If it is really the queen's nephew, this identity is enough. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What is the surname of Queen Dali, Shen Nishang searched in her memory and found that she really didn't know.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with her anyway.

She wasn't worried about the two of them getting her in trouble.

The black-clothed young man surnamed Shang looked like he was not deeply involved in the world, and his temperament was quite simple and kind. And the one called Lao Qi, although his words today are not very polite, but from the previous life, he was able to send an apology gift in the name of Enhou Mansion in the name of Enhou Mansion when no one knew his identity afterwards, which shows that he is also responsible.

The mouth is a little poisonous, not a bad heart, and still young, so she can be squeezed out of her conscience.

This is also the reason why she dares to speak out and run on the other party today, of course, another reason is because she really needs silver.

Such two people will definitely not be stingy when they make a move......

As it turned out, there was not a single deviation in her judgment.

The silver sent to the Shen Mansion in the previous life, Shen Nishang has never seen it as a big son.

Money is not everything, but no money is everything.

If people's pockets are empty, their hearts will be empty.

In front of the towering gatehouse of the General's Mansion.

On the red-lacquered door, nine neat rows of fist-sized copper nails are still shining and dazzling in the shadow of the recessed door.

A carriage stopped in front of the door, and just as the gate opened.

A middle-aged man in an ochre-colored round-necked robe with a tall figure and a large face came out with a few entourages, followed by a young man with a straight face and a dark jujube-colored brocade robe.

The young man was about twenty years old, with a square face, fair complexion, a long body, and a somewhat modest expression.

Seeing the carriage stopped in front of the steps, the middle-aged man with a dignified face paused expressionlessly.

Everyone behind him glanced at each other, and quickly stopped and bowed their heads.

Only the young man in the jujube brocade robe in front of him smiled gently: "Father-in-law, Changsheng is back." ”

Mu Qing got down from the carriage and respectfully walked to Mu Dongheng and saluted: "Dad." He called Bai Zhiyuan again: "Big brother." ”

Bai Zhiyuan smiled and bowed his head, and gestured to Mu Qing's eyes.

Mu Qing understood what he meant, but looking at Mu Dongheng's cold face, he was still a little afraid in his heart.

For some reason, he and Mu Dongheng always couldn't get close.

Mu Dongheng is serious by nature and does not smile, he has always been afraid of this father.

In the previous life, it was even more so in this life.

Maybe he is really not smart enough, and he can't please his father no matter what.

But intelligence is innate, and he was born with that know-how. Or maybe it's not because he's not smart, but because he's born.

Because of his birth, his mother was hurt and sick in bed.

Thinking of his mother, Mu Qing's heart was shocked and he cheered up.

"Father, the child inquired, a miracle doctor has recently come to Qicheng, and it is said that he has good medical skills - he carefully glanced at Mu Dongheng before continuing: "There is a family in Qicheng whose condition is similar to that of his mother, and he has recently woken up, and it is this miracle doctor who has come out of it. Thinking about these two days, the child hurried over to take a look and invite someone over. ”

Mu Dongheng's gaze swept towards him, he didn't answer, and his voice was faint and couldn't see his joy and anger: "How many levels of practice have you reached?"

Mu Qing's beautiful face immediately lowered, and he hung his head like a wilted peacock: "Uh...... Or three floors. ”

Mu Dongheng glanced at him coldly: "Master Li just told me - you can't even write an article now. ”

Hearing Mu Dongheng mention his homework, Mu Qing suddenly felt bitter in his heart.

Since his previous life, he has been dizzy when he sees words, and now there is no way to use this as a disguise.

What he was most afraid of was that Mu Dongheng asked him about his homework, but he was afraid of anything, Mu Dongheng rarely asked him about his homework, and now he asked about it.

"It's the child's fault. I went out today to inquire about the news and was delayed, so I will write it as soon as I get back. Mu Qing honestly admitted his mistakes.

But this obedient appearance did not calm Mu Dongheng's heart.

He sneered and began to scold him sharply, splitting his head and covering his face, without mercy: "You are tired of practicing, and you say that you want to study literature, but don't you look at yourself as that piece of material? After seven years of study, you have recognized a few big characters! You can't write or do anything, and you wander around all day long in the name of seeking medical treatment for your mother, and you are not at ease in the room, and you don't seek to be motivated! I told you a long time ago that I am worried about your mother's illness, and if you are really filial, you should live a filial life! Nothing has been accomplished, look at what you are like now! I have simply lost the face of my Mu family!"

Mu Qing's head was almost buried in his chest, like a frosted eggplant.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was tall enough, and he looked as beautiful as a person walking out of it, but he was scolded so much that he couldn't even raise his head. Although this scene is not the first time it has been staged, it is the first time that he has scolded so badly.

The entourage on the side also had some sympathy, thinking that the so-called love is deeply responsible, and it is human nature to have too high expectations. But it is still necessary to save some face, after all, this little boy Mu has not made any big mistakes except that he has not grown up.

To put it mildly, just this single seedling, a hundred years later, this family business, including the old people, will not have to be handed over to the young son.

You might as well sell personal favors.

One of the staff members spoke out to persuade Mu Dongheng not to be angry, saying, "The young son is still young, and he will grow up in the future", and the rest also echoed.

Mu Dongheng's face sank like water.

"The child is wrong, and the child will work hard in the future. Mu Qing took this opportunity to admit his mistake and express his determination.

"Work hard?" Mu Dongheng snorted sarcastically, flicked the sleeves of his robe, didn't look at him, and strode away from him.

All the entourages glanced at Mu Xiaogongzi and hurriedly followed.

Mu Qing lowered his head and was silent, and the slender figure of the young man revealed a trace of loneliness.

A pair of black leather boots were revealed in front of him, one hand was on his shoulder, and he patted it soothingly: "Brother Qing, don't be angry with your father-in-law." The father-in-law is just a deep love and a deep responsibility. ”

Mu Qing raised his head, there was no anger in his eyes, just a little frustrated: "Big brother, I understand, I'm not angry with my father." It's all because I'm too stupid, I can't practice kung fu well, and I can't do anything to help others. ”

Bai Zhiyuan smiled clearly: "Why can't I help? Thanks to your care over the years, my stepfather can rest assured." ”

Mu Qing still shook his head sullenly: "My mother hurt my vitality because of me, and it is my duty to serve my mother." Paused: "Big brother, hurry up and find your father, you go to business, I have nothing to do." ”

Bai Zhiyuan bowed his head and patted him on the shoulder with relief: "I'll come back and talk to you again." ”

When the group was far away, the small fan came out, patting his chest and panting: "The general's temper is getting bigger and bigger now......"

Mu Qing was depressed, didn't want to pay attention to him, and just moved forward.

The little fan shrunk its neck and stopped squeaking.

The young master is afraid of the general, but he is not afraid of him, so don't hit the muzzle.

Walking to the main courtyard, Mu Qing naturally relaxed his steps.