The fourth year of the empress, the third day of the fifth month.

The first rays of sunlight shone down in the morning, and Chen Chao, who was leaning on the head of the bed, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were reluctant to take his eyes off the woman who was wearing a skirt next to him, and the several shocking whip marks on his body had not completely dissipated.

"Just go?" Chen Chao raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Or else? Your ladies are coming over today, what am I doing here? Look at your wives and concubines, and you and me? Chu Yunmei asked rhetorically.

After glancing at Chen Chaohou, she skillfully put on her little clothes, picked up the black dress that fell to the ground, and was about to put it on and leave, and Chen Chao had been warm for so many days, looking for joy every day, and she was not a woman who was not contented.

Now, she feels full of energy, first go back to get the investment banking thing done, and then start the industrial revolution that Chen Chao talked about.

Waiting for these two things to be done well is another great achievement.

She still doesn't believe it, the princes don't give her a promotion, let alone give her a household secretary, which is a step away from her dream of Zaifu.

One day, she will become the first female prime minister in history!

"That sounds a little vinegary......"

Chen Chao stretched out his hand, took Chu Yunmei into his arms, reached out and gently scraped the bridge of her nose, and smiled dotingly:

"Jealous?"

"Am I jealous? I didn't. Chu Yunmei shook his head and denied it.

"I also said that I was not jealous, and my mouth was about to pout to the sky......" Chen Chao smiled and reached into his small coat to catch the round and plump bullet.

The key point was caught by the man's big hand, Chu Yunmei exclaimed, and his body softened suddenly.

Chen Chao put his lips to Chu Yunmei's ear and whispered: "Don't worry, I have already asked Red Sleeves to go to check the king of Jiang, if he has a problem, I will not let him go, as soon as he dies, I will marry you back to the mansion, how about it?" ”

Chu Yunmei took a deep breath, her face was red, and the man's hand seemed to have a magical power, which made her exclaim, "Don't, don't rub it...... I, I believe you can't make it, you let go......"

"It's pretty much the same, good, you're not allowed to be jealous in the future......" Chen Chao withdrew his big hand, cupped her face, and kissed her solemnly on the forehead:

"In my place, you are all the same, and you are no different from Qingwan and them."

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yunmei's heart warmed.

Wrapping his arms around Chen Chao's neck and covering his lips, "With your words, I will be content." ”

"Alright, I'm leaving.

"Well, slow down on the road." Chen Chao beckoned to her, and reluctantly watched Chu Yunmei leave the room and sit back down as her strong woman, the household servant!

Only here in Chen Chao will she take off her guard and become a little woman.

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Prime Minister's Mansion, Back Hall.

In the mourning hall, the atmosphere here is as heavy and depressing as ever, a coffin is placed in the center, and people come to mourn every day, although Chen Chao has been dead for a long time, but there is an endless stream of mourners.

Chen Chao's lineage, his parents died, no brothers and sisters, now that Chen Chao is dead, the incense of the old Chen family is almost broken, leaving a few widowed ladies and two sons and a daughter at a young age, which is really embarrassing and sighing.

After Fang Xiu mourned, he sighed: "Chen Xiang passed away in the prime of life, it's a pity, the old man and Chen Tongchao have been officials for many years, and they are also enemies and friends, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it......"

When a group of women kneeling on the ground heard this, they sobbed quietly, holding handkerchiefs to hide their tears, and they were sad.

"Ladies please mourn!" After Fang Xiu finished speaking, he left in silence.

It's just that Fang Xiu had just left the mourning hall with his front foot, and the crying in the mourning hall on his back foot stopped all of a sudden, and he listened faintly, and there was even laughter.

？？？

Fang Xiu's mind was full of question marks, and he turned his head in confusion.

I saw that the ladies of the Chen Dynasty were still holding handkerchiefs to cover their tears, crying sadly, and the death of the Chen Dynasty hit them too hard.

Auditory hallucinations, must have been auditory hallucinations......

Fang Xiu persuaded himself over and over again in his heart, and then slowly left the Prime Minister's Mansion with his back bent and his hands behind his back.

After Fang Xiu's figure disappeared completely, suddenly, several ladies of the Chen Dynasty led by Song Qingwan burst into tears and laughed, and they really couldn't hold back.

"No, no, no, I can't squeeze out tears, it's so hard to act......"

"Scholar Fang is really, he comes every three or five times, and he is not too tired when he is old......

When I went to look, there was no sadness on the faces of several women, replaced by joy, and if I looked closely, it looked like her husband had just died, and it was clear that she was acting for outsiders, and the tears on her face were simply squeezed out.

Song Qingwan saw her sisters like this, and pressed her hands down, so that they were all more restrained, and someone would come to condolence for a while, don't show your stuff.

The morning sun is just right, the bright sunlight is slanting in, Rao is Song Qingwan, the eldest sister, is also full of smiles on her face, her eyebrows are bent, and when she sees her sisters like this, the joy on her face becomes more and more intense.

The reason why they acted for outsiders was because a few days ago, Yue'e, who came back suddenly, brought back a bombshell news-

Their husband is not dead!

Chen Chao is not dead, he is alive and well.

Now they are in the Nanshan Manor outside the city, waiting for them to go and reunite with their husbands and wives.

At that time, all the women were shocked, including her, their eyes widened in disbelief.

But she knows very well that Yue'e is a human being, Yue'e will not lie to her, their husband is really not dead, and he has returned from Qin.

After a few breaths, Murong Yue, who was kneeling with Song Qingwan, gently touched Song Qingwan with her elbow, and asked in a low voice, "Eldest sister, when are we going to Nanshan Manor?" I can't wait. ”

Several other women also looked at Song Qingwan, Song Qingwan was their eldest sister, and she had to make up her mind.

"I can't go now, there are many people who come to mourn, Xiangye wants us to keep a secret for him, if we leave at this time, we are not in the Prime Minister's Mansion, outsiders should be suspicious...... Sunset, sunset, let's go again, before the gates are locked. Song Qingwan thought for a while and said.

The other women listened and nodded.

They took a deep breath and continued to play the role of their newly deceased husbands, and every time someone came to mourn, they squeezed out a few tears in their eyes to express their grief.

It's just that the expectation and smile in their eyes can't hide it, they can't wait to meet their husbands at night.

Song Qingwan turned her head to look at the few sisters kneeling beside her, only to feel that the future days had changed from darkness to light, after this incident, she found that not only she could not do without Chen Chao, but also several younger sisters, their husbands were their heaven.

In fact, when she learned of Chen Chao's death, Song Qingwan was disillusioned and really wanted to go with Chen Chao and be a husband and wife in Huangquan.

But she can't, she still has children, and children are the only hope to support her life.

But there are still sisters who did not give birth to children for Chen Chao, such as red beans, Song Qingwan really doesn't know how she survived, what kind of faith supported her to survive.

After this incident, Song Qingwan made up her mind in her heart, she must let her sisters add more heirs to the house, both boys and girls.

It's best for a younger sister to give birth to three or four, and five or six is not too much......

Now there are only three children in the house, which is really a little little.