"Yeah!" Su Nanxiang nodded, without changing his expression, and lied without his heart beating.
"Dongfangli here, thank you for saving my life..." Dongfangli said softly, Bai Yudiao's handsome face was so beautiful that people couldn't take his eyes off it, and his amber eyes were as clear and gorgeous as glass.
Dongfangli? Isn't he the Seventh Prince of Xiliang Kingdom? She actually 'saved' such a famous person...
A flash of ecstasy flashed in Su Nanxiang's eyes, and it disappeared in an instant. He smiled politely: "It's just a little effort, Mr. Dongfang, don't take it to heart!"
"Girl's little effort is a kindness to Li. If she doesn't dislike her, Li is willing to escort her back to her home as a token of gratitude!" Dongfang Li said in a low voice, with a strong sense of sincerity in his indifferent voice.
"This..." Su Nanxiang pondered reservedly for a moment, and said softly: "The little girl lives in the Imperial Master's Mansion in the capital, so please help Master Dongfang!"
"You're welcome, girl, please!" Dongfang Li made a gesture of asking, which was obviously an ordinary movement, but it was so elegant that it made people dizzy.
"Please, Mr. Dongfang!" Su Nanxiang's smiling Fufu body walked forward gracefully, with a scheming smile on the corner of his mouth: Dongfangli regards her as a lifesaver, and must be responsive to her every request. She must make good use of this opportunity. A second chance to get the most benefit...
Looking at Su Nanxiang's slender back gradually walking away, a trace of confusion appeared in Dongfangli's eyes, he deliberately lagged behind a few steps, and lowered his voice, "Huo Tong, is she really the one who saved me?"
When the woman who rescued him bandaged his wound, he was awake for a moment, but his whole body was weak and he couldn't move. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound. His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them. world.
In his hazy eyesight, he didn't see the woman's face 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: "This subordinate did not see her save the young master with his own eyes, but when the subordinate came here, she was indeed the only one here."
"I see!" Dongfang Li nodded, a hint of meaning flashed across his eyes.
"My lord, do you want your subordinates to investigate this matter?" Huo Tong asked in a low voice, his eyes were cold.
"No, the truth can't be fake, and the fake can't be true, don't worry too much for now!" Dongfang Li said softly, inscrutable.
When they first arrived in Qingyan Capital, they were unfamiliar with the place, and there was an assassin sent by someone to lurk in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate him, so he should not act rashly.
The emperor's teacher is the emperor's teacher, there must be many guards guarding inside and outside the mansion, the assassin would never dare to trespass, he first followed the girl's wishes, went to the emperor's mansion as a guest, and then made a long-term plan!
The bright sun shines warmly, the maids, mothers, and servants of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion come and go, performing their own duties, but the Anshou Hall where Mrs. Song lives is completely silent!
Mrs. Song sat on the grand teacher's chair, took a sip of tea slowly, glanced at the beautiful young woman sitting at the bottom, and said lightly: "It's good to come back. These days, you have suffered."
"Thank you for your concern, my daughter-in-law is fine!" Murong Rou smiled perfunctorily, picked up the tea in front of her, and took a sip.
She was in the prison, sleeping on damp withered grass every day, eating coarse dry food that was hard to swallow, and drinking thin soup that could make her figure shine. After twenty days, she lost a lot of weight, her complexion turned yellow, and her complexion It's also very bad. I applied a lot of expensive rouge and gouache, but it couldn't cover the haggard under her eyes.
Mrs. Song looked at her, frowned slightly, and said slowly: "You just returned to the mansion, so you should take good care of your health. For the time being, Hui Hui will take care of the affairs of Marquis Wu'an's mansion."
Don't talk so high-soundingly, the old woman just saw that she had been in prison and her reputation was ruined, and if she was asked to host Zhongfu, it would be ridiculed, so she was going to be kicked aside and cultivate Wu Huihui!
She is the wife of the Marquis of Wu'an. She has worked hard for the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion for more than ten years. The inner courtyard of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion should belong to her from the beginning to the end. The old lady Song can't deprive her of her housekeeping rights!
"Thank you for your concern, my daughter-in-law doesn't feel hard..." Murong Rou said with a smile, a sharpness flashed in her eyes.
"I don't think it's hard work, then I just have something to discuss with you." Mrs. Song squinted at her, with an imperceptible sneer in her eyes: "If you are not filial, it is great to have no descendants. The question of heaven is over." But in Li Zhinian, Qingyan is the only daughter under his knees. This is not acceptable. Officials of his age in the court have several legitimate sons and concubine sons..."
A very bad premonition rose in Murong Rou's heart, and she said in a low voice, "What does mother mean?"
Mrs. Song smiled and said: "For heaven's sake, let's take a few concubines. When the concubine gives birth to a son, you will take care of him..."
"No!" Murong Rou refused sharply without even thinking about it. The moment she said the words, she realized that she had said something wrong and wanted to take it back, but it was too late.
Mrs. Song's complexion was livid, and she looked at her coldly: "Why not?"
After being Mrs. Song for so many years, it was the first time she saw her daughter-in-law who dared to refute her so mercilessly.
Murong Rou's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice: "Because... a son born to a concubine is a concubine after all, so it's not as good as a serious son..."
"I really want a grandson, so you have to be able to give birth to it!" Mrs. Song cast a contemptuous glance at her lower abdomen: "It has been more than ten years since Qingyan was born, and your stomach has never If there is any movement, it is estimated that he will not be able to give birth to a son-in-law, and if he does not take a concubine to Tianwen and keep him, he will completely cut off the incense, and no one will worship him after his death!"
The regret and worry in Murongrou's heart had always been the fact that she was not born a son-in-law. Mrs. Song's open and indirect sarcasm made her grit her teeth angrily, and suppressed her anger: "Mother, calm down, I didn't mean that..."
"You don't need to say much." Mrs. Song interrupted her words with a wave of her hand, and looked at her lightly: "In the early years, Tianwen fell in love with you and refused to take a concubine. I can let him go, but now, he As he grows older, he must not be extinct, this concubine, he can accept it if he wants to, and he has to accept it if he doesn't want to."
"Go back and think about what I said carefully. When you have figured it out, come see me again!" Mrs. Song didn't want to say any more, and unceremoniously issued an order to evict the guest!
Murong Rou's lips moved, but she couldn't say anything: "Daughter-in-law is resigning!" She walked out of Shou'an Hall happily, and walked slowly on the Qingshi Road, feeling very depressed: the old woman wants to have a grandson, and she also wants a son-in-law , but she didn't know why, but she couldn't get pregnant.
Qingyan is a girl and cannot inherit the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion. If she takes a concubine for Tianwen, the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion in the future will be a concubine's son. The Marquis of Wu'an Mansion will fall to Erfang...
No, no, she is Mrs. Wu'anhou, the future Wu'anhou's mansion must be left to her own son, and the second wife and concubine must not give birth to children...