Wraith upgrade path

Chapter 177 Decisive battle against the high-ranking mistress (1)

Jiang Muxue fell into a deep sleep, and when she opened her eyes the next day, she was startled by what she was doing.

At this time, most of her body was pressed against the evil ghost king, and she was covered by a big purple robe.Look at the evil ghost king, he is fast asleep.

Jiang Muxue was in a daze, trying to recall what happened yesterday. After a while, she suddenly remembered that she played a kind of "Gold Sands" game with the evil ghost king yesterday, and then she fell unconscious.

It's strange, can you get dizzy even after playing this game?
However, she didn't have time to think about the reason in the next second, her eyes were attracted by the bright red fur of the evil ghost king.

Isn't it purple fur?

Why does it turn back to bright red after playing a game and sleeping?

Now Mao Mao is red, and her robe is purple, which is really a veritable red and purple.

Jiang Muxue stared blankly, and was about to move when the Evil Ghost King was awakened.

The big scarlet eyes opened sharply. To be honest, although Jiang Muxue was used to it, she was still quite frightened at such a close distance and so suddenly.

"No wonder this deity was immobilized by a mountain in his dream. It turned out to be you, a little thing!"

a big mountain?
Am I that heavy?

Don't say that I'm just a soul, even if it's a physical body, I'm still a good girl who weighs no more than a hundred!

The Evil Ghost King rubbed his eyes, as if he didn't pay attention to Jiang Muxue's expression, then with a flick, Jiang Muxue fell gently onto his little bed.

And he stretched himself, Xian Tingxin stepped into the secret room, and faced Jiang Muxue's gaze, completely ignoring him.

While thinking, the world suddenly changed. Jiang Muxue touched the sensual little fat hand, stretched out her feet, and a pair of small and cute embroidered hairpin bead boots showed her head.

The place where she was sitting was quiet, but the surroundings were very cheerful, and the silver bell-like laughter of the girls could be heard from time to time. To be honest, it was very attractive.

The owner of this body is Lin Yiyao, the youngest daughter of Lin Yanlang, the sixth-rank editor of the Imperial Academy in Central Beijing, and she is the fourth at home.

Lin Yanlang had one wife and one concubine, and his main wife, Mrs. Peng, gave birth to Lin Yanlang two sons and a daughter. The girl was Lin Yiyao. She had two elder brothers, Lin Yiqing and Lin Yiming.

In addition, she has an older sister named Lin Yihuan, born of Lin Yanlang's concubine Li Shi.

Lin Yanlang's ancestral home is in Gannan, so the small family in Beijing has a simple population, and they perform their duties on weekdays, so there is no big deal.

However, as Lin Yiyao got older, troubles for the Lin family came one after another.

This story starts from Lin Yanlang's young study tour. At that time, he was in full bloom and full of vigor. Lin Yanlang was a warm-hearted man since he was a child. Saved a classmate.

I didn't know the identity of this classmate before, but after I thanked him solemnly, I found out that this classmate's name is Murong Gong, the son of Ding Guogong, a wealthy family in Beijing, and the third at home.

After Ding Guogong passed away, Murong Gong's eldest brother Murong Wen inherited the title and was named Rong Xingbo.

The Murong family has a great business, with luxuriant roots, and in Murong Gong's generation, the population is even more prosperous.

In order to thank Lin Yanlang for saving his life, Murong Gong thanked Lin Yanlang with gifts of gold, silver and jewels. After Lin Yanlang refused with a smile, Murong Gong praised Lin Yanlang for his integrity and immediately decided that if the two get married in the future, they will have children. We must let the children become brothers Jinlan, if they are of different genders, they will become relatives of the children.

Lin Yanlang refused again, but he couldn't resist Murong Gong's kindness, and made an oath on the spot, as evidenced in black and white.

Lin Yanlang thought at the time that he didn't know what would happen in the future, so this move should be to let Brother Murong feel relieved, so he agreed on the surface, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart.

Time flies like an arrow, and 20 years have passed by in the blink of an eye.

In the imperial examination that year, Lin Yanlang was willing to win the Jinshi. He was first sent out to two places and made Qipin county magistrate. After a few years, he was transferred back to Beijing and became an editor in the Imperial Academy. No one in the middle school is not good at being an official, and Lin Yanlang himself is dull, so after staying in the Imperial Academy for more than ten years, the head of the Imperial Academy has changed two times, and he was stunned to see him promoted.

During his years as an official, he naturally did not forget to marry a wife and have children. As his children grew older, his wife, Mrs. Peng, began to worry.

Her husband has been an official for many years and has no future in sight. Now in this wealthy and dignified capital, people like them are only a little bit better than ordinary people. It will be fine for her to suffer and suffer for a lifetime, but what about her children?
Fortunately, the two sons said that they are motivated by studying, and if they have fame and fame in the future, if they meet the opportunity, they will be rich and prosperous.

What should I do to pity her two daughters?Seeing that Lin Yiyao and Lin Yihuan are growing up gradually, daughters from small families like them are the most difficult to marry.

If you marry high, people will look down on you. Even if you are lucky enough to be the daughter-in-law of everyone, the mother-in-law and sister-in-law will look down on you.

Marriage is low, for the poor and the poor, if you pull a rope casually, you will get a bunch of oil bottles, and life is even more difficult.

Looking for a good match?That's even more difficult.

For some reason, the climate in Beijing has been bad these years. People like them always like to look at places that cannot be reached by their eyes. .

Mrs. Peng resolutely refused to let her two daughters serve as side rooms for those families.

Lin Yiyao will not talk about it, her sweetheart, even if it is Lin Yihuan, she will not allow it.

Lin Yihuan's mother was a maid brought by Mrs. Peng from her natal family. She was an honest person. Back then, Mrs. Peng made the decision to make Mrs. Li a housemate for Lin Yanlang. Later, after Mrs. Li gave birth to Lin Yihuan, she took care of her aunt.

Mother and daughter are both honest and responsible, and Peng is not harsh. While thinking about Lin Yiyao's marriage in his heart, he has not forgotten Lin Yihuan.

Although Lin Yihuan was a concubine, Mrs. Peng was determined not to let her be a concubine. In her opinion, not everyone is as lucky as Mrs. Li. Having a mistress who is not harsh and not looking for trouble, looking at the big families in the capital Here, which wife is the fuel-efficient lamp?

Moreover, as long as anyone who becomes a noble lady of an aristocratic family has the backing of a solid and dignified natal family, those families are either rich or noble, and all are prosperous and all are damaged. No life, no exaggeration at all.

When Mrs. Peng carefully planned the marriage for her two daughters, she accidentally found the note written by Murong Gong in Lin Yanlang's study, and she was stunned.

Then, Lin Fu exploded the pot.

After Lin Yiyao found out, she snatched up the agreement, and after looking at it carefully, she was so happy that she almost fainted.

Now Murong Gong has only one son, Murong You, who is the son of his wife, the Tan family. Among the descendants of the Murong family, only Murong You has the legacy of his grandfather. A good label.

Moreover, his mother Tan is a great beauty, and Murong You inherits his mother's appearance, and the one born is bright and charming, unparalleled in the world.

Since he was 12 years old, he was given the title of "Master Wushuang" by the people of Beijing.

(End of this chapter)