The Ice Lord Prime Minister’s Black-Bellied Wife

"The owner of Murong is not your brother-in-law." Feng Ming said again.

Bai Xi froze, staring straight at Feng Ming, what did he say? He said that her mother and the owner of Murong were not righteous brothers and sisters? But the old man didn't say that, did he?

"Do you know about my mother?"

"do not know."

"Cheat, then how do you know that the owner of Murong is not my mother's brother?" If he didn't know, how would he know this?

"I really don't know about your mother, but someone knows."

"Who?"

"Murong Feng."

"Well? Murong?"

"That's ..." Not Murong's owner, who would this Murong Feng be? The big brother who is righteous with his mother? Or maybe ...

"You want to see him?"

Bai Xi nodded heavily.

"There will be this opportunity." Jin Mo lowered his eyes and looked at his pure black shoes.

"Then can you talk about this Murong family owner?"

As soon as Jin Mu closed, he no longer spoke against the car wall, apparently he didn't want to say anything. Bai Xi stood against him for a long while, and finally leaned against the car wall in a discouraged way, his eyes stared straight at the curtain, as if thinking something, the carriage suddenly calmed down.

The carriage slowly moved, and finally stopped in front of a mansion door.

"This is also yours?" The decoration of the entrance of this mansion is exactly the same as that of the Prime Minister ’s Mansion. Even the two stone statues in front of the door are exactly the same size, color, and posture. She suddenly has an illusion. It seems that this is the Prime Minister ’s Mansion in Beijing. Instead of Qingcheng.

"Yep."

"Don't you decorate all the other courtyards in your name exactly?" Bai Xi just asked casually, but did not expect that the answer was really what she thought.

"Except for the ancestral house of the Feng family." Then, Feng Ming walked in directly.

When Feng Ming just stepped into the threshold of the door, an old man suddenly appeared and shouted respectfully, "Master."

"Well." Feng Ming gave a faint response, didn't stop and walked forward.

Bai Xi took a close look at the old man, and with Feng Ming's indifferent and arrogant personality, he even dealt with this old man. That only shows that the old man has an unusual position in Feng Ming's heart, and this is also the first time she heard someone say He is not the master, Feng Gongzi, but the young master.

"Yue Gongzi." The old man smiled slightly at Bai Xi, and shouted respectfully.

Bai Xi froze, but soon understood that the old man must have received the news in advance, otherwise how would he know her Yuehua's identity?

"Uncle De, she is not a son-in-law, but Mrs. Feng." Feng Ming, who was walking in front of him, turned around and corrected the old man's title.

The old man was a little surprised, but soon smiled slightly, looking at Bai Xi's eyes also brightened a lot, "Yes, the slave knows."

"Hey, Fengming, I'm a man, not your wife Mrs. Feng." Bai Xi stepped forward and argued.

Feng Ming ignored Bai Xi and turned directly to the main house. Bai Xi was behind the theory. The old man behind them smiled and looked at the two figures that were gradually moving away. It seemed that the master had found what he wanted Someone to cherish.

The old man suddenly looked up into the air, muttering with a reassuring tone: master, master has found his other half, you should rest assured.

Entering the main house, Feng Ming took off his coat and wore only a white blouse. Even the hair was loosened by him and scattered on his shoulders, and then the shoes under his feet faded. Bai Xi walked into the house. I saw such a scene. This noble and elegant ice palace is completely different from the normal one. This one does not reduce his beauty at all, but it has a bit more chic taste.

"You ... are you hot?"

"Mrs. Feng, do you want to soak water with me?" Feng Ming had taken off his lining while he was talking, revealing his strong body, at this time he had only one pair of pants left in his body. .

"Oh ... no need." Bai Xi grinned and immediately turned away to escape the scene. Where did he dare continue to accompany him to drink water? As for those who just wanted to make a theory, she was swallowed in.

Jinmou looked at Bai Xi, who was a bit like fleeing the desert, and suddenly a smile arose from the corner of her mouth, then she had entered the dark room behind the screen.

After Bai Xi escaped, her cheeks were crimson leaning against the doorpost, and she shook her head and shook off the picture of the nosebleeds that appeared in her head. Then she patted her cheek again. He kept talking about forgetting.

"Madam."

Bai Xi shot a bullet and turned to look at the old man who suddenly appeared behind her.

"Mrs. Young, the slave has prepared the meals, and the lady can eat them first." The old man said respectfully.

"I'm not your young lady, you can just call my son-in-law directly."

"Master said you are, you are." The old man smiled kindly, giving a warm feeling.

"Do you think your young master will marry a man home?" Even after the last moon incident, Feng Ming knew her identity, even Qingwu never knew it. As for the name of Feng Ming, I was just curious about how the owner would suddenly ask him such questions, and did not guess the identity of Bai Xi's woman.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, she is still a man.

The old man didn't answer, just smiled slightly.

"That ... Uncle De, right." She remembered Feng Ming calling the old man like that.

"Mrs. Hui, the old slave is Han, and Zhongde is the steward of this mansion." The old man's face had no trace of lowliness, and some were only gentle and kind.

After looking at the main house, Bai Xi slowly opened his mouth and said, "I think I'm ready to eat."

"Madam, please."

Bai Xi nodded and followed the Han steward to the dining room aside.

"Uncle De, how many years have you been?"

"Ten years."

"What about the Murong family?"

"What does Madam want to know?"

"Information about the current owner of the Murong family." Feng Ming said that this person was not the one in her name, and the opposite of the old man. What's going on? And what kind of person is he?

"Mrs. Young can ask Master." Han steward said softly.

"Then Murong Feng, have you heard of Uncle De?"

Butler Han's face changed slightly. "He's dead."

"Eh? Dead?" But didn't Feng Ming just say that she would have a chance to see that Murong Feng? Why did this really die here? This……

Han butler nodded.

"This Murong Feng is also a member of the Murong family?" The same surname is Murong, that should be a member of the Murong family.