Chapter 173: My Lord, It's Late at Night

Under the laurel tree, the sword dance was shocking, and the moment Zhao Yunsheng showed the dusty sword, Chu Jiuning was shocked.

The subsequent sword dance brought her thoughts back to many years ago.

The red-clothed figure coincided with the light-robed sword-wielding person in front of him.

Chu Jiuning couldn't hold back any longer, turned his head and burst into tears.

How did she... Why is she so stupid, she is clearly standing in front of her, but she just changes her appearance, and she doesn't know her?

"Chef Chu, why are you crying?"

Xing'er was careful, and when she saw Chu Jiuning crying, she hurriedly comforted her.

Chu Jiuning opened his mouth, looked at Zhao Yunsheng, and stopped talking.

"Yo, what's going on? also dropped golden beans, why are we Chu Chef Niang still crying? ”

Zhao Yunsheng put away the sword, looking at it with a smiling tone, but he couldn't hide his concern and walked over, leaned down slightly, and bent his knees to look at Chu Jiuning.

Chu Jiuning turned around, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and said stiffly.

"Who, who cried? It's just that the wind and sand are too big, so I'm blind. I... I won't tell you, doesn't Ming'er have to have a banquet? I'll have to go to the kitchen to check the dishes first. ”

Almost as if he had fled, Chu Jiuning got up and left quickly.

"What's going on?"

Apricot worried.

"Otherwise, I'd better go talk to her."

"She's just a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person, it's just that she doesn't want to say it, just let her be, there's nothing else, you all rest."

"Ugh."

After Chun Tao and Xing'er left, Zhao Yunsheng sat back on the recliner, swaying slightly, looking at the golden crow that was gradually sinking, and sometimes picked up the tea cup and gently snorted.

There is an extra osmanthus milk tea at hand, and a plate of golden silk dates.

It was her favorite snack in her previous life.

A slight smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, and the figure fell to the corner of his eye.

He didn't say anything more, but closed his eyes slightly.

The moon is bright, and the stars are scarce.

Yang House.

The maid carried the lantern in front of her, Lin Wanrou walked briskly on the bluestone road, and the maid who followed by her was carrying a food box in her hand, and after a while, the group walked to Yang Mingfeng's study.

"Ma'am, your Excellency is in there on business."

"It's late at night, and I've been very tired lately, so I've made some soup."

The old servant who was guarding was overjoyed, and hurriedly invited Lin Wanrou in.

This is the first time in many years!

Madame, this cold stone, finally warmed up!

She stepped into the study, Yang Mingfeng raised her eyes and looked, her eyes instantly became gentle, she got up to greet her, held Lin Wanrou's hand, and brought her in.

"It's so late, why are you here? Although it is warmer than in winter, it is cooler in the morning and evening, so remember to add an extra cloak when you go out. ”

After that, he took her hand and put it to his lips and gently sighed, warming her hands and warming them, but he felt that those cold hands couldn't warm them, so he simply stuck them to his heart.

"I remember, my lord, I heard that you have been very busy these days, and I was worried that your body would not be able to bear it, so I asked people to boil some ginseng soup."

With that, she took out a bowl of ginseng soup from the food box and put it on Yang Mingfeng's desk.

The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and he swept over the booklet spread out on the table.

It is an excerpt about the recent application for appropriation of the Huaibei waterlogging.

The household department, but the emperor's money bag, is the treasury management of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is a very fertile errand.

As Yang Mingfeng, who is the head of the household, there is naturally no shortage of oil and water, which is even known to the emperor himself.

"There's Mrs. Law."

Yang Mingfeng said very happily.

"I heard that you went to Fuyuanji Temple again today?"

He said casually, but he also revealed that her every move was under his nose, and all she could do was within his allowable range, and if she wanted to do something out of the ordinary, she had no chance at all.

She let out a soft "yes..."

"I had a dream yesterday about my dead Lin'er..."

Thinking of the little dumpling that was only more than a year old, he could just call him "mother", and he didn't even pronounce it accurately, and the little dumpling that babbled and loved to stick to himself died so tragically under the knife of the wicked.

Every time I think about it, my heart hurts, and I wish I could go with the child.

Yang Mingfeng clenched his gums, took the person into his arms, and said in a low voice.

"It's all my fault, I went late, if I could have gone earlier, the Dong family might not have been..."

What won't happen? Won't be beheaded? Or will it not perish?

He was not even imprisoned, afraid that the Dong family would resist, and that the Dong family army would rebel, so at the moment when the holy decree was issued, he swung his knife and didn't leave a single living mouth!

So tragic, so bloodthirsty and ruthless.

Will she believe his nonsense?

It's just that although she was already angry in her heart, she didn't show half of it on her face, and leaned on Yang Mingfeng's shoulder aggrieved and sad.

"I think he complained about my mother, and he couldn't even collect his bones, so he could only set up a death card for him in Fuyuan Temple."

"Madam, you and I are still young, you take care of your body, we will have our own children in the future."

Yang Mingfeng hugged Lin Wanrou distressedly and kissed her gently on the top of her hair.

"Didn't you invite that Divine Doctor Zhao into the house to regulate your body recently? If you like, let her come more often. ”

"In this way, Doctor Zhao will hold a spring banquet tomorrow, invite many people to go, and hand me the post."

"Your body..."

Yang Mingfeng was about to refuse and let her rest at home.

But when she saw the slight regret on Lin Wanrou's face, she immediately changed her words and laughed softly.

"Well, if you like it and really want to go, go ahead. In fact, it's good to go for a walk and take a look, just take a break at that time, but you have to bring people with you. ”

"Don't worry."

Lin Wanrou thanked softly and did not leave.

"My lord, it's late at night, let's rest early."

Lin Wanrou hooked Yang Mingfeng.

Obviously, Yang Mingfeng's breath was suffocated.

Lin Wanrou has been in the house for six years, and it is the first time she has been so active and enthusiastic about him.

"Wan'er..."

He gently grabbed Lin Wanrou's hand and cherished and cherished her to pick her up.

God knows, how long he has to wait for this day!

"Your Excellency, it's time for us to rest."

Lin Wanrou said softly, lowering her eyes slightly, hiding the coldness and disgust in her eyes.

From Yang Mingfeng's point of view, he really just looked shy.

Lin Wanrou had come to search for it when Yang Mingfeng was not there before, and his letters were all stored in a box, and the lock was locked, and the lock was in Yang Mingfeng's arms.

Fortunately, he didn't avoid her too much, perhaps, he thought he hid it well, thinking that she didn't know that the fall of the Dong family had something to do with him.

It's just not clear how much he's involved in this.