Chapter 284: Dismounting

"Why don't the eldest lady tell this son, who has also heard of it?"

Mu Nanzheng stared at the eldest lady with a smile, and his words were mocking.

The eldest lady panicked, instinctively wanted to find an alliance, looked around, but found that no one was looking at her.

Instantly, I felt a cold sweat hit my back, and the whole person began to tremble.

Xuan Mobao was silent, Mu Nanzheng did not return to the room last night, and this matter had a certain impact on her or him.

Princess Lingyu took a deep look at Xuan Mobao, who had not spoken, and a trace of disgust appeared in her eyes, but because of Mu Nanzheng's face, she did not have a seizure.

"Sister-in-law, aren't you going to explain?"

Mu Yuanning, who has always been innocent and lively, scratched his head, looking very puzzled.

Xuan Mobao finally sighed, slowly turned to look at Mu Yuanning, opened his mouth, and was about to explain.

Mu Nanzheng stepped forward and gently pulled her hand, glancing at Mu Yuanning.

There was a touch of depth and coldness in his eyes, which made Mu Yuanning panic for no reason.

Subconsciously dodged, not daring to look directly into his eyes, a little more empty-hearted.

"Ben Shizi was drunk last night, and when he came back, his wife had already gone to bed, and the book was sleeping outside, is there a problem?"

Naturally, no one cares whether this statement is true or not, but seeing Mu Nanzheng's attitude, everyone's faces are a little strange.

looked at Xuan Mobao, who was protected by Mu Nanzheng, and was finally taken by Mu Houye's words, and the matter was over.

"This is the eldest lady, this is her child, the eldest brother Mu Changyun, this is the third brother Mu Changfeng!"

"This is the second lady, this is the fourth brother Mu Changqing, and this is the fifth brother Mu Changyi."

"This is the third lady, a pair of twins, Mu Yuanning and Mu Yuanshan."

Mu Nanzheng didn't care much about the people present, and introduced them to Xuan Mobao around him one by one. 360 Literature Network

Xuan Mobao nodded and bent down one by one gently and decently, and shouted one by one with Mu Nanzheng.

From the moment they came in, they were stared at from top to bottom, Xuan Mobao pretended not to care, but he still felt their scrutiny and exploration.

The third lady comforted Mu Yuanning, looked at Xuan Mobao and Mu Nanzheng, and was gentle, and didn't say much.

"Okay, let's eat when you've seen the ceremony."

Mu Houye waved his hand and said a word to Mu Nanzheng, who slowed down the condensation on his face and returned to normal.

Of course, for dinner here, except for Princess Lingyu and Mu Houye, as well as Mu Nanzheng and his wife, no one is qualified to share the table with them.

Seeing this, the ladies could only get up in disagreement and lead their children to retreat.

As soon as she returned to the courtyard, the eldest lady's face was instantly gloomy and difficult to look at.

The whole person couldn't hold it, and directly swept the things on the table, scattered them all over the ground, ping the bells on the ground, so frightened that the maids didn't dare to gasp loudly.

Mu Changyun and Mu Changfeng, who followed him in, were startled, and looked at the eldest lady who didn't know how to forbear, and the two couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

"Mother."

"Mother."

Seeing that his two sons are obviously as good and as outstanding, but because he does not have a background like Princess Lingyu and a family background like hers, his son can only be mediocre.

Thinking of this, the eldest lady's face was still ugly, but she was a little more unwilling.

"Yun'er, Feng'er, why didn't you speak?"

Thinking of Mu Nanzheng's vague desire to get angry, the eldest lady was a little stunned.

The expression on Mu Changyun's face stiffened when he heard this, and he looked at his mother, who was completely used as a gunman and didn't know it, and he was helpless and sad in his heart.

"Mother, you have been used."

Mu Changfeng followed her words, and sat down on the stool next to him, his voice with a touch of anger.