Listening to the sound of the wheels turning, Meng Heng sighed lightly-

Each for his own master, not for himself.

After all the dust settled, he must solemnly come to the door to apologize to Nie Xun, but now he can only dig a pit and bury Nie Xun ruthlessly.

Meng Heng and his wife did not deliberately avoid eyeliner, so this matter quickly reached Huang Song's ears.

"Cheng Yun and Meng Heng are extremely close to each other. Huang Song chuckled, he turned his head to Mrs. Qi who was sitting beside him and said, "Calculate the time, the fetus in Mrs. Chengyun's womb is not small, and when she is about to give birth, it is estimated that it is also the most fierce time to fight." At this time, the situation was turbulent, and the war was about to break out, and Cheng Yun was afraid that he would not be able to stay by his wife's side with peace of mind and wait for Lin'er to be born. Moreover, Chengyun has no elders in the family, and he is a first-time father, so he must be nervous. In order to make Chengyun feel at ease, I also asked Mrs. Chengyun to take care of Mrs. Chengyun. ”

After Mrs. Qi heard this, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, giving Huang Song a roll of her eyes.

"Lang Jun, are you sure that I went to take care of Mrs. Nie, not to get angry with her miscarriage?"

Huang Song looked confused when he heard this, and scolded in a low voice.

"I'm keeping the New Year, what are you saying that is unlucky!"

If it reached Nie Xun's ears, he thought that Huang Song and his wife were so vicious.

Mrs. Qi held her youngest son who was sleeping sweetly with her left hand, stroked the soft hair of her eldest son with her right hand, and glanced at Huang Song, "I heard that Mrs. Nie is delicate, you gave Mr. Nie several beauties during her pregnancy, if I go, I don't know what people think." ”

What woman would like to see someone who likes to stuff a concubine into her man?

Many of Huang Song's courtiers are married, and the ladies of each family move around, but Mrs. Nie Xun is cold.

Why the cold?

Isn't it because Huang Song repeatedly brought the beauty Nie Xun to the house of others, which made the main room unhappy?

Huang Song was dumbfounded, he sent a beauty, this is for Nie Xun's good.

The wife can't move when she is pregnant, but the man's physiological needs should always be addressed.

Huang Song, like most ancient men, was a wife, and the concubine was just a plaything used to vent his physiological needs.

He can't take concubines, but it doesn't prevent the courtiers he values from having three wives and four concubines.

Mrs. Qi saw through his mental activities, and sneered coldly, and Huang Song subconsciously shrank his neck.

"The children are all here—so I can give my husband a little face—"

Since the last time he had a fight, Huang Song has loved this lady very much.

Mrs. Qi didn't bother to take care of him, and concentrated on coaxing her sleepy eldest son.

"Mrs. Nie, I'll help you take care of it, but don't be stupid enough to give beauties to couples, lest I be hated. I heard that Mrs. Nie is the beloved daughter of Yuanjing, although she is not from Jiangmen, but she also has a temper, how can she like to share a man with the woman next to her? If you don't change your life, you might as well think more about the Huai Jue family-others eat a trench and grow wise, but you don't always remember the lesson. ”

Mrs. Qi is a woman, and women also know women best.

Mrs. Nie and her don't move around much, and every time she uses the excuse of being physically inappropriate, it's not because Huang Song's actions make people angry.

Speaking of Mrs. Feng Jue, the corners of Huang Song's mouth were tightly pursed, and his eyes were a little accusatory.

He and Feng Jue are both monarchs and best friends in a pair of pants, and the Feng family did not give Feng Jue a marriage, but Huang Song, as half a brother, can't ignore it. I wanted to pick a virtuous and gentle wife for others, but how did I know that my wife chose someone out of thousands of choices-

Alas-

It's hard to put into words.

Feng Jue made a great achievement, and Huang Song sent him a pair of rare twin beauties as soon as he was happy.

The twin beauties were bought with great effort to please his gentry and carefully trained.

Worried that Feng Jue was thin-skinned and refused to accept it, Huang Song specially ordered someone to send it to his house, and at the end, he asked someone to beat Mrs. Feng Jue twice.

Be generous in the main room, don't pinch your husband and don't give a concubine!

The twin beauties, twenty-eight years old, with a face full of collagen, and a watery appearance without any discount!

Even if the male owner doesn't use it, it is extremely eye-catching to put it at home as a decoration.

Huang Song is so considerate of his subordinates.

And then—

Feng Jue was kicked out by his wife, not only that, but Mrs. Feng Jue also stripped the two girls naked and threw them in Huang Song's backyard.

No matter how good Huang Song's temper is, there is a limit, and he wants to deal with Mrs. Feng Jue when he is angry.

If he doesn't take care of this woman for Feng Jue, won't she want to go to heaven in the future?

Mrs. Feng Jue's temperament and her face are at odds—

is quiet on weekdays, but once she gets angry, she can really climb the roof and lift the beams!

Mrs. Feng Jue is a hard bone, and she said to Huang Song unhurriedly, "I heard that the Son of Heaven was angry, and millions of corpses were ambushed, and the princes were angry, and the blood flowed and drifted. The little woman doesn't have that much ability, but the hatred of taking her husband is not shared. Take a person's head within three zhang, and it is also a bag to take things!"

Huang Song: "......"

The hatred of taking the husband?

Don't say that he has any unsightly relationship with Feng Jue, okay?

He didn't do anything, didn't he just send Feng Jue two beauties?

Can this be regarded as a husband-snatching hatred?

Huang Song was angry and angry-

Why take a person's head within three feet, isn't it a threat to him?

"What's the matter! I sent a beauty to help her take care of Huaijue, why is this woman so desperate?" Huang Song was angry, but Feng Jue interceded for his wife, and Huang Song couldn't ignore Feng Jue, he really killed Mrs. Feng Jue, and finally could only swallow the bitter fruit back into his stomach angrily, "It's only strange to blame Lan Ting-if she were a man, these little women in the backyard wouldn't be more arrogant than one another--her husband didn't want to take a concubine, what is this called?

Mrs. Qi sneered, and Huang Song instantly became dumbfounded.

The appearance of Jiang Pengji gave Mrs. Qi, who was born in Jiangmen, confidence, and Mrs. Qi governed Huang Song, which indirectly gave confidence to the wives of Huang Song's strategists. The lord is afraid of the inside, and most of the courtiers below will also be afraid of the inside - this is the upward and downward effect.

However, there are only a few men who are afraid of guilt and clean themselves, and most men still like to have a group of wives and concubines.

For men, money, power, and sex are eternal pursuits.

Therefore, Huang Song's habit of liking to send beauties has not been stopped.

You can't give it to Feng Jue to add color to the backyard, he can give it to someone else, Nie Xun just lay down like this.

It's just—

Huang Song thought of Nie Xun's closeness to Meng Heng for no reason, and his heart was faintly uncomfortable.

He asked his wife to take care of Nie Xun's wife more, caring about his subordinates on the one hand, and on the other hand, making Nie Xun and Meng Heng estranged.

Mrs. Qi stayed until midnight and fell asleep, and Huang Song drank lightly to the moon and muttered.

"Lanting ghost has too many ideas, I have to guard against-"

Huang Song had seen Jiang Pengji's ability to make something out of nothing, for fear that Nie Xun would fall into someone's trap.

At the end of the night, the sky is bright -

Last night's bonfire had been extinguished, and white smoke was rising, revealing a bit of coldness.

Before dawn, a burst of military whistles sounded throughout the camp, and the soldiers got up from the quilts one after another, practicing and shouting slogans against the cold wind.