The second young master of the Qinghou Mansion was bitten by a dog for preventing the people of the county lord of Mingyue from retrieving his dowry, and the matter of being bitten by a dog soon reached the ears of the emperor..The fastest update visit: щщщ.79XS.сОΜ .

Looking at the excerpt handed over by the Marquis Qing to change the title of viscount, the emperor's eyes were full of ironic coldness.

"Don't be in a hurry......," the emperor slowly lost his fold, and said to the Qinghou Ye, "You first repair my imperial mausoleum, especially Concubine Ying's ......"

The old marquis lowered his head and could only take orders.

If the emperor does not approve his excerpts, there is no way to change the position of the prince to the head of the second young master Qing Jinzhi.

Even if he was summoned to the palace, the emperor only mentioned the matter of repairing the imperial mausoleum, and kept urging, so that he often couldn't go back to the palace at night.

Out of the palace, the old marquis learned that all the old men in the clan had arrived, and some people went to the village outside the city to send a letter to Qing Moyan and asked him to come to the house.

The old marquis took a deep breath.

At this point, he could only remove Qing Moyan from the family tree.

Fortunately, not many people knew about the Lu family, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Back in the house, a steward had already opened the ancestral hall, and all the clansmen followed into the ancestral hall and sat on both sides.

The second young master was wearing a new brocade robe, looking refreshed, if he didn't know, he couldn't see that he was bitten by a dog a few days ago.

"Hasn't Qing Moyan arrived yet?" someone asked the housekeeper.

"The letter has already been delivered. The steward replied.

Everyone drank tea for a while and changed the hot water again, but they still didn't see Qing Moyan enter the house.

"Let's take a look, why hasn't it arrived yet?" the old marquis was also impatient.

The steward had to go out and check it out.

In the city, the green and inky carriage is leisurely driving around the city.

Ru Xiaonan pillowed on his 'legs' and slept soundly.

"Master. "The voice of Xuan 'Yu' came from outside the carriage, "The Qinghou Mansion has sent someone to inquire again." ”

"There's no hurry. Qing Moyan said lightly, removed the book in his hand, and looked down at Ru Xiaonan, who was sleeping on his 'lap'.

For some reason, the little thing has been particularly lethargic these days, and he can't help but think of the first few times she suddenly grew up.

Is she going to grow up again?

In the past, he was looking forward to this kind of growth, but now, he has a faint uneasiness.

He didn't want her to grow up too fast, her lifespan was only thirteen or four years, but he was too greedy and wanted to keep her by his side.

"A little more round. Qing Moyan commanded.

Xuan 'Yu' looked at the steward who came to check on the Qinghou Mansion, and said to the coachman with an expressionless face, "The master has a life, go around for a while." ”

The steward of Qinghou Mansion almost cried.

My lord, it's just a cup of tea from here to Qinghou Mansion, you have to go around for a while, what do you want to make trouble, the old men in the house are waiting.

The carriage slowly circled the city.

Qing Moyan lost the book, leaned back on the cushion and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Smelling the faint musk fragrance around me, there is only tranquility in my heart.

He knew that today was the last time he stepped into the big 'gate' of the Qinghou Mansion, and from then on, he was finally able to get rid of this nightmare that haunted him.

It's just that he originally thought that his mood would be 'excited', or with some anticipation and nervousness.

But when he leaned against the little things around him, he realized that he didn't care about these things for a long time.

The only thing he cared about was her beside him.

The carriage walked around the city for more than half an hour, until Ru Xiaonan opened her eyes sleepily, and Qing Moyan ordered Xuan 'Yu' to park the car in front of the 'gate' of Qinghou Mansion.

The steward raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat on the 'door' of his head, and trotted all the way into the ancestral hall to report the news.

Ru Xiaonan was still a little unconscious, 'confused' and 'confused' snuggled up to Qing Moyan's body, and said suspiciously: "Have I slept for a long time?"

Qing Moyan opened his sleeves and grabbed her shoulders, "No." ”

Xuan 'Yu' and others secretly looked sideways.

I have never seen the master hurt so much, and he said no, the people on the Hou Mansion side are about to get into the house.

There was silence in the ancestral hall.

Qing Moyan took Ru Xiaonan into the 'door'.

The second young master happened to be sitting at the 'door', and when he saw the two of them coming in, he immediately said sarcastically: "Shaoqing came really slowly, we thought you were embarrassed to come to see everyone, but you changed your mind halfway and went back." ”

Qing Moyan held Ru Xiaonan's shoulder with one hand, and walked over in front of the second young master without squinting.

The smiling face of the second young master froze.

The other party didn't bother to deal with him at all, which made him unable to say all the words that followed.

In the past, he was afraid of Qing Moyan because he was his eldest brother and the son of the family, but now Qing Moyan has nothing to be afraid of.

He is nothing.

Yes, even Shaoqing's position was temporarily asked by the emperor to act as his agent.

Qing Moyan is no longer the Shaoqing of Dali Temple who called for wind and rain before, and he doesn't need to be afraid of him anymore.

Thinking of this, he stood up suddenly, "Qing Moyan, your lady set the dog and bit me, don't you plan to have a 'handover' for me?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the second young master in unison.

Xuan 'Yu' and his men stood outside the 'door', holding the sword in his arms, sneering.

"Second young master, it was the county lord's dog that bit you, what did you ask my master to give you?"

The second young master scolded Xuan 'Yu' angrily, "Stop, this is the ancestral hall of Qinghou Mansion, where is the place where you can talk!"

Xuan 'Yu' leaned over slightly while holding the sword in his arms, "Second master, my subordinates are also considered to be high-level military attaches in Dali Temple, although my master doesn't care about this, but his subordinates are people who want to be faced, no matter how humiliating you are, your subordinates have to find a place to ask for an explanation." ”

The second young master was stunned, because Xuan 'Yu' followed Qing Moyan's side all the year round, so he had long been accustomed to treating the other party as a slave in the house, and when he heard him say this, he remembered that Xuan 'Yu' was also a high-ranking official in Dali Temple.

The old marquis frowned.

He just wanted to solve today's matter quickly, and he didn't want his son to think about being able to do it in front of Qing Moyan.

It's really a joke, what kind of person is Qing Moyan, even if he lends his son two heads, he can't play with Qing Moyan.

Qing Moyan took Ru Xiaonan in her arms, walked through everyone, and walked to the top position, standing in front of the old marquis.

"Get out of the way. Qingmoyan's lips opened lightly, and he spit out two words lightly.

What the?

The eyes of everyone present all 'revealed' their surprise that could not be concealed.

They all know that Qing Moyan is tough, but shouldn't this time be the most embarrassing time for him, not to mention his identity, he has become a "wild seed" in people's mouths, why is he still so strong.

"Get out of the way. Qing Moyan said again.

The old marquis came back to his senses at this time, and his body subconsciously stood up.

Qing Moyan's sleeves waved lightly, and led Ru Xiaonan to sit in the seat of the old marquis just now.

Everyone was shocked.

They actually sat in the top position of the ancestral hall, sitting in the host and guest seats.