The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 245 The smell of powder (4)
"Lutai Mountain...is it done?" Han Ye seemed to have a plan in mind, and instead of mentioning the Bai family, he turned to another question with a tired voice.

Although Han Wen was puzzled, he replied truthfully: "It is reasonable to say that it does not take these days to go back and forth, and it seems to have encountered obstacles. But, rest assured, Xuanying will not make mistakes, and everything will go according to plan."

Plans, plans, everything is a plan...Han Ye rubbed his painful temple with his head on his hand, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even speak, so he waved his hand silently to let him back down.

Han Wen hesitated to speak, walked two steps away and turned around and said, "Master, please take care of yourself, Beijun Mansion needs you."

The room fell silent again, only the shadow accompanied him.In the past, his yaya always bothered him, and would sneak into his room to sleep with him at night, he didn't understand, seeing a person who never gets tired, clinging to him during the day and hugging him at night he.

She once asked, Han Ye, why are you frowning? Is it because I'm annoying you that you have a headache?Then I'll go back to sleep and come back tomorrow!

He couldn't laugh or cry at once, she was really a little scoundrel, if she came tomorrow to make a fuss for him, she just couldn't bear to say that she would never come again.

In fact, he was also reluctant to ask her to go, so he held her two hands, pressed on the acupuncture points on both sides of her forehead and rubbed it for him. Her hands were small, and her fingertips were warm and soft, which really could relieve pain.She didn't make a sound at first, but after a while she heard her worryingly asking in her ear: "Han Ye, are you feeling better? I'll ask Miracle Doctor Sun to give you a prescription tomorrow, okay?"

He opened his eyes, let go of her hand, put his arms across to let her pillow, she rolled into his arms and pressed against his chest, he raised the corners of his lips, and gently pressed a soft kiss on her Eyes, coaxing: "Yaya, it will be much better if you rub it like this, it won't get better after taking the medicine."

She then found an excuse, and immediately said: "Han Ye, now you know why I don't like to drink medicine? Those medicines are bitter and astringent, but they don't work! Then I will come to accompany you every night and rub you for the rest of my life. Knead until it doesn't hurt anymore..."

At that time, he felt satisfied and fulfilled in his heart, and wished that his life would be over immediately, and it didn't matter if his headache would never get better.

"Eldest brother, I want to hear you play the tune." As soon as she acted like a baby, she forgot how to address him. She once said that she would never call him elder brother and only call him Han Ye.While he was playing the flute to coax her to sleep, he thought that she had no heart at all. As time went by, she might have forgotten her original intention. After all, she was still so young, so small that she thought the future was a perfect picture. Full of peach blossoms that never wither.

The night wind blew in through the window, and Han Ye sat in his clothes, resting his head on his hands and closing his eyes.Anyway, I can’t fall asleep, have nightmares, have a splitting headache, and there’s no difference between lying down and sitting up…

In the early morning of the second day, the news that the girl Ping'er slipped and fell under the Feihong Bridge and drowned spread all over Zuo Xiang's mansion. The housekeeper sent some money casually, and asked Ping'er's family to take the body and bury it. A slave died. Almost like a dead sparrow.

Du Mulian became suspicious of this matter, and she dared not be careless about anyone and anything related to the sick son-in-law.Jing Xiaobai has never cared much about girls and servants, as long as she doesn't offend her, she doesn't care if they fall out.This girl Ping'er's courage has been practiced day by day, she was very afraid when she first came here, but later she was able to take care of Jing Xiaobai on her own, obviously she is a malleable talent.

Yesterday she went to "Youfeng Laiyi" to look for Jing Xiaobai, Ping'er taunted her with sourness, not only did not tell her where Jing Xiaobai was, but also pointedly smiled and said: "Sister Mulian, oh No, the fourth young mistress, the residence of Princess Jing and the son-in-law, logically speaking, you should avoid suspicion and not come here often. The fourth young mistress is really shabby for slaves. It is not appropriate to keep a good young mistress. Work. If one day, Ping'er can have the same luck as Sister Mulian, she will stop getting involved in these trivial matters and enjoy my happiness."

She noticed that Ping'er had deliberately dressed up, and was folding the clothes of the sick son-in-law in his hands, and the smile on his lips was so obvious, Mu Lian immediately remembered that this girl had seduced Mo Yu when he was drunk, and she was very high-spirited Very much, she wanted to climb up, and now, the sick son-in-law seemed to be the tall branch of her dreams...

However, even if she guessed Ping'er's plan, she didn't expose it. Instead, she provoked her with a mocking smile: "Not everyone has such good luck. You will be just a slave for the rest of your life!"

After finishing speaking, he left, Ping'er was so angry that he stomped behind him, and when he stepped out of the threshold, he happened to see the sick son-in-law coming back.Mulian sneered from the bottom of her heart, Ping'er, good girl, you can hook him up anyway, it's best if you hook him up, then only then will he be attractive.

As a result, Ping'er drowned and died the next day.

What a coincidence.

Early in the morning, listening to the little girls who served her whispering outside, Mu Lian couldn't sleep, so she simply got up.

After washing and washing, he opened the door, and saw Mo Yu coming out of the study "Hao Ran Zhai".

Today in the impermanence court, Mo Xiaohei got up so early, he walked very fast, Mulian had nothing to say to him, fearing that there would be an argument again, so she didn't catch up.Go straight to Jing Xiaobai's big garden, along the way, the birds are singing happily, one after another, very crisp, the dragonfly stands on the budding lotus, the dew rolls from the lotus leaves, and "tick" falls into the pool , swaying circles of ripples...

After walking down such a long way, I didn't see half of the girls and servants.

When we arrived at "Youfeng Laiyi", the guard said that Princess Jing had rested in the courtyard last night.Hearing this, Mu Lian's face was serious, she couldn't break into the peach forest formation in the side courtyard, the person who designed the peach forest was a master who was proficient in Qimen Dunjia.

"What's the matter, Fourth Young Mistress? This servant is going to inform the princess." A girl came out of the small kitchen, saw her, and came forward to greet her.

Mulian smiled: "Lu'er, come here, I have something to ask you."

The girl named Lu'er hurriedly responded: "Hey."

Mulian's smile subsided: "I heard that Ping'er drowned? When did it happen?"

Lu'er looked around, and whispered: "Fourth Young Madam, the housekeeper won't let you mention it again... probably she drowned last night, and she was floating under the Feihong Bridge early this morning, and the guard on duty found it. Speaking of it It's also strange, the dress she wore when she died was given to Princess Jing when she married into the mansion, each of us girls wears one, and no one is willing to wear it on weekdays, and I don't know why she wore it yesterday."

Mulian understood, and continued to ask: "When was the last time you saw Ping'er?"

Lu'er thought for a while, and said: "...Yesterday evening, I went to make medicine for my son-in-law, and Ping'er was in there to clean up the house. When I finished making the medicine, I sent it to the side courtyard and came back, but Ping'er didn't know where to go. What happened, I just thought that little hoof was lazy, and I didn't dare to tell anyone. Fourth young lady, you know that Princess Jing always doesn't care about things, and the girls and boys in this courtyard are much more casual than when you were here before, really Just find a sensible person to take care of them, otherwise, they will be even more shameless."

(End of this chapter)