Who moved this king's book of life and death

Chapter 866
When they went to pack their luggage, Mo Lishang pulled out the needle on his neck and fed him the pills he made. Although these pills can temporarily suppress the attack of love gu, but if you take too much, But it has great side effects, which can make people become groggy and demented.

Pei Qinghe stood up impatiently, and just as he was about to get angry, the door that was originally closed was finally opened.

Although they are returning home now, after all, there is a funeral in the prime minister's mansion, and it is Xiaodie's nominal mother who died, so after several discussions, they finally chose plain and clean clothes.

As the main character, Xiaodie wears a moon-white knee-length Lu silk jacket skirt with a stand-up collar, embroidered with lifelike Lingxiao flowers, and the black silk is twisted into a bun, and only a wishful jade hairpin is fixed on it. Look at her swollen walnut Eyes, it seems that she just cried again.

Liu Susu was still dressed in the same clothes as in the morning, but Miao Niang changed into a water-colored jacket and skirt, covered with a dark green square collar and knee-length cotton bikini. She doesn't wear makeup, but looks simple and gentle.

Although Miao Niang doesn't like these plain clothes, but now in front of everyone, she has to put on a show, and she can't be like that heartless girl who knows there is a funeral in the mansion and still wears such gorgeous clothes enchanting.

Under the sharp contrast of these three people, Su Shaoyan's heart is more inclined to Liu Susu, and this is the only woman who is not stupid.

Even if you want to pretend to be a filial daughter and a loyal servant, you have to wait until you get out of this door to pretend. This newly married grandma is dressed so elegantly. Outsiders don't know. What misfortune happened to the master of the general's mansion? The brow of the general's mansion?
This eldest young lady can survive in the mansion so smoothly, this woman must have contributed a lot, seeing her walking posture is weird, her buttocks must have been tortured with a stick.This kind of forbearance cannot be developed overnight, she must have experienced some painful and terrifying things.

Taking advantage of this good opportunity, he has to win over this woman. With this good helper, his big business can be done more smoothly.

Although he and Pei Xiang are on the same boat now, once the lingering sick emperor is gone, the relationship between them will have to be dissolved, and they will become enemies in an instant.

They walked out of Weihai Marquis Mansion through the back door, and this was the first time Liu Susu had heard of the rules of waiting to return home, and it was fresh and ironic.

These are the meanings of the old matriarch. On the surface, he is afraid that bad luck will bring joy to their Marquis House, but in fact he regards them all as plague gods.

The passers-by on the street saw them being so carefree, they didn't dare to say much on the surface, but they still pointed at them secretly.

Liu Susu lowered her eyebrows and looked down, pretending that she didn't see these things, she supported the slightly trembling lotus root arm with all her strength, reminding the other party to be patient with her actions.

Maybe they came in a hurry, or maybe they didn't want too many people to know, so this time they only prepared a small oil cart with green curtains and two silver-maned horses.

Five people were squeezed into the narrow oil truck at once, it was unavoidably cramped, and even the air became turbid.

The carriage moved slowly, away from the bustling city, and turned to a small road that was deserted. This road was not only steep and difficult, but also full of unknown dangers.

Liu Susu raised the curtain, boredly observing the scenery outside, the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up, revealing an unknown smile.It seemed that she had guessed correctly. If only an aunt had died, why would Pei Qinghe have to go out in person, and why should he show such a grief-stricken expression.

(End of this chapter)