Liu Hanyun pulled Mo Yuhou to sit on the soft couch, and said in a low voice: Mrs. said that there is a woman named Shi Niang outside the city, who worked hard to conceive a baby for eight months, but her husband has many concubines, and the concubines slander her husband every day, saying that Shi Niang's child is not her husband's own child, and that she hooked up with someone, and the evidence is conclusive. The husband originally believed in Shi Niang, but many people said that he also doubted Shi Niang, and finally let Shi Niang, who was pregnant, dip in the pig cage.

Probably telling a story, Liu Hanyun is still a little embarrassed: it is not easy for a woman to get pregnant, and she knows that her wife's legs are swollen every day. But it just so happens that there are so many people who love to chew their tongues behind their backs, and Shi Niang in the story is also a virtuous woman, so she was misunderstood by her husband so inexplicably, and she lost her life with her children.

Mo Yuhou was slightly stunned and lowered his eyes: This is really a little pitiful.

Yes, the concubine has been sad for a while. Liu Hanyun said with some uneasiness: Now that I want to come, it is better to go back and continue to be a concubine, the height is too cold, and the concubine does not want to be the next ten mothers.

Ning Yuxuan patted her on the back lightly and said in a low voice: You saved my life, that is, I owe you a lifetime, no matter what others say, I will not hurt your life.

Liu Hanyun smiled bitterly: In this way, the concubine is luckier than others.

Don't think about it so much. Ning Yuxuan said: You just take care of it.

These women are half slanderous, half intercede, really think he is stupid? But Mo Yuhou had to admit that Nie Sangyu still had some means, he almost had to believe Wen Wan's words, but she knew how to tell stories through Liu Hanyun's mouth.

As soon as this story was told, he understood in his heart, isn't it cold from a high place? The concubine of the Hou Mansion in her belly is still staring at by many people.

Ning Mingjie was writing in the Ning Mansion, and the old housekeeper next to him was reading the letter written by Jingwenhou.

Since the Hou Mansion has had a series of good news coming out, Jingwen Hou can't sit still, and wants him to marry the main room, even if he doesn't marry the main room, it's always good to have two side rooms first, right?

Ning Mingjie still went in and out of his left ear and out of his right ear, and after writing a word, he looked at it, and always felt that it was still not as chic as the word when he wrote about to enter the wine.

Is it a question of what to write? Ning Mingjie thought about it, but he still had to take the time to greet the old lady, and by the way, he asked Sang Yu for two poems to write.

Regarding the question of marrying a wife, he is not a concept of seeking true love and never marrying, but it has always been a family motto to start a business and then start a family, hasn't it? Although others think that he is now famous, Ning Mingjie feels that he has not yet reached the point he wants.

got up to change clothes and went out, the maid Luo Qi picked up the handkerchief that fell out of his arms, and a small snow-capped mountain was embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, which was extremely exquisite.

Childe, do you still want to carry this handkerchief?" Luo Qi asked cautiously.

Ning Mingjie glanced at it, nodded, and went out with his hands in his arms.

Today, Mo Yuhou was going to explain the matter to the newly appointed people of the Sixth Ministry, but just as he was about to go out, it rained outside. He stood at the door and watched the drizzling rain, and it was rare that he had the idea of stealing half a day of leisure, and wanted to rest at home for a day.

As soon as he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that in the midst of the rain, a carriage came in a hurry, splashing a pool of stagnant water at the door, causing pedestrians to avoid it.

Why did it suddenly rain so heavily. Chang Shan jumped down from the carriage, held an umbrella and pulled the curtain: Childe.

Ning Mingjie was in a good mood, even if it was a little embarrassing when it rained, he still took the umbrella in Chang Shan's hand with a smile, and quipped: This is really a soup chicken.

Chang Shan hurriedly ran under the eaves, patted the rain around him, and looked up while muttering, and saw Mo Yuhou who seemed to be smiling next to him.

Hou Ye. Chang Shan hurriedly saluted.

Ning Mingjie walked to the door, took the umbrella, and smiled slightly: Yuxuan didn't go out today?

Ning Yuxuan bowed: I want to be idle in the house, and I am so busy every day, and I am also tired.

It's that you're worrying about too many things. Ning Mingjie said with a smile: It's rare to be so cool today, don't think about anything, just enjoy the rain.

Even with an umbrella, he was a lot wet, so Ning Mingjie casually took out the handkerchief and wiped his face and body.

The embroidered handkerchief with the pattern of the snow-capped mountains is not common in this place. Ordinary people embroider handkerchiefs, they like to take flowers, birds, and drawings, Ji Man is tired of embroidering, and he painted the snow mountain to embroider, so it is not a piece of the evening pavilion, Mo Yuhou sent it once, this master can't look down on it, and he hasn't used it.

But now that he saw this handkerchief, Ning Yuxuan recognized it, his heart moved slightly, and he pursed his lips and said: I heard that Mingjie has come to the Hou Mansion several times and I am not there, why don't you go to the old lady today to say hello, and then take advantage of this scenery to write poems and paint?

Ning Mingjie didn't pay much attention to Mo Yuhou's eyes, and it was not bad to listen to this suggestion, but he added a sentence: Speaking of writing poems, let's let Sang Yu come, the poems she reads, I write better than usual, and I don't know why.

Mo Yuhou's eyes sank, and he mumbled, turned around and took the umbrella brought by the porter and walked towards the main courtyard.

Ji Man was talking to the old lady, and her round belly made the old lady very happy, and kept saying: If you can have both children at one time, it will naturally be your greatest creation.

It's that easy. Ji Man smiled: I am a little taller, and it is normal for me to have a big belly, the old lady should not look forward to it too much, otherwise Sang Yu will have to worry every day, for fear that she will not meet the old lady's requirements.

Look at this clever ghost. The old lady turned her head to look at Liu Hanyun and said: I speak with skill, let me not say a word.

Liu Hanyun still sat stiffly, protected his stomach with his hands, and said with a smile: That is, Mrs., can live in this mansion.

The old lady smiled with relief, and when she looked up, she saw Ning Mingjie and Ning Yuxuan coming to greet her with a smile: Look at what day it is, Mingjie is here.

Ji Man followed the old lady's gaze, and the two men walked in, both with smiles on their faces, and greeted the old lady. But I don't know why, the smile on Ning Yuxuan's face, how she thinks it's a bit fake.

It's rare that the two of you can walk together. The old lady smiled and said: Let's eat together at noon, I'll let the next person prepare.

Ning Mingjie responded, Ning Yuxuan turned his head and said to her: It's raining outside, it happens to be quite poetic, and we will go to write poems and paint with Mingjie later.

Ji Man raised his eyebrows and nodded. She is kept in her room by licorice and wicks every day, and being able to go out and move is also good for the fetus.

The gazebo in the garden in the courtyard came in handy again, and Ji Man was almost carried by licorice and wicks, and it was raining, and the road was slippery, and the two girls were very cautious. When she arrived at the pavilion, she also checked inside and out before taking a soft chair for her to sit down.

Ji Man couldn't cry or laugh, and felt warm in her heart, these two maids who didn't know anything were better to her than anyone else.

The gazebo was not a big place, only the licorice was left to help with the ink, and the others retreated to their respective places. Ji Man watched the rain fall from the eaves of the gazebo, took a deep breath, and was in a good mood.

Mo Yuhou set the table and began to draw, Ning Mingjie took the brush, but looked at her and said, "Please give Madame two more poems."

Ji Man is a little embarrassed, it's all someone else's, she's plagiarism, immoral, immoral.

I still remember a poem written by someone else, which is not long but has a lot of meaning. Ji Man said with a smile: I still read it, and the young master will write it.

Good. Ning Mingjie smiled and nodded.

Mo Yuhou's back was a little stiff, and he pursed his lips, but he didn't make a sound.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. Ji Man read out this poem with the posture of a primary school student shaking his head, and Ning Mingjie followed the pen, one stroke at a time, all of which were elegant spring love.

It's really the right time. He looked at the fallen flowers in the soil of the garden on one side, and sighed: "One night of wind and rain, how many flowers have fallen."

Ji Man glanced at Ning Yuxuan, and felt that something was wrong in his heart, this person has always been extremely possessive, she was so poetic with the young master, and in front of him, it was a little inappropriate. But he didn't say a word, and Ning Mingjie, who was simple-minded and had low emotional intelligence, didn't realize it at all.

After the poem was written, the painting of Mo Yuhou was only half painted. The rain is about to stop.

Ning Mingjie looked at the sky and said with a smile: There will be sunny tomorrow, and I have to give a poem, this trip is really pleasant.

Licorice put down the graphite with a red face, and said in a low voice: The young master's words are really beautiful.

Ning Mingjie smiled slightly, dried the words he had just written, handed them to the licorice and said, "Then I'll give it to you."

Licorice's whole face was red, and he took the rice paper he handed over with a little trembling hands, and said inarticulate with excitement: Thank you young master, the slave will definitely take it and frame it.

Ning Mingjie laughed.

Ji Man got up and wanted to see what Mo Yuhou was painting, but he kept silent, and glanced at her from time to time, but he had an unhappy expression on my uncle's face. Ji Man didn't know where to provoke him, but seeing that his expression was better now, he wanted to ask for a close.

Unexpectedly, this guy directly kneaded the painted things into a ball, and said unsatisfactorily: If the painting is not good, this one is invalid.

What is Hou Ye painting? Ji Man asked curiously.

A flower. Ning Yuxuan stuffed the drawing paper into his sleeve, stood up and said lightly: The flowers hit by the rain are too ugly, and they are really not easy to paint.

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