Chapter 102：

The nights of early April were colder than the day, and the candles swayed.

Jiang Ningbao sat in front of the bronze mirror, holding the beautiful woman reflected in the bronze mirror, picked up a peach comb and combed a black and waist hair.

Dad and mother came back safely, the smile on the corner of her mouth has not broken.

Suddenly, a long, upright figure appeared behind her, with a fresh after bath, took a peach comb from her hands, and gently combed Jiang Ningbao's soft hair.

"Ningbo, Xie Qigang said one thing, Princess Qin is ready, and the situation is very dangerous." Ding Guogong's big hand passed through Jiang Ningbao's hair and said quietly.

Jiang Ningbao looked back in surprise at Shang Dingguo ’s eyes: "Yang Shuqing shot?"

"Well, King Qin also knows and helped her sweep her tail." Ding Guogong put down the peach comb in his hand, and when Ning Bao was shocked, he suddenly held the person horizontally and strode toward the carved bed to walk her Put it on the bed, then go to bed and hug her.

Jiang Ning Bao Wo is in the firm and firm chest of Ding Guogong, the tip of his nose is full of male flavor.

"King Qin is crazy, Princess Qin is pregnant with his child, and the tiger is poisonous. He is indirectly murdering his own child." Her voice was a hint of excitement and anger.

Qin Wang, this scumbag!

Dingguo said indifferently: "The child should be born safely, but Princess Qin may be removed to the mother and the child."

Jiang Ningbao froze all over, and a chill suddenly burst into her heart. Princess Qin was able to conceive safely in October, and her wrist skills were still very high.

She did not believe that Princess Qin did not make perfect preparations during the production, but could not hold back two people who wanted her to die, one was the heroine and the other was King Qin, who was on her pillow.

Before Yang Shuqing's luck had been consumed, a small supporting role of Princess Qin would of course be gunned.

"Women have to pass the ghost gate when they have children. Not only do they have to be fully prepared, they also have to guard against others. It is not easy to be a woman."

Especially when the people around the pillow were unreliable, Jiang Ningbao couldn't help but sigh, the women of the ancient high-ranking families had a harder time giving birth than the modern women.

Various intrigues.

"If Yang Shuqing is pregnant, if Princess Qin is gone, then King Qin ’s heart will be towards Yang Shuqing. Who will reveal her then? Now I think, even if the truth is revealed, it is estimated that King Qin will not care, Qian Ronghuai is also his son-in-law. May also help Yang Shuqing conceal. "

Jiang Ningbao said that the frown was getting tighter.

"It's possible."

In the candlelight, the gloomy and handsome face of Ding Guogong was reflected, and he whispered, "Ningbo, Yang Fangfei is a bit weird. I once sent a guard to kill her. She can save herself every time. My guard was almost injured and exposed. "

The Ding Guogong didn't want to say this, but this Yang Shuqing is different. She has been secretly murdering Ningbao. Now that An Yuanhou has cut off her father-daughter relationship, it is a good time to start.

Who knew Sanfan missed twice.

"I went to Qingshui Temple in the afternoon. The monk said that Yang Fangfei had great luck. Although the current luck has been consumed a lot, she should not die."

"Be careful when you meet her in the future, she is not easy."

Ding Guogong's words couldn't hide the worry. Yang Fangfei's hatred of Ningbao was very big. This is a huge hidden danger, but it can't be eradicated now, but can only be prepared.

Jiang Ningbao was shocked. She didn't expect that when she didn't know, Ding Guogong had killed the heroine several times, but she didn't succeed, which is not difficult to understand.

Yang Shuqing is the heroine.

She is not a short-lived ghost. Her life is very hard. Yang Shuqing confronted her several times. She actually prevailed, so it was not easy for Yang Shuqing to deal with her.

"Grandpa, don't worry, my life can't be taken by anyone, neither can Yang Shuqing. Every time I meet her, I haven't suffered. I don't believe you to ask the monk." Jiang Ningbao's small hand clenched tightly The big hand of Dingguo looked up with a mysterious smile.

Dingguo's eyebrows moved. He recalled the intersection of Ningbao and Yang Fangfei. It was so true. A handsome face was rare to be surprised.

He felt relieved now.

He glanced at the hourglass in the room. It was too late, and Ding Guogong pressed the person directly under him ... It was fierce and lingering all night.

...

The next day, the sky was clear, the spring was bright, and a faint floral fragrance floated in the air.

Dingguo Gong sent Jiang Ningbao and two little guys to Jiangfu and went to the camp in the western suburbs. Now Dingguo Gong has handed over most of the government affairs to Emperor Qianyuan, which is much easier and more time-consuming than before.

The elder brother Jiang Jin is also going to the Hanlin Academy, and Jiang Nanhua and Yang's two main sons are left in the big **** house.

Jiang Ningbao brought the two little guys and a group of subordinates to guard them. The two were very happy. They did not have the opportunity to hug the two grandchildren yesterday. They must hug them today.

In the flowery courtyard, the soft sunlight sprinkled the entire courtyard. In the center of the courtyard, there were several low couches and square tables. There were tea snacks on the table. Jiang Ningbao placed two very festive little boys in the soft paved blanket. On the couch, the father and mother hugged each other cheerfully and teased them.

The little ones couldn't help laughing, crying from time to time, father and mother coaxed them distressed.

Jiang Ningbao looked at this scene with a smile, feeling warm.

At this time, the servants in the house hurriedly made an obituary: "Master, Madam, and Mrs. Jiang are here."

Jiang Ningbao smiled, and Mrs. Jiang came. She just heard her father and mother said yesterday that she had seen Mrs. Jiang personally. She came here today and asked for something.

Obviously, not only Jiang Ningbao thought so, Jiang Nanhua and Yang's looked at each other, but also felt that the old lady's intention was not easy. Jiang Nanhua glanced at her daughter, with a suspicion in her heart.

"Nanjing Bao, would you like to avoid it, your grandmother would probably make an excessive request later."

Jiang Ningbao shook his head: "No, I want to know where my grandmother came from."

There was a trace of worry under Yang's eyes, and she put the little one in her arms on the low couch, thinking of yesterday's unpleasant meeting, a look of eagerness.

Jiang Ningbao: "..."

Jiang Nanhua: "..."

Around a cup of tea, Mrs. Jiang came to the yard with the help of her daughter-in-law, and saw that there were four girls in the yard besides the second son and the couple, and there was a dark light in her eyes.

"Grandma, sit here."

"This is the newest spring tea this year. Drink it."

Jiang Ningbao stood up to greet Mrs. Jiang and poured tea in person. As a younger man, the etiquette was not bad at all. Jiang Nanhua and Yang nodded with satisfaction.

Their daughter is the best.

Mrs. Jiang gave a complicated look to the two little white fat guys on the soft couch, and then glanced at Yang Yang, who was displeased with her. She sat down and took a sip of the tea poured from her four girls. It's really good tea, she hasn't drank it for a while.

"Mother, why did you come here in person?" Jiang Nanhua still used to call Mrs. Jiang's mother. After all, she had called for a few decades and his aunt could not speak out.

"Nanhua, it's not good to say this in public. You first dismiss the men here." Madam Jiang glanced at the men and the nurses around her, fiddled with the beads.

Yang's heart tightened, Jiang Nanhua smiled secretly, and finally came. If he didn't guess wrong, his mother was afraid this time he really wanted something, and he waved to let the people in the yard leave.

Red apricot was also sent off by Mrs. Jiang.

Jiang Ningbao sat there with a smile on his lips, and took a sip of tea calmly. Mrs. Jiang's intention came to her, and she guessed a little, weighing her heart.

Only Mrs. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang Nanhua, and Mr. Jiang Ningbao were left in the entire courtyard.

The atmosphere was slightly frozen.

"Nanhua, at the beginning I took great risks to give you a clean background, and gave you a rich and peaceful life. Dongming really did not regret you, but he also killed you. Afterwards, I know that he shot you and Yang. I remained silent. "

Mrs. Jiang took a sip of tea and took a deep look at Jiang Nanhua. She didn't go directly into the subject, she said what she was doing, but she talked about the past.

"People are eccentric, you are my nephew, my sister's only bone and blood, but Dongming is my biological son, the only son, Changning Bofu is his, you originally made a great wealth of wealth for Bofu , I am grateful to you, but I will never let my own son die for your sake. "

Mrs. Jiang's words were very clear and cold.

She was indeed partial, and did not deny Jiang Nanhua's efforts, but her biological ones were always biological, and she was not bad for Jiang Nanhua either, and gave him a good background and good food.

Jiang Nanhua looked calmly and thanked him, "Thank the mother for her thanks, the mother's graciousness, and her son is memorable."

Yang pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jiang Ningbao sighed. To be honest, the Jiang family was actually very good to her father. She knew from an early age that the old lady did not like the second room, but only targeted her, her mother and her elder brother.

Without Mrs. Jiang, the father might not survive under the circumstances.

"But, because of you, my son's title is gone." Madam Jiang's voice suddenly became cold, and there was a deep grudge.

At that time, the old uncle spoiled his wife. In addition to raising her son, she also raised her sister's son. She did not want to recall the difficulties. The battle in the backyard was cruel, but the sister's son finally let her The son lost his title and lost his official status.

Even if her son kills the killer first, but the hereditary title is gone, the old lady still has resentment, she hates the Jiang Nanhua family, hates the dead Zhang, and hates herself.

"it is my fault!"

Jiang Nanhua did not justify or hate Mrs. Jiang's indignation. Without him, the elder brother would be the only sister-in-law of Changningbo, and the elder brother would not collude with the gangsters to murder him, and the title would not be deprived.

Mrs. Jiang's face slowed slightly, and she stared at Jiang Nanhua and Jiang Ningbao.

"The Ming people don't talk secretly, and I don't go in circles."

"Release your brother's case, deny his collusion with the gangster and murder, and restore your brother's title."