"Xiuli has entered Beijing?" Mo Qingye raised his eyebrows. These **** are very sleepy, except for the letters sent by the secret guards, they work hard to have a safe pregnancy on weekdays.

After more than two months of pregnancy, morning sickness is much better than in the past. But his temperament is much more irritable than before.

Well, in fact, Second Master Su is not there, and a certain dumpling is a little fried.

Although Xiaoxi didn't know about the little brother Ding, he also listened to Xiaobei's nasty sister paper all day long. said that there was a little overlord in Mojia Village, and the chubby one was also tight. Although I think the kid is domineering, I like it a little.

Xiaobei will not lie.

"I've entered Beijing. I heard that I came yesterday, and I heard from the porter that I came to hand over the post. Let Mr. Ding take it back. Konishi covered her lips and snickered.

Mo Qingye Wan'er, presumably because she hasn't seen guests for a while, the old man thinks she has some trouble with this baby.

"But I sent a wild ginseng early this morning, and it's not much worse than what Shizi found." Xiaoxi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

I don't know if I should accept such a precious gift.

Mo Qingye pondered for a while, and raised his eyebrows on his delicate little face. "Out of the way. Write a post for me and invite the young master of the Ding family to come into the house and sit down. ”

The Ding family has been in the middle and upper reaches of Beijing in recent years. It is said that Ding Xiuli's father is the fourth master of the Ding family, and he once went to the battlefield with the old marquis. Later, Fourth Master Ding died, and Old Master Ding took his grandson to Mojia Village to raise him personally.

The third master of the Ding family has now followed Su Jinyan, and now he is a deputy general.

Mo Qingye thought about the situation of the Ding family. Thinking about it, the old man took his grandson away alone. I'm afraid there is a reason. Without the guidance of parents and elders, children will lack some of their hearts. The old man is a very cherished child, although his way of cherishing is to beat people. But the heart of love is not to be blasphemed.

"Young lady, if you invite the young master of the Ding family, I'm afraid that the reason for the closure of the house will not be available." After all, it was used to have a safe fetus at that time, and now that they are all visible, it is naturally not so easy to excuse.

"Well, let them come. I'm panicking. "Mo Qingye is bored.

Some time ago, the grandmother in the ancestral hall of the Hou Mansion said a lot of things. Now that the investigation has begun in this courtyard, Mo Qingye saw that there was no movement in his stomach. This heart has long been alive.

At this time, Hua Xia came in with delicate tea cups and snacks. The face is a little honest, but the dim sum in his hand is extremely exquisite.

Mo Qingye had to sigh when he saw it, Painting Xia was really talented in this regard.

She married except for Huachun, and the rest of the people were brought into the Hou Mansion.

It was originally intended to be taken together. But the painting Xia was unwilling. Mo Qingye had no choice but to follow her. If you follow to the Hou Mansion. I'm afraid that she has already been rectified.

"Young lady, please use tea." Painting Xia's voice was low, and his eyes were shining. Since she came to the Hou Mansion, she has been fiddling with all this food. I thought about eating a lot.

Mo Qingye was pregnant and had severe morning sickness. Now I can still eat, which is the credit of painting summer. All kinds of sour jujube cakes changed their ways, and Mo Qingye didn't continue to lose weight.

The day before yesterday, I also found a national teacher to diagnose the pulse, but I only said that she was pregnant and consumed, and I didn't say much. But let her take care of herself when she leaves.

Mo Qingye touched the Moyu Qilin Pei in his heart and frowned slightly, nourishing his spirits, is it soul-nourishing, right?

It takes a lot of effort to conceive a child, and her soul is already a little unstable. I'm just afraid I'll have to pay attention.

Mo Qingye twisted a few pieces of jujube cake and closed his eyes comfortably.

Painting Xia hesitated and didn't move, Mo Qingye nibbled on the pastry in his mouth, and his big eyes turned around cutely. Seeing that the painting Xia didn't leave, uh, I thought that it was worth it to be rewarded by such a hot celestial family. He instructed Xiaobei to give the painting Xia a silver reward.

With a pop, Hua Xia was so frightened that he knelt directly on the ground. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "Slave, slave maid is not trying to ask for a reward." The tone of his voice was almost crying.

The young lady treated her very well, how could she come to ask for a reward.

"What's wrong?" Mo Qingye took a sip of fetal tea and put down the pastry. The corners of the eyebrows are slightly furrowed.

The corners of Hua Xia's mouth moved, and his face seemed a little embarrassed.

Mo Qingye waved his hand to let Xiaobei go down. Then he asked.

Hua Xia doesn't have any eyes, and he focuses on cooking. If it weren't for something important, I probably wouldn't have entered her house.

Hua Xia glanced at her, "The slave went home to visit relatives a few days ago. I met the painting spring. Huachun was sold into a kiln by her family. "Hua Xia was a little shaky.

She was going crazy, how could she see two identical paintings! Obviously, you can't go out of the house at will in the Hou Mansion! After asking a few more questions, his face turned white with fright.

"My mother sold her?" Mo Qingye's tone was shocked, the Lin family is so soft-natured, does he have such courage?

Painting Xia pursed his mouth, "No." Painting Xia is still in the Hou Mansion. I met a man outside the house who looked exactly like Hua Xia. And, moreover...... And she also said that she will be the wife of an official family in the future. She said that Huachun was her sister. ”

When Mo Qingye heard this, his eyebrows and eyes lit up.

seems to remember why before entering the house, the girl's breath was pure, but after returning home, it seemed to be a different person.

This is, someone is calculating Su Jinyan!!

Mo Qingye's eyes were a little cold, and he originally needed the momentum of ice cubes to cool down, but he was directly cold. When she was angry, she was still a little uncontrollable.

Her identity has not been exposed when she entered Beijing, and the only one who can be targeted is Su Jinyan.

"Mrs. Guan?" Mo Qingye read a sentence lightly and sneered. If Su Jinyan was the target before, but later saw that her identity was different from the past, and he was afraid of leaking. Now staying in Mo Mansion, I'm afraid that the target will become Mo Qingshan! Mrs. Guan!!

Mo Qingye almost gritted his teeth. Someone actually stretched out his hand to her dearest, and this was snoring on the tiger's mouth!

"Xiaobei, give the painting Xia ten taels of silver. Go down. Mo Qingye waved his hand, and Xiaobei, who came in outside, obediently took out ten taels from his money bag. No question of the slightest reason.

This girl is Mo Qingye's brainless fan. Even Su Jinyan couldn't summon her. It's a twisted character.

Seeing that her face was not good, Hua Xia only lowered her head and retreated. I relaxed a little at this time. Ever since she found out, she has been thinking about it, for fear that Mo Qingye will not believe her.

She has a stupid mouth, and when she was in the house, she was not as pleasing as Huachun.

Mo Qingye sat for a while before calming down the anger in his heart. I only planned to see Ding Xiuli and go back to my parents' house.

Some people, if they don't rectify it, are only afraid of jumping up.

Thinking of this, it seemed that the old white flower Qin Zhihe had drifted through his mind again. It was also a ticking time bomb. Maybe one day I'll be entangled with Sister Mu.

Mo Qingye stroked his forehead, and those white lotuses who cried and cried in a few sentences were really going to explode in minutes. (To be continued.) )

PS: The dumplings will start four shifts tomorrow for a week.