Ma Zhongjun always felt that something was wrong these days, and the people who were good friends with him on weekdays always avoided him intentionally or unintentionally.

You must know that although he has no real power and official position, he is also the prince of the county canonized by the imperial court, and the future king of Pingbei, why did these people suddenly avoid him like a plague god?

His father told him that the current emperor is violent and selfish, so their Pingbei Wangfu family must be obscure. But how could the emperor really live long? Sooner or later, he will die and abdicate. At that time, it was the day of the rise of their Pingbei Palace, so he had to make friends with the children of these families.

"Damn, I was the only one who arrived today!" Ma Zhongjun's delicate face showed a bit hideous, and he scolded hatefully.

The attendant behind him, Ma Shen, persuaded, "Master, otherwise let's go back first, you don't have much fun alone, I heard that the princess specially cooked a good dish today and waited for you to go back." ”

Ma Zhongjun was angry together, and raised his foot to give Ma Shen a kick, "I want you to talk more." ”

Ma Shen was in pain, and he didn't dare to scream, thinking that the five taels of silver from the princess were really not easy to take.

Ma Zhongjun stood at the gate of Yihong Mansion with a blue face and waited, he didn't believe that he had made an appointment with five or six people, it was impossible for none of them.

However, after waiting for a cup of tea, even the girls who welcomed him in Yihong Mansion stopped entertaining him, and still no one came.

"Yo, isn't this the prince of our county? Why is it that you eat cold wind at this door alone, it can't be that the girls won't let you in. A voice that disgusted Ma Zhongjun came into his ears without yin or yang.

Ma Zhongjun was already unhappy in his heart. Hearing this, his eyes looked gloomily at Chen Muxiang who was not far away.

Chen Muxiang, the eldest young master of Chen Hongcai's mansion, the head of the household department, has always been at odds with Ma Zhongjun. The reason is only that although Ma Hua, the king of Pingbei, has a name as a county king, he is only a man in the household department, but his son Ma Zhongjun always seems to be a head above him, a son of Shangshu.

"What? Could it be that I am right? Is it true that the girls don't let our prince enter the door? Chen Muxiang exaggerated with his partner.

"Isn't that natural? Isn't it rumored recently that the prince of the county is not a woman? Why should the girls waste all their efforts playing the harp to the cows? The person next to Chen Muxiang answered.

"Haha, that's the same, I'm afraid that the girls in Goolan Courtyard dislike Master Rabbit." Chen Muxiang said loudly and unabashedly.

Ma Zhongjun understood from the original dazedness, the other party was saying that he was not a woman, a good man? ! And say he's a rabbit?!

Ma Zhongjun's heart burned with anger. But he endured it stubbornly. Clash with Chen Muxiang. It's not a wise move at all, the other party is Shangshu's son after all!

"Go home!" Almost squeezing out these two words from between his teeth, Ma Zhongjun glanced at Chen Muxiang fiercely, and then turned to leave. Ignore the laughter behind him.

In the carriage. Ma Zhongjun closed his eyes. Chen Muxiang's sneering face appeared in front of him.

He finally understood why his friends, who usually got along well, suddenly avoided him. It's all because of this unfounded rumor!

This dynasty is not as civilized as the pre-Qin, and broken sleeves were expressly forbidden at the beginning of the founding of the country! In order to curb the extravagance of the children of the family and restore the population lost during the war!

Ordinary people may not understand the meaning, but how can he not understand?

Although after the founding of the country, only the big businessmen who had a small war on the border were considered to be in good weather, and no one would deliberately resist the matter of breaking their sleeves, but if this kind of thing is put on the table, it will not be a trivial matter!

"What the hell is going on with T Mother? When did there be such a rumor in the capital? He asked with a low growl.

Ma Shen sat on the side, bending his neck and not daring to speak.

"Did you hear that?" Ma Zhongjun roared at Ma Shen.

Ma Shen cried with a sad face, "Master, the little one follows you every day, where have you heard these obscenities." After a pause, he looked at Ma Zhongjun's gloomy face, swallowed his saliva, and said stubbornly, "These rumors may have been spread by Chen Dashao to deliberately ruin your reputation." ”

Ma Zhongjun naturally felt the same way, clenched his fists tightly, and cursed Chen Muxiang with hatred.

After returning home, Ma Zhongjun went back to his yard, although it was dark, but the lights were still on in the house, his heart warmed, fortunately, there was a good wife waiting for him at home with good food and good food.

He stopped the rumors and reached out to push the door, wanting to surprise his wife, after all, he shouldn't have come back so early today.

But when the door opened, he found that there was no wife in the room, only a maid beside her who was doing something with a needle and thread.

Didn't Ma Shen say that his wife cooked a meal today and waited for him to come back?

After entering the inner courtyard, Ma Shen naturally couldn't follow, and Ma Zhongguo couldn't question the other party.

He looked at the maid with a needle and thread with an unkind face, "What about the princess?" ”

"The princess has left the house and has not come back." The maid replied with a pair of panicked eyes.

Ma Zhongjun was on fire in his head, his wife decided that he would not return early, so he just talked nonsense casually and pretended to be virtuous?

The maid suddenly opened her mouth timidly, "Isn't it time for dinner yet, so the slave maid will go and order you a bowl of noodles?" ”

Under the dim light, the maid's milky white face was reflected as if coated with a layer of hazy mist, and the warm question extinguished the anger in Ma Zhongjun's heart.

He suddenly softened his voice and asked, "What's your name, why don't I seem to have seen you?" ”

"Slave maid, slave maid is called Qian'er." The maid lowered her eyebrows, but secretly raised her eyes to look at Ma Zhongjun, her eyes seemed to be hooked, and she hooked Ma Zhongjun's heart.

The next day, Ma Zhongjun woke up with a splitting headache, he reached out and rubbed it on his forehead, and then recalled last night's Spring Festival.

With a smile on his face, he turned his head to talk to Qian'er beside him, but his eyes instantly became frightened.

The one lying next to him turned out to be Ma Shen!

"Ahh The maid got the order of the princess and came to ask the prince who was resting in the study to get up, who knows, she knocked lightly, and the door opened by itself, and then she saw such a scene.

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Qiao Yihuan came back early in the morning, yawned and informed Lin Yuan, and went into the house to sleep.

Lin Yuan looked at the door that was closed again inexplicably, and said helplessly to Wu'er, "Let Aunt Li heat up some food, and when Mama Qiao wakes up, she will naturally go to the kitchen to find food." ”

Wu'er answered, turned around and ran to the kitchen.

Lin Yuan went to Aunt Ye's room alone, and heard that the grandmother introduced by Aunt Li arrived, but in fact, it was not a grandmother, but Aunt Li's own daughter-in-law, who gave birth to three sons in four years, and was very experienced.

Aunt Li is because there are three babies in the family who are waiting to be fed, so Aunt Li is too old to come out to be a cook.

Aunt Li's personality, after getting along in the past few days, Lin Yuan can be considered to have figured it out, but her daughter-in-law, Lin Yuan is still a little worried if she doesn't see it with her own eyes. After all, Aunt Ye finally got pregnant, and no matter how entangled she was in Ye's situation, she would only hope that Aunt Ye would give birth to a child safely. (To be continued.) )