The news spread that the daughter of the military department Shangshu and the county lord of Changning was a prodigy.

It is rumored that a child who has just turned one year old can read poetry, and he can become a poem in seven steps. Even the great poets praised the child's verses.

When the news reached the palace, the Empress Dowager and the concubine, who were lazily leaning on the chaise longitude, sat up and waved to the empty place.

A gray-robed man stepped out of the shadows and knelt respectfully on one knee.

"Changning has never been pregnant, even though she claims to be pregnant for ten months, but the grandmother sent by the palace has news that she is a fake pregnancy. You send someone to find out what kind of details that kid is, if it's really Mo Aotian's outer room, it's just a matter of ......," she narrowed her eyes, and there was a dangerous light flashing in her eyes, "It's not that simple." ”

"Yes." The gray-robed man disappeared into the darkness.

The Empress Dowager walked to the bedside, her eyes fell on a blooming begonia flower, she stretched out her sharp nails, and crushed the petals little by little.

The county lord of Changning came to the outside of Mo Aotian's study, holding a cup of ginseng soup in his hand.

The guards were guarding the door, even if the other county lord did not let him go without the orders of the people in the house.

The sky gradually darkened, and the county lord of Changning, who was standing, was a little tired, and the old lady persuaded: "County lord, go back?" ”

The county lord of Changning insisted on waiting.

The candle flame was lit in the house, the sky outside the house was completely darkened, and the little guy went in to deliver a meal, and when he came out, he glanced at the county lord of Changning strangely, and quickly nodded again, not daring to squeak, and retreated silently.

The candle went out, Mo Aotian walked out with Yu Xiaoxiao, who was already asleep, and glanced at the county lord of Changning with indifferent eyes, his eyes fell on the ginseng soup in her hand, and he sneered unceremoniously: "Do you think I am like your father, and I can drink what you sent casually?" "Reading Building

This could not be more damning.

The county lord of Changning's hands trembled, and almost passed the soup cup in his hand.

She held back the darkness in her eyes, raised her head, and there were tears in her eyes, "I'm just worried that my husband is too tired and boiled a cup of ginseng soup, if my husband doesn't want to drink it, why do you want to say such heart-wrenching words?" As early as the day I married my husband, my husband should have understood that in my heart, my husband is more important than anyone else. Even if I commit suicide by taking poison, I will not poison my husband, so why should my husband be so protective of me? ”

"Huh." Mo Aotian sneered, strode forward, snatched the cup of the Holy Hall, and slammed it on the ground, "I said that you are not allowed to go back to the Pingle Hou Mansion, are you taking my words as a deaf ear!" If there's a next time, don't come back! ”

Throwing down the cruel words and coaxing the child who was awakened in his arms, Mo Aotian glanced at the county lord of Changning coldly, turned around and left, without stopping.

When the person walked away, the county lord of Changning could still hear the sound of the wind, "Xiaoyu'er doesn't cry, Daddy didn't mean to scare you......"

The eyes of the county lord of Changning became more and more gloomy.

Mo Aotian didn't let herself go to see her father, but that was her own father, who had already made her father seriously ill and lost all the power in her hands, all she could do was to go back occasionally to support the scene, and let those subordinates know that she took her father to heart, and if they dared to snub, there would be no good end.

Because he often goes back, at least my father's daily meals are not as sluggish as before, and those subordinates will also set a time to send hot water and put it outside the house.

Although his father did not let anyone see him, even when he went back, he would not see him, but he would still open the door to get food and hot water.

Hehe, Mo Aotian doesn't take himself seriously anymore now.

The grandmother on the side had unbearable in her eyes, seeing that the cold wind was blowing, and the lady was wearing little clothes, she cautiously persuaded her: "Madam, go back." ”