

In the eyes of outsiders, this son-in-law is very precious, he has a good temper, and he always comes to the palace to pick up his wife back home, no matter how far it is from the palace to Jinyang Palace in the west of the city, he never a complaint.

He has always been indifferent and never made things difficult for others. Even in the fierce cuju field two days ago, when everyone was at war, he was seldom aggressive. It can be said that he abides by perfect impeccable etiquette.

However, the reasons are tortuous, but only the parties know.On the Cuju field two days ago, after Han Ye walked out of Baililuo's umbrella in the rain, Baililuo stopped and did not follow. He stayed in the palace for two nights, and Han Ye came to welcome her today.

A group of people left the imperial city and reached a fork in the road. Han Ye suddenly reined in his horse and said to the attendants on the left and right: "You escort Princess Luo back first. I have received the order of the Holy Majesty, and I have to do some things immediately."

What he said, the first half of the followers couldn't refute, and the second half they didn't dare to question, showing the will of the Holy Majesty, who can say anything about him?
The curtain of the sedan chair was half lifted by a slender hand, Baililuo poked his head out slightly, and asked, "How long will my husband be going?"

Han Ye's expression didn't change, and he answered calmly: "It's seven days at least, ten days at most. Don't worry about Luo'er, just take good care of yourself."

"..." Baililuo's dingling instruction was blocked by Han Ye. He even knew what she would say. He was as pure and plain as a saint who didn't eat the fireworks of the world. She needs to spend more time talking.

Facing such a "sage" who did not make any mistakes at all, Baililuo had nothing to say, and could only smile gently: "Then, husband, be careful, Luo'er will go back to the mansion first, and wait for the husband to come back."

Han Ye nodded, and responded gently: "Okay."

Then he pulled the reins, and the horse paced aside to get out of the way, and the bearer carried Baililuo across the way, passing by Han Ye's side.

Since the last time he was assassinated in "Drunken Alley", Han Ye has been accompanied by two attendants, Han Wen and Han Wu, who are now riding behind him on horseback, watching Huacai's sedan chair go towards Jinyang Palace in the west of the city.

However, the careful Han Wu found that the master didn't look at the colorful sedan chair, but looked directly at the cloudy sky in the west, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his eyes were gentle, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

On the Lutai Mountain in the west, you can often see such a sunset in April. Unlike Shengjing City, which is full of houses and crowded, the sunset is hung on the treetops one by one, as if drawn with colored ink, which is indescribable. .

Why do you remember it so clearly?

Because... whenever Wanxia climbed up the treetops, he should go to pick her up under the green peach tree in the back mountain. Most of her daily homework is to stagger because of being punished, while most of his daily homework is Carry her back, walk up the mountain step by step along the winding mountain road...

"Let's go to Fahua Temple." Han Ye suddenly withdrew his gaze and turned his horse's head to the east.

Han Wen and Han Wu followed immediately, but it was a little strange, there was a shortcut to Fahua Temple in the east of the city, why did the master walk through Changxing Street?

Changxing Street is bustling. This is the time when people go home or vendors are preparing for the night market. There are many people and there are many barriers to travel.

The horses of the three were moving very slowly, and some passers-by consciously gave way, and some backed away cursingly. Suddenly, a short girl with a long hair bun jumped out from the corner, about eight or nine years old, Wearing ordinary peasant clothes, with a bamboo basket full of flower branches on his left arm, he held up a bright red flower with his right hand, and said to Han Ye with a smile: "Master, buy a flower branch?"

It's just a little girl, she doesn't have the lethality of an assassin, Han Wen and Han Wu didn't step forward to stop her.

Han Ye reined in his horse, his expression remained unchanged, and he asked in a condescending manner, "What kind of flower is this?"

The little girl blinked her eyes, but still smiled: "Mulian flower."

Han Ye bent down, took the flower branch from the little girl's hand, brought it to his nose and sniffed lightly, and then smiled softly: "Buy one."

(End of this chapter)