"Master, where is the Eastern Tang Dynasty? Why didn't I know that we still have this place name in Dongsen Country? ”

Ji Chunqing glared at Mingchen with a dark face and angrily, and scolded secretly in his heart:

What nonsense, didn't I know where that place was, so I asked you to check it?

Seeing that his master had a dark face and didn't say a word, he had to say cautiously,

"Master, did you say that this horse catcher has found something?"

"Hmph, it's not that he found something, it's that the master behind him smelled it."

Ji Chunqing's face was cold, and his eyes flashed with a touch of complexity.

"The master behind him? Could it be that he's looking for that thing too? If that's the case, it's a lot more interesting, I thought our emperor was the only one who couldn't sleep for that thing! ”

Ximen Jin shook his head and opened the folding fan again. Shen Chen glanced at him with contempt without a trace, I said Young Master Ximen, the northwest wind is blowing at the moment, are you purely thinking that your body is too resistant to frost?

"Since he is also looking for it, then let's rest and rest first, and when the rest is enough, he has also found it, so wouldn't it be better for us to grab it directly?"

Ximen Jin gave Ji Chunqing an idea with a wicked smile.

"I don't see it, you're getting more and more slippery now."

Ji Chunqing smiled faintly, but his eyebrows were full of expressions of approval.

Tang Mo returned to Shangshu Mansion, and Zhou and Aunt Huang and the young ladies were still crying and kneeling in the mourning hall. Although everyone looks like they are crying heartbreakingly on the surface, if you take a closer look, it is easy to find that there is no makeup on the face at all. The place that should be white is still so frighteningly white, and the place that should be red is still so showy.

Mo Jing found the most remote corner, and at the moment she was holding a silk handkerchief and covering her face and pretending to cry bitterly, but in fact she was sleepy and drowsy.

Tang Mo pursed his lips and winked at Mo Jing with a snicker, and then quietly looked towards the back of the mourning hall. found Li Jinnian standing on the side of the top of the coffin, pursing his lips, lowering his eyes slightly, and staring at the old lady in the coffin with a painbroken and filial look.

"Butler!"

After a while, Li Jinnian called in a low voice.

"Master, the little one is here."

The wooden butler looked at his old man, and then at the old lady lying in the coffin, whose face was scratched by the mountain bandits.

"Close the lid of the coffin."

Li Jinnian said lightly, and there was no trace of waves between his eyebrows.

The woodman took a deep breath,

"Master, this doesn't seem to be right, it's not appropriate."

"Wrong?"

Li Jinnian sneered and glanced at the wooden butler,

"Master, I can't bear to see my mother's face being brutalized by mountain bandits, and I can't control my grief in my heart, so why not cover the coffin to comfort my mother's soul in the sky?"

"The little one understands, and the little one tells them to cover the coffin."

The butler didn't say anything more, turned around and went out to find someone.

Tang Mo heard Li Jinnian sigh, to be exact, it seemed to be relieved.

Soon, the wooden housekeeper found a few housekeepers to quickly cover the coffin, and the Zhou family, Aunt Huang and others, who were kneeling on the side, although their faces were full of puzzlement, they did not dare to raise any objections.

Tang Mo finished thinking about it when he saw it, Ma Yi asked her to pour the contents of the porcelain vase on the old lady's face, and originally planned to start at night when no one was paying attention, but now the coffin lid is covered, although the coffin nails have not been nailed yet, but with her own strength, how can she move the dead coffin lid.

Tang Mo touched the small porcelain bottle in his sleeve, and sighed in his heart, Ma Zhu is not that I Tang Mo is unwilling to help you, but God is unwilling to give you a chance.

The southeast corner of the kitchen backyard of Shangshufu.

"Tell me that bastard again!"

Jing Niang put her hands on her waist, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and her handsome pink face looked extremely angry. The wide and concise white plain clothes are put on her body at the moment, which makes her wear the charm and enchantment of the top brand of Diechun Lou.

"Sister Jing, don't be angry, our master just loves his wife."

Xuan Shao pulled Jing Niang's sleeve, half comforting, half playing.

"This bastard, he wants to pick up a girl, but he lets his mother do it. If you start to do it, I don't care about you, my mother, he also kicked his nose in the face, saying that I will send radish white porridge to his Momo again, and he specially picked up my skin and stewed soup to feed the dog, this bastard, no conscience, you come and try it, and see who picks whose skin in the end. ”

Jing Niang said and wiped a few handfuls of disgust on both arms, as if she wanted to wipe off the goosebumps aroused by her master's disgusting words.

Xuan Shao stuck out her tongue with a snicker. This Jingniang sister is good at everything, but she has a sharp mouth and is unforgiving, and even the master dares to directly scold him for being a bastard. However, the master seems to be able to move the sister named Tang Mo, and other people seem to him as if they don't exist, which makes Sister Jingniang dare to be so bold and scold the master.

Jing Niang scolded and scolded or ran back to the kitchen to cook, it took an hour or two to make a table of meat dishes, to say the least, and she had to secretly do it behind her back to the group of grandsons in the kitchen.

Towards the evening, Tang Mo and Mo Jing returned to the small courtyard together, and when they passed by the kitchen, Tang Mo brought the food box for dinner. She had long since lost hope for the contents of the food box. Since Madame ordered that the food for Mo Jing should only be divided according to the standard of the person, what tricks can be expected to come out of this food box?

After handing over the food box to Mo Jing, Tang Mo went to the well at the entrance of the courtyard to fetch water to wash his face, and before he reached the well, he suddenly heard Mo Jing's exclamation from the house. Tang Mo hurriedly turned around and ran towards the house, only to see Mo Jing standing with his back to the door, but the food box in his hand had fallen to the ground, and a few wilted radishes rolled aside.

"What's wrong? That dead fat man shouldn't even give us rice porridge, I'll go to him to settle accounts. ”

Tang Mo said and rolled up his sleeves and was about to leave.

"No, no, look."

Mo Jing grabbed Tang Mo and shook his head desperately, then pointed to the small wooden table in the distance and said with a surprised expression.

The light in the room was very dim, and because Tang Mo had just rushed in from outside, his eyes couldn't adapt to it for a while, and he couldn't see what was on the side of the small wooden table, so he walked over in a daze,

"What's wrong? No, how can I smell the aroma of braised pork? Could it be that I've been so hungry these days that I'm hallucinating? ”

When Tang Mo walked to the small wooden table and saw everything on the table, he was suddenly excited-

Nani, it's really meat! Occasionally, God! A table full of meat dishes. Could it be that there really is a snail girl in this world?