Hearing this, Chen Mo's eyes widened a little round.

White Tiger Kefu is regarded as ominous, and there is such a saying in his previous life.

I didn't expect there to be one in this life.

There are ghosts and demons in this world, and people in this life must be more afraid of this ominous thing.

No wonder no one touches it.

Seeing that Chen Mo didn't speak, the intuition from the woman made her feel that something was wrong, she came to Chen Mo's side, looked up at him, and said in a very small voice: "Do you want to... Xiaoyu..."

"What's the matter, I only met her tonight." Chen Mo pulled her to sit down on the soft couch, picked up the hard-boiled eggs on the bed, rolled them lightly on her fanned face, and said, "And how can she be as beautiful as you..."

Coaxing women, Chen Mo thinks he is still good at it.

A woman is a person who pleases herself, and no one doesn't like to hear others say that she is beautiful, not to mention that this person is still her lover.

In addition, although she has a good relationship with Bai Shuyu, it is inevitable that there will be some comparisons in her heart, from the comparison of appearance and figure.

Hearing Chen Mo's words at this moment, Jiang Qi's heart was crisp.

Therefore, Chen Mo's small act of helping her roll her face with a boiled egg was infinitely magnified in her eyes.

"Mo Lang is so good to me, I still doubt him..."

"Qi'er, what are you doing?"

Chen Mo suddenly found that his trouser belt was untied by Jiang Qi.

"Mo Lang, don't move..."

"Shhhhh

……

Interior of the antique room.

The flute sounds tactfully.

Chen Mo helped Jiang Qi roll her slightly swollen face with a hard-boiled egg, and gently raised his hand to brush the hair next to Jiang Qi's cheek, and then stroked her cheek with his palm.

"I'm already the general banner, and when I find a way to get the paperwork of the Criminal Department, I will... I'll redeem you as soon as possible..."

Tonight, there is a son of the Zuo Du Yushi family who wants to come hard, who knows who will be the son of tomorrow night or behind.

Although he asked Wang Shengzhi to take care of him, he knew that Wang Shengzhi was a good person and watched people cook.

If a county king, prince or something comes from behind and falls in love with Jiang Qi, Wang Sheng doesn't know how to stammer.

He didn't want to wear a green hat at a young age, and it was better to ransom Jiang Qi as soon as possible.

Compared with the troubles that may be brought after redemption, Chen Mo feels that compared to green hats, this trouble is nothing.

Jiang Qi paused, then raised his head, his eyes shining: "Really? ”

Excited, he hugged Chen Mo and kissed him.

Chen Mo was so frightened that he hurriedly pressed his forehead against her: "It's not early, just wash up... Fall asleep. ”

Seeing Chen Mo's panicked appearance, Jiang Qi was stunned at first, but soon understood something, and couldn't help laughing out loud, how could he dislike himself.

Chen Mo: "......"

……

On the other side, the Yang family's mansion.

The Yang family's mansion was two or three times larger than Lin Bai's three-room courtyard.

As soon as Yang Fuqing pressed on the concubine who had not been in the door for a few months and was about to do something, the voice of the housekeeper came from outside the house.

"Master, it's not good, Son, he was beaten in the Teaching Division."

When the matter was disturbed, Yang Fuqing was already very angry, and when he heard that his son who was not angry was causing trouble again, he was even more angry.

That's right, he heard that his son had beaten someone again.

"Let him wait in the hall..."

…

Half an hour later, the Yang family hall.

Yang Fuqing, who was dressed in a robe, looked at the figure lying on the chair and swollen into a pig's head, and subconsciously glanced at the housekeeper, as if to confirm that this is really my son?

It wasn't until the swollen pig's head figure opened his mouth intermittently that Yang Fuqing no longer doubted it, and said with a frown: "What trouble are you causing again, who beat you like this?" ”

"I heard from Childe's friend that Childe was beaten by a Jinyi Wei General Banner in the teaching workshop Siyin Miaofang." The housekeeper on the side said.

"Jin Yiwei?" Hearing this, Yang Fuqing raised his eyebrows, and then instantly became angry: "Rebel, tell me honestly, what did you do?" Why did you provoke Jinyiwei? ”

In Yang Fuqing's eyes, the work done by Jinyiwei is either to hunt demons or to destroy the family.

Yang Fuqing was afraid that this rebel would implicate the entire Yang family.

Yang Shucheng was also angry, he was beaten like this, the old man didn't care about himself, but questioned himself angrily.

I am your only son.

"I... I didn't mess with him, I listened to the music well... Drinking wine, he... He rushed in and beat me. ”

Of course, Yang Shucheng wants to polish this matter.

And Yang Fuqing didn't believe it at all, he knew his son's temperament too well.

He turned his head to look at the butler: "You go and inquire and see what this unruly rebel has done?" ”

It's not hard to ask.

In less than an hour, the housekeeper came back and told Yang Fuqing in detail what happened.

Knowing that it was just for a geisha, Yang Fuqing breathed a sigh of relief.

looked at Yang Shucheng, with an expression of hatred that iron is not steel.

But this matter really can't be counted like this.

Geisha is a lowly membership.

The existence of the lowest level.

"For the sake of a geisha to beat my son like this, even if it is a brocade guard, it can't be so lawless, tomorrow I will enter the palace to speak to Your Majesty..."

After speaking, he went into the study and made a recital.

However, in the morning of the next day, the emperor was ill and still did not go to the court, and handed over to Wang Ying to handle state affairs.

Yang Fuqing knew that Jinyiwei was now a dog under Wang Ying's hands, and if he was left to deal with it, this matter would only be over.

So after the end of the early dynasty, Yang Fuqing walked towards the emperor's Taihe Palace.

As soon as he arrived at the range of the Taihe Palace, he was stopped by a group of factory guards.

"Get out of the way, this official wants to meet the saint." Yang Fuqing shouted.

"The prince said that Your Majesty's dragon body has not healed, and it still needs to be recuperated, so no one is allowed to enter it so that others will disturb it." An old eunuch said with a male duck in his voice.

"This official has something important to ask to see His Majesty, if it is delayed, can you afford it?"

"What's the matter with Lord Yang?"

At this moment, a feminine voice sounded behind Yang Fuqing.

Yang Fuqing's face changed, and when he looked back, he saw an old man wearing a vermilion brocade robe, holding a whisk, gray hair, and a peaceful face sitting on a sedan chair, surrounded by a group of people, towards the Taihe Palace.

This pomp, those who don't know think it's the emperor's luan.

"Princess."

"Princess."

"Princess."

The guards and long guards next to him all bent over and bowed their hands.

That powerful aura made Yang Fuqing a little hairy.

"Princess." Seeing Wang Ying, Yang Fuqing couldn't help but lower his head.

"If Lord Yang has anything to do, our family can tell the saint for you." Wang Ying got down from the sedan chair and looked at Yang Fuqing with a kind face.

And Yang Fuqing's back was already oozing cold sweat, and he said: "Since Your Majesty's dragon body has not healed, then the lower official will not disturb Your Majesty's rest, and he will retire." ”

"Lord Yang walks slowly."