At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Now recalling the smell of the medicine, she felt a little nauseous...

Fortunately, the things given to me twice at the back of the Treasure Pavilion were pretty good.

Like a musical score, and like a scented ball that can hide all the smell on your body.

Suzaku agrees with the latter, but disagrees with the music score.

The combination of Yin Gong Qu and Yu Heng's Flute is simply the best of the best, putting others on the road to death!

The mother and daughter talked privately for a long time, and the moon outside the window was as bright as water.

In the palace city under the same moonlight, Reizhengden.

Ji Pingjun had entered Gong's room for the first time, but Chu Heng felt extremely distressed.

Let the imperial doctor check your pulse, prescribe medicine, and go to the small kitchen to boil the medicine.

"I just said that drinking something cold in this weather would cause diarrhea. Fortunately, I didn't let the little guy drink it."

Ji Pingjun rubbed his belly weakly and lay down on the imperial concubine's bed helplessly.

The maid wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said distressedly: "My queen just fell down at that time."

"Why drink it all? It's so painful right now!"

"Why don't you just go to the court room a few more times?" Ji Pingjun waved his hand.

"The little guy brewed it himself, so what does it matter if I just pour it down? Maybe he thinks I'm afraid of him poisoning it."

The maid murmured in her heart: Judging from the frequency of going to the palace, it's like being poisoned...

It's a good thing that Your Majesty doesn't care about your empress's appearance, otherwise, she might have felt so unlucky.

But she didn't dare to say it clearly, maybe because her mother-in-law didn't have any children.

I am always a little more tolerant towards the children of my ministers.

Not to mention, the young Marquis of Jiangling.

Compared to the time when my mother aborted the fetus, she was not much younger.

Some people have trouble sleeping all night, while others sleep with books as the stars change and the sun rises and the moon sets.

In the frosty morning, Xie Yuheng put on the woolen gown that Meng Wanning had knitted day and night.

Put on the official robe outside, not to mention how warm it will be.

After eating a steaming bowl of Yifu noodles, it was so hot that the tip of my nose started to sweat.

Opposite her sat Zheng Xiu and a small official from the Ministry of Household Affairs. Zheng Xiu, an old man, had a blushing face.

The look in Xie Yuheng's eyes was as bright as when his grandson was born. I really wish I could kiss them twice.

Zheng Xiu sighed: "Jianglinghou's family are all righteous people!"

He had also heard about the creation of woolen clothing by the mother of Marquis Jiangling.

It's a pity that my wife is old and her eyesight is not very good.

He could only hide in his study and knit quietly for a while after going to office every day.

By the time it's finished, I'm afraid winter has already arrived.

Sure enough, it was the beginning of winter.

Zheng Xiu's sweater was knitted quickly and slowly, and it was finished.

Busily carrying a light pink sweater, he went to his old wife to compliment her.

However, some people in the capital city are not limited to wool after learning the knitting skills.

Everyone comes up with unique ideas, using rabbit hair, camel hair, etc. to knit sweaters into new looks.

Every household praised the mother of Marquis Jiangling for being clever and not partial to selfish interests, and for being a great virtuous person.

As for the mother of Marquis Jiangling, she happened to be leaving Beijing today.

She wants to go back to Jingzhou to earn money for her family Hengheng. She will make a lot of money!

Furthermore, at the end of the year, it’s time to settle the accounts of Xiu Pavilion, and it’s time to give away the cotton-padded clothes from the north, so I’m busy!

Everyone works hard on the road, and they travel with the same wind even though they are thousands of miles apart.

Not only suitable for friends, but also for family ties.

Who has an ambitious son who never leaves his hometown? Well, if you are a local nobleman in Beijing, then it will be fine.

Our old Xie family really doesn’t have this condition.

The north wind roared mercilessly outside the city, causing people's hair to flutter and their ears to hurt.

Meng Wanning looked at Xie Yuheng standing in the cold wind and urged: "Get into the carriage quickly to avoid catching the cold."

"Xiu Mu is not in a hurry to return home today. I will watch my mother leave."

Xie Yuheng was blown away by the wind and could only squint his eyes slightly.

Meng Wanning felt even more distressed when she saw it. She quickly got into the carriage, opened the curtain and warned:

"Mom is leaving now, go back quickly, go back!"

Xie Yuheng was unmoved and instead told Rong Yi and Rong Er to protect Meng Wanning on the road.

Xie Zhuqing, who had just returned from Jiangling to Beijing, was greeted with a smile on his face.

The relationship between the head of the family and Aunt Meng is quite interesting.

Sometimes they look like mother and son, sometimes they seem to be reversed.

The owner of the house is young and has a lot to worry about all day long.

But thinking of the news he got from the Madam of Hualou, Xie Zhuqing's smile disappeared again.

It was a lie to run away, but it was true to unite with the thugs in the building and pay him a high price to redeem his life...

Everything is a trap, Ruan Xingyu's trap.

Now, he was alone again, but he didn't dare to say a word of emotion again.

Xie Yuheng in the car had also finished his instructions and watched Meng Wanning's motorcade leave for a long time.

Fang turned around and got into his carriage and headed home.

But Meng Wanning's carriage drove on the official road for half a day.

Suddenly, a carriage rolled over and blocked the narrow road.

After the escort inquired about the situation, he came back and asked for instructions: "Madam, that man's horse has a broken leg."

"Ask us, can we take a ride?"

Meng Wanning opened the car curtain and saw a man dressed as a scholar standing awkwardly by the road in the distance.

Meng Wanning lowered the car curtain and said decisively: "No, help him move to the side so that he doesn't block the road. If he doesn't want to, we can change the route."

The escort scratched his head, not quite understanding Mrs. Xie, who was always kind-hearted.

Why has your temper changed today and become so hard-hearted?

But whoever pays is the boss. When you go out, you should always be honest and listen to your employer in everything!

With some apology, the escort went to discuss with the man and help him move the carriage aside.

Xu Bo's lips twitched when he heard this. Who said that the mother of the Marquis of Jiangling was the most kind?

Sure enough, it’s all pretend!

"As you can see, my horse has injured its leg and cannot walk."

“In addition, there is no village in the front and no store in the back.”

"If no one comes along for the ride, I'm afraid I'll have to stay outside until dark."

"You also know the weather. You can't freeze to death if you sleep outside for one night."

It means, I won’t move. Who can take him for a ride!

The escort had no choice but to go back to discuss with Meng Wanning.

Xu Bowen looked innocent on his face, but in his heart he felt that he was probably a sure winner this time.

Going to Jingzhou, this is the nearest road. There can never be a detour...

Just as he was thinking this, the carriages over there all turned around and were really planning to take a detour.

Xu Boyen:? ? ?

I hurriedly chased after him, but it was a carriage, and it seemed as if there was a ghost chasing him from behind.

Ren Xu Bowen ate a mouthful of dust and looked at the leaving shadow of the convoy, dumbfounded.

Why is this woman, like her son, so arrogant and unreasonable?

In Meng Wanning's carriage, Rong Yi reported to her the strange behavior of Xu Boyen chasing the convoy.

Meng Wanning chuckled lightly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Her kindness is only due to the balance of her family.

Otherwise, do you expect her, a woman who lost her mother at the age of five or six and suffered a lot, to be kind to a strange man?

I don’t know which family’s idiot is not as good looking as her family Jiang, but they think they are quite beautiful.

I want to start with her and destroy her family's Hengheng business. Not to mention no doors, there are no windows either!