The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

"People are no longer in the capital, what else do you want to say about her doing?" Seeing that Ai Shi has said things about it, the old lady once again asked her eldest daughter-in-law to shut up, which is actually not worth talking to Jiang Mingyue.

The girl Butterfly has nothing to do with Jiang Mingyue since she married Jiang Mingyue, and it will be impossible to have anything to do in the future. Jiang Mingyue doesn't care about Butterfly's birth, old age, sickness and death. What does she want to know about this?

Zhao Lingyun didn't say anything at all. He couldn't get involved with this lawsuit. He didn't even know what this maid named Butterfly looked like. What would he want to get involved with? Moreover, his Jiang Yan lobby brother, how honest, this maid even counts such an honest person, it can be seen that this maid is not a good person.

Zhao Lingyun looked at Jiang Mingyue and felt that with his wife's ability, it was absolutely impossible to be calculated by this butterfly. With this thought, Zhao Lingyun calmed down.

Jiang Yan followed Chunliu at this time. After standing at the door and hearing what his mother said, Jiang Yan made a big red face and waved his hands and said, "I didn't enter the house, I, I didn't do anything."

The old lady sighed and said to Jiang Daniu and Ai Shi: "We Yan brother, we should stay in Jiangjia Village and be safe and peaceful for the rest of our life."

Her grandson is suitable for farming for a lifetime, and she is more peaceful than anything else. Waiting on the field is much better than the human heart. As long as you take care of it with all your heart and are not afraid of suffering, the field will give you the greatest gift.

"Unless God wants to toss you," the old lady sighed again: "Make a natural disaster and man-made calamity, otherwise, if you distract you, you will be distracted."

Zhao Lingyun looked at the old lady and smiled, and said, "Milk is right. In the future, Mingyue and I will also find a plot of land to plant."

The old lady didn't speak, fearing that she would have to curse if she opened her mouth. Are you two still farming? Don't toss about it!

"Chun Liu," the old lady called Chun Liu, "Let the kitchen prepare meals."

Chunliu promised "Hey" and ran to the kitchen again.

Zhao Lingyun: "My father may be back in a while."

Old lady: "Don't care about him."

Zhao Lingyun: "Hey, listen to the milk."

Anyway, his old husband can't be hungry, just don't care, just don't know, Wang Shu, this old thing, this time can go to the west.

Jiang Mingyue wanted to go to Tushan Palace by herself, but at this moment the old lady stared at her nicely, and she couldn't leave.

When a table of steaming food in Anyuanhou's Mansion was on the table, in the study of Zhao Lingxiao of Tushan Mansion, an old monk who had been stripped of his monk's clothes fell to the ground. The old monk bleeds from seven holes. The last expression was astonishment. Obviously, before the old monk was poisoned to death, he did not expect that he would be killed.

Zhao Lingxiao was sitting next to the old monk's corpse. The door of the study was knocked three times outside. Zhao Lingxiao said, "Come in."

Mr. Wang Shu, who had shaved his hair and beard and put on the old monk's gray robe, opened the study door and walked in.

Zhao Lingxiao looked at Mr. Wangshu, who looked like a monk, and after a while, he said, "Mr. will leave immediately. The hawkers who enter the city will leave the city and return home. The city gate is very crowded, so it is convenient for the husband to mix with you. Go out of town."

When there are too many people, the soldiers guarding the city will have to hurry when checking people. In this way, they will not be as careful as when they were young.

Putting the old monk’s dish in front of Mr. Wangshu, Zhao Lingxiao said: “This monk is called Cheng Ji, a monk from the travel side, so I asked him to come into the mansion to give lectures, and the husband will use his identity to leave the mansion. People doubt it."

Mr. Wang Shu took the Buddhist monk Cheng Ji's saucer in his hand.

Zhao Lingxiao: "Cheng Ji has always been alone, so I can't send someone to follow my husband back to Tushan. On the way from Beijing to Tushan, my husband is afraid that he will suffer a little bit."

Mr. Wangshu has followed him for many years, and he has always been served by others. Now he has to rely on himself for everything. Zhao Lingxiao looked at Mr. Wangshu's gaze with concern and said, "Mr. Wanwang, take care."

Mr. Wang Shu said: "Why did the world do this?"

The entrance examination room failed. Once the person sent to deliver the letter did not return, Mr. Wang Shu expected Emperor Dongsheng to find Zhao Lingxiao's head. He, the one who contributed the most, should have no escape. Mr. Wang Shu was about to die, but Zhao Lingxiao did not expect him to design a way to get out.

Zhao Lingxiao smiled, and there was a sense of exhaustion in his smile. Shi Ziye said: "I often do murders and kills. Mr. Li said, after the exam room failed, I thought about killing."

Mr. Wang Shu looked at Zhao Lingxiao quietly.

Zhao Lingxiao: "But again, I thought that the person who was going to be killed by me was my husband, so I told myself that I can't do this. My husband is a teacher and a friend of mine, and my husband has used all his energy to help me become prosperous. How can you not do anything for your husband?"

Mr. Wangshu bowed his hand to Zhao Lingxiao.

Zhao Lingxiao got up and sent Mr. Wangshu out of the study, and whispered: "On the Tushan side, I have been worried that something will happen. After my husband returns, he can also stare at the mother and son of Xiang and Zhao Lingyao for me."

Mr. Wang Shu said: "I see, do you want me to take the concubine with him?"

When Zhao Lingxiao walked to the entrance of the study, he whispered to Mr. Wang Shu: "Mr. told her that husband and wife are one body. I am not good, so how can she be good?"

Such blunt words came out of Zhao Lingxiao's mouth, making Mr. Wang Shu not used to it, "The son?"

Zhao Lingxiao shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "I'm afraid she is not in the mood to listen to too long words, so my husband will just talk to her."

Mr. Wang Shu nodded, took a step to go, but stopped again, and asked Zhao Lingxiao, "What about the princess?"

Knowing that you have a bad relationship with the prince, you have nothing to say to the prince, this is normal, but how about the prince? You have nothing to say?

Zhao Lingxiao still smiled bitterly, and said, "What can she understand now, mother concubine?"

What can a person with a broken brain say to her that she can understand?

"Mr. Leave as soon as possible," Zhao Lingxiao urged Mr. Wangshu to leave, "so as not to have many dreams at night."

Mr. Wang Shu: "Then after I leave, you son?"

Zhao Lingxiao: "I will still find a way to leave Beijing. I can't do other things now. My husband doesn't have to worry about me. The youngest sons of the clan have already entered the palace. Soon the Lord will not just stare at me. "

Mr. Wangshu walked out of the study door.

The husband stood outside the study room, and Zhao Lingxiao stood in the study room. Mr. Wangshu saluted Zhao Lingxiao first, and Zhao Lingxiao bowed slightly, before he greeted Mr. Wangshu in return.

Mr. Wang Shu dressed in a monk's robe and left through a side door of Tushan Palace. The forbidden army guarding the palace, watching this monk walking away step by step, quickly mixed with the pedestrians on the street and disappeared.

In the imperial palace, Jiang Ruqiu was saying to Emperor Dongsheng: "This man is a master, not an extraordinary character, but since he wants to kill, let him go as soon as possible. He has long legs, what should he do if he runs away? ?"