Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law.

To Wu Yanqing, Chen Mo's punishment was just like tickling.

Credit?

Wu Yanqing did not expect any credit for this military expedition. He was already a first-class duke and was promoted to the Minister of War. He had almost reached the top of the country.

Unless this achievement can make him a king, there is no difference between having it and not having it.

As for the annual salary?

The annual salary of the Minister of War was only a few hundred taels of silver. As the head of the Wu family, Wu Yanqing sometimes spent thousands or even tens of thousands of taels of silver in a day. This one-year salary deduction was nothing to him.

Wu Mi knew that this was a small punishment from His Majesty to his father. In other words, it was done for Yang Qingqing to see.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." Wu Mi expressed his gratitude on behalf of his father.

After Wu Mi left, Chen Mo asked Jia Yin to call Yang Qingqing.

After Yang Qingqing arrived at the Imperial Study, Chen Mo said to her, "Empress Zhao, I told the Queen what you said just now."

Yang Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, but Chen Mo's next words surprised her.

"But the Queen not only did not blame you, but she put aside the past grudges and pleaded for your brothers, asking me to pardon them. Not only that, the Queen also said that even if your father really committed suicide out of fear of punishment, her father was also responsible for negligence, and asked me to punish her father." Chen Mo said.

Yang Qingqing's eyes flickered, somewhat incredulous.

Not only did Wu Mi not bear a grudge against herself, but she also took the initiative to ask His Majesty to punish her father?

Yang Qingqing was silent for a moment, feeling a little guilty.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Chen Mo stepped forward, held her jade hand, sighed and said, "After all, you are my Zhao Fei, my woman. Even if your father is no longer, I will not implicate you."

Chen Mo squeezed her jade hand and said, "For the sake of you and the queen, even though your brothers were involved in your father's affairs, I have pardoned them."

After saying that, Chen Mo reached out and grabbed her slender waist and held her in his arms.

Yang Qingqing also hugged Chen Mo, but her expression was quite complicated.

Chen Mo looked at her like this, stroking her hair, and had another plan in mind.

He lowered his head to look into Yang Qingqing's eyes, changed to a familiar address, and said softly: "Qingqing, don't you suspect that Duke Wu secretly instructed your father to die? I will summon him later and ask him to explain the matter. You hide in the dark and listen to what he says. I think he should not dare to hide anything in front of me."

Yang Qingqing stared at the young man, knowing that this was the biggest concession he could make, and nodded.

Chen Mo turned his eyes to look outside the study and said anxiously, "Jia Yin."

"I'm here." Jia Yin heard the call and hurried in.

"Go and call Duke Wu." Chen Mo said.

"promise."

"Qingqing, please hide behind the desk first. I will block your breath so that he can't sense it." Chen Mo said.

Yang Qingqing responded and hid behind the desk.

After a while, Jia Yin entered the imperial study from the outer room and said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, Duke Wu has arrived."

Chen Mo nodded.

After a while, Wu Yanqing, who was still in his armor, came in from outside. His old face was calm and resolute.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you," said Wu Yanqing.

"Duke Wu is here. Please don't be polite and take a seat." Chen Mo said with a smile.

Wu Yanqing not only did not take any action, but he knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I hereby apologize to you."

As he spoke, Wu Yanqing described in detail how the guards gave Yang Xian poison and how Yang Xian committed suicide by taking the poison.

"According to you, the Marquis of Hongdu County committed suicide by taking poison?" Chen Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at Yang Qingqing who was squatting behind the desk. He saw her biting her red lips and a look of sadness on her face.

Wu Yanqing nodded.

"Since the Marquis of Hongdu County committed suicide by taking poison, what crime did the Duke of Wu commit?"

"I am responsible for my negligence and failure to supervise. I knew that the Marquis of Hongdu County was an important prisoner of the court, but I did not have anyone guard him properly, which led to this incident. I have failed your majesty's trust, and I cannot shirk my responsibility." Wu Yanqing said with a guilty look on his face.

"..."

Yang Qingqing pursed her lips, feeling a little strange.

Chen Mo stared at Wu Yanqing, pretending to be surprised, then frowned: "There is such a thing."

Wu Yanqing said, "I have escorted the two soldiers guarding the Marquis of Hongdu back to the capital, and they are waiting for your majesty's decision. But I still have something to say. The death of the Marquis of Hongdu was my fault, and it had nothing to do with them. If your majesty wants to punish me, just punish me alone. I have no regrets."

Chen Mo: "..."

He thought Wu Yanqing would choose to sacrifice the two soldiers, but he didn't expect him to defend them and plead for them.

Chen Mo considered it for a while and said, "In this case, I will exempt you from the credit for this expedition, retain your title and official position, retain you for one year of observation, and deduct one year's salary. Do you have any objection?"

"I thank you."

Wu Yanqing was slightly stunned, not knowing whether this so-called retention on probation was what he thought it was.

"Well, you go down first." Chen Mo said.

"My minister retire."

After Wu Yanqing left, Chen Mo looked at Yang Qingqing who had already stood up and said, "Qingqing, are you satisfied now?"

"satisfy?"

To be honest, Yang Qingqing was definitely not satisfied, but she also knew that the matter had to end here. If it continued, it would be embarrassing for all three parties.

Yang Qingqing nodded.

……

After dealing with Yang Qingqing's matter, Chen Mo learned that Nalan Yiren returned to the Observatory after entering the palace, so he changed into a white casual suit and walked towards the Observatory.

Observatory, third floor.

Behind a bamboo and wooden screen, Nalan Yiren had just finished bathing and changed into a deep blue jacket and skirt. She had a cold demeanor, and her delicate, pale face, under the light in the room, looked rosy and a little pink.

Logically speaking, the first thing Nalan Yiren should have done when she entered the palace after returning from the expedition was to see Chen Mo.

But she didn't know what she was thinking, because she didn't take a shower on the way back to Beijing. In fact, she didn't have any smell on her body, but she felt that she smelled and her clothes were dirty. After not seeing each other for several months, subconsciously she didn't want to show her "ugly" side to Chen Mo.

So she came back and took a shower, intending to show her best side to Chen Mo.

She also came to the dressing table, adjusted her hair, and was thinking about whether to put on some light makeup. At this time, Nalan Yiren suddenly heard a slight "squeaky" sound coming from the wooden stairs, as well as the hissing sound of the poisonous creature kept on the second floor, and then a burst of hurried footsteps came.

Nalan Yiren quickly moved away from the dressing table and walked quickly to the potted plants on the windowsill, tending to the flowers and plants.

After Chen Mo went upstairs, he belatedly looked in the direction of the voice. He sized up the young man in white robes and asked, "Why are you here?"

Chen Mo's stern face showed a faint smile, and he said softly, "I miss you."

Nalan Yiren didn't expect that Chen Mo would say this as the first sentence. Her body stiffened slightly and she got goose bumps all over her body involuntarily. She felt very sweet and happy in her heart.

She changed the subject in a panic: "If you don't comfort your concubine, you might get into trouble in the backyard."

Chen Mo walked forward and reached out to hold Nalan Yiren's hand.

Nalan Yiren naturally avoided it modestly, saying, "What do you want to do?"

"Yiren, thank you for your hard work." Chen Mo said softly.

Nalan Yiren's expression froze, and she let Chen Mo hold her hand.

"You are rude, let me go." Nalan Yiren showed some annoyance, but her struggle was not great.

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"Yiren, your hands are so cold. Did you catch a cold on the way? " Chen Mo held her hands in both of his hands and blew air into them.

Nalan Yiren had never seen such a scene before. Although she thought she would not lose her composure again after several intimate moments, Chen Mo always came up with something new for her. She pulled her hand away with an embarrassed look, took a step back in panic, leaned her back against the windowsill, and said coldly:

"If you have something to say, don't touch your hands."

Chen Mo knew that this was just a disguise. She took a step back and he took two steps forward. Their bodies were almost touching, and Nalan Yiren was completely against the windowsill.

"Didn't I just say that I missed you? I hoped you weren't hurt during the battle with the Shu government." Chen Mo looked into her eyes and lowered his voice deliberately, revealing a hint of magnetism.

Nalan Yiren panicked. It felt like Chen Mo had been struggling with her before, but this time, the offensiveness was particularly strong.

A blush appeared on her pale face.

She wanted to move away from this hopeless position, but Chen Mo had already reached out and stroked her face. The hot air he exhaled sprayed directly on her face, and he whispered, "Yiren, do you miss me?"

"Let me go." A hint of panic flashed across the depths of Nalan Yiren's beautiful eyes beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, and her tone seemed to be somewhat embarrassed, which was very different from her usual self.

Chen Mo didn't say anything. His other hand had already reached her back, to her waist and back, and he gently hugged her towards himself, stroking her face with his hand, pinching her chin, and leaned in to kiss her.

Nalan Yiren's body shook violently, but Chen Mo had already conquered the kissing stage, so she just raised her two palms symbolically and pushed forward gently, pushing Chen Mo's chest.

Chen Mo ignored her and didn't kiss her thin lips for too long because he wanted to go further, so he turned to her neck and left kiss marks all the way.

At this moment, Nalan Yiren only felt her body slightly weak, but she didn't feel disgusted. Instead, she slowly closed her eyes.

After a while, Nalan Yiren opened her eyes and gently pushed him again, saying, "No, no."

Chen Mo's hand, which was pinching her chin, magically moved to her collar.

But her words only made Chen Mo more excited. He leaned close to Nalan Yiren's ear and whispered, "Yiren, I miss you so much. I really want to kiss you and touch you. Please let me... just for a moment, just for a moment."

The tone of Chen Mo's second half of the sentence was like that of a child.

"boom"

Nalan Yiren had never heard such explicit words from Chen Mo before. Her face turned completely red and her head was confused. She had no time to think.

But Chen Mo thought she agreed. After a while, her collar bulged out and the buttons on her collar were stretched open.

Nalan Yiren's eyes opened wide. She never expected that Chen Mo would actually reach out from under her skirt.

Suddenly, a strange feeling that she had never felt before surged in her heart.

She pushed Chen Mo again, but this time it was no longer a gentle push, but she used a little force.

Chen Mo remained unmoved, as if to stop Nalan Yiren from thinking about this. He kissed Nalan Yiren's lips again, and the way he kissed her looked as if he was tasting a rare delicacy in the world.

Sure enough, Nalan Yiren stopped thinking about the lapel. Under Chen Mo's kiss, her head was empty and she didn't want to think about anything else. The hand that was pushing Chen Mo's chest gradually hugged his back.

The windowsill on the third floor were tightly closed. Occasionally, a whistling cold wind would blow and hit the windowsill, making a slight noise.

Nalan Yiren didn't know how much time had passed. Her clothes were in disarray and her mind was still empty. But at this moment, a thought popped up in her mind: Didn't he say that he would just touch her? Now she was almost suffocated by his kiss.

big liar.

Nalan Yiren's skin was very white, almost close to the color of snow. At this moment, Chen Mo felt like he was really making a snowman.

Chen Mo left her lips, took a breath of fresh air, and felt alive again. Then, looking at the beautiful woman who was breathing hot air, he kissed her cherry lips again, not giving her a chance to think.

Anyone who knows Chen Mo knows that he is not the kind of person who would quit when he sees that he is ahead.

But if you give an inch, he will take a foot.

He put his hand around Nalan Yiren's back, untied the knot of her bellyband, pulled the bellyband out from under her skirt, and put it in his arms.

And Nalan Yiren was unaware of the whole process.

It was not until she felt her body getting cold and the cold wind from the room rushed into her clothes that she regained some consciousness. Only then did she realize that her skirt had been untied and pulled to her armpits, revealing her round and smooth shoulders.

Nalan Yiren was shocked, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

On the other hand, Chen Mo hadn't noticed it yet and was still busy with his work.

Nalan Yiren was furious and kneeled him.

The protective spiritual energy around Chen Mo was instantly aroused, but then shattered.

This also gave Chen Mo a chance to react. He quickly retreated and dodged, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back.

"Yiren, you are trying to murder your husband." Chen Mo still felt scared. If he didn't have the protective spiritual energy, he would have been hit by her knee just now, and his happiness for the rest of his life would have been gone.

"Ahhh, I'll kill you"

Nalan Yiren's jade-like face was filled with rage, and her body was shrouded in a cloud of colorful smoke. She pulled out the hairpin on her bun and quickly stabbed towards Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was so agile that he dodged and said quickly, "Yiren, you are exposed."

Nalan Yiren paused after hearing this, lowered her head and took a quick look, then quickly turned around to tidy up her clothes, but she soon discovered that her bellyband was missing.
She was so angry that her body was shaking slightly, and she said in a trembling voice: "Shameless and vulgar scoundrel."

"Bye-Bye."

Chen Mo didn't dare to stay any longer and ran away.

"Give it back to me," Nalan Yiren shouted coldly.

(End of this chapter)