The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 225
The useless mute's mind is so thoughtful that he has thought out all the escape routes clearly, leaving him with no choice but to follow the path he set.

He was obviously a wolf, but he looked so weak that he pretended to be sick and bit his seven inches silently after ten years. What a guy... Zuo Xiang sighed heavily in the sedan chair. Jiang Gui offered a lot of courtesy to the dumb, but he didn't know whether the dumb would appreciate it or not.

"Where is the person—"

The sedan chair stopped in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Prime Minister Zuo shouted against the scorching sun above his head.

The butler immediately stepped forward and obeyed: "What is Xiangye's order?"

"It's hot, ask someone to cook three meals a day to make a tonic soup to relieve the heat and send it to the eldest son." Zuo Xiang said.

"Elder...Eldest son?" The butler was very slippery, and immediately figured it out after being confused, and said with a smile: "Oh, what Xiangye meant to send to His Royal Highness Princess Jing? Do you want to give it to Madam and the second and third sons?" Send some too?"

Zuo Xiangzheng was very irritable. Hearing the butler's long-winded words, he kicked over without restraint: "So much nonsense! The eldest son of the side courtyard! Are you deaf!"

"Yes, yes... the servant is going now, going here..." The butler scrambled to the ground.

Although Zuo Xiang's mansion is large, there are only so few people in it. As soon as news spreads, it spreads quickly. Sending tonic soup to relieve summer heat in the house can make the servants in the courtyard of the second son and the third son so greedy. Mo Wen had never been so concerned before.

The eldest wife Liu Guixiang had to cry, and Mo Jue and Mo Xun's daughter-in-law also had to complain and curse. In the "Haoran Zhai" in the west wing, Mo Yu and his wife also had their own thoughts.

When the broken-mouthed girl talked about this, Mu Lian didn't mean to be jealous, but only wondered if the sick son-in-law used some kind of trick?Except for her, the entire Zuo Xiang's mansion probably didn't know the hidden truth of the sick son-in-law. He suddenly attracted so much attention from Zuo Xiang in this troubled time. Could it be that there is no secret?However, since it is a hidden situation, it is easy to find out, and can only wait for him to slowly reveal the corners and corners, very passive.

At that time, Mo Yu had just returned from giving lectures for the Seventh Prince in the palace, and he picked some fresh grass to feed the fat rabbit Xiao Hei. Mu Lian was sitting sideways to him, so he could see Mo Yu's expression clearly .Hearing this news, the gentle and introverted young man suddenly had a little melancholy on his brows. Although he was wearing a sixth-rank official uniform and his position was already out of reach of many people, he was still depressed.

Mu Lian had personally witnessed Jing Xiaobai's marriage to the sick son-in-law. Now, this young man, her husband, was quite active at the wedding two months ago, and he was very active for his sick brother-in-law. Zhang Luo, in response to the provocations of the second brother and the third brother, blocking alcohol, supporting, and questioning crimes, everything seems to be upright and knows how to advance and retreat.

However, after getting along for a long time, Mu Lian discovered that Mo Yu also has many bad qualities. He obviously has ideas in his heart but dare not do them. Xun confronted head-on, endured what he could bear, and reduced his strength a lot when he couldn't bear it, and considered attacking again. The whole person is not so much gentle and courteous, it is better to say that he is walking on thin ice.Just like now, after hearing what girl Cai said just now, he clearly felt dissatisfied and unwilling, but he refused to say a word.

He didn't say anything, and Mulian didn't ask, was it because the sick son-in-law was unwilling to be seen by the left, or because the sick son-in-law was Jing Xiaobai's husband?
The room was quiet for a while, and Mo Yu suddenly asked, "Shui Sheng, is Xiangye in the mansion right now?"

Shui Sheng was stupid, and when he heard the question, he nodded hurriedly with an "ah": "Yes, yes! Maybe it's time for dinner!"

Mo Yu fed the last piece of grass in his hand to Xiao Hei, washed his hands in the basin, wiped it with a silk towel, and then ordered: "Bring the ginseng soup stewed in the small kitchen."

"Yes!" The girl hurried away.

Before going out, Mo Yu turned his head and said to Mu Lian: "You can eat dinner by yourself, I will probably eat it with my father in the front yard, don't wait for me."

Gently and without fuss, he explained something, and without waiting for Mu Lian to answer, he raised his foot and stepped over the threshold.

Mu Lian's gaze withdrew from Mo Yu's blue brocade robe, and landed on Xiao Hei in the iron cage. When Xiao Hei was full, he began to bump into the walls of the cage. Yes, it only remembers who it is, and after being fed by Mo Yu for two months, it no longer takes Mu Lian seriously.

Mo Xiaohei, Mo Xiaohei, in the entire Xiangguo Mansion, apart from the sick son-in-law, maybe you are the second smartest?He doesn't fight on the surface, but he fights harder than anyone else.

Second day of lockdown.

Mo Wen accompanied his wife every step of the way.

He was worried that she would go crazy, but in fact it was no different from going crazy. She practiced swordsmanship in the peach grove in the side courtyard for a day, and the green leaves of the peach tree fell to the ground. No one dared to approach her. When the servant came back after inquiring about the news, she pointed her sword at him and asked, "Has the murderer been found? Has the case been solved?!"

The boy was so frightened that he could not speak clearly.

If the case was so easy to solve, Zhantang would not be Zhantang, but Han Ye was also assisting in the investigation of the case, and Mo Wen was somewhat curious about the outcome of the case.

The sun was about to set, and Mo Wen approached Baili Jing, gently pulled her arm to persuade her to go back, she leaned on the tree trunk, put the sword aside, gasped and said nothing.It just so happened that Prime Minister Zuo sent someone to bring a tonic soup to relieve the heat, and the housekeeper said flatteringly that the Master Xiang only gave it to the eldest son, and no one else.

Mo Wen was not surprised, took the soup as a matter of course, and brought it to Bailijing with his own hands.Bailijing didn't answer, so he held it up persistently, one hand was wrapped with a glaring white silk scarf, and he stood beside her without saying a word, his whole figure was like a neglected next-door husband who was rejected by his wife-in-law. Begging for nothing and refusing to leave, really doesn't even have the slightest dignity.

The butler can't come to the courtyard a few times throughout the year. Seeing this scene, I feel a little uncomfortable. No matter how cowardly and incompetent, he is still the eldest son of Xiangguo. When he met the emperor's daughter, he even lost his dignity and face. It is clear that the son-in-law is not good Errands, improper worth mentioning.

If Princess Jing doesn't drink and the eldest son doesn't move, they servants can't leave and can only spend time with the two of them.

After spending about a quarter of an hour, the eldest son finally couldn't use up this waste, and coughed with his fist against his lips. When he coughed, the soup spilled out and splashed all over himself. Bailijing finally turned to look at him, frowning. She asked, "Why are you still here?" She seemed to have forgotten him.

Hearing these words, as if frightened, Mo Wen's hand trembled, and the bowl fell down somehow, but the ground was covered with a thick layer of soft grass leaves, it didn't break, but the soup was all splashed up.His black eyes, which are usually indifferent to the world, were instantly gloomy, and he didn't dodge, he just stared at Bailijing fixedly, even the servants who were watching saw him, a little moisture gathered in his eyes, and he opened his mouth, Shouted two hoarse and ugly words: "Jing'er..."

(End of this chapter)