This woman really wants to fight her life.

"The king, the one who cares most is a jade concubine."

Chu Qi let out a low magnetic sneer from his throat, "Small stutter, don't treat people in Kyoto as fools."

Mu Jinghong took a step back and bowed heavily to Chu Qi, "King, change your mind, come and find me again."

He stood sideways and walked past him.

Chu Qi stared at her distant figure thoughtfully.

Biyu and Biluo, who were quickly following, dared not say a word. They came out of the palace and followed them all the way, always feeling that the ladies today were very different.

Miss and the King...

The two of them suddenly didn't understand.

Don’t the lady like Xiaohua? Why does it seem different to King Yu?

Could it be that the lady has fallen in love with her?

Compared to marrying into the Hua family, this Prince's Mansion may be even more difficult.

This made the two of them very worried, and I don’t know if I should tell my wife about this discovery.

"I am going to cooperate with me in something behind the seventh Miss Mu family. Chanjiu, what do you think?"

The sad Jiu looked up: "Master, is Miss Mu Qi just saying what to do with her? Could it be..." What does Gu Taiwei mean?

Chu Qi smiled, and his smile was meaningful.

"Even you think so, others probably think so. So that's why she dares to make mistakes and miss them all. She is not afraid of being careless and making mistakes first? She is very courageous when she tried to take risks." The next sentence was extremely sarcastic.

Chanjiu looked at it without knowing it.

"No matter how you look at it, it will be useless to the Gu family," this was something that Chu Qi could not guess.

"There are a lot of things happening to Miss Mu's Seven recently."

Chu Qi curled his lips, "It's indeed a bit too much."

Seeing Chu Ji laughing like this, Xuan Jiu became even more confused.

What should the prince do now if he planned to do something he had planned before? No revenge?

The prince is not such a kind person, he won’t forget it like this.

Chu Qi glanced at the corner of the palace wall, took a step with a smile, and left after he walked behind.

Mu Jinghong deliberately stopped in the palace and said those words just to make people see something and guess something.

"Miss, King Yu is different from others. He is the most dangerous person in the Northern Tang Dynasty. In the future, it is better to have less contact."

Seeing Mu Jinghong getting on the carriage, Biyu had to remind her first.

Mu Jinghong nodded slightly, but did not respond.

Seeing this, the two maids became even more anxious.

Mu Jinghong leaned towards the wall of the car, with a faint smile on his lips, and squeezed out the hexagram money he had taken from the temple from his arms, threw it in front of him, and pinched his fingers.

The expression is faint.

"Chu Ji."

These two words are muttering in my mouth.

I took the pen and ink from the side, spread it on a small table, and wrote a word.

Ying.

Chu Ji, whose courtesy name is Ying.

The palm of fate is in your hand, and the reversal is calculated.

Mu Jinghong pinched his fingers, his eyes closed, and his forehead was sweating.

It was very clear that she saw something that might happen in the future.

If there is no change in the middle, the direction of things should be like this.

Mu Jinghong exhaled in one breath, raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead with a sweat.

His eyes fell back to the word "Ying" on the table, "Although I foresee it, I can eliminate the dangers around you."

This is what she can help him the most.

As long as he becomes the emperor one day, he will be successful.

With him here, she can get rid of Chu Yu with confidence.

In the Northern Tang Dynasty, there should be no chaos.

But Chu Yu couldn't survive either.

This is why she Lachuqi.

*

Lu Mansion before nightfall.

Lu Wenqing returned to the yard from his father's study. Looking at the bright lights in the room, the sound of his wife talking to his son came out, adding a sense of warmth.

The servant in the yard saluted him from afar and left without saying a word as he raised his hand.

Step inside the house.

Jin Molan's smile appeared a lot, "Here I'm back."

"Dad!"

The delicate little dumpling rushed towards him.

His cold and hard face couldn't help but soften.

Extend your long arm and pick up your son.

"Dad, where is my sweet cake? You said you wanted to buy sweet cakes for me, which is a reward for this homework!" A pair of fleshy little hands reached out.

Lu Wenqing took out the oil paper bag from his arms and handed it over a small cookie with some warmth. His low-magnetic voice sounded: "Only one."

Xiao Tuanzi's eyes lit up, and he quickly took it from him and struggled to get off the ground.

Jin Molan smiled and told the servants to look after the child who ran out, and turned around and took off the official robe from Lu Wenqing, "You are a little drunk on your body, but have you gone to the yard?"

Lu Wenqing grabbed her hand and looked at her seriously.

Jin Molan smiled and patted his chest, "It's just a joke, but it's still so careless!"

"Don't joke."

"I know," Jin Molan took the loose robe helplessly and put it on him, "I used to ask me, it's so interesting to marry you!"

"Do you regret it?"

"After experiencing many life and death hardships, you almost want to turn against your family for me. Where can I find such a good husband?"

Lu Wenqing turned his cold and handsome face on his side. After so many years, he still couldn't stand Jin Molan turning around and flirting with him.

"I haven't asked my husband what he said to her that day, but I know you must have your own reason for doing this. I know how many times you went to the temple." But she didn't ask.

She agreed to go to Lihuatai with Mu Jinghong and him on New Year's Eve, so she believed in him.

Although I was curious, I didn't ask.

Lu Wenqing turned around and avoided this question, "Since I know, I will say it in the future."

"You are Duanmu Zunyue..."

"Alan."

Lu Wenqing's deep eyes swept over, forcing Jin Molan to stop her mouth.

"I don't ask."

"The time is here, and I will explain it to you clearly. Believe me, Alan."

Jin Molan smiled, "You always hide things in your heart and refuse to tell others, I don't know why..."

Lu Wenqing interrupted her: "Just believe me."

Jin Molan looked at the cold man and smiled again, "Okay, I believe you are."

"You don't believe it."

"I believe it."

Lu Wenqing's black pool-like eyes stared at her face, turned around and ordered the people outside, "Tell me dinner first."

Someone outside responded and soon brought the young master back to the house. The condensed atmosphere became loose and warm. The past, as if it had never happened, was still as kind as before!

Looking at this comfortable scene, the smiles on the faces of the people were really there!

All Lu Wenqing's recent actions made Jin Molan a little nervous.
Chapter completed!