The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 229 I'm so stupid (1)
While looking up, Zuo Xiang saw a letter sandwiched between the ropes that bound Mo Xun behind his back. After these few days, Zuo Xiang was quite experienced, so he pulled out the letter without a word, opened it, and read word by word. Sweeping: "As the son of an important minister, when the country is in danger, he still stays in prostitutes and does not return home at night. This is the first crime. Disregarding human life and having no law of the king is the second crime. I don't know how to repent, corrupt the family style, and destroy the reputation of the Mohist school. This is the third crime. Such a rebellious and immoral person should be punished for his crime. However, legal principles are nothing more than human feelings, and the criminal is still young. It is really unbearable to be severely punished. Now all the troubles have been calmed down, and the aftermath has been properly settled, and we can express our hearts."

In just a few sentences, Prime Minister Zuo broke out in a cold sweat after reading it. Any of the first two charges is enough to put Mo Xun to death. It has been settled, he just needs to take the person back.

Keep quiet, don't show your face, and your words are sincere but full of threats. What does it mean to deal with the aftermath properly?How can he believe him?If you don't believe him, so what?

Prime Minister Zuo held the letter in the palm of his hand, and when Mo Xun came to cry again, he kicked him over, and cursing while holding back his overwhelming anger, "Nonsense! You really should die for another life!" ! Go back to me!"

No matter how angry he was, after all, he was his own flesh and blood, and the tiger venom did not eat children, so the servants hurriedly untied Mo Xun.

Sitting in the carriage, Prime Minister Zuo was thinking about the solution all the way, but when the carriage stopped in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he still didn't come up with it.What can be done?All he could do was to meet that useless son who had never looked directly at him.

The sky is full of colorful clouds in the west, and Mo Wen and his wife are sitting in front of a hut in a side courtyard having dinner. Red dragonflies fly by in front of them, and half of their wings are tilted by the wind. Things, just the two of them, this scene is really quite warm and harmonious.

In May, Mo Wen's appetite seemed to improve a lot, he ate slightly more than in April, but he still didn't get much meat, like a monk eating vegetarian food in a temple.His wife has always liked meat, and he couldn't eat it, so he watched her eat it with an extremely gentle expression.Occasionally, when his wife saw him staring intently, she thought he wanted to taste it too, so she offered him something to eat, but he didn't accept it, but leaned over to suck on her lips, and then turned her head to look elsewhere, no matter what she said. reaction.

However, if this shameless behavior is done too much, it will not work. His wife has already prepared herself, and now she can't kiss her quickly, but it's very interesting if she can't kiss her. Mo Wen looked at her frowning Laughing like an idiot - he himself doesn't know who is an idiot.

At this moment the housekeeper came out of the peach grove, Bailijing stopped the chopsticks in her hand, watched the slightly fat housekeeper panting across the small bridge and flowing water, and greeted them before getting to the point: "My lord , Lord Xiang... Please go over there."

Mo Wen couldn't speak, his expression was quite surprised, Bai Lijing sat up straight, and asked cautiously: "What's the matter?"

The butler wondered: "I don't know, but the master asked the slave to invite me, and the sedan chair also came..." Seeing that Bailijing was about to get up, the butler hurriedly said: "Princess Jing, the master said that the eldest son should go alone. you……"

Mo Wen naturally knew why, he held Baili Jing's hand at the right time, squeezed it in the palm of his hand, and then wrote: "Eat obediently, and wait for me to come back."

He had already said so, and it was not easy for Baili Jing to follow, and Prime Minister Zuo would not do anything to Mo Wen, so she didn't need to be so worried.

A light bamboo rod carried Mo Wen to the front yard, Bai Lijing stood in front of the hut and watched his back go away, then sat down, saw the food in front of her, and realized that she was already full.

The bamboo stick stopped at the door of Zuo Xiang's study, Zuo Xiang personally stepped out of the threshold to meet him, and the butler helped Mo Wen into the study, and then closed the door behind him.Due to the dimness in the study room, the lamp was already on, Zuo Xiang's expression was extraordinarily... pretending to be calm under the dim yellow candlelight.

Mo Wen was dumb, so naturally he couldn't speak, but just looked innocently at Prime Minister Zuo, who walked up and down the room, and finally said: "... Xun'er is all thanks to you."

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled lightly at Prime Minister Zuo, picked up the hot tea on the small table in front of him, blew on it, took a sip, and it didn't suit his appetite, so he put it on the table again, and spoke to Prime Minister Zuo Hesitating, there was no impatience between his brows, he waited for him to continue.

Zuo Xiang's cunning practiced for many years was helpless in front of Mo Wen's "innocent". How could he waste a dumb man?He could only speak again: "I sent someone to investigate, and the dead young lady and the client's family are gone, what should they do if they come to make trouble again?"

Mo Wen put pen and ink on the small table in front of him, and after hearing this, he took a pen and wrote on the white paper in a calm manner: "Everyone has been settled properly, father doesn't have to worry."

He didn't say whether they were dead or not, and he didn't say whether they would kill the weeds or not, which made Prime Minister Zuo uneasy. The implication seemed to be that, in my hands, it's up to you how to deal with them.

Prime Minister Zuo couldn't get any cheap, and he couldn't figure out the son's mind at all, so he had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, everything is up to you. I owe you mother and son, let's pay them off together... After a hundred years, I will be inherited by you from the Mohist family."

Mo Wen's expression was still not surprised, he bowed his head and wrote on the white paper: "Father's words are serious, but it seems that he is born very well. It's just that I have heard a lot of verbal words these years, so I don't quite believe them. Father should let me Just rest assured."

The handle is in his hands, so naturally what he says is what he says, Zuo Xiang walked to the desk and sat down, picked up a pen and began to write quickly, the study was extremely quiet, and the servant guarding the door outside could barely hear No sound, no idea what they were doing.

After a while, Prime Minister Zuo put down his pen, and stamped his seal on the paper. The bright red mark that could not be altered made him dazed for a while, sighed, got up, walked to Mo Wen, and handed it to him.

Mo Wen took it over, and after reading it, he raised his head and stared at Prime Minister Zuo with extremely innocent eyes. He accepted the black and white writing, looked at Prime Minister Zuo's unhappy look, and seemed rather unbearable, and wrote: "Actually, apart from these, I still have many advantages that my father has not seen for a long time, why not try it first to see if I am still useful to my father. If my father has any troubles, you can talk to me."

Although Zuo Prime Minister Mo Song didn't dare to underestimate Mo Wen any more, he didn't really expect much from him, so he deliberately told Mo Wen about the worries of Emperor Jing Yuan in the early court today, and said: "If you inherit the prime minister in the future The national government is not just my own words, everything is false without His Majesty's approval."

Although the reasoning in this statement is good, it is more or less a warning.

Mo Wen raised the corners of his lips slightly, his brows were drawn down, his eyes sparkled, he wrote on the paper calmly, and then showed it to Xiang Zuo, who was shocked after seeing it: "This... this is simply... "

He didn't say what he said next, but Mo Wen ignored him again, got up, took the written paper from the left hand, and walked to the lampshade... The thin paper ignited as soon as it touched the fire, that bold strategy Soon it was a heap of ashes, leaving no trace.

(End of this chapter)