In just one hour, rumors spread from all corners of Bianliang City.

It's just that the speed and scale of the spread of the rumors are not the same as the walkers expected, and the content gradually deviates from their original intention.

In an inconspicuous house somewhere in Bianliang City, an old man frowned, with a sense of blame on his face. "I told you a long time ago that Ming Wanwan is not simple."

He said this to the man in the robes. Compared with his restlessness, the Confucian shirt is light-hearted. This made the old man more and more dissatisfied.

The purpose of spreading rumors is to divide the relationship between Ming Wanwan and Dingbei Hou, and then make a few more things to provoke the relationship between Zhao Zijing and Ming Wanwan, Zhao Zixuan and Simen, and not worry that Ming Wanwan will not leave Bianjing. At that time, the Zhao family will continue to be chaotic. They also have a better chance of getting the Four Orders.

Not only can Cheng Laozu's revenge be avenged, but their situation will be reversed.

The plan seemed good, but the old man was against it.

Sure enough, something happened as soon as it was implemented. There were four people who were sent out to spread rumors, and one of them was caught by Ming Wanwan, beaten and thrown into the Kyoto prison for insulting the imperial court officials.

It's nothing to catch a person right, and a beating doesn't hinder anything, but putting people in prison makes the old man feel uneasy. He always wondered if the other party had discovered something, otherwise with Ming Wanwan's style of acting, he would have just beaten up.

Seeing the old man's appearance, the Confucian man smiled and handed over a piece of cold melon, and said, "Isn't it for Ming Wanwan to spread rumors?" When the word arrives, so does our purpose. ”

The old man said, "I'm afraid she noticed something." ”

Ru Yi said: "Don't say that it is a proud woman like Ming Wanwan, even if an ordinary woman listens to those words, she will not be completely without waves." He picked up a piece of cold melon and ate two bites, and said: "We have to let people pass on the things that Dingbeihou has done over the years, and establish a good tree name for him." ”

Seeing that the old man's brows were still locked, the man in the Confucian shirt smiled loudly and said confidently, "Let's see." ”

In the Dingbei Hou Mansion, Wan Wan took a shower, washed off the sweat that came out of the exercise, sat in front of the bronze mirror and took a left and right photo, and changed her posture to continue to take pictures.

Jin Ying gently rubbed the fragrance on Wan Wan's half-dried hair, focusing on the unity of heart and hand. The silver finch who was playing a fan on the side ran away, she looked at Wan Wan, and for some reason a word suddenly flashed in her mind: scratching her head and making a pose.

As soon as the word flashed, she shook her head.

No, no, no, you can't think of Madame like that. How could Madame have any connection with words like scratching her head?

The jade pigeon changed the ice in the ice jar and put two cups of bayberry syrup and a few small melons into it. Wan Wan nibbled on half a melon and continued to look in the mirror.

After noon, the heat in the air became more and more scorching. Surrounded by bamboo forests and lakes, Ki Ao Zhai is much cooler than the other side. Add a few more ice tanks, and the comfort in the room rises by several degrees.

Usually at home at this time, Wan Wan will nest on the couch, or take a nap or hold the four doors to entertain for a while. Today, however, she sat firmly in front of the mirror, looking at the mirror that had been shining for nearly two hours.

Her hair was already dry, and Jin Ying asked, "Madame, do you want to comb your hair in a refreshing bun?" ”

There are enough two pieces in the room, and she doesn't feel stuffy with her hair draped, but Wan Wan thought that if she combed her hair in a refreshing bun, Feng Qingcheng would feel much cooler when she came back and saw it, so she nodded and said okay.

Jin Ying's hands were very dexterous, and she quickly combed her hair into a bun. is refreshing, without accessories, with the loose plain dress on Wan Wan's body, she looks a few years younger.

Wan Wan asked Jin Ying to take the rouge and painted a simple plum blossom on the center of her eyebrows. She looked in the mirror for a while, and she asked Jin Ying, "Ying'er, do you think your wife and I are beautiful?" ”

Jin Ying nodded firmly and said, "Madame's beauty is peerless. ”

Wan Wan ......

This girl's expression doesn't look like a sycophant, eighty percent of her brains are fans.

Are the words of brain-dead fans objective?

Not objectively, of course.

So Wan Wan turned to the silver sparrow again, "Finch, what do you think of your wife and me?" ”

Yinque quickly organized the language in his heart, and said with a smile: "Madame's ice muscles and jade bones, bright eyes and bright teeth, the slave maid thinks it is very good-looking." After a slight pause, the silver sparrow said, "Good looks, but Er'er." The elegance of the lady is beyond the reach of the beauties of the world. ”

Wan Wan ......

This girl seems to be slapping the horse.

She moved her gaze to the jade pigeon, and her eyes lit up immediately. This girl is simple, and what she says must be objective.

Wan Wan was about to speak, when she heard a sound of breaking the air outside. The next moment the door was pushed open, Feng Qingcheng looked over in front of the door, paused for a moment after seeing her, and then walked over quickly to take her into his arms.

The problem of height once again bothered Wan Wan.

He fished her like this, and she was on tiptoe. Since they are all bowed down, can't they all be lowered in place all at once!

Seeing this, the silver bird immediately threw away the fan in his hand, and saluted towards Fengqing City quickly, and then dragged the golden warbler and the jade pigeon who were about to open their mouths to say hello out of the house, and carefully covered the door.

Wan Wan tried to stand on her toes for a while, tried to move to the stool and dressing table, and even tried to use his feet as a tiptoe. Feng Qingcheng realized her discomfort and leaned lower.

With her feet firmly on the ground, Wan Wan breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's wrong with Hengzhi?" ”

Why did he come back at this hour, and when he came back, it was so wrong.

Feng Qingcheng hugged her and didn't mean to let go at all, "There are rumors outside, and I'm scared." ”

When the rumors first started, the momentum was very strong, and then Wan Wan beat a rumor-monger into an inhuman form and threw him into a Kyoto prison, and the momentum of those rumors fell suddenly. But it eventually spread. It also reached her ears.

What can a person like him be afraid of, he said that he was afraid, what he was afraid of was that she was suspicious after listening to those words, and she was afraid that she would leave again.

How Wan Wan didn't understand.

She pushed him away slightly, pointed to her heart, and said, "Thinking about it here, I believe in Hengzhi." She pointed to her head again and continued, "Think about it here, if I leave in a rage, the situation will change. As soon as the situation changed, the world was in chaos.

Moreover, why should I let myself be unhappy because of what others say. ”

Wan Wan stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from the corner of Feng Qingcheng's forehead, and said: "It's forbidden, as long as the object is Hengzhi, I don't care." I said before that as long as it is constant, I can rejoice in everything. I mean everything Hengzhi has ever said. ”

After a moment's pause, Wan Wan added: "But there is a premise, whether it is a wife or a forbidden meat, I am the only one in the capital of Hengzhi." ”