MTL - The Wife is First-Chapter 9 Xie Li

Hearing this "mother", the tears that Qiu Yuniang had just stopped came up again: "It is useless for my mother. If I am not a beggar, you will not suffer so many wrongs." Over the years, I have seen my son want to The ceremony is called the young master. The child wants to call a mother and has to carry people. The pain in this is not something that cannot be understood.

Qiu Yu Niang was the prostitute of the Jiangnan merchant Jia Shijia. Qiu Jia married her to the North Weihou to do business in order to borrow the power of the North Weihou. Originally, she had the favor of Mrs. North Weihou with her good hand, and she could pass the day in the government. She carefully waited for her wife every day, and only asked her son to live well. But nowadays, the child who knows how to be distressed is taken away from the qualifications of the test, married to a violent prince, this is how she is not very, how not to complain?

Looking at the sultry and cheerful mother-in-law, this is very uncomfortable, and the mother who has lost a lot of weight is in her arms: "It is a good thing to marry the prince, and it is not necessarily safe to enter the church." Shun, my mother wants to cheer up, otherwise I will worry."

On the way back, Mu Hanzhang has been silent, hiding in his hand in the sleeve of a palm-sized purse, the bag is filled with 100,000 silver tickets given by Qiu Yi Niang.

"Every year, the dividends given by Qiu Jia, I have saved, and it is useless in this house. It is reserved for you. The royal water is deep, and even if you are petting you for a while, you can’t love you forever. I am also relieved."

"Jun Qing?" was stared at him by a cold eyes, "I heard what I said?"

"Hmmm?" Mu Hanzhang turned his head, and there was a trace of confusion in the beautiful black scorpion, and instantly restored the Qingming. "The court lost the instrument, and the prince forgives the sin."

Jing Hao sighed: "Nothing, I will sleep for a while." He just said that he did not agree to Beiweihou's request for salt introduction, but pointed him to another road. This said that the second time was boring, it seems It is deliberately exemplified, so I will not say more.

Watching him poke in the corner to sleep, Mu Hanzhang was too unwilling to go, and reached out and pushed the back of the Jingying squat: "Wang Ye... Sleep by the minister, there is no pillow in the car." The carriage is bumpy, if he sleeps like this It’s very easy to get to the head.

The person being pushed did not respond and still turned his back to him. Really angry? Mu Hanzhang went over: "Wang Ye?" No response, and then closer.

Suddenly, the carriage rolled into the stone and jerked a bit. Mu Hanzhang was sitting on the carriage because he was sitting on the carriage because he was sitting on his body and leaning backwards. Who knows that the person who was mad at him turned over and pressed him down. The big hand was behind his head.

Mu Hanzhang was shocked by this series of changes, and he was at a loss on the spot.

"Small damn, Wang Ye forgives sin." The driver slammed and sue.

"But it." Jing Hao should have a voice, but did not stand up immediately, but soft down the body, put his head on the chest.

"Wang...Wang Ye..." Then I realized how much the two men were in awkward position. Mu Hanzhang reddened her face and pushed her hand to push the furry head of her chest.

"I don't want to call my prince in private," Jing said with dissatisfaction. "You see, what is the difference between what you just said and the driver?"

"The ceremony can not be abolished." Mu Hanzhang helplessly.

"I don't care," Jing Jing is probably a little drunk, and he is as self-willed as a child. "Call me."

"Wang Ye..."

"Call me!" Jing Hao raised the upper body and stared straight at the people under him. The bright eyes were full of children's expectations.

Even if you are a pet, you can't love you forever. The feelings of this person are actually as blank as a child, but even if the child loves the toy for a while, at least this moment, Mu Hanzhang feels that Jing Hao likes him. "Hey..."

Upon hearing this, Jing Hao was satisfied, and his eyes narrowed his eyes. Today's incident reminded him that the salt-leading business had to be withdrawn as soon as possible, at least to the table. I thought that I couldn’t help but hold on to the people in my arms. If I hugged this person, my heart would be secure.

Back to the Wangfu, Jingyu climbed onto the bed and slept. The grandfather went back to the door. Although he did not dare to swear by his identity, there were so many brothers and brothers in the family who had a round of laps. He also had some problems.

"Small Yunzhu, see Wang Hao." A 13-year-old boy kneels to Mu Hanzhang, and Duofu stands on one side, smiling and saying that this is the little sister and two guards he has chosen. Said, the two men in the uniforms also followed the ceremony.

"Yunzhu is the nephew of the housekeeper Mr. Yun in the outer court. It is quite clever on weekdays. Wang Hao first uses it. If it is unwilling to slaves, I will change it for you." Duofu briefly introduced it and then withdrew with two guards.

After a day of tossing, Mu Hanzhang felt tired, and he leaned on the soft-cold big welcome pillow. When Yunzhu immediately moved the cup on the table to the small side next to the soft collapse, and carefully removed the small number. The incense burner on the.

Mu Hanzhang smiled and Zhao Yunzhu came to come: "How old are you?"

"Return to Wang Hao, the small virtual age of thirteen." Although young, Yunzhu is not innocent, the children's voice has not changed, and a pair of big eyes are also very smart, very lovable.

"When did you enter the palace? Literacy?" Mu Hanzhang felt that the child was cute, then took off his shoes and moved his legs up, letting him sit on his feet.

"Small from the age of eight followed the uncle into the government, the things in this house are known to some," Yunzhu is not sensational, neatly sitting on the foot and sitting cross-legged, "small after entering the government followed the uncle Reading, although stupid to read slowly, the words of the week are recognized, the book of the small study today is a small arrangement, if Wang Hao can not find a book, just ask a small, will be able to find you."

When I was eight years old, I basically went from Jingjing to the palace to build the emperor's house. Mu Hanzhang thought, this little sister is really useful, and so on, small study room? "You mean, my book is in a small study?"

"Yes, Wang Ye confessed before going out this morning. Many general managers have been busy with the small ones for a day." Yun Zhu smiled and said that now the entire palace knows that Wang Ye is very fond of this new wife who is following the door. The owner's natural scenery, maybe even compare the cousin who followed the prince.

Although it is called a small study, it is not too small. The two large boxes of books brought by Hou Fu have been placed, and a new book has been added. The ebony desk, the chess piece, and the calligraphy and painting ornaments are all available. Many things are newly added at a glance. They are all the elegant and light colors that he likes.

Mu Hanzhang lingers in this elegant and luxurious study, and I can't say what it is like in my heart. No one has cared about him so carefully.

Jingjing slept in the house and missed the dinner time. Mu Hanzhang made the kitchen a bowl of millet porridge and two side dishes to the inner room. The interior was black with lights, the bed was slightly shouted, and the next person was swept away. Mu Hanzhang lit up two lights and slowly rolled up the account.

"Hey..." Jing Hao was slowly awakened by the light, and he blinked and opened his eyes.

"Get up and eat some things, some late, Chen let the kitchen cook some millet porridge, Wang Ye eat less, so as not to accumulate food." Mu Hanzhang Wen Sheng said, wearing a coat for the sitting up.

The scene was awkward, until the rice bowl was still a bit dull, how did Junqing suddenly become so gentle and undefended?

"Small study, very beautiful, thank you." Mu Hanzhang squinted, three words and three words said, it is very easy to say a thank you, such as Wang Ye, but these words are spoken It is awkward.

“Jun Qing?” Jing Jing looked at him with surprise. He was caught in the hand and hid his hands in his sleeve. “You finally didn’t call me prince.”

"Wang... Wang Ye..." Mu Hanzhang's hand trembled, and he was fortunate to be forgotten by Jing Jing.

"Cough," Realizing that he was shameful again, Jing Yu let go of the hands of others and pick up the chopsticks again. "I only finished with a thank you. I have never heard of anyone who will give a husband's study."

Mu Hanzhang’s originally nervous heart sank and looked up at him.

Jing Hao saw his face changed, only to realize that his usual cold tone scared him, and added: "This king wants a sincere thank you." He said, pointing to his cheek.

"Wang... Wang Ye..." Mu Hanzhang is really not sure how to deal with it.

"Or, let me kiss it." Jing Hao put it in his ear and said softly with a slightly magnetic voice.

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After eating the exquisite day and night, the beautiful scenery of the beautiful dangling to the small study room, the hidden Wang Hao was dug out. Just now, this person did not wait for him to go to Xie Li, and got up and fled.

Looking at the seriousness of watching "Dachen's Law" sitting at the table, the person with the acorn in the eartips couldn't help but put the fist in the lips and smile, and walked to the person: "The sky Not early, is Wang Hao going back to the house?"