Chapter 8： Houfu

"Someone really didn't go to the maiden's house." Hearing the words of the chapter, Jing Hao only felt warm in his heart, could not help but open his mouth and laugh.

Mu Hanzhang took his hand back and turned to look out the window and ignore him.

Jing Xiao smiled and simply lay down on the wide carriage and sighed: "I have always thought about doing things. I must remind me more after Junqing, otherwise my head will lose it to myself sooner or later."

Mu Hanzhang was silent for a long while, and when Jing Jing thought he would not speak again, he heard him whisper. Then, Jing Hao squirmed like a big snake and moved to the side of the family. He stretched his arms around the narrow waist and put his face on it. "Jun Qing, tell me about the situation of Houfu." I also have a response."

The back of his head was stiff and straight, and Mu Hanzhang had to turn around to tear off the person who was attached to him. Jing Hao consciously let go of his hand and put his head on the legs.

"..." Looking down at the guy who should be a good face, Mu Hanzhang only felt that there was a deep sense of powerlessness.

Houfu has a large population, and the father of Mu Hanzhang is the current Beiweihou. Because the old lady is still alive, there is no separation. Several uncles also live in Houfu. There are not many houses in this house. Mrs. North Weihou has a pair of children, and then he is the nephew. The other chambers have no children.

"Then you are downright is very special." Jing Yan looked up at him, just to see the beautiful lines of the chin and the delicate throat that slides up and down.

"Maybe..." I don't want to say more about this topic. "The population of the family is complicated. If you are not willing to deal with it, just ignore it." These two days, he found that Jing Hao was picking up things, especially these. The powers of the dignitaries are not good at it, and they can't help but confess two sentences.

I am a prince, who can still bully? Jing Hao wanted to laugh at him, but when he said it, he said, "I know."

It was not long before the North Weihou government arrived, and the two men sorted out their clothes and took them out. Mu Hanzhang earned a hand that was made by Jing Jing, but he could not compete with him, and he could not have a big move. He had to be by him.

"Chen Mu Jin, with the people of the North Weihou government, welcome Wang Ye Wang!" North Wei Hou Mu Jin stood in front of the front, with everyone bowed down to worship.

This back door is the new aunt who meets the father-in-law, but if it is a royal family, the Yue family will come to see the new grandfather.

Mu Hanzhang looked at the uncle brother who was kneeling in front of him. He couldn’t tell what it was like. Fortunately, Jing Hao always held his hand, as if telling him "Don’t be afraid, I will support you." I used to think about taking the fame, so that these people can look at him high. Now it seems that this goal has been achieved in a strange way. At the very least, no one in North Weihou now dares to bully him. It is.

Feeling that the man slowly returned, Jing Xiao’s eyes showed a smile, and the voice made everyone get up, and then Beiweihou led them into the house.

The brothers of Mu Jin are mostly smashed out, and they cannot inherit the title. Therefore, he is surrounded by his eldest son, Muring Bao, who has already requested the seal of the world.

Mu Lingbao grows white and tender, may be just after the end of the year, it seems a bit blessed, Mu Jin accompanied Jing Yu, he walked around Mu Hanzhang: "Second brother for a while to go to the inner court and mother Sitting with us in the front yard?" The look is always a mockery.

"Brothers are the world's children, these etiquettes should be more clear than the younger brother." Mu Hanzhang did not look at him, holding the shelf and walking forward slowly.

Mu Lingbao saw his wearing and temperament, only hating his teeth and itching his heart. Was this little boy beaten and fell into Fuwo?

Mu Jin took a look at his eldest son and smiled at the scene: "It is still early, please go to the front hall with Wang and Wei Chen to use tea, let Wang Xi to see his mother, then come to the front hall to open."

Jing Yan looked at the people around him and saw his dagger. He slowly let go of the hand he held: "You are still sick, don't be too tired."

"Yes." Mu Hanzhang responded with a sigh of relief, and smiled at him gently. He followed Mu Lingbao to the backyard. He and Lanting and several other eunuchs followed the two eunuchs. The swing is spectacular.

The two of them fell into the eyes of Mu Jin after they got off the bus. It was quite surprising to find that Mu Hanzhang was not angered, but he was very favored. At the same time, Beiwei Hou breathed a sigh of relief, and he was more sure about relying on Wang Ye to find a business path. The smile on his face could not help but be more brilliant.

"Oh, hey, our Wang Hao is back." The voice was the three mouthfuls of the mouth, and Mu Hanzhang ignored it. He went straight to the main house and stood in front of the door.

"Wang Hao returned to the door, ladies and gentlemen can do half a gift." Yan stood on the side of Mu Hanzhang, quite proud to say to everyone.

The niece and the cousins ​​in the house are all a glimpse, only to reflect that this person is already a king of the prince, not the scorpion.

Mrs. North's wife, Du Shi, smiled and stood up from the main position, carrying a daughter-in-law to the body: "Welcome to Wang Hao to return to the door."

"Mother please." Mu Hanzhang stepped forward to help the aunt, so that other people also got up.

For the attitude of Mu Hanzhang, Mrs. Bei Weihou was very satisfied, and he took his hand and let him sit on the seat with himself. Mu Hanzhang looked around in a circle, and Mrs. North Weihou stood behind the chamber, and there were three of the four mothers, but only his mother.

"How can I get used to it in the palace?" Du's was not in a hurry to say what happened to his mother. He kindly asked the aunt's question.

"Back to my mother, everything is fine," Mu Hanzhang worried in his heart, but he couldn't directly ask it. It was disrespectful to the aunt. "Mother can be healthy in the near future?"

After Du’s birth to a little daughter, the body has not been very good. It looks much thinner than the average woman, so even if it is a smile, it is a bit sharp: “If you have filial piety, my body is very tough, but Qiu Yuniang’s day before. I am ill, she is not around, and I am not cheap."

Mu Hanzhang’s handcuffs hidden in the sleeves became fists, but the face was not obvious: “With the mother’s care, my mother will definitely get better. Wang Ye just let his son bring some snow ginseng back, to the mother and the niece. Make up the body." Saying, the little **** behind him gestured a box of snow ginseng.

Mrs. Bei Weihou flashed a cold light in his eyes, and smiled and let the ring pick up: "Hou Ye confessed that you will go to the front hall to go to the banquet in the afternoon, we are a group of women, you are not interested, let’s go see Qiu Yu Niang Let's go."

Waiting for Mu Hanzhang to leave with the next person, Mrs. North Weihou's face immediately cooled down.

"Oh, this kid's wings are hard, knowing to threaten the scorpion with the prince." The three ladies sneered and said, please look at the person in the Lord.

"There is nothing to tweeting." Du's took a slap in the mouth and lazily stood up. "Let's go, let's get ready to open."

Jing Hao was standing in the study room of North Weihou and was interested in a painting on the wall. The long scroll occupies half of the wall, and the nine warriors are drawn on it. The words on the top line are: "...I think the treasure is nine...the knife three, the one Lingbao, the second one contains the chapter, the three 曰 quality; the first two ... because of the name of the name, to Mingqi."

"Wang Ye is also a person who loves weapons?" Mu Jin smiled.

"The treasure recognizes the Lord, not his own, they can only enjoy the game, can not kill the enemy." Jing Hao turned around, like a smile and looked at North Weihou.

"Wang Ye is really a master," Mu Jin smiled. He didn't pick up the words of Jing Shao, and opened the topic. "With the chapter, I don't love the blade, but I don't like it. If it is not done properly, Please Wang Ye do not care about him."

"Junqing is very good." Jing Yu said a faint sentence, turned to look at the painting on the wall, the middle of the chapter containing the knife, radiant, Yan Ruo Danxia, ​​and the quality of the knife crossed and put on the topic The eight characters "including the quality of the chapter, the ice is clear and clear."

Mu Jin saw him so calm, and entered the study room with a fragrant time. He still played Tai Chi with him without hesitation. He did not ask the intention to bring him here. He could not help but be anxious. It is rumored that the king is violent and irritated, and there is little patience. But now it seems that this person is calm and calm, his eyes are calm and calm, and he is full of the murderous temper of killing and cutting. It is not like a teenager who is not a weak champion.

Mu Hanzhang let the rewards of some broken silver, then he retired the ring that led the way, and he walked into the small courtyard of Qiu Yuniang. Houfu is not as big as Wangfu. The people in one room live in a yard. The diverticulum can only be divided into two small rooms. It is a small courtyard. The open space is only a gap between another house. It’s gone.

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

"Yes, I heard that I was talking to my wife." Qiulan took a pot of herbal tea and changed it. It just happened to hit Mu Hanzhang in front of the door, and could not help but exclaim. "Two young masters!"

Mu Hanzhang nodded and the curtain went in. The situation inside the house was not as bad as imagined. Qiu Yuniang leaned on the bed and embroidered, and heard Qiu Lan’s exclamation sounded.

"How do you still embroider when you are sick?" Mu Hanzhang walked quickly.

Qiu Yuniang sucked up the blood of her fingertips and watched him laugh. "Just can't see the wind, embroidering can be a matter of course, the second young master can be safe in the palace..." he said but couldn't help but fall. Tears come.

"I am very good, I want to worry about my mother, Wang Ye, he... I am very good..." Mu Hanzhang said slowly, and took the puppet in the hands of Qiu Yuniang to wipe her tears. "He gave me the match." The little guards, let me go out, and never angered me."

"Really?" Qiu Yuniang did not believe that the temper was not good, but she was notorious.

"He, in fact, is not the same as everyone knows," remembering the two days of getting along, Mu Hanzhang showed a smile on his face. "I really lived very well, mother..."