"If you knew that you lazy woman would harm General Ji's mansion like that, it would be better to drive away your sloppy woman." Ji Mochu's eyes were full of contempt and disdain, and he asked Jun Xinlan coldly:

"Lazy woman, do you know how the neighbors of Jingning Street scold you behind your back?"

"Surnamed Ji, don't deceive people too much!"

Jun Xinlan let out a cold snort from her nose, and her resentful gaze quickly swept over the delicacies placed on the old table. Chong Ji Mochu shouted:

"You give me back the fish."

"Pay you back?"

Ji Mochu sneered twice, clasped Jun Xinlan's chin tightly, and couldn't help but increase his strength a little more. He said sarcastically, "What other items are yours in this house?"

Your short-lived ex-husband didn't leave you any property when he was alive.

A few broken thatched houses, none of their clansmen are willing to give them to you. I left you some worthless calligraphy and paintings, and I also asked you to give them to him. ”

"Worthless?"

The most unpleasant thing in Jun Xinlan's life is that some people despise her deceased husband. Even if Ji Mochu is her man, he can't tolerate any disrespect he has for her deceased husband.

That's the man who can do everything to take care of her, even if he died early and couldn't accompany her to the end of her life. But she would rather believe that he would wait for her under the Nine Springs after he died.

If it weren't for Ji Mochu, who helped her bury her deceased husband many years ago. Then why did she bother to remarry, or to marry a vulgar martial artist?

Or is it a martial artist who loves his sister-in-law, hates his brother, and wants to put his niece Ji Qingge to death in every possible way?

With a disdainful gaze on Ji Mochu's hideous face, Jun Xinlan said angrily:

"Let it go."

Pinch it again, Hugh blames her for calling someone. Jingning Street is not remote, and a casual shout can also stop a passerby passing by at the door. Even if you don't help her, you can scare and scare that Ji Mochu.

"You are a lazy woman with no knowledge and no self-cultivation. The master will send you on the road at this time, and see your useless waste dead husband go. ”

Ji Mochu's eyes were full of bloodthirsty coldness, and he said mockingly: "That waste, maybe he is also disliked by people under Jiuquan, and he can't find a mother-in-law as a companion."

Go and be his companion. ”

Hearing Ji Mochu's vicious curse words, Jun Xinlan raised her foot angrily and kicked Ji Mochu's leg indiscriminately. It's just that she was firmly buckled by Ji Mochu's chin, how did she resist?

Ji Mochu has long felt unbearable for Jun Xinlan, a woman who goes crazy at every turn. As soon as the strength in his hand increased, he only heard Jun Xinlan's desperate cry for help:

"Help—"

"Ah, help!"

The two "help" sounds in succession made Aunt Sun, who had just come to the gate of Ji's mansion, couldn't help but ask in a panic: "Sister Jun, is your family a thief?" ”

That Aunt Sun has been a servant girl in Du Jie's Mansion for many years, and she still has some mass base in Jingning Street. She stood in front of Ji Mochu's door and shouted in her throat:

"Come on."

"It's terrible, if you don't come again, I'm afraid you're going to die."

A sharp female voice came out of Aunt Sun'er's mouth, and instantly reached the guard of the Du Mansion opposite. The two guards didn't dare to slack off, and after exchanging glances at each other, one of them rushed into the mansion and hurriedly told Du Ji.

The guard clasped his hands into fists and said with a serious face: "General, it's not good, something big has happened." ”

Du Wei finally got free and welcomed back his baby girl Rou'er. This time, taking advantage of the clear sky and the clean backyard, he accompanied his family to dance and dance with his sword to strengthen his body.

Who knew that the guard ran in in a hurry, without the previous sentence or the next sentence, saying that something was wrong.

If you want to talk about big things, the recent big events on Jingning Street, are they still called less?

The powerful minister Yu Taiwei, who had been an official in the court for many years, had his mansion raided, and he vomited blood to death because he was dismissed. The wives and children of the family are old and young, and the dead are dead and scattered.

What could be greater than the affairs of Yufu?

Du Wei slowly withdrew the sword and put it into the scabbard at his waist. The sharp gaze swept over the guard's face that showed a little panic, and said disapprecantly:

"What's wrong, so panicked? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated? ”

The guards are well aware of their master's temper, which is the lawlessness that spoils their children. At this time, General Du and his daughter finally got together, but he broke in.

Looking at Du Wei with embarrassed eyes, the guard stretched out his hand and pointed to the mansion opposite, and said, "Jun Shi, the wife of the second master of the Ji family, seems to be in danger." ”

"Oh."

Du Wei replied lightly, and just put his right hand on the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he said to the guard who had just walked to the gate of the backyard:

"Come back!"

"General?"

The guards hurriedly turned around and ran to Du Wei's side.

"Then you stay at the door, and I'll take someone over and take a look. In addition, urge the major general, why hasn't he come back yet? ”

Du Wei said impatiently.

"No."

The guards didn't dare to slack off, and ran out of the backyard and returned to the gate of Dufu.

After the guards left the backyard, Du Wei pondered for a moment before looking at his Rou'er with apologetic eyes. Reaching out and caressing Rou'er's waist-length hair, he said gently:

"Rou'er, dad go over and take a look, and come back later to accompany Rou'er to dance the sword."

"Daddy, huh!"

Du Xuerou stomped her feet coquettishly, and said with a crying voice: "It is said that once you enter the deep palace, it is as deep as the sea, and my daughter finally seized an opportunity to go home to see her father and brother."

You guys...... But he who goes to relatives goes to relatives, and he who runs errands does errands. ”

Du Xuerou stretched out her white and chubby hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said sadly: "Is the daughter who really married into water spilled?"

The daughter is in the palace in order not to provoke right and wrong, and not to affect the career of her father and brother. In addition to getting up early every day to greet Concubine Pang, she also had to rub her back and shoulders every once in a while.

Treat her better than my own mother.

For what?

It's not for Concubine Pang to be able to say a few more kind words in front of King Yan and tell good things about our Du family. ”

When Du Wei heard the sad words of his daughter, his heart was called cold and painful. It's impossible to put it into words.

At the beginning, he was thinking about finding a good family for his daughter, and he also knew that his baby daughter Rou'er was his favorite person, His Royal Highness King Xiao.

But His Royal Highness King Xiao doesn't accept side concubines, and even if Du Wei has a good interpersonal relationship, he can't get through this pass.

Where is there a father who doesn't want his daughter to be good? But after his daughter entered the palace, she helped those palace maids share the heavy work.

Rub Concubine Pang's back and shoulders......

It's better to take a knife directly and stab him twice in the heart, so that he won't even feel bad breathing this time.

Du Wei's eagle eyes were full of tears.

In the early years on the battlefield, he led the Qi army to break through the siege, and under the sword light and the shadow of the arrows, he did not shed half a tear.

Gritting her teeth fiercely, Du Wei reached out and patted Du Xuerou's shoulder, and comforted her softly: "Rou'er doesn't cry, Rou'er is good." Dad just gave up his own life, and no one was allowed to call my family Rou'er anymore. ”

It doesn't matter if she's Concubine Pang or King Yan.

Those who dare to provoke him Du Ji, no matter who it is, don't think about comfort!

Du Wei led a group of people from Du Mansion, there were twenty or thirty people, and rushed into the opposite mansion with a sharp sword.