urge Zhao to marry

Chapter 137 The Old Ones 3
Zhou Qingwan was in pain from being smashed, but now she understood that the only one who could save her was her mother-in-law, so she knelt on the ground and hugged her leg and cried: "Auntie, you spared me, I really didn't want to hurt my cousin And my cousin, I just want to play tricks on my sister-in-law, woo woo woo..."

She was really scared now, there are too many ways to make a woman disappear in a high-end mansion.

My aunt usually treats herself well, but compared with her own son, her weight is not enough.

And it's useless even if you don't admit it, you can find it out soon.

Looking at the indifferent eyes of the eldest cousin, she really regrets her bowels, so she can only confess honestly: "Mother, brother, I was also fooled by others..."

Mo Xiuyu immediately asked people to arrest people according to her instructions, and then looked at the mother above him indifferently and said, "Mother, I know that you despise Minxuan's natal family, but she is the daughter-in-law that Mingmei is marrying. The mother of your three grandchildren."

"People's hearts are biased, but mother, you can't be too biased."

"If it wasn't for my mother's preference for my cousin, my cousin wouldn't be so courageous."

"Furthermore, the state owns the state laws, and the family has family rules. Even if the mother is not a son, she should think more about the empress."

"If the mother really loves the cousin, the son is willing to give up the position of the son..."

Mrs. Mo blushed at what her eldest son said, angry and anxious and angry: "What nonsense are you talking about, are you trying to force me to death?"

Every word the eldest son speaks punishes his heart.

He said that he seemed to know how to help his mother's family.

He even dared to say that there is no distinction between his age and age, and it would be as if it would discredit the empress if it was spread out.

She naturally also understands that although her daughter is an expensive queen, the prince she gave birth to is only 14 years old, and the Holy Majesty has not yet appointed a prince. Absolutely will not let go of this good opportunity.

But she also knew in her heart that what happened this time was indeed Zhou Qingwan's mistake, and no matter how partial she was, she might make the boss feel cold.

"Qingwan is your direct cousin after all." Madam Mo's eyes turned red, "Just a month of confinement, and she won't be the housekeeper anymore. Are you satisfied with this?"

Mo Xiuhe was not happy, and spoke first: "Mother, are you still partial? If we hadn't found out early, my eldest brother and I would have died. Could it be that we picked it up? Or was it born by my aunt? Don't take us seriously?"

Mrs. Mo, who had always favored her youngest son, was so angry that her eyes went dark, she couldn't breathe, and she passed out.

Mo Xiuyu was also taken aback. He was afraid that something might happen to his mother, so he hurried to check her breathing, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted outside: "Please call the doctor!"

After finishing speaking, he glared at his younger brother again: "Don't be disrespectful to mother."

If word spreads that my younger brother faints, then he will be ruined in the future.

What's more, although the younger brother is a bit of a dandy, there is nothing to say about being good to his elder brother.

Like now, he also said everything he wanted to say but didn't dare to say.

So Mo Xiuyu stared at Zhou Qingwan who was still lying at his mother's feet and sneered: "You are really powerful, you literally knocked my mother out of breath."

Zhou Qingwan was forced to take a scapegoat, but she looked at the evil in her big cousin's eyes, and she didn't dare to refute at all, and she had to follow his words and confessed in tears: "Yes, it was my fault, I made my mother suffer. Pass out."

"Since you know you're wrong, it's not hopeless, so you should be confined for three months and go to the Small Buddha Hall to copy the scriptures for two hours every morning and evening, which can be regarded as self-cultivation."

Mo Xiuyu looked down at her and warned: "Zhou Qingwan, for the sake of uncle and mother this time, I won't pursue it any further, but if there is a next time, I swear, I will chop off your hands and feet myself!"

Zhou Qingwan was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground.

She knew he was serious.

She was so scared that she lay on the ground and cried: "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, woo woo woo..."

The big cousin was really scary, she regretted that she provoked him, and she also began to rejoice that she was still alive.

...

Mu Zhaozhao looked at the exquisite lotus-seed rice-sized South Pearl jewelry in the small box with bright eyes, and after admiring each piece, he sighed: "After all, it is Cheng'en Gongfu, with rich heritage and rich wealth."

It's a pity that I don't have a lot of jewelry, so I might as well give a silver ticket.

Although Mu Zhaozhao didn't say the last words, but when Nanny Wen heard this, she couldn't breathe well. Didn't she teach her to be greedy for money?

She took a deep breath and said word by word: "Miss, you don't care about people when you are greedy for wine, you don't care about yourself when you are greedy for sex, and you don't care about your family if you are greedy for money. You haven't forgotten, right?"

Mu Zhaozhao immediately came back to his senses, and said solemnly: "What Mammy said is that courtesy is light and affection is important, not to mention this ceremony is also heavy."

Hey, Mother Wen is good at everything, but sometimes she is a little pedantic.

Nanny Wen didn't want her to treat money like dung, she just hoped that she wouldn't look at money and just look happy.

She moved her mouth, but in the end she didn't ask anything.

It's not normal for the Cheng'en government to invite the three young ladies to a banquet, not to mention the generous gifts after the banquet. If there is nothing wrong with it, Nanny Wen would dare to bet that she would twist her head off and serve her as a ball Kick.

However, she also knows that there are some things that she cannot get to the bottom of.

Just remind her to pay more attention when going out, so as not to be calculated by others.

Mu Zhaozhao nodded in a very educated way this time. She also felt that she had been unlucky recently, and she had something to do four out of five times. She felt that she should ask the Bodhisattva to bless her.

Of course, she was confident in her heart that the Bodhisattva would definitely bless her.

Otherwise, how could I live my life again?You can also have warning dreams, so that you can find your parents in time.

Thinking about it this way, she doesn't blame the Chen family that much anymore.

If it weren't for Mrs. Chen and the others who like to punish themselves for making incense, copying scriptures, reciting scriptures and worshiping Buddha, then the Bodhisattva would not bless themselves.

That night, Mu Zhaozhao, who was asleep, had a nightmare.

In the dream, she saw that the concubine Shi Zi was rejected by her mother-in-law and run over by her younger sister-in-law. She gradually lost weight, but her stomach slowly bulged.

I also saw that Shi Zi was busy during the day, and would talk with Shi Zifei at night, occasionally rest in the study, and also go to Tongfang.

There is also the prince who also likes the Yaotai dream incense made of ayahuasca flowers, and finally lost his mind. He saw the third brother talking with his concubine, but in his eyes they were flirting, yes Cuckold yourself.

At that moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he drew his sword and stabbed at his own brother.

The unlucky Mo Xiuhe just greeted his sister-in-law curiously, whether he wanted to add a little nephew or a little niece to him, but was innocently stabbed by his own brother.

Fortunately, he was only seriously injured, but his life was saved.

But the concubine Shizi was frightened, and she had signs of premature delivery immediately, and the delivery was not smooth, and she died twice.

Now the incense used by Mo Xiuyu was also found out by the doctor.

However, the fact that he stabbed his own younger brother was also revealed by those who cared. He was also suspected of having neurological problems and brain problems, referred to as neuropathy.

In the end, the prince was involved.

Because a minister said that this neuropathy would be hereditary, and Mo Xiuyu was the prince's direct uncle with the same blood, and for the sake of the Daqing Dynasty's Jiangshan Sheji, he asked the holy majesty to change the prince.

In order not to drag the prince down, Mo Xiuyu must be transferred to a remote place.

In order to calm things down, the Duke finally agreed to his son and let him take his grandchildren away from home...

Mu Zhaozhao opened his eyes suddenly, feeling his back was covered with sweat, and he could still feel his heart beating wildly.

She didn't know why she dreamed of the horrifying scene of the imperial concubine's fragrance disappearing. What made her even more excited was that she dreamed that the seventh prince was the prince.

If this is true, then I will definitely hug Shi Zifei's thigh tightly in the future.

Unfortunately, Shi Zifei didn't know that not only did he save her today, but he also saved her and the child in her stomach.

Hey, I have done a great good thing, but I can't let others know, I feel a bit too bad.

Two days later, Mrs. Su also brought her two daughters-in-law to visit Mrs. Meng. They also came to see their daughter and grandchildren, and brought Su Hui back by the way.

The two families were originally relatives-in-law and good family friends, so Mrs. Meng left them for lunch before going back.

The female relatives sat together, not talking about the marriage of the younger generation, but talking about gossip, and it was enjoyable.

It was rare for Mu Zhaozhao to meet Su Hui who had the same hobbies as him, and he accompanied her back to pack her luggage: "Huihui, can you stay a few more days?"

Su Hui looked regretful: "Wait until next year? Now it's the Chinese New Year, and there are many things at home, so I have to go back and help."

Mu Zhaozhao understood in no time that Su Hui was going to find her husband's family too, and now she also had to be a housekeeper. Not only could she practice her skills, but she would also gain a good reputation when she spread the word.

Speaking of which, it was too late for her to discuss marriage.

Even if the noble girls in the capital are only married at the age of seventeen or eighteen, they usually start seeing each other from the age of thirteen or fourteen.

Even himself, who is only 16 years old after the new year, has already got a marriage contract with Meng Yu.

Mu Zhaozhao blinked at her, and smiled mischievously: "When the spring blossoms next year, there will be more banquets, and we will meet more often."

All kinds of banquets are a good time for the elders to look after their children and grandchildren.

Su Hui also heard her implication, but she was not shy. Instead, she said openly: "Yes, my grandmother and mother have already taken a look at several companies, and they should be able to settle down next year."

Then he asked her instead: "You have a marriage contract with the crown prince, have you prepared the New Year's gift? I think it would be appropriate for you to prepare some clothes, shoes and socks for the crown prince."

Mu Zhaozhao was instantly depressed: "If you don't mention this, we can continue to be good sisters."

It's not that she doesn't know that she knows nine tricks about her daughter... nothing at all.

Mint, who was helping to pack the luggage, couldn't help laughing: "Miss Cousin, Miss has already prepared some handkerchiefs for the son."

Now that they have followed Mu Zhaozhao for a long time, their personal servants all know that the lady has a good temper, and dare to say a few witty words.

Zisu also echoed: "Fortunately, the prince also likes to use plain handkerchiefs!"

Well, now everyone understands that Mu Zhaozhao's annual ceremony is really worry-free, and there is nothing embroidered on the handkerchief.

(End of this chapter)