The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Well!" Su Nanxiang nodded, and his face did not change color, and he lied without beating.

"Under the east, I would like to thank the girl for her life-saving grace ..." Dongli said softly, the beautiful face of the white jade carving was eye-catching, and the amber eyes were as clear and gorgeous as glass.

East from?Isn't it the Seven Princes of Xiliang Kingdom?She actually 'saved' such a famous person ...

A flash of ecstasy flashed through the eyes of Sunan Xiang, who disappeared without a trace in an instant, and smiled politely: "It's just a matter of raising hands, son of the East doesn't have to worry about it!"

"The girl's effort is a kind of reinvention for Li. If the girl doesn't dislike it, she would like to escort the girl back to the house to express her gratitude!" Dong Li said in a low voice, with deep sincerity in her indifferent voice.

"This ..." Su Nan Xiangji held a pondering moment and whispered: "The little girl lives in the imperial palace of the capital, and there is a son of a Oriental!"

"The girl is welcome, please girl!" Dongfang Li made a gesture of invitation, which was obviously a common movement, but elegant and dazzling.

"Son Dongfang please!" Sun Nanxiang's blessed body with a smile, Ting Ting curled forward, her mouth curled up with a tricky smile: Dongfang took her as a life-saving benefactor, she must be responsive to her, she must make good use of this Second chance to get the most benefit ...

Looking at Sun Nanxiang's slender back as she walked away, the East appeared a little confused from the bottom of her eyes, deliberately trailing behind, lowering her voice and saying, "Huo Tong, did she really save me?"

When the woman who rescued him bandaged his wounds, he was sober for a moment, but his body was weak and he couldn't move. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound. The heavy eyelids could not be opened, and he could only vaguely see the outside. world.

In the dim sight, he didn't see the woman's appearance clearly, only saw the woman's eyes, the woman's figure, and the girl in front of him, it seemed a little different ...

"This ..." Huo Tong raised his eyebrows and replied truthfully: "The subordinates didn't see her save the son, but when the subordinate came here, she was really the only one here."

"It turns out so!" Dongfang nodded, his eyes flashing meaningfully.

"Son, would you like to check this matter?" Huo Tong asked lowly, his eyes cold.

"No, you can't fake it, you can't fake it. Don't worry too much about it for now!" Dongfang Li said softly, unpredictably.

When they first arrived in Qingyan Capital, they were unfamiliar, and an assassin sent by someone was lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate him. He should not act lightly.

The emperor is the emperor's teacher. There must be a lot of guards inside and outside the palace. The assassin will never dare to invade. He will follow the girl's meaning and go to the emperor's palace as a guest.

Under the warm sunshine, the maids of Wu'an Hou, mammoths, and little servants come and go in the house, performing their duties, and the Anshoutang where Mrs. Song is located is silent!

Mrs. Song sat in the Taishi chair, slowly taking a sip of tea, and glancing at the beautiful young woman sitting next to her, said lightly: "Just come back, these days, you suffer."

"Thank you mother for your care, my daughter-in-law doesn't hurt!" Murong Rou smiled perfunctoryly, picked up the tea in front of him, and took a sip.

She was sleeping in the damp grass every day in the jail, eating coarse dry food that was difficult to swallow, and drinking a thin soup that reflected the figure. After twenty days, she lost a large circle, her face was yellow and complexion It was also very bad. I put a lot of precious rouge gouache on it and failed to cover the gauntness of her eyes.

Mrs. Song looked at her, frowned lightly, and said slowly: "You have just returned to the house, just take care of the body. For Wuanhou House, let Huihui take care of it for the time being."

It ’s not so good to say so, the old lady did n’t just watch her go to jail, her reputation was ruined, and then let her preside over Zhong feed, which would make people laugh, so prepare to kick her aside and cultivate Wu Huihui!

She is Mrs. Wu'anhou. She has worked hard for more than ten years in Wu'anhou's house. The inner courtyard of Wu'anhou's house should be hers from the beginning to the end. Old lady Song never wants to deprive her of her butler's rights!

"Thank you mother for caring, your daughter-in-law didn't feel hard ..." Murong Rou said with a smile, a sharp flash of light flashed across her eyes.

"Unconsciously hard, then I just have something to discuss with you." Mrs. Song looked at her sideways, her eyes flashing with imperceptible ridicule: "No filial piety, no future is great, the days have passed. In the first year of his life, there was only one daughter, Qingyan, under his knees. This is not okay. Officials of his age in the DPRK and the central government have several sons-in-law and sons ... "

Murong Rou raised a very bad hunch in his heart, and said in a low voice: "What do you mean?"

Mrs. Song said with a smile: "Please ask some concubines for the day, wait for the concubine to have a son, you hold your knees ..."

"No!" Murong Rou didn't want to think about it, but refused sharply. The moment she spoke, she realized that she was wrong and wanted to take it back, which was too late.

Mrs. Song looked pale and looked at her coldly: "Why not?"

After being Mrs. Song for so many years, she was the first time she saw such a merciless refutation of her daughter-in-law. It was really lawless.

Murong Rou's eyes flashed, and he said lowly: "Because ... the son of the concubine's son, after all, is a son, not a serious sister-in-law ..."

"I want my grandchildren, but you have to be born too!" Mrs. Song glanced contemptuously at her lower abdomen: "Qingyan has been born for more than ten years now, and your belly has never been It is estimated that there will be no son-in-law, and he will cut off the incense completely if he does not ask the concubine or stay in heaven. No one will worship after his death! "

It was always the regret and worry in Murong Rou's heart that she hadn't been out of her daughter-in-law. Mrs. Song's sarcasm was so angry that she gritted her teeth bitterly and pressed her anger forcefully.

"No need to say more." Mrs. Song interrupted her with a wave of her hand, and looked at her faintly: "Earlier, Tian Wen asked you to be in harmony with you, not willing to accept the concubine, I can let him, but now, he As he got older, he could never do it again. In this concubine, he wanted to pay, he did n’t want to pay, and he also received. "

"You go back and think about my words, figured it out, and come to see me again!" Mrs. Song did not want to say more, and made a polite order without a favor!

Murong Rou moved his lips, but failed to say anything: "The daughter-in-law retreated!" She was blessed and walked out of Shou An Tang, walking slowly on Qingshi Road, feeling very upset: The old lady wanted to hold her grandson, and she also wanted a son-in-law But she didn't know what to do, just couldn't get pregnant.

Qingyan is a girl and ca n’t inherit the Wu’an Hou Mansion. If she asks the concubine to the sky, the future Wu’an Hou Mansion will be a concubine ’s child. She will rely on the concubine ’s child to live, but if she does n’t ask the concubine to the sky, Wu'an Hou Mansion will fall on Erfang ...

No, no, she is Mrs. Wu Anhou. In the future Wu’an Hou Mansion, she must be reserved for her biological son. It must not be cheaper for Erfang and concubine ...