Chapter 13： Salt lead

The next day, Mu Hanzhang woke up in Jingwei's arms. The warm breath was sprayed between the necks. A slender leg rested on himself and pressed a leg a little numb.

Unwell to move, the person holding him slowly woke up, sighed with a sigh of relief: "Jun Qing ..." stumbled call, with a lazy nose.

"Well, it's time to get up." Mu Hanzhang moved again. Not only did he not hold his hands, but he held him in his arms.

"You don't have to go to the DPRK, what anxious." Jing Hao buried his face in the arms of the person.

"Isn't Wang Ye’s appointment with Li Daren today?” Mu Hanzhang wanted to say that he had come to the hospital after eating breakfast, but what if he saw that they were still in bed.

Jing Hao was unwilling to grind for a while before he got up. After the first World War I started to fight for three times, he basically had no chance to relax and sleep. In the prison, there was no such condition. Only the cold bluestone and the filthy Dirty hay. Therefore, he found that he is now more and more paranoid about warm and clean things.

Looking at the elegant cover of Mu Hanzhang, today's white shirt, so that his whole person does not look fine. Jingyi’s one-handed head, lying on the bed and looking at the sun on the skylight, shines on the person who is like a fairy. He thinks that this person is probably the warmest and cleanest existence in this world!

It’s about noon with Li Yanqing, so I didn’t rush out when I had breakfast. I sat on the bed of Luohan and accompanied my wife to drink tea.

"Mrs. and the two mothers came to ask Ann."

After Mu Hanzhang’s dagger, Song Lingxin and two of them walked in and gave Wang Hao a courtesy. Seeing Jing Hao is also, naturally give him a gift.

When Yu Ji was a little slower than others when she got up, it seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and the body fell forward.

Mu Hanzhang subconsciously reached out to pick up, but unexpectedly Jing Jing reacted faster, picked her up and joked, she fell to the arms of Jun Qing!

"Wang Ye..." Yu Ji raised a pair of Yingying Qiushui and looked at Jingjing. "I am sick and I am facing you."

Mu Hanzhang’s hand stretched out a corner and took a sip from the cup on the table, as if he had not seen anything.

Jing Yan frowned, apparently did not see the meaning of the autumn water in the beautiful eyes, the fall of Yu Ji reminded him of the previous world, she seems to fall into the arms of her own in the garden, and then she It was discovered that she was very polite, and she was very fond of it for a while. As a result, when the palace was in trouble, the woman disappeared mysteriously. Now I want to come, she was sent by the great emperor, then, the crimes of that year must have her credit.

Yu Ji sees that Wang Ye has been staring at himself. He can't help but feel happy in his heart. The face is still a weak wind. Seeing Song Lingxin secretly biting his teeth, this fox Meizi!

Lee looked at the situation and turned his eyes. He stood back and did not speak.

"Wang Hao, the thing that was mentioned yesterday..." Song Ling took a step forward and broke the strange atmosphere in the house.

"I have already handed it to Duofu," Mu Hanzhang squinted, blowing the tea foam on the surface and sipping a hot tea. "I discussed it with the prince. You are still in charge of this month, the second month of next month." Just give me the books in your hand."

The smile on Song Ling’s heart suddenly became stiff, and he turned to look at Jingjing. Jingjing just turned to look at Mu Hanzhang: “Would you be busy next month?”

"There are so many things, if Wang Hao is going to take over next month, I am afraid that I have to stay busy for a long time." Seeing Jingjing interrupted, Song’s eyes ignited hope again, and he followed suit.

"Since I am busy than now, I have nothing to do with it." Mu Hanzhang said to Jing Hao.

"That is nothing to do this month, I will take you out for a few days." Jing Yan frowned, not much to say in the presence of the diverticulum.

Song Lingxin’s smile became more rigid, his face was a little blue, and he with two diverticulas retired. When I got out of the door, I slammed the slap in my hand. The two squints looked at each other. Li went up and said: "I have been thinking about the tea I used to drink at my sister the day before."

Song Lingxin glanced at them. I used to think that these two women were blind. Now they have come to the enemy. These two must first win their own side. So, I was polite and asked the two to go to the small flower hall for tea.

"A man, mixed with what is inside the house, does not feel the face of the scholar!" In the small flower hall, Song Lingxin put the cup on the table.

"He is now being favored, and his sister is afraid that he can't compete with him." Yu Ji glared at a pair of fox eyes, and the style of the genius was far from the previous faintness.

"But I heard that the two days of Wang Ye stayed in Dongyuan but nothing was done," Li smiled. "The next day, he fell ill, and I heard that it was not hurt. And, snuggle In appearance, there is an agreement between him and the prince."

"How do you say this?" Song Lingxin came down with the spirit. Li’s relationship with those who are in the ring is good, and the people in Wang’s house will also send her a message.

"I heard that when I was taking medicine on that day, Wang Hao and Wang Ye had a quarrel in the house and said something to rest." Li said with confidence that he had heard the news.

"If you say this, Wang Ye is going to find a suitable opportunity to take a break from him?" Yu Ji added a piece of firewood at the right time.

"Oh, if this is the case, once he is in the middle of giving, he has to find a reason to take him off." Song Ling’s face reappeared with a smile, then this month, she will make good use of it, leaving Wang Hao with a " The perfect booth!

The prince, who was remembered by a group of sages, is sticking to his family's Wang Hao to see people painting.

"Why did Wang Ye go out to practice martial arts yesterday?" Mu Hanzhang saw him looking at himself and looking for a topic to talk to him.

"Looking for someone to fight," Jing Hao was on the table, very curious about his dexterous nib. "What are you painting?"

"Birthday," the wolf between the fingers swayed on the rice paper. "Next month is my father's birthday."

"The last time I didn't let him go to the salt guide, I asked him to go to the northwest to sell horses." Jing Hao remembered the last time he went back to the door and told him.

"Small horses?" Mu Hanzhang's pen tip, Nanshan stone will have a black dot, busy adding a few strokes into moss.

"Well," some things can't be said now. Jing Hao didn't plan to explain more. He got up and picked up a pen. "When you want to draw a birthday picture, you have to do something. I will paint one for you."

Mu Hanzhang laid him a piece of paper to see what he wanted to paint. I saw the sigh of relief, and a few strokes, an ugly turtle jumped on the paper.

"This..." Mu Hanzhang's mouth was pumped. "Is this a birthday?"

"The Millennium King is 80,000 years old. Isn't this a birthday plan?"

"噗~" Although he was disrespectful to his father, Mu Hanzhang couldn’t help but laugh out. "When Wang Ye gave this picture to his father, he was afraid to give people a joke."

"Then send it to you first, and then send me this picture when Mrs. North Weihou’s birthday is born," Jing Hao raised his painting and looked at it. On the side of Yunzhu Road, "Go and pick it up."

"Yes." Yun Zhu smiled and rolled the picture.

Seeing that at noon, Jing Hao still stayed in the small study room, Mu Hanzhang urged him to go out to do business.

"You go with me, I will tell him two sentences. In the afternoon, I will take you to the suburbs to play." Jing Hao thought about taking Junqing to taste the snacks in the south of the city, and then went to see the peach blossoms in his brother Zhuangzi. No. These things he liked in the last time, have not seen it since he woke up, he would like to take a look at Junqing.

Mu Hanzhang couldn't wear him, but he had to change his clothes and go with him.

On the floor of Juxian, Li Yanqing happily slammed his hand: "Wang Ye... Is this?" Seeing the strange face behind Jing Hao, the smile on his face is somewhat alert.

"This is my husband, Mr. Qingke Jun, it is a good thing," Jing Yu mixedly took Mu Hanzhang to sit down. "Today, let you come to tell you that this business can't be done in the future."

"Wang Ye!" Li Yanqing was shocked and stunned. He slammed his voice and lowered his voice. "Is there something wrong?"

"There is some wind in the hall, and this year is still a little more convergent," Jing Hao poured himself a glass of wine. "You go to Ren Feng. I have told him about the specific regulations. He will tell you how to do it in the future." Yesterday Going to Zhuangzhuang, I will explain the matter of salt business.

After Li Yanqing left, Mu Hanzhang was silent for a moment and said: "What happened to Wang Ye in the court?"

Jing Hao looked at him and smiled at the lips: "There is nothing wrong with it now. However, did Jun Qing hear the legends in the capital?"

Mu Hanzhang thought about it: "Is it a rumor that Wang Cheng can cure children's nightingale?"

"Yeah." His Junqing is really smart, and Jingyi feels that talking to him is the least difficult.

"This matter has to be treated separately by the two parties. At the moment, it is necessary to cure the symptoms first." Mu Hanzhang played with the wine cellar in his hand and slowly rubbed the cup along the road.