Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Chapter 353 The apostle enters the mansion, the prince is on the way

"When the rain comes down, we can act." Huai Xinmei lay in the arms of the apostle, her red lips curled up viciously.

The apostle put his arms around her slender waist and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Everything is ready, just waiting for this storm.

Inside the Hou Mansion.

Wuzhen knelt in front of the Buddhist hall, and Cuizhi came in from the outside. At this time, the wind and rain were raging outside the house, and the sky turned into a dim yellow.

Cuizhi finally closed the door, tidied up her messy hair, and walked towards Wuzhen: "Ma'am."

Wuzhen clasped his hands together, and there was still a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his wrist. He hummed and opened his eyes.

"How? Is that wicked barrier still unwilling to obey?"

Cuizhi lowered her head: "Master Xiaohou said that everything owed to you has been repaid, and it will have nothing to do with the Houfu from now on."

After hearing this, Wuzhen snorted coldly: "It's unreasonable. I haven't heard that children can repay all the kindness of their parents. She must have been bewitched by Yan Wanqing to say such outrageous words to hurt me. With this motherly heart, if she is still in the old Houye, she might be so angry."

Cuizhi listened to Wuzhen complaining, but kept silent.

I saw Wuzhen standing up slowly, with an angry face, and a stern light flashed in his eyes: "Since that's the case, don't blame me, a mother, for being cruel. When necessary, if she doesn't listen to persuasion, you can go and kill her." Get that thing out."

"Madam..." Cui Zhi frowned slightly: "Really?"

It was the Gu that Wuzhen used to restrain Huaiyu. The holy relic in the whole northern border, the mother Gu was placed on Wuzhen, and the child Gu was placed on Huaiyu.

When the child Gu dies, the mother Gu will not be implicated in any way.

And the mother Gu can decide the life and death of the child Gu anytime and anywhere.

Back then, when Wuzhen laid the Gu on the infant Huaiyu, only Cuizhi was present, and she was the one who kept the connection and bond between the mother-child Gu.

She really didn't expect Wuzhen to be so heartless, and she was still sighing in her heart.

Wuzhen has already walked in front of Cuizhi: "Do you love her?"

"Slaves don't dare!" Cuizhi immediately knelt on the ground.

Wu Zhen looked down at her expressionlessly: "Madam I know that you grew up watching that girl, it's normal for you to feel compassion, but don't forget Cuizhi, your life is still alive." In whose hands?"

Cuizhi turned pale upon hearing this.

She lowered her head: "Everything is under Madam's arrangement."

"Is there any news about the other matter?" This pawn can already be discarded.

Right now, all she cares about is where her son is.

As long as he comes back, she can rest assured.

"There is news that people have appeared in Beijiang City, but there is no news about who looks like exactly who, but our people have begun to investigate in the city these days. If anyone looks similar to Mrs. Xiaohouye Yes, we will be notified as soon as possible."

Listening to Cuizhi's report, Wuzhen was a little impatient: "Increase the manpower, the northern border is so big, and it takes so much effort to check everyone, Cuizhi, you are getting worse and worse."

"Madam taught me that it was the servant's dereliction of duty."

Seeing the obedient Cuizhi, Wuzhen became more and more irritable: "It's alright, alright, get out."

Cui Zhi bowed her head and backed out, closing the door.

Wuzhen turned around and put his palms together and prayed to the Buddha statue: "Believers are willing to live ten years, please Buddha to bless my son to return home safely, Amitabha..."

The Hou Mansion is diagonally opposite the door.

Congge closed all the windows in the house, watching Yan Wanqing still sitting by candlelight reading a book, and reminded him.

"Miss, let's look at it during the daytime. Be careful not to hurt your eyes when it gets dark."

Yan Wanqing nodded, and turned the page back one more time.

After reading a few lines, she raised her head: "Is it going to rain?"

Congge looked at the sky outside: "I will definitely be able to come down tonight. The sky is as dark as ink, and it doesn't look stable."

"Hmm..." Yan Wanqing felt the wind squeezed in through the cracks in the window, but she didn't feel cool, but felt very stuffy.

"How about Huaiyu?"

Walking over from the song, she brightened the candlelight a bit, and said softly: "Miss Huaiyu is planning to make a decoction. She said it is effective, and she plans to make it a few more times to strengthen it."

"With Xiaoliu here, don't worry." Yan Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Before she could continue to focus on the book, there were footsteps outside, and the servant girl said that Shen Shuyun had returned and brought a man with her.

It is an apostle!
Yan Wanqing and Congge looked at each other, and Congge said to the outside: "Let the honored guest wait a moment, Miss will go to the front hall in a while."

At this time, the wind outside was even stronger, and the tops of the willow trees were blowing and intertwined and fighting in the wind.

When Yan Wanqing went out, she glanced at the scattered flowers and branches in the yard, and for some reason, she felt very depressed and uncomfortable, as if something big was about to happen.

"Talk to Huaiyu about the apostle after she finishes soaking." Yan Wanqing told Congge, "Also, ask Hongwu to arrange more people in the mansion."

Responding to the songs one by one, Yan Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the front hall.

At the same time, outside the city of Beijiang, a group of people and horses quickly shuttled through the jungle. The leader rode a group of pure black BMWs. The whole person was dusty, but they still couldn't hide the light in their black eyes.

Worked continuously for a month.

He is finally about to meet his obedient boy!
Xiao Pingfeng felt that the mood of the whole person was high, and he didn't feel tired at all.

"Hurry up! Get into the city before it rains!" Xiao Pingfeng ordered, and the reins were pulled on Heiyun again, and Heiyun worked even harder.

There are countless clouds stacked in the sky, squeezing and rubbing against each other to produce lightning, and the chilling thunder is constantly emitted.

Shen Shuyun stood at the door, and as soon as she saw Yan Wanqing approaching, she hurried up to greet her: "Miss."

"This is a friend of mine who just came to northern Xinjiang, and it happened to be raining heavily and there was no place to live, so he brought him back to the mansion." Shen Shuyun blinked at Yan Wanqing.

Yan Wan understood clearly, without changing her face: "There are many guest rooms in the mansion, so it's all right."

She saw that the apostle was wearing a mask, and the exposed chin was [-]% similar to Huaiyu's, and the pair of eyes were also very similar.

When Huaiyu comes out later, arrange for the two to meet each other.

"I've met Miss." The apostle pretended not to know Yan Wanqing's identity, stood up to greet her, and saluted respectfully.

His voice was very thick, but Yan Wanqing was very uncomfortable with the way he looked at him.

The sense of weirdness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Don't know why.

She got along very happily with Huaiyu, but the person in front of her who was most likely to be Huaiyu's elder brother made her feel uncomfortable.

"Don't be too polite, come and serve tea." Yan Wanqing instructed the servant girl.

Three people took their seats in the front hall.

(End of this chapter)