When Mao Yulong woke up, he felt that he was lying on a beautiful big bed, the futon was silky and soft, and the whole room was quiet, wafting with a faint smell of sandalwood. I helped my aching head, but fortunately it was already wrapped in gauze, and I didn't feel the smell of blood. I touched it, but there was a small bag on my head, it was estimated that the was merciful, otherwise an ash rod was really hit on the forehead, and it would be strange if I didn't give myself a red and white one on the spot.

Thinking of that, Mao Yulong suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, the little fat man said that he had abducted himself, don't be a boat now, and design the boudoir by himself.

I lifted the corner of the quilt in fear, but fortunately, I was completely dressed and there was no sign of loss.

He turned over and got up suddenly, sat on the edge of the bed and carefully observed the room, the whole room was mainly furnished with rough ore, and the most important thing was that on the clothes rack behind the door, there was a fat white robe, which looked like a little fat man. I raised my nose and sniffed it again, and there was no woman's rouge scent in the room at all. According to convention, the more sturdy a woman is, the more she should dress herself, and without the scent of rouge, it proves that this room is not that.

As soon as the heart was put down, the ears became sharp, and the room was quiet, and at this time you could hear someone in the outer hall whispering questions and answers.

"Are you sure this little scholar is innocent?" It was an old voice that asked in a low voice.

The little fat man hurriedly replied: "Today, one day, I inquired about his family clearly, his father was originally the 200 Zhenjiang warriors under Mao Wenlong, and he died in Zhenjiang at that time. He lives with his mother and little sister, relying on the 100 taels of silver that his uncle Mao Wenlong receives every year, and he usually lives very frugally. ”

"This kid reminds me that he has done a vigorous thing in Hangzhou, whether it is the eunuch party or Donglin, he is impressed, and the people of Hangzhou have made him a savior benefactor, well, yes, very good, worthy of our family."

Mao Yulong's heart was cold at that time, and when it was over, this family began to investigate his life experience, robbing relatives, definitely robbing relatives. Now Mao Yulong definitely knew that the father and son were blocking the outside of the hall, and there must be hundreds of evil slaves staring at his door with cross-eyebrows behind him.

And in a huge national mansion, it is impossible to have no maids and servants. But now it's quiet on my side, and I can't see one. That can only show that those maids and servants, under the command of that fierce woman, are setting up a happy hall and arranging a cave room, as long as they dare to go out, they will immediately tie up the ropes, and then cover themselves with red clothes, and escort them directly to the main hall and the hall to worship.

My mother, now your son has suffered a great crime, beating, but can't beat people, escape, can't escape, my life is ruined here.

Just when Mao Yulong was lamenting that he was careless in making friends and that the year was unfavorable, he heard the little fat man and his father say: "Actually, it doesn't matter if he is extravagant in life, the dowry I left for your sister is not expensive, enough for him to eat Haisai for a few lifetimes, but what I am most worried about is that he is not a gentleman." Then his voice paused, and his tone raised slightly, obviously gritting his back molars: "If I provide him with good food and drink, if he doesn't be a decent gentleman, but a gentleman, the knife in my father's hand is by no means a vegetarian." ”

Mao Yulong was terrified in his heart at that time, this slightly raised voice was obviously for himself, this is completely over, the rest of his life is completely ruined, and his life is in danger at any time.

Runaway? Don't even think about it, with the power of the British Duchy in the country, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, people will just say a word and bring himself back like a chicken.

Fight? That's just a fantasy, what era is this? This is the evil feudal era, and there is no human rights at all.

Mao Yulong pulled his hair in despair, and at the same time let out a desperate wail in his heart. I crossed over by myself, with great ambitions, and wanted to make money to change the fate of Uncle Jiangdong and change the Ming court with a little bit of face, but I didn't imagine that I would be rich in the future, and I would live a corrupt life of three wives and four concubines and beautiful women.

For the future marriage, his goal is not very big, to find an ancient beauty who is recognized, virtuous and gentle, it is best to meet the right sisters, and then the sister-in-law, brother-in-law, and good daughter-in-law will all be together. Then honor your mother, love your little sister, sing with your husband, and live this life quietly, and you will be satisfied. I never thought of marrying the daughter of the Duke of the Kingdom, let alone marrying a fierce woman of the Duke of the Kingdom, not to mention the upper and lower ranks, but he was a character who beat his little brother all day long, and when he arrived at his own house, he didn't demolish his house?

Sad, the practical word sadness is no longer appropriate to describe Mao Yulong's current mood, but should be used as tragic, because he really doesn't want to die, so he can only use this word to describe his future life.

Listening to the conversation between his father and son, Mao Yulong actually gave birth to a kind of belly slander, this father is indeed unreliable, you are trying to make your son a gentleman, but as a result, you let your future son-in-law be a righteous gentleman. Double standards, absolute immoral double standards.

At this time, the old man suddenly lowered his voice, which made Mao Yulong have to quietly approach the door, listen carefully, and see how they arranged their future lives.

"What do you mean, old lady?"

"My elder sister is now helping me to settle the prince of Qi Guo, and when he went out, he left me a word."

The old man asked in a nervous tone, "What words?" ”

The little fat man replied, "Troublesome." ”

"Have you ever carefully examined the face of this little scholar?"

"I didn't even look at it, I bandaged my senior's injury."

The old man sighed after a long time, and muttered with a gloomy expression: "Your mother died early, and left a pair of children for me." I'm afraid that you and your sister will be angry with your stepmother, so you won't marry a wife again, who knows? You weren't angry, but you ended up delaying your sister's marriage. The marriage of a girl's family should be managed by the mother, how can there be a father in the world, looking for a husband for his daughter everywhere? As a result, your sister is another fight-and-kill character, and among her colleagues in this public wait, they have already stinked on the street. finally found a few people, but this dead girl couldn't even look down on this and looked down on that. What is in mind, this girl's family, it is inconvenient for me to ask as a father, I am really saddened. How can this girl's marriage be more difficult than the battle in the court. Then there was a long, feeble sigh.

Mao Yulong was a little sympathetic to this national duke, listening to his tone, fighting on the battlefield would not frown for him; The open and secret battles in the court are even more like a fish in water, and they are easy to come. As a result, he made a marriage of his daughter, and he was worried about the exhaustion. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Lonely Minister's Claw Book House at the end of the Ming Dynasty" for free for the first time.