The country is the matchmaker!Princess Black Lotus is reborn as a poisonous concubine

Zhuo Lingchu raised his lips and smiled, "Who is the real 'fisherman'? Hehe, let's wait and see."

Seeing Zhuo Lingchu's faction taking control of the situation, Mu Yun knew that something bad was brewing in his stomach again.

Zhuo Lingchu's reputation as the 'God of War' is not only based on his bravery on the battlefield, but also on his full range of strategies.

While the evil-hearted Zhuo Lingchu was talking, he took away the melon seeds in Mu Yun's hand, causing Mu Yun to throw several daggers at him.

Mu Yun glared at him: Return it to me quickly.

Zhuo Lingchu pretended not to see it, "I have already brought this matter to Zhuo Taining's side. He is not the type to suffer the consequences of being dumb. Let's wait and see. The court will definitely be interesting these two days, so it is even more important for my husband." Let’s go into the palace and have a look.”

Mu Yun was angry. He put his hands on his hips and puffed out his cheeks and continued: "I remember last time, my husband said that there were two groups of people who assassinated the 'fake crown princess'. Who is the other group?"

"Jun'er, do you remember Xiao Ya?"

"Xiao Ya?" Mu Yun held her chin and thought again and again, and a weak figure suddenly appeared in her mind.

Mu Yun opened her eyes slightly, "Ah, I remembered. The female assassin Cheng Zhi sent to my princess's house was named Xiaoya. My husband is saying that she brought the other group? She didn't Imprisoned by the imperial court?"

Zhuo Lingchu nodded, "I didn't expect that there are still remnants of Cheng Zhi's gang members in this world. I didn't expect that she would even come to Xichang and even find the residence of the 'fake crown princess'."

Although Xiaoya was thin and small, her martial arts skills were definitely not something that could be found in a pool. Zuo Liang was seriously injured by her and ended up lying in bed for more than half a year.

Mu Yun couldn't help but be afraid, "How did your husband deal with her?"

Zhuo Lingchu raised his hand and pinched the back of Mu Yun's neck, helping her relax her tense muscles. "Don't be afraid, they have all been executed."

Mu Yun stood up in a hurry, her big belly almost knocking over the plates and bowls in front of her. Fortunately, Zhuo Lingchu stabilized herself in time, otherwise Qingyun Court would have spent several more fine jade porcelain bowls.

It wasn't that he felt sorry for Yin Zi, but he was afraid that the sound of broken porcelain would scare his Jun'er.

Mu Yun walked to the desk and sat down on the chair, "I want to write a letter to my father and ask him to check if there are any remnants of the Cheng Party in Dashuo. This matter should not be underestimated. .”

Zhuo Lingchu quickly found a soft cotton cushion and planned to stuff it under Mu Yun's butt, "Jun'er, the wooden chair is hard, you should get up first."

Mu Yun was deep in thought and did not hear Zhuo Lingchu's words. Zhuo Lingchu bent his knees and waist and whispered, "Jun'er, move your butt."

It is extremely humble to do such a lowly posture.

Who would have thought that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is so majestic in the outside world and the famous God of War of Xichang, would bend down because he was worried that there would be no soft cushion under his wife’s buttocks.

Mu Yun glanced at Zhuo Lingchu lightly and raised his buttocks slightly. Only then did Zhuo Lingchu have the opportunity to quickly and accurately spread the cushions on the chair. However, because he tried to spread the cushions evenly, he couldn't put them away. He closed his hand too slowly and accidentally touched Mu Yun's buttocks which fell heavily.

"Tsk..." Mu Yun rolled her eyes at Zhuo Lingchu to express her displeasure that he had touched her delicate butt.

Zhuo Lingchu quickly put on a smile and quickly put his index finger behind his back that was hurt by Mu Yun's sitting.

"Jun'er is writing a letter first. My husband has something to do and I want to discuss it with Chu Yi. I'll go find him first."

Mu Yun said "tsk" again, frowned slightly, and glanced at Zhuo Lingchu displeasedly, her face filled with dissatisfaction with him for frequently interrupting her writing letters.

Zhuo Lingchu smiled and walked out of the room backwards. The moment he turned around, his smiling face quickly fell and turned into a ferocious face with bared teeth. It was not because of anything else. It was because his index finger was so painful that he put his finger on it. He blew loudly on his lips several times.

Jun'er's body was indeed much heavier. In the past, when she was moving on the bed, he could hold her up with one hand without any effort at all. He could even lift her up with his waist easily.

Just now, his finger was almost broken by her.

It was not easy to conceive, and the once nimble body had become clumsy. Jun'er herself must have been sad too. How could he show a slight complaint in front of her?

His baby must be coaxed and provided for.

Zhuo Lingchu just told Mu Yun that he had something important to discuss with Chu Yi. This was not an excuse to sneak out. He really had something to talk to Chu Yi.

Hearing that Jun'er had arranged a new house for the first year of junior high school in Biezhuang, he happened to go over and take a look.

Walking outside the hospital, after Zhuo Lingchu opened the door, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He stopped and did not move forward.

Not because of anything, but in this courtyard, not only Chu Yi lives, but also his...well, I really don't know what to call it.

As soon as Zhuo Lingchu returned to the village this morning, he gave the first grade of junior high school a day off. When he was away, he had to protect the safety of the village on the first day of the new year, which made him feel more at ease.

How relieved he is shows how hard the first grade of junior high school is on weekdays.

The sound of Zhuo Lingchu's door opening just now still disturbed Chu Yi who was resting in the house.

He was wearing a belt on his hand. When he saw the person coming, his expression instantly became serious. He strode to Zhuo Lingchu and knelt down on one knee to salute, followed closely by Zuo Liang.

"Master, I am late, I hope you will forgive me."

Looking at the red marks on the backs of their necks, Zhuo Lingchu twitched the corners of his lips.

People who meet every day don't know how to exercise restraint. They show off their promiscuity during the day and don't observe etiquette. Humph.

It's not like him. He goes out for several days and can't have all the fun with Jun'er when he comes back. Who among the men in the world suffers as much as him? So it's understandable that he would play with Jun'er during the day. It's not like the first day of junior high school, huh.

He didn't hear Zhuo Lingchu's movement for the first half of the day, so he couldn't help but look up. He saw a gloomy face, and he quickly touched his head to the ground in shock, "Master, I don't know what wrong things my subordinate has done. , making the master dissatisfied?"

Zhuo Lingchu calmed down and realized that his thoughts had wandered a bit. He coughed lightly and said, "Everyone, get up. In the first year of junior high school, I have something to tell you."

Chu Yi quickly stood up and bowed to lead the way for his master. Zuo Liang lowered his head and said goodbye to Zhuo Lingchu, like a young daughter-in-law meeting an elder.

It was his turn to patrol in the next hour, and he couldn't delay.

Zhuo Lingchu can be said to be in love with Wujiwu, and Zuo Liang is not only in the first year of junior high school... but also loyal to Mu Yun. He has a good attitude towards Zuo Liang.

The study room in the first courtyard of the junior high school was very simple. Both he and Zuo Liang were martial arts practitioners, so the study room was of no use.

However, Zhuo Lingchu didn't mind it either. He closed the door and talked to him. When he opened the door, the sunset on the horizon had gradually faded, and night quickly enveloped the earth.

Zhuo Lingchu raised his eyes and looked at the sky. It was already so late. Jun'er's letter home should have been finished and he should be able to go back.

From the small courtyard in the first grade of junior high school to Qingyun Courtyard, you have to pass through the Wanchun Courtyard of Concubine Xiangui.

Zhuo Lingchu strode forward, extremely eager to see his Jun'er as soon as possible.

However, as he turned the corner of a corridor, someone suddenly ran into his arms.