The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 242 The smell of powder (1)
Mo Wen frowned slightly, since Lin Cenzhi was killed and she was grounded, she had to practice sword every day, as if she would never stop dying, and only waited until the grounding order was lifted, so that she could personally kill the murderer and avenge Lin Cenzhi.Mo Wen was troubled. Although she had a good temper in front of him, she was a wild horse that couldn't be restrained. She had a fierce temper. She would break out of the encirclement and run away at some point. Will he be able to stop her then?Now, there is only one thing that is certain, she must not be thinking about him, if not, how would she not know that he is back?It made his excited heart instantly cool down.

Just as he was thinking about it, he untied his official uniform with both hands, the girl was very close to him, and suddenly she snuggled her whole body into his arms, lowered her head, and said shyly: "My son-in-law, although Ping'er is clumsy, but I am willing to serve my son-in-law for the rest of my life, and I don’t know if my son-in-law dislikes it or not."

Well, I didn't steal food outside, and the food at home was brought to my mouth.

Mo Wen was taken aback by the food that was brought to his mouth, he was already so clean, how could he encounter such a thing?After staying in the Prime Minister's Mansion for these years, I haven't seen any girl courting him. They usually detour when they see him, for fear of being infected by him, an ominous person. From the appearance, it's really a bit...disgusting.

However, upon closer inspection, this girl was rather pretty, she probably dressed up deliberately today, wearing brand-new clothes, putting on makeup, a strong fragrance penetrated into his nose, Mo Wen couldn't help frowning.

Ping'er didn't know it, seeing that Mo Wen didn't push her away, she felt a little more confident in her heart, and tightened her hands on Mo Wen's front.The current eldest lady in the mansion was born as a companion girl. After the death of the wife, Xiangye helped her to fill in the house, and her background is also very humble; now there is Mulian who hooks up with the fourth son, and once flies on a branch, she becomes a phoenix. From then on, one sky and one earth, how can we not make girls envious and follow suit?
Ping'er scolded from the bottom of his heart, Mulian's scumbag just came to ask her about the daily life of Princess Jing and the son-in-law, did he really regard himself as the master and young mistress?Pooh!She is nothing but a lowly maid!It's just that Mulian's life is good, and Princess Jing is supporting her, otherwise she is nothing!Now that she has climbed to the position of a close maid, why can't she find a way out for herself?Rather than being a slave for the rest of my life, it is better to give it a go——

The sick son-in-law is ugly and sick, but he is a master after all, and now he has the imperial decree of the emperor and the order of the prime minister. He seems to have become the future master of the prime minister's mansion. The future looks bright.If she climbs up to the sick son-in-law, let alone Mulian, even the aunts in the master's room don't need to show face!
Moreover, the wife of the sick son-in-law, Mark, has never seen many women at such an advanced age. Princess Jing is as domineering as a tigress. , she could see clearly.How can a man not feel aggrieved when he is oppressed by a woman to such a situation?
If she comforts her with soft words before recommending herself as a pillow mat, the sick son-in-law will not know how good it is to have a woman who knows the cold and the hot and is obedient beside him after he has tasted the sweetness of the soft jade.At that time, even if she can't be a concubine, she can only be a concubine, and she will be superior to those lowly servants. With a son-in-law pampering her, what does she want?
The daydream is so wonderful, the more she thinks about Ping'er, the more her heart beats wildly, as if a bright future is in front of her eyes, she boldly continued to stick to Mo Wen's body, and her voice became softer and softer: "Ping'er doesn't Dare to ask for a name, but only worried about the body of the consort. Since the princess entered the mansion, you have suffered a lot, and you have to watch her face and act every day. You must be very wronged. Ping'er is willing to be the confidant of the master, and the master has something in his heart. You can tell Ping'er any unspeakable suffering, and from then on, Ping'er is the eyes, ears, mouth and caring of the master..."

However, before Ping'er could finish his words, he fell limp and fell to the ground with a "bang", the turned up dress covered Mo Wen's shoe.

Mo Wen twitched his feet in disgust, and glanced at the culprit who knocked the girl unconscious——Gui Jiu stood on the spot, rubbed his palms on his clothes, and said with a smile: "Master, you can't do this kind of thing!" Do you like it? Even if you are hungry, you won’t have this taste, this girl still wants to be your eyes, ears, and mouth, tsk tsk, thinking about it is intoxicating, I really can’t stand it! What’s more, if Princess Jing I see, you may not be able to speak clearly, the slave has to think about your safety, please keep your duty in this place, don't play tricks."

Mo Wen was very annoyed, he had already behaved like this and there were still people throwing arms at him, what else could he do, Pian Guijiu was the most contemptuous slave, he wanted to kill him early in the morning, and said with his lips: "Don't do it again!" Let me see her, and you will seldom appear in front of me."

As he said that, he was about to go out in his middle clothes. Gui Jiu chased after him with a smile, put his coat on him, and persuaded him kindly: "Master, go to see Princess Jing to check things up, don't dress disheveledly and make her suspicious."

Mo Wen was about to step over the threshold, and he was even more annoyed when he heard this. What did he do to make her suspicious?Turning around, Gui Jiu was already standing far away: "Master, my lord often speaks unkind words, and this servant has learned it. If you are angry, turn around and tell your lord what to do."

Mo Wen was furious, flung his sleeves and left, cursing in his heart, what a Bo Yan!It's really detrimental to Daqin's face, the number one hidden guard next to the majestic prime minister is actually this deadly character with a hippie smile!
Gui Jiu watched Mo Wen go out with a smile, then lightly kicked the fainted girl on the ground with her toes, looked down at her appearance condescendingly, and said with a sneer: "With such a dead character, I can't even lift my master's shoes!" Unworthy! Bah, bah, bah, of course you don't deserve it! How noble is it to carry shoes, how can she defile the master's shoes?"

While muttering, he leaned over and picked up the girl on the ground...

Mo Wen wanted to drag Bo Yan to him and kick him a few times, but he still put on his outer shirt while walking, and tidied it up carefully. He lowered his head and sniffed it guiltily, wondering if the girl was left on him. He's so fat and powdery, shouldn't he take a bath first?
The more he thought about it, the more wrong he was, and he wanted to turn back, but he had already vaguely heard the sound of the sword and flower dance, so he couldn't help but took two steps forward, and saw his wife in the depths of the peach forest, her swordsmanship was like flowing clouds and flowing water. The leaves of the tree rustled and fell, and green flowers bloomed all over her.

Mo Wen looked at the corners of his lips, and all the anger just disappeared. It's not bad for a girl to like a little bit. Although she wields knives and guns, it is a sustenance after all. There is no shortage of embroidery girls in the mansion. She What do those things do?
While he was waiting, Bailijing had already seen him, she closed her posture, sheathed her long sword, and ran towards him with big strides, her hair was disheveled, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she called him from a distance: "Mo ask!"

(End of this chapter)