Chapter 199

"Niang Niang." Ever since he picked up Chengqing and returned home, this kid finally clings to Mu Xiyao, and makes Mu Xiyao, who usually falls behind Zong Zhenglin, very happy.

"Brother, I'm hungry." As he spoke, he pointed his finger in front of Chengyou.

Ouch, you little idiot. Not to mention that your younger brother just finished grabbing food with his father, so he is not hungry. Even if you are hungry, you don't need to push yourself up to it.

"Chengqing, good boy, my brother is still young, so he's not hungry." Mu Xiyao has always been picky and lazy, and she always kept things simple when explaining to Baozi. Quickly stopped him from moving, hugged him and teased him to tell stories.

Cheng Qing looked back at Cheng You who was bubbling with his eyes open, and frowned for a while, before finally being unable to resist the temptation, he lay quietly and obediently in Mu Xiyao's arms.

Xiao Baozi is a little bit big, and he can't take care of himself, but he is very happy with Chengyou, a milk doll. Since returning to the mansion, I discovered this new "fun thing", and the time of arguing to play wild in the yard has become less and less. It's okay to just stand on tiptoe on the cradle and look around, telling Mu Xiyao from time to time, "My brother is ugly", "My brother is shy", "My brother is lazy". All kinds of tricks emerged one after another, causing Mu Xiyao to be overwhelmed.

When Zong Zhenglin entered the room, Mu Xiyao was speaking dryly and her throat was burning.

"Father." Cheng Qing saw Zong Zhenglin, and was as joyous as ever. Zong Zhenglin stretched out his long arms and took the person. Before he could speak to Mu Xiyao, he heard his son yell loudly, "Mother, Daddy is big. You are hungry, feed grandma."

Mu Xiyao was embarrassed. This ghost, by analogy, doesn't mean to embarrass his mother like this, does he?

"Jiaojiao taught my son in this way?" Zong Zhenglin saw the little woman's face flushed, and gave her a meaningful look.

Mu Xiyao was teased face to face, she snatched Cheng Qing over in embarrassment, and sent the troublemaker away in the nurse's arms. Turning around and looking at Zong Zhenglin again, he already had a bright smile on his face.

"Your Highness, have some tea." Serving Zongzheng Lin's favorite Junshan Maofeng, he couldn't believe that he couldn't stop the man's mouth.

Sure enough, His Highness the Sixth Highness was always serious when drinking tea, and he didn't joke with others.

After Zong Zhenglin finished drinking the cup, the turmoil of making fun of Mu Xiyao was over.

After dinner, while Mu Xiyao was waiting for him to wash his mouth, Zong Zhenglin said something out of the blue, making the room instantly quiet.

"Yang Guokang died suddenly. He will be mourned in three days."

Mu Xiyao stared at her eyes without blinking. Yang Guokang is dead? The mourning will be held in three days, so does it mean that the seven-day suspension is useless? It is truly unprecedented that the son-in-law of the Great Wei ended in such a careless way.

"Can you find out the reason?" Who would believe that this person disappeared suddenly? Before, Zong Zhengying asked people to seek medical treatment and medicine in private, and Yang Guokang even let a girl have a baby. It is not credible to say that such a dragon is so fierce and a tiger dies suddenly. Smart people just watch this farce and wait for the truth to emerge.

Zong Zhenglin waved away the servants around him, stroked his fingers and spoke without hesitation. "To the outside world, it was said that he died of wind, cold and high fever, but in fact... he died of spermatorrhea."

Mu Xiyao fixed her eyes on him, her small mouth was half-opened, completely shocked. This way of dying...a glory that astonishes the past and the present.

Coughing twice, clearing her throat, suppressing her face and gloating, Mu Xiyao leaned close to Zong Zhenglin's side, hugging his arm with a look of longing. "Zong Zhengying jumped the wall in a hurry?" The woman beat the pregnant girl until she had a miscarriage and lay in bed, and had a big fight with Yang Guokang. At that time, the incident came to the Queen Mother. Unfortunately, in her confinement, there was no Catch up on the fun.

Knocking on her forehead, Zong Zhenglin hugged her sideways.

"The medicine in the hook should be taken by Yang Guokang himself. In the end, he was found lifeless, and he was in the servant's room."

Waves of shock beat each other. Mu Xiyao felt that Yang Guokang would vomit blood whoever met him.

"What's Zong Zhengying's reaction? Could it be that she cried bitterly?"

"Jiaojiao thinks it's possible?" He, the fourth sister, has been strong all her life, even after her son-in-law is dead, she is still tyrannical and hard to beat. "The boy was beaten to death, and the body was tied up and buried with Yang Guokang."

I go! The tigress is really no small matter. No wonder the mourning was rushed after less than seven days of suspension. If the stalemate continues like this, there may be more corpses in the coffin. That miscarried maid will definitely not be able to escape...

"The queen mother doesn't care?" It's useless to let her go on like this, saying it's a cold. Others were eager to cover up their ugliness, but Zong Zhengying saw it openly and was very generous.

"I'm holding someone to watch the coffin." The husband had to press the mistress of the house to barely complete the ceremony, which is too shameful.

Mu Xiyao imagined that scene and was amazed at Zong Zhengying's ability. Among the royal relatives of the Great Wei Dynasty, this incident was considered to be the first time in the history of the world. I don't know if the historian is brave enough. If it is recorded in the book, she will be considered famous through the ages.

"If you make such a mess, you still have to go to pay condolences?" Instead of mourning, it would be more appropriate to say watching a joke up close.

"Comprehensive etiquette, but you can't save it. Only the Yang family is kneeling outside the Zhengde Gate to ask the old man to make the decision, and wants Zong Zhengying to observe the festival for her deceased husband."

No wonder. Inexplicably lost his son, no one can think about it. I thought that although the Princess Shang had cut off her future, at least she had a good-looking appearance, shining brightly on her family. Unexpectedly, it ended up like this, and there was no one to die under the knees.

In addition to the maid incident that happened not long ago, it was also Zong Zhengying's fault to put this matter in front of Emperor Yuan Cheng.

Mu Xiyao leaned against Zong Zhenglin's arms and muttered. There are so many resentful couples in this world, even the royal princess can't escape being vulgar. Fortunately, she had mixed luck. Although the marriage was arranged by the great god, but fortunately the pit was not too deep, so she tried her best to stay afloat, and she lived a comfortable life this day.

"Your Highness, this concubine suddenly felt that it was not wrong for the draft to enter your house at that time." Hypocritical, really hypocritical! It's more than just not being wronged, it's quite a match, just a good fate.

Zong Zhenglin didn't realize that Mu Xiyao's sudden emotion was the kind thing he was usually most willing to hear, but at this moment he could think of it, why is Mu Xiyao's head spinning?

"Jiaojiao, I'm glad you didn't become a widow after following this hall?" Zong Zhenglin guessed what she was thinking, and his face turned black first.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking nonsense. This concubine feels that His Highness treats my concubine very well, so I sincerely express my gratitude."

Are you saying thank you? Picked a time to discuss mourning for others? Zong Zhenglin's eyelids twitched, and the palm touching her back was a little stiff.

Although it's good that the woman in his arms is special, but sometimes, it's not a bad thing to be normal.

"Your Highness, do you want to go all day tomorrow, or just go back? You can tell my concubine, so I can be prepared." Going to Zong Zhengying's site, Mu Xiyao didn't expect to be safe and sound, and returned smoothly. government.

Zong Zhenglin understood what she meant, and stroked Mu Xiyao's hair, as if to comfort her. "It's only one morning, and I'll be back before noon." Thinking about Zong Zhengying's delicate temper, Zong Zhenglin narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned close to her ear and whispered instructions.

At first, Mu Xiyao was a little awkward because of the vague touch of the man in her ear, but she was amused by Zong Zhenglin's words to protect her and teach her how to deal with it. There was a lot of joy in Lin's arms.