The Wife is First

"There are really people who don't care about their mother's family. Hearing Mu Hanzhang's words, Jing Shao felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but laugh again.

Mu Hanzhang withdrew his hand, turned to look out the window and ignored him.

Jing Shao smiled, simply lay down on the wide carriage, and sighed: "I always do things without thinking. Jun Qing must remind me more in the future, otherwise I will lose my head sooner or later."

Mu Hanzhang was silent for a long time. Just when Jing Shao thought he wouldn't speak anymore, he heard him softly agree. So, Jing Shao squirmed like a big snake and moved to the person's side, stretched out his arms to wrap around the narrow waist, and pressed his face against it: "Jun Qing, tell me about the situation in the Hou Mansion. , I can cope with it."

The big head behind him made his back stiffen. Mu Hanzhang had no choice but to turn around and tear off the person who was attached to his body. Jing Shao then consciously let go of his hand and put his head on his lap.

"..." Looking down at the guy who looked like he was taking things for granted, Mu Hanzhang felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

There is a large population in the Hou Mansion. Mu Hanzhang's father is the current Marquis of Beiwei. Because the old lady is still alive, there is no separation of families. Several uncles also live in the Hou Mansion. They don't have many heirs in this house. Mrs. Beiwei Hou has a pair of children, and then there is him, the concubine. The other concubines have no heirs.

"Then your father is quite dedicated." Jing Shao looked up at him, just in time to see the beautiful lines of his chin and the delicate Adam's apple sliding up and down.

"Maybe..." Mu Hanzhang didn't want to say more about this topic, "The family has a complex population. If you are not willing to deal with it, just ignore it." In the past two days, he found that Jing Shao was very good at receiving people and treating people, especially these The powerful people are not good at beating around the bush, so they couldn't help but explain a few more words.

He is a prince, who can bully him? Jing Shao wanted to laugh at him for worrying, but his words turned into: "I know."

Not long after, the Marquis of Beiwei arrived. They straightened their clothes and walked out together. Mu Hanzhang broke free from Jing Shao's hand, but he couldn't compete with him and couldn't make any big moves, so he had to let him go.

"Your Majesty Mu Jin, together with everyone from the Marquis of Beiwei Mansion, would like to welcome the prince and princess!" Mu Jin, the Marquis of Beiwei, stood at the front and led everyone to kneel down and bow.

Originally it was the new brother-in-law's turn to visit his father-in-law and his mother-in-law, but if he was from the royal family, the in-laws' family would instead have to pay their respects to the new brother-in-law.

Mu Hanzhang looked at his uncle and brother kneeling in front of him, and couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Fortunately, Jing Shao kept holding his hand, as if telling him, "Don't be afraid, I will support you." In the past, he always thought about gaining fame so that these people could look up to him. Now it seems that this goal has been achieved in a strange way. At the very least, no one in the Beiwei Hou Mansion dares to bully him anymore. .

Feeling the man's hand slowly return, Jing Shao's eyes showed a smile, he asked everyone to stand up loudly, and then the Marquis of Beiwei led them into the house.

Most of Mu Jin's brothers were concubines and could not inherit the title, so standing next to him was his eldest son Mu Lingbao, who had requested the title of Crown Prince the year before last.

Mu Lingbao was fair and tender, maybe because he had just celebrated the New Year, and he looked a little put on. Mu Jin accompanied Jing Shao, and he walked next to Mu Hanzhang: "Second brother is going to the inner courtyard to have a banquet with his mother later. Are you sitting together or in the front yard with us?" His expression was his usual arrogant and mocking look.

"Brother, as the heir, should know these etiquette better than the younger brother." Mu Hanzhang did not look at him and walked forward slowly with an air of dignity.

Mu Lingbao looked at his attire and demeanor, and felt his teeth itch with hatred. He thought to himself: Did this kid fall into a lucky nest?

Mu Jin glared at his eldest son, smiled and said to Jing Shao: "It's still early, please go to the front hall to have tea with the prince and the ministers, let the princess go to meet his mother, and then come to the front hall for a banquet."

Jing Shao glanced at the person next to him, saw him nodding, and slowly let go of his hand: "You are still sick, don't be too tired.

"Yes." Mu Hanzhang responded, smiled softly at him, and followed Mu Lingbao to the backyard. Zhixi, Lanting and other maids and two young eunuchs also followed behind. The swing is quite spectacular.

A series of actions of the two people after they got off the car naturally fell into Mu Jin's eyes. He was quite surprised to find that Mu Hanzhang was not angry, but was very favored. While the Marquis of Beiwei breathed a sigh of relief, he felt more confident about finding business opportunities with the prince, and the smile on his face couldn't help but become brighter.

"Hey, look, our princess is back." The voice sounded like the talkative third aunt. Mu Hanzhang ignored it and walked straight to the main room and stood in front of the door.

"When the princess comes back, ladies and gentlemen, all you need to do is give her a half-curlour." Zhixi stood beside Mu Hanzhang and said to everyone in a dignified manner.

The aunts and cousins ​​in the room were all stunned for a moment before they realized that this person was already a genuine Princess Cheng, not the unloved bastard.

Mrs. Du Shi of the Marquis of Beiwei smiled, stood up from her seat, and led the ladies to salute: "Welcome the princess back home."

"Mom, please get up." Mu Hanzhang stepped forward to help his aunt and asked others to get up as well.

Mrs. Beiweihou was very satisfied with Mu Hanzhang's attitude. She took his hand and moved him to sit on the same level as her on the main seat. Mu Hanzhang looked around. Behind Mrs. Beiwei Hou stood the concubine room. Three of the four aunts were there, but his own mother was missing.

"Are you used to living in the palace?" Mrs. Du was not in a hurry to talk about his biological mother, but asked kindly what she should ask her aunt.

"Go back to mother, everything is fine," Mu Hanzhang was worried in his heart, but he couldn't ask directly. That would be disrespectful to his aunt, "Is mother in good health recently?"

Mrs. Du's health has not been good since she gave birth to her little daughter. She looks much thinner than the average woman, so even her smile is a bit sharp: "Thanks to your filial piety, I am quite strong. It's just that Aunt Qiu died the day before yesterday." I'm sick, and without her by my side, nothing I do will be cheap."

Mu Hanzhang's hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists, but his face didn't show it: "With mother's care, my aunt will definitely get better. The prince just asked his son to bring some snow ginseng back to give to mother and aunts. Replenish your body." As he said this, he motioned to the little eunuch behind him to bring up a box of snow ginseng.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Mrs. Beiwei Marquis, and she smiled and asked the maid to take over: "The Marquis has told you to go to the front hall for a banquet at noon. It's not interesting for you to stay with a group of us women. Take this opportunity to go see Aunt Qiu." Bar."

When Mu Hanzhang left with his servants, Mrs. Beiweihou's face immediately turned cold.

"Hey, this kid has strong wings and knows how to use the prince to threaten his sister-in-law." The third lady sneered and looked at the person on the throne flatteringly.

"Nothing can come out of this." Mrs. Du wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and stood up lazily, "Let's go, let's get ready for the banquet."

Jing Shao stood in Bei Weihou's study room with his hands behind his hands, quite interested in a painting on the wall. The long scroll occupies half of the wall, with nine weapons drawn on it, and a line of inscription on it: "...I think there are nine treasures... three knives, one is Lingbao, the second is Hanzhang, the third is quality; two daggers." ...name it because of its appearance, and to inscribe it."

"Your Majesty is also a lover of weapons, right?" Mu Jin said with a smile.

"The treasure belongs to its owner. If it is not yours, you can only reward it and cannot kill the enemy." Jing Shao turned around and looked at Bei Weihou with a half-smile.

"The prince is indeed a master," Mu Jin smiled and changed the subject without taking up Young Master Jing's words, "Hanzhang has not loved weapons since he was a child, and he is dull and clumsy. If he does something inappropriate, he will still Please, Your Majesty, please don’t argue with him.”

"Junqing is very good." Jing Shao said lightly, then turned to look at the paintings on the wall. The sword with a seal in the middle was as bright as red clouds, intersecting with the sword of quality. The inscription was on The horoscope "contains the quality of the chapter, the ice and the deep are clear".

Mu Jin couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw that he was so calm and relaxed, and even after entering the study room for a stick of incense, he was still doing Tai Chi with him unhurriedly, without asking a word about the purpose of bringing him here. It was rumored that King Cheng was irritable and had little patience, but now it seems that he is calm and unhurried, his eyes are as calm as a pool, and his whole body is filled with the chilling aura of killing and decisiveness. He does not look like a young man who is not as good as a weak crown.

Mu Hanzhang asked Zhixi to reward some broken silver, then dismissed the maid who was leading the way, and walked into Aunt Qiu's courtyard. The Marquis's Mansion is not as big as the Prince's Mansion. Everyone in one room lives in the same courtyard. The concubine's room can only be allocated to a small courtyard with two rooms. It is called a small courtyard, and the open space is just a gap between the other aunt's house. That’s all.

"Qiulan, is the second young master in the backyard?" A familiar voice came from the room, with a slight cough.

"Yes, I heard that I was talking to Madam." Qiulan came out with a pot of herbal tea to change the water, and happened to bump into Mu Hanzhang in front of the door. She couldn't help but exclaimed, "Second Young Master!"

Mu Hanzhang nodded, lifted the curtain and walked in. The situation in the house was not as bad as imagined. Aunt Qiu was leaning on the bedside, embroidering, and pricked her hands when she heard Qiulan's exclamation.

"Why are you still doing embroidery when you are sick?" Mu Hanzhang walked over quickly.

Aunt Qiu sucked the blood from her fingertips and looked at him with a smile: "It's just that you can't see the wind. It's okay to do embroidery. The second young master is safe in the palace..." As she spoke, she couldn't help but fall. Tears come.

"I'm fine. Don't worry, aunt. Your Majesty, he... treats me very well..." Mu Hanzhang pursed his lips and said slowly, taking the handkerchief in Aunt Qiu's hand and wiping her tears, "He matched it for me. He asked me to serve as a guard and allowed me to go out, but he never vented his anger on me."

"Really?" Aunt Qiu didn't believe it. King Cheng was famous for his bad temper.

"He is actually different from what everyone knows." Thinking of the two days together, Mu Hanzhang showed a smile on his face, "I'm really doing well, mother..."