"Impossible, right?" Mrs. Wang was slightly stunned, and then denied it, "Where does she have such a big face for Her Majesty to call the shots for her?"

Mu Qingfeng's brows furrowed, but his expression softened. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The last time Mu Jin saved the emperor's eldest grandson, he pondered it carefully afterwards, if what Mu Jin said on the day of the Yuan Festival was true, His Majesty asked her to leave Jinling, but I was afraid that His Majesty would not treat Mu Jin so well.

If this is the case, even if she enters the palace, Emperor Jiayou may not be in charge of her.

Besides, this is a family matter of the Mu family, and His Majesty may not be willing to pay attention to it.

But if that's the case, why does that dead girl still want to enter the palace?

The dead girl is as cunning as a fox, doesn't she understand this truth?

Mrs. Wang is a woman, and her thoughts are different from Mu Qingfeng's, "Master, you said that she wants to enter the palace, is it possible that she wants to serve His Majesty or the Prince?"

Mu Qingfeng was stunned, he hadn't thought about it in this direction at all, "Can't you?"

"How is it impossible," the more Madame Wang thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible, "she is a girl's family, she will marry sooner or later, she has been to the palace again, she must have seen the glory and wealth of the palace, maybe she wants Liang Wangfu to send her into the palace to serve Your Majesty or the crown prince?"

Liang Wangfu, as the prince's mansion, will also draft beautiful women to be sent to the palace every one or two years to serve.

Mu Jin took the healing of King Liang as a condition, and asked King Liang to send her into the palace, she is a young girl of age, His Majesty or the prince naturally looks down on her on weekdays, but if it is a person recommended by King Liang's Mansion, it is different, whether it is Your Majesty or the prince, they all have to treat each other differently.

"I didn't expect this girl to be quite scheming. Mrs. Wang muttered to herself, and then frowned again, "But if she becomes a concubine and asks us to return the house and the medical hall, then we .........."

"If she becomes a concubine, it will be even more impossible to ask for it, Your Majesty is the person who cherishes her reputation the most, and the reputation of the concubine and her mother's family competing for property, Your Majesty will never let such a thing happen. Mu Qingfeng said affirmatively.

Junchen for more than ten years, he still knows a lot about the character of Emperor Jiayou, Emperor Jiayou has a gentle personality, his governing methods are not tough, and he attaches great importance to cherishing his reputation.

When Mu Qingfeng thought of this, his mood was finally relaxed.

Mrs. Wang looked at him, "Master, don't we have to return the house and the medical hall?"

Mu Qingfeng glared at her angrily, "What do you say about returning it or not, it was originally the Mu family's things, my parents are here, don't have foreign wealth, we are still alive, she hides her private wealth, and she is not filial when it comes to it, we changed the deed for her good and saved her from prison." ”

"Even if His Majesty asks, he will be judged in accordance with the laws of the Great Zhou. The more Mu Qingfeng spoke, the more confident he felt, yes, he didn't do anything wrong at all, why should he be afraid because of a few words from a dead girl.

Mrs. Wang also sighed when she heard this, of course it would be best not to pay it back.

Didn't she say that the dead girl was going to leave Jinling, as soon as she left, she sold the house in Liuxing Hutong, and then cleaned up the Xinglin Pavilion and reopened it.

The husband and wife sat facing each other, with different thoughts.

………………

When the night was completely dark, Lao Qu was drunk and stepped into his house in Willow Hutong with vain steps.

Liushu Hutong is a very dilapidated alley, most of the people living in it are low-class officials who work in the yamen, the alley is cramped, and there are small houses on both sides.

Lao Qu greeted the people in the alley with a smile all the way.

"Lao Qu, where did you go to drink again? Look at this, I drank a lot. ”

Lao Qu burped, the smell of wine surged, and his mind was a little confused, "I went to the tavern at the entrance of the yamen for a few drinks." ”

Someone quipped at him, "Isn't that money widow in the tavern tavern enough to taste?"

Lao Qu smiled, squeezed his eyebrows, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

His home is in the innermost part of the alley.

As soon as he left, the person who had just made fun of him whispered.

"Lao Qu, what's the good thing about this stall? Why do you come back drunk every day these days?"

"If you have money to eat and drink every day, it is naturally a good thing to make a fortune. ”

Some people looked at the figure of Lao Qu entering the house, and pouted enviously, "How to make a fortune is not my turn." ”

The older man sighed, "Sometimes this windfall is not necessarily a good thing." ”

Sometimes a windfall is not necessarily a good thing, and Lao Qu happened to have this idea in his mind at the moment.

When he entered the house, he felt that the house was very quiet, usually at this time, the three sons were so noisy that they were about to lift the roof, why is it quiet today as if no one is there.

He shouted his son's name and stepped into the house, and when he saw the people in the house, his face immediately turned white.

There were four black-clothed men standing in the room, the three sons were sitting quietly in the corner, not daring to make a movement, and a young man in a dark shirt sat on a chair in the center, his eyes were cold.

"Who are you? How can you trespass into my house?" Lao Qu was frightened by the battle in front of him, and his alcohol suddenly woke up halfway.

The young man squinted and smiled, leaned forward, and pointed to the chair next to him, "Qu Shu, right? ”

The person who came was not good, this thought flashed in Lao Qu's mind, he wanted to run out and call someone, but under the expressionless gaze of the four big men, his legs were weak, and he couldn't take a step at all.

"What are you going to do? I don't know you, I don't have anything to talk to you about. He was forced to control himself, but his voice was still a little trembling.

The young man smiled coldly, and threw a piece of paper at Lao Qu's feet.

"You don't know us, you should know this thing, right? ”

Lao Qu bent down to pick up the paper on the ground, and the familiar handwriting on it made his hand shake, "How can you have this thing?"

He clearly remembered that he hid this document at the bottom of the cabinet in the yamen, how did these people get it?

The young man curled the corners of his mouth, "You don't need to know how to get it, I show you this to make you understand, since I can get this thing, then do something else in your house, and no one will ask." ”

As he spoke, his fluttering eyes slid over Lao Qu's three sons in turn, and finally landed on Lao Qu's legs.

Lao Qu's frightened legs trembled and sat on the ground.

"You guys, what do you want me to do?"

"Would you like to talk?" the young man raised his eyebrows, his eyes smiling rather than smiling.

Lao Qu pursed his lips and didn't dare to speak.

The boy sat up straight, "What I want you to do is simple, you just need to ............ tomorrow morning"

The young man spoke clearly, and he explained things clearly and clearly in a few words.

The more Lao Qu listened, his face turned paler, and he shook his head and said, "No, no, I don't dare, I don't dare!"

"Don't dare?" the young man's face sank, "Then you can go to the dungeon of the Punishment Division to spend the rest of your life." ”

Old Qu raised his head in horror, he is a member of the Prudent Criminal Division?

The boy looked down at him with a blank expression.

For a moment, Lao Qu turned pale and nodded resignedly.