After hearing this, Mei Jingxue's face changed and she said timidly: "Brother Xinyuan, don't be angry. After we get married, I will definitely listen to you. As long as you like it, I will also accept concubines and concubines for you.

Room! As long as I am your princess, I will be satisfied!"

Chu Xinyuan's face turned darker.

Mei Jingxue boldly took a step forward to grab Chu Xinyuan's hand. She said: "Brother Xinyuan, my parents agreed that we should be together. For you, I don't care about anything. How can you marry Mu Qingyu?"

Despicable maid, why can't you marry me? I'm still your cousin!"

"roll!"

Mei Jingxue was hurt and said: "Brother Xinyuan..."

Before she finished her sentence, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her neck. Then, her vision went dark, and she fell softly beside the bed.

Chu Xinyuan didn't even look at him. He stood up and walked out. His eyes were deep and cold. How could he look like he was drunk?

When the Marquis of Chang'an personally sent a message inviting him to come to the palace, Chu Xinyuan felt that it was unusual.

Although the Marquis of Chang'an behaved in poetry, wine, and manners on weekdays, in the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to have nothing to do with the world and only tried his best to do his job well.

However, Chu Xinyuan was not an ordinary person. The Marquis of Chang'an got close to the fourth prince, and he did so in secret. From this point of view, he was not what he seemed on the surface.

Send a message to such a person?

However, remembering that Princess Zhen'an had indeed made him feel the only warmth in the dark palace, he did not refuse.

The Marquis of Chang'an took out the wine given by the emperor, and when the couple repeatedly urged him to drink it, he felt that there was something fishy in it.

And the eldest princess even talked about the old things with Jing Bin.

These old stories were trivial, but he still found loopholes in them. Later, the eldest princess actually said that there were relics from his mother's concubines, and the things she took out were indeed quite old.

Chu Xinyuan was not sure whether it was true or not, so he thought it might be so for now.

There is always a reason for what a person does. The Marquis of Chang'an and the eldest princess didn't say anything, they just reminisced about the past and missed the beginning with Concubine Jing.

At this time, he slowly straightened up from the shadow of the roof, his eyes becoming colder and colder in the night.

Very ironic, very funny!

The only warmth he thought he had when he was young turned out not to come from good intentions.

The kindness he had always remembered turned out to be just a joke!

Whatever!

He originally felt that such kindness should be remembered and repaid throughout his life. But since it was such a ridiculous and absurd reason, when she mentioned the mother-in-law, her tone was like that

How to tolerate contempt and disgust?

When he returned to Beijing, the heavy gift he sent was considered as repayment.

From now on, that’s it!

He is a person with a clear sense of grudges. As long as his family no longer messes around in front of him, he can let this matter go. But if he still wants to use some kindness or old things to plot against him, don't blame him for being heartless!

He stopped looking at this place, stopped listening to the voices in his ears, and left quietly.

Mu Qingyu felt like she was being spied on again in the past two days. It was different from the time when she went to Linzhou before, where the spying was secretive but not malicious.

And this kind of peeking is full of malice.

However, the other party's skills were weaker than those she forced back in the woods.

Mu Qingyu was not afraid of them dealing with her, but these days, she felt a little uneasy.

Because this uneasiness made her feel uneasy, she prepared some gifts, cooked two dishes with her own hands, and went to the Weiwu Hou Mansion.

The no longer dilapidated Mighty Marquis Mansion became a bit more solemn and profound. However, at this moment, the door opened and an old servant fell at the door.

Mu Qingyu's eyes narrowed.

Could it be that that bastard Mu Yong is here again?

She hurried over, and when the old servant saw her, a strong hope burst out in his eyes: "Miss, save, save the master..."

Mu Qingyu stood up suddenly, and her whole aura changed.

She put the food box and gift bag in her hand by the door and walked into the courtyard.

There are not many people in Weiwuhou Mansion, and together with the nursing staff hired by Mu Qingyu, there are only a dozen people in total.

Pei Ji had experienced the most miserable days and the most humiliating times, and his demands were not high. After Mu Qingyu made a pair of wooden legs for him, he was like a dead tree that has seen spring.

Although he can't move as fast as a dragon or a tiger, he has gotten much better both in terms of momentum and spirit.

Moreover, when he took over Mu Qingyu's arrival, he was taking care of Pei Yi's dowry, and he handled it in an orderly manner. In addition, Mu Qingyu personally prescribed the medicinal diet, and asked the kitchen to follow it every day, which almost took care of his health.

Except that he often felt a little dazed when he was alone, probably because he missed his children, he seemed to be a completely different person than before.

Therefore, Mu Qingyu became more and more relieved about him.

I went to Linzhou for a few days this time, and when I came back to deal with things, I didn't go there as soon as possible. I didn't expect that something would happen in just a few days?

In the hall, tables and chairs were overturned. Seven or eight men, old and young, were sitting or standing. Some were sneering, some were talking, and some had contemptuous eyes...

The two old servants were tied and thrown aside, with cloth balls stuffed in their mouths.

Pei Ji sat on the ground.

His wooden legs had been forcibly removed and thrown aside, one facing east and the other facing west.

Sitting on the main seat was a man in his fifties, with a thin face and no flesh. He was looking at Pei Ji, who was sitting on the ground in a very embarrassed state, and said: "How about it? Have you thought carefully about it? Qiang'er is adopted by you. That's just for your consideration."

For the sake of being of the same clan and clan, you are taking advantage of this, and he will support you until you die. When you die, he will kowtow to you and break the basin."

Pei Ji's face was full of anger. This group of people was none other than the so-called tribesmen who when Mu Mingyuan targeted the Weiwu Hou Mansion, they were afraid of being implicated, so they took away the people in the manor and fled.

The mighty marquis has ancestral precepts, and the direct descendants will inherit the family business and live in the marquis mansion. All the concubines must return to their hometown of Liangzhou and become rich men in Liangzhou.

Marquis Weiwu's branch has always been thin, so when Pei Ji's great-grandfather Pei Ji did not let the two concubine brothers go back to Liangzhou, one was to take care of the affairs of the house, and the other was to make the Marquis' house more prosperous.

After all, they are from the same clan and the same father, so it is okay to support them.

At first, these two common brothers took their families to live in Weiwuhou Mansion, and they were also grateful.

At that time, Pei Ji's great-great-grandfather was the Marquis of Weiwu. He served as an envoy in the court and acted with dignity and prestige. The Pei family was also rich and noble!

But when it came to their grandson, their thoughts changed. They felt that since they were also of the Pei family's blood, and the descendants of the Pei family were sons of the same father, why should the direct line always be orthodox, while the concubine line was only

Can you take orders from others?

The man sitting on the main seat was the same generation as Pei Ji.
Chapter completed!