When Dong learned of An Ning's actions, he immediately wanted to take her, and even she had murderous intentions. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Once she and An Ning said half-threatening and half-joking, even if she was given marriage by the Queen Mother, what could she do? Can royal grace still bless life and death? Once the family moves the real character and wants a person's life, it is easy, many times, it is a sentence from the parents, and when they are sick and injured, they fall into the eyes of outsiders, and they just sigh a word of blessing.

At that time, Dong just wanted to give An Ning a wake-up call, but he didn't expect that he would very much want this to come true.

Mama Tang stopped: "It's too easy to die, and living is the biggest pain." The old slave has lived all his life and is used to seeing all kinds of things, but he has never seen someone like Miss San, who is bent on death. Madam, look at her head that goes straight to the Yama Palace, what do you care about her? ”

A remark calmed Dong a lot.

Mama Tang said again: "Besides, even if you want to deal with it, you have to wait until the eldest lady leaves the pavilion." ”

The third lady and the eldest lady in the old woman's mouth naturally refer to An Ning and Jiang Muxue.

At present, the master and servant have completely decided that the boss of their family and the third child have been replaced, but for various reasons, this matter cannot be clarified.

First of all, no matter how peaceful she is, she is against the body and name of the eldest lady, whoever picks out is heretic nonsense, and this matter is related to the fate of the Anguo Mansion, which the Dong family can only be cautious and cautious. This is also the reason why An Ning is still rampant even after realizing that the Dong family may have found out her true identity. Because she concluded that the Dong family not only did not dare to uncover it, but wanted to cover it up everywhere.

Secondly, the speculation that the third child is actually the boss in his body is only the guess of Dong and Mama Tang, and it has not been confirmed. These days, the Dong family has wanted to get something out of Jiang Muxue's mouth more than once, but every time he has never returned. If her biological daughter doesn't speak, she can't take the initiative to ask, right? As soon as Dong spoke, a series of questions followed.

Therefore, everything can not be picked out, only sloppy.

However, Dong thought about it, no matter who her skin was, she only cared which one was her own daughter, which was the most important thing.

Mama Tang's words made Dong's sobers up, swallowed the evil breath fiercely, and only ordered someone to secretly monitor An Ning's behavior, as long as she was not too out of line, she then turned a blind eye.

Time passed quickly, and seeing the day when Jiang Muxue came out of the pavilion, almost half of the capital was lively.

Although An Ning is out, this is the first time that the grandchildren of the Guogong Mansion have a happy event, and the Dong family intends to do it, on the day Jiang Muxue left the cabinet, it was a lively place in the mansion. Looking at the Zhongyi Bofu again, there is a rich old lady in charge, and it is also called a fire cooking oil, flowers are Zhuojin, and the two families have prominent status, so it is no exaggeration to say that the family affairs of the two people alarmed half of the capital.

Ten miles of red makeup, cars and horses are boiling, and the thresholds of Anguo Mansion and Zhongyi Bofu are about to be trampled on.

Even if Jiang Muxue was sitting in a sedan chair with a hijab on her head, she could feel the joyful noise.

The noise lasted from morning till night, and the noise did not disperse until late at night.

When Liu Zhao entered the room, Jiang Muxue was still sitting straight, and she had been sitting for three or four hours.

"Tired or not? Hungry or not? ”

"Spring tea, Qiu Ju, go and serve food to the young grandmother." Liu Zhao took off Jiang Muxue's hijab and chattered, "I personally set the recipe, and they are your favorite food." ”

The bride and maid on the side looked at each other, and said suddenly: "Second master, you and the second young grandmother haven't drunk the wine yet." ”

"Oh, you don't have to wait, we'll do it ourselves."

"This?"

Liu Zhao got up, "What?" Master's words just don't work? ”

The girl and the bride hurriedly lowered their heads, and when they were about to leave, Liu Zhao warned in a cold voice, "Chew and swallow everything in the master's room, otherwise, the master will not guarantee that you will be able to see the sun tomorrow." ”

A group of people hurriedly knelt down and said yes, Liu Zhao waved his hand, and everyone got up and retreated.

After a while, the girl who served the food came over and set a table full of them.

Jiang Muxue took a look, but not all of them were what she liked to eat.

There are goose paw duck letters, sauce elbows, crispy fried chicken, crispy pig ears, and her favorite eight-treasure pigeon.

Vegetarian dishes include cold gherkins, golden daylily, teppanyaki tofu, and green vegetable salad.

In addition to the dishes and snacks, Jiang Muxue was happy at a glance, what crystal hibiscus cake, mung bean cake, red bean cake, durian crisp, walnut cake, there were seven or eight things.

In addition, there are two soups, one sweet and one salty.

These are all things she loves to eat, and this she refers to her Jiang Muxue, not Anning or Ankang.

Everything is clear, Liu Zhao must have something to do with Xiaochen Realm, and nine times out of ten he has a constant relationship with the Evil Ghost King. Therefore, he, like her, is not a person of this world.

Knowing this, Jiang Muxue was at ease. Liu Zhao's identities are nothing more than two kinds, either enemies or people, for her, it is not a big deal, just take careful precautions.

"Ning'er, why don't you eat?" Liu Zhao sat next to Jiang Muxue and asked softly, I don't know what he was thinking, his tone sounded a little trembling, and his emotions seemed to be a little excited.

Jiang Muxue nodded, picked up the chopsticks and ate happily, since you come to it, you will be safe, since you can't hide, then face it, there is nothing to entangle.

So, she didn't speak, but tasted as she pleased.

The first bite of each dish shocked her, and the taste was exactly the same as that made by the Demon King.

Jiang Muxue once said that in this world, there is no one who can cook better than the Evil Ghost King.

She ate attentively, Liu took care of it carefully, seeing which one she liked very much, she would help with the cloth vegetables, Jiang Muxue was not polite, you will eat it for me, after a meal, except for the occasional sound of spoons touching each other in the room, there is nothing else.

After the meal, Jiang Muxue began to remove her makeup, and the heavy hairpin ring on her head had been removed before the meal, and the rest were some trivial things, and the other was the thick layers on her face.

This one is extremely difficult to wash. Jiang Muxue washed it four or five times before it was clean.

In the hugging room, it was already foggy, Jiang Muxue finished cleaning her face, Liu Zhao rolled up her sleeves and walked out of it, "The water temperature is just right, go wash it." After speaking, he called Chun Cha and Qiu Ju to come and serve, and he turned around and went out by himself, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Muxue glanced at him suspiciously, and saw that he was walking normally, so she didn't react, and came out of the hugging room after taking a shower, but saw Liu Zhao lying crookedly on the bed reading a book.

"Washed, come up, I'll help you twist your hair."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Jiang Muxue neatly refused, but it was useless.

In the end, she sat in front of Liu Zhao and let him twist her hair with a silk cloth.

I don't know when, he has an extra comb in his hand, and when his hair is dry, he lovingly helps her comb it.

Since he entered the house, his every move has revealed a sense of mutual affection, as if the two have been husband and wife for many years.