The voice of Si Weigong sending Lu Wenqing came from outside the Sitianjian Gate. Hua Xieying's body slanted and sat down.

Xiu Ruzhu's hand was placed on the table, and the palm of her hand stroked a slightly convex pattern. When she moved it away, she was stunned, and then she smiled silently.

The table was used by Duanmu Zunyue during her lifetime. There was a pattern with an insignificant face in the Bagua diagram that should have been carved by her. The small-leaf red sandalwood fell into her hands like ordinary wood.

Somehow, Hua Xieying suddenly felt that the woman who was lofty was a bit cute!

His eyes were set at the end of the rows of bookshelf, and he murmured, "You are too greedy to end this. I hope that those with the surname Mu will not follow your footsteps and end up with a more miserable end than you."

With power in hand, I still hope to be the best, and I even want to get the man's sincerity.

There is no such good thing in the world!

Hua Xieying stood up and stepped out with her hands. In the corner of the elevated road, something fell quietly and stuck behind the shelf!

"Mr. Little Flower."

Seeing him coming out, Si Wei hurried forward to salute with a pleasing smile on his face.

Hua Xieying took out two purses from her body and handed them over. The two guards immediately smiled and thanked her!

"Can the new priest join the Sitianjian since the Duanmu priest?"

Si Wei looked at Hua Xieying's expression for a while, his eyes flashed, and he said disdainfully: "She is so many different from the Duanmu Priest, how can she enter the Sitian Superintendent? The emperor has something to say, except..." Si Wei suddenly stopped.

Hua Xieying suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Since it's inconvenient to say it, just keep it in your stomach."

"Yes, yes, what Lord Xiaohua taught her a lesson."

The flower faded and the shadow came out of Sitianjian and glanced back.

The emperor had some affection for Duanmu Zunyue. As for the truth or falsehood, only he himself knew best.

*

Lu Wenqing took the things back home, hid alone in the study and spread out the comparison.

The character with the back end of Mu Jinghong is indeed similar to the character with Duanmu Zunyue. You can even see something wrong from Mu Jinghong's character, just like deliberately restraining your strength and pen tip.

Thinking of what Hua Xieying said to him in Sitianjian, his handsome eyebrows frowned.

"Husband."

Jin Molan pushed the door open and entered.

Lu Wenqing slowly rolled up two pairs of words on the table and looked up at Jin Molan.

Jin Molan saw his movements in her eyes, and a flashing look covered up, and did not ask, "They said that you went to Sitianjian and came back and went into the study and never came out. I'm worried about what's wrong with you."

Lu Wenqing naturally put the two rolled characters into the painted and calligraphy jar with white glaze and plain face without patterns.

Jin Molan's gaze moved slightly and closed at a glance.

"Nothing happens."

Lu Wenqing's deep eyes were staring at her.

Her expressionless face, but her eyes seemed to be filled with hot affection, made her shy and unsightly.

"Today, you took the word "Miss Seventh Miss Mu" and left. When you returned to the house, you felt a little uneasy when you came to Sitianjian. Wenqing, I am different from other women. I don't know how to be gentle and mean, and sometimes I don't understand the charm. I only know..."

The thin lips were pressed by a slender finger, and Jin Molan raised her head and hit her deep eyes.

The two of them went through too many hardships and life and death to get together, but since the day Duanmu Zunyue died, she felt uneasy.

At this moment, I was even more afraid of losing this man.

She was not blind, and one of the calligraphy and paintings he had just taken was a tribute paper for Si Tianjian.

The rough fingertips gently stroked her cheeks, and her voice was like a night spring. "I am responsible for the safety of the imperial city. I am also responsible for the escape of the Duanmu clan."

"You..." Jin Molan looked at his handsome and handsome face, and couldn't say anything when she spoke.

“It’s great to have fun today.”

Lu Wenqing moved his fingertips to her lips quietly and rubbed them gently.

Before she could speak, he whispered: "It's great for you to do this."

Lu Wenqing, who is not good at speaking sweet words, can only express his love for Jin Molan with kisses!

Leaving the study, Jin Molan stood in the corridor and looked back for a long time, but the little thought in her heart could not be erased.

Because Lu Wenqing's attitude after Duanmu Zunyue's death was different, even if it was a very subtle change, it was a big change in Jin Molan's eyes.

Others can't see it, but her wife can see it clearly.

Duanmu Zunyue, a woman, was admired by thousands of people when she was alive, and was remembered by so many people after her death.

She thought carefully about the scenes of Lu Wenqing and Duanmu Zunyue meeting each time, and there was no sign of it at all.

Is it because they hid it well, or is she thinking too much?

A woman's intuition made her unable to deceive herself.

He sneered and calmed down all the expression on her face.

*

During dinner, Mu Jinghong smelled a heavy atmosphere as soon as he entered the mansion. The people in Gu's house hurried towards him. Before Mu Jinghong could speak, he whispered: "The tenth young master fell down from the rockery. The old lady and the marquis were in the front hall. The lady asked you to wait and be careful when you speak."

Mu Jinghong's black eyes narrowed slightly.

"Your will also have a copy of the one who harms him."

As soon as these words came to anger, her face also showed.

"What are you talking about? My lady has been outside, why did she hurt him?" Biluo blurted out in disbelief.

"The lady is also quarreling with the old lady because of this, this matter..."

"No hurry, I'll go over and take a look." Mu Jinghong's eyes flashed, and he came to the front hall without saying much.

The atmosphere in the hall is even more depressing and hard to breathe.

Gu stood in front of him with anger and blushed face and his neck was thick. He stared at the pink-jacketed boy lying on the soft chair and looked like he was poisoned.

Lou has always been partial to males. Before Mu Jinghong entered the door, he scolded Gu so much that he was so angry that even Mu Deyuan was criticized for helping him speak.

The atmosphere solidified and no one dared to breathe.

Mu Jinghong stepped in, and Qing Ruhong's eyes swept straight to the boy.

"You said, I'm going to harm you?"

He stepped in and spoke.

To avoid being taken advantage of by being slow to speak.

After being watched by Mu Jinghong's eyes, the boy dodged a little.

"How to harm you."

She forced herself forward and asked indifferently.

"Grandmother!" The boy bit his lip, glanced at Mu Jinghong and looked towards Lou's family with a glance. His eyes instantly became pitiful, as if Mu Jinghong had bullied him.

The bloodless Lu family's lips were about to bite blood. When her heart was in a state of confusion, Mu Jinghong appeared and gave her some comfort. As long as she got involved in the second wife's daughter, things would not be too bad.

Even if it is bad, it will not be bad for her. Lou hated Gu from the bottom of his heart. How could he miss such an opportunity?

"Gu!"

Lou slapped the table hard, pointed at Mu Jinghong and scolded, "Look at your daughter, you mother and daughter are here to defeat our Mu Mansion's men! You dare to talk back to your elders here, I think you are really using your mother's power to show off your power! You and daughter are arrogant. If you don't manage today, you Gu will have the final say in this family."

Lou became angry and his cold eyes were cast on Mu Deyuan.

Mu Deyuan instantly had one head and two big eyebrows frowned.

Gu laughed in anger and gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Since that's the case, then my second wife will be separated from the Marquis' Mansion and will be at peace from now on."
Chapter completed!