Lin Shuyi, the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion in Ningbei, is the quasi-princess of Zhao Yiheng, the king of Rui, or the marriage given by Emperor Jiawen himself.

It is rumored among the people that Lin Shuyi suddenly fell ill and died of a violent illness.

But the fact is that the new cook inadvertently added peanuts that she couldn't eat to Lin Shuyi's meal, but after eating two mouthfuls of swollen throat and difficulty breathing, she fainted directly, and when the doctor from the hospital arrived, Lin Shuyi was no longer breathing.

Wen Ziran hooked his index finger and gently tapped the rosewood table, and his voice was a little dignified: "That Miss Lin is not really a serious disease, but she ate something allergic, but it killed her." ”

Mu Mingshu turned pale and snorted coldly: "That Lin Mansion thought that it would be enough to kill a subordinate with a cane, but he didn't know that this was a special person who wanted to kill Miss Lin." ”

After speaking, his expression was a little sad, and he sighed softly: "But the age of the girl in the flower season is really regrettable." ”

She had seen Lin Shuyi a few days ago, she looked soft and weak like a pampered flower in the greenhouse, she spoke softly, and she always had a gentle smile on her face, so that people couldn't have a nasty mind.

Such a good girl, but in a few days, she died like this, buried in the cold underground.

Wen Ziran didn't answer, but his eyes fell on Mu Mingshu, and he said after a long time: "You, have you really decided to marry Yang Jin?" ”

Wen Ziran wanted to ask this question when he learned that Mu Mingshu should promise to marry the Yang family, but he couldn't ask it. He also knew that Mu Mingshu was a person with ideas, and he must have accepted it after careful consideration, and this time he asked just to ask her to say it to herself, so that she would die of that heart.

Mu Mingshu lowered his eyes, picked up the sweet white porcelain tea bowl in his hand, gently brushed off the tea foam on it, and said slowly after half a sound: "He, Xu is the most suitable." ”

It's not what I like, but it's the most suitable.

Wen Ziran's heart tightened violently, so painful that he couldn't keep up with his breathing for a moment, he clenched his fist tightly, and it took a long time to relax, his face turned pale, and he pulled out a bitter smile: "You have chosen, you are the best." He habitually raised his hand and wanted to touch the top of Mu Mingshu's hair, but suddenly remembered that she had grown up in front of him, and those Meng Lang's actions would definitely not be able to be done anymore, so he had to hang down again and again: "With my brother as your backing, if he dares to bully you, my brother will make him look good even if he tries his best." ”

In just a moment, Mu Mingshu burst into tears, no matter in his previous life or in this life, Wen Ziran has never changed, otherwise he would not suddenly return to Kyoto when he was abroad, and become the backing of the Mu family and her, even at the expense of assassinating Zhao Yiyan.

She choked and let out a voice from her throat: "Brother......" But she couldn't say anything else.

In the twenty-second year of Jiawen, Lin Shuyi, the princess of Zhun Rui, died of illness in August, and Zhao Yiheng, the king of Rui, fought a beautiful battle on the battlefield in the northwest and was praised by Emperor Jiawen.

But in Kyoto City, the rumors about His Royal Highness King Rui's wife are getting stronger and stronger, not only the recently deceased Lin Shuyi asked people to spread it out, but even the girl who was engaged to King Rui in the early years also asked people to dig it out and say.

These two girls were engaged to Zhao Yiheng, the king of Rui, and they all ended up with a bad death, and after their deaths, they also told the world that even death was unrestless.

What's more, it is rumored that King Rui has made great contributions in the northwest this time, and Emperor Jiawen is heartbroken and loves his son's wifeless town house in the backyard, and decides to choose another virtuous girl among the noble daughters to be Princess Rui.

This rumor made those people who felt sorry for their daughters frightened, and hurriedly asked people to go around to say goodbye, and for a while it came to the point of talking about Rui's color.

Dare to talk about a prince, this matter is already unusual, and it is getting more and more intense, and it is even more unusual.

Mu Mingshu sneered when he heard these things: "It seems that the person behind the scenes wants to make Zhao Yiheng break off." ”

After saying it, it is actually a joke, and the real mind is that I don't want Zhao Yiheng to win the power of the court, after all, no matter whether the girl who was trampled to death by a horse or the girl from the Hou Mansion of Ningbei, the family represented behind him is not an ordinary person.

The person who can use such despicable means will definitely be the opposite, and it is estimated that only a few of his own brothers can become opponents with the prince.

According to Mu Mingshu's opinion of Zhao Yiheng, his ability will definitely not be obtained by marrying a wife and taking a concubine, and those who stab him in the back will inevitably think too weakly about him.

However, there is one thing that makes Mu Mingshu curious, Zhao Yiheng is obviously a very capable man, but why did he hide in the fiefdom in his last life and be happy to be an idle king?

Curiosity is curiosity, she didn't have the ability to solve the puzzle, and this matter will be over.

There was good news on the battlefield in the northwest, as soon as Mu Mingshu's seventeenth birthday passed, the family affair with Yang Jin was also on the agenda.

The two families had already picked a small decision, but they didn't want Yang Jin to be sick again inexplicably, Liu thought about his body, and looked for a reason to push the matter back.

Why did the Liu family push back the days of Xiaoding, everyone knows it, but it's just that the big guy can't say it.

Mrs. Yang is an understanding person, and she is not displeased with Liu's move, but she also looks down on Liu's because of this.

It was the Chen family, when he heard that the Liu family had postponed the matter, he was so angry that he stomped his feet, and secretly drenched the blood of the dog who scolded the Mu Mansion by the Liu family, and he looked down on Mu Mingshu more and more in his heart, and even thought that he would definitely have to take a good look at it when he married Mu Mingshu into the Yang Mansion.

That Yang Jin was not seriously ill, but because he was cold in autumn and infected with a little wind cold, he was sick again and again for more than half a month. The imperial doctor who had been treating him didn't have any problems, but he couldn't see it because he didn't see it, but he couldn't see it, it was just because Yang Jin's physique was too weak.

When people are sick and weak, the more likely they are to think crankily, Yang Jin has been sick for half a month, and for a while he thinks about whether his illness will drag down Mu Mingshu, and when he thinks of the wandering monk who gave him his life when he was young, he is afraid that he will not live to be twenty years old.

The more he thought about it, the more difficult it was for him to get better, and the worse it was, the more uncomfortable he became, so he simply dragged Yang Qinghe and Mu Mingshu with a letter.

probably means that he feels that his body is too bad, and he is afraid that he will drag Mu Mingshu down, and he wants to cancel this family business.

This letter went to Mu Mansion for two days and no news came back, and the more this happened, the more Yang Jin felt unsure, looking forward to receiving Mu Mingshu's reply, but also afraid of receiving her reply.

In this way, on the third day, the subordinates of the Mu Mansion sent something, two cans of autumn pear paste made by Mu Mingshu himself, and some precious medicinal materials prepared by the Liu family.

After kowtowing to Mrs. Yang, she went to Yang Jin's courtyard to ask for a peace, standing under the corridor of the autumn breeze, across the doorway, and said without waves: "Young Master Yang, our girl sent a slave maid to ask you for a goodbye, bring you a word, our girl said: Son-in-law just take care of life and recuperation, don't think about it too much, even if you think about it, it's useless." ”

Just one sentence made Yang Jin's depression dissipate, and he had to eat a little autumn pear paste boiled by Mu Mingshu himself every day, but this time his body really improved in two days.

Old Mrs. Yang looked at Yang Jin, who was becoming more and more human, with a smile: "I see that you have taken medicine for so many days, and it is not as good as the medicine from the county lord of Xianhui." ”

Yang Jin, who said it bluntly, had a ruddy face, and he agreed with Yang Taijun's words very much.

Yang Jin's body is getting better day by day, and the matter of getting engaged to Mu Mingshu is on the agenda again, Chen is angry, and he specially set the day of Xiaoding until the beginning of October, and he secretly talked about Mu Mingshu's age.

The eldest princess Yuhe glanced at her in front of everyone, and sneered: "When this palace married into the mansion, it was already twenty-one. ”

Who is the eldest princess of Yuhe, she was crawling and rolling on the battlefield when she was a teenager, and in order to wait for that land, no one dared to talk about it even if she didn't marry until she was twenty-one years old. But the Chen family now says that Mu Mingshu is seventeen years old, which is already old, but he is not insinuating that Yu and the eldest princess.

In front of Yu and the eldest princess, everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and they were so suffocated that they were hurt internally, but secretly laughed at Chen again and again.

When Chen heard that Yu and the eldest princess had lowered her face like this, her face suddenly turned red, and she closed her mouth and didn't dare to say anything.

In September, chrysanthemums are everywhere, and Chongyang ascends.

The war in the northwest once again came with good news, and the princes and nobles of Kyoto also breathed a sigh of relief, and those who wanted to marry wives and daughters dared to make a big show when they looked at Emperor Jiawen's face full of spring breeze.

Yang Fu sent a large basket of fat crabs, and Mu Fu also set up a crab feast, took two pots of chrysanthemum wine, and the family sat together and ate until the middle of the moon.

Mu Mingshu was also drunk and flushed, and his steps were a little fluttering, so he asked Wenchun to help him back to Shaohuayuan, and he didn't bother to change his clothes and fell directly on the bed, or Wenchun came in to fetch water and waited for her to freshen up.

In the middle of the night, the autumn wind was bleak, Mu Mingshu slept in a daze, only to feel a coldness on his lips, woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and saw an enlarged face in front of him, the man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, delicate and soft facial features, and narrow phoenix eyes.

It's none other than Zhao Yiheng, who was originally far away in the northwest.

Mu Mingshu was startled, and reached out and slapped him on the cheek, with a crisp sound.

Zhao Yiheng got the secret edict to return to Beijing first, and the big team was still behind, he drove his horse and hurried at night, and the wind and dust entered the city, in order to see Mu Mingshu first.

I didn't want to say it yet, so I hit it first, and thinking that she actually dared to engage Yang Jin, the joy of meeting at the moment suddenly turned into anger, he pinched Mu Mingshu's chin, and said viciously: "What's the matter, I haven't seen you for a few months, and your wings are stiff, right?" ”

Mu Mingshu couldn't break free, so he had to glare at him viciously, and a pair of jade hands tightly pulled his dusty clothes.

Seeing this vicious look, Zhao Yiheng couldn't hold back in the end, he laughed first, and the hand holding her jaw was much looser, and there was a little affection in his voice: "You guy, you dare to engage Yang Jin behind your husband's back, it seems that if you don't clean you up, you don't know how powerful your husband is." ”

As he spoke, he kissed again, this time the kiss was different from the previous ones, ruthless and domineering, with a cool tongue poked into the mouth with the fragrance of chrysanthemum wine, and swept it wantonly, as if he wanted to swallow Mu Mingshu's bones into his abdomen.

It wasn't until Mu Mingshu's body was soft and he didn't even have the strength to stare at Zhao Yiheng that he let go of his hand and said with a smile: "I can't resist like this, what if I get married." ”

Mu Mingshu sat down with his body propped up, gasping for breath before he spoke: "Zhao Yiheng, why didn't you die on the battlefield." ”

Zhao Yiheng gently brushed away the messy hair on her face, and laughed more and more wantonly: "If you die for your husband, don't you have to be a widow." ”

Zhao Yiheng will not die in the end, but Yang Jin is dead, and he died on the night of the Double Ninth Festival.