Chapter 288

"Master, Your Highness's Hui Mo of Fang Xiaoxiang Eight Scenic Spots..."

"Mo Lan, pack it up and hand it over to Master Wei to take it back to the mansion."

In the two days before and after, the man "used to" took a lot of objects from her yard. The old god Mu Xiyao was here, with his son in his arms amused, except that he couldn't get out of the courtyard, this day was not satisfactory.

"Mother, go to see daddy." Chengqing Xiao Baozi recognized someone, and when he saw Wei Zhen, he knew it was the big man next to his biological daddy, who knew kung fu. I haven't seen him for a few days, and at this time he started arguing for someone.

Although his mother is good, it's a pity that she can't fly high, let alone let him play with knives. After staying with Xiangxiang's mother for a long time, Xiao Douding felt that playing with his father would be more enjoyable.

Mu Xiyao smiled kindly, looked at her son's face that looked very much like an old man, and decided to wait for Wei Zhen to leave, and immediately teach this little thing who demolished her a lesson. Don't think that just because she is one size smaller and more well-behaved, she will be so cute that she can't let go!

Wei Zhen's eyes lit up, and he became energetic in an instant. Yes! Apart from this His Highness, who can be the master of the house, there is also the little master Cheng Qing? It's a pity that the little master Chengyou is still a baby and can't speak. Otherwise, the two masters would cry in front of the side concubine... Mrs. Wei suddenly felt that the clouds were brightening, and most of the depression in his heart dissipated.

Taking a funny look at Wei Zhen's hopeful eyes staring at her son, Mu Xiyao was happy in her heart, and her face was also very kind. "Chengqing is good. Daddy is busy earning money to take care of his mother, Chengqing, and younger brother. Daddy is working very hard. Should Chengqing be obedient?" Mu Xiyao was persuasive and persuasive, provoking the half-knowing little bun in order to earn money. He nodded very vigorously.

"Chengqing is so good," he slapped her son on the cheek, Xiao Douding smiled with joy, and jumped straight into her arms. "Our son is obedient, how about mother making jujube cake and telling a story as reward?"

Xiao Baozi immediately became excited, his father and so on, haven't we met anyone yet, no jujube cake story is true. "This time, I'll eat two yuan." You know you have to raise the price to make it.

Mu Xiyao laughed so hard that her branches trembled wildly, she glanced at Wei Zhen, and happily carried her son into the house with a smile on her face.

Want to talk to her son? snort! Tell your Sixth Highness to go down and let him grab two to five or eighty thousand. In the end, on his son's side, it's not worth the weight of two cakes...

It's good for a son who is young, easy to bully, easy to fool, easy to manage. Mu Yaonu led the people to live happily in the mansion, Master Wei looked downcast, shuffling his feet, as if he was in shackles. Wishing he could simply not get out of this courtyard, it was better than going back to the Prince's Mansion and Tian Fushan trembling with fear, being stared at by His Highness all day long.

The bright candlelight reflected Zong Zhenglin's stern face. The man's eyes were fixed, and his brows were deeply furrowed. Zong Zhenghan and Chen Yankui have frequent private messages, and the two of them are related to the crown prince, and they also have hidden contacts. Is this a sign of joining forces?

Clenching his fists and pressing his throat, Zong Zhenglin rubbed his forehead and took out from the book case the "Interpretation of Wei History" which he read most recently.

Tian Fushan waited on the side, adding some tea from time to time, and fiddled with the wick. The room was very deserted, except for the explosion of the lanterns, only His Highness occasionally coughed twice, which made Tian Fushan shake his head secretly.

I don't know why he was so angry with that slut, so disregarding his body, how should he explain to the empress.

There seemed to be someone whispering outside the door, Tian Fushan put down the hairpin used to light the lamp, and went out to check lightly.

"My subordinates pay respects to the Concubine Zheng." Unexpectedly, Concubine Helian came in person, Tian Fushan saluted respectfully.

This person came here at this time, I'm afraid he got the news.

"I heard that ginger soup was boiled in the big kitchen, so I knew His Highness was not in good health. How are you doing now?" His Highness's health is hindered, but she didn't know it for a long time. Helian Minmin broke out in a cold sweat from fright, and immediately rushed over with his mother when he got the news.

"Please also ask the chief steward to pass the news on my concubine's behalf, and let my concubine come into the house to take a look." Zong Zhenglin had a fever and a headache, and Concubine Shu was the first to blame her, the master of the back house who was in charge of the prince's house. Your Highness is not good, I am afraid that even the emperor will be alarmed.

Tian Fushan was in a dilemma, how dare he go in and disturb His Highness at this time. He was hesitating, but he was summoned by His Royal Highness.

"Tell her to come in." The tone was calm, and there was nothing unusual. Helian Minmin's heart slowly fell to the ground. Fortunately, at least the person is not seriously ill.

Stepping into the room quickly, without even removing the cloak, Helian Minmin walked around the screen, and saw a man in black robe sitting behind the case. Zong Zhenglin raised his eyes with a solemn face, glanced at her, and closed the book.

"Your Highness is well." He Lian pointed her finger, just in time to see the bookmark that the Sixth Highness had just smoothed carefully. Very chic, not like made of paper. In the blink of an eye, you can only see that it looks like light yellow, with a tie.

Look at the uniform under his outer robe, isn't it the one that Mrs. Mu sent from afar that day, and he shamelessly begged for money from her.

The two of them got into a fight for some reason, which made her see the woman's joke. It's a pity that the other party is a shameless person, for fear that others would not know that she was angered by His Highness, so they gave her clothes and took the opportunity to lose their temper. However, His Highness seemed to be ruthless this time, and remained unmoved by her many tricks. Even though Wei Zhen was driving her, His Highness still didn't see him going to the east mansion.

"Your Highness, my concubine sees that your complexion is not good, so I need to ask the imperial doctor to check your pulse."

"No need." Zong Zhenglin didn't get up, but asked Helian to sit down nearby. "I called you in because of those children from Helian's mansion who joined the Wujian Division."

He Lianzhang is quite sensible, and he will not hesitate to give some favors to obedient people.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Helian Minmin had a worried expression on his face, he couldn't let go, and before resigning, he persuaded and invited an imperial doctor to the mansion.

Zong Zhenglin waved his hands impatiently, buried his head in the scroll, and said nothing more.

Reluctantly retreating, he carefully explained that if Tian Fushan was wrong, he would report it immediately, and then he led the people away quietly along the corridor.

This time it is clear. When His Highness was flipping through the scroll, what was pressed on the page was a leaf vein bookmark. The workmanship is very chic, but the age is a bit deep, and the tail of the tie is slightly slippery.

Such an object can be known at a glance as being made by a woman. Being able to be placed in front of him like this... Helian Minmin looked up at the cold moon that was mostly covered by dark clouds. His body was a little cold, and he put his arms in one place, and went straight to Zen Ruoyuan to return.

Forget it, what she plans to do will only take half a month to do. As for His Highness's favor, it's useless to earn it before your body recovers.

"What did Wei Zhen bring back today?" As midnight approached, Zong Zhenglin's mind sank. Unbuttoning his outer robe, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't gotten angry with that woman yet.

Accustomed to her to this point, has long been beyond his control. Fortunately, she wasn't angry with her, but it became a reason to miss her.

Tian Fushan lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, holding the clean clothes in both hands, "Here's a chess basket."

Zong Zhenglin paused for a moment before continuing to borrow the belt around his waist. "No pieces?"

"I haven't seen it before. I only sent two pottery urns for storing chess pieces."

This woman... Zong Zhenglin pressed her forehead twice, took her clothes and went into the bath.

About the purse last time, how long will she blame him...