Daughter of the prosperous age: Don't pretend to be stupid

Chapter 522 Competing for Favor (3)

"Father, please help my daughter, I don't want other women to compete with me," Xue Lian said coquettishly shaking Duke Xue's arm.

Xue Guogong's eyes were like knives, and he glanced coldly at Feng Yurong's leaving back, this son-in-law, "Don't worry, with my father around, no one can compete with you."

He holds heavy soldiers in his hands, and now he is the only one who is willing to help Feng Yurong keep the precarious Shengqi.

Xue Lian got the promise of Xue Guogong, and immediately jumped happily, and pulled Xue Guogong into the mansion together.

Mo Wushuang left first, so he didn't hear Xue Lian's proposal to have her eat with them. Although Feng Yurong left with a cold face, he also knew that the current situation did not allow him to have any room for objection.

Hantan Courtyard.

As soon as Mo Wushuang stepped into the courtyard gate, he pushed back the servant girl, "I want to be alone, and anyone who comes will say I'm not here."

"Yes," the maids replied in unison, bowed their heads and exited the Cold Pool Courtyard.

These maids all entered the mansion last year, they are somewhat more sensible than those new maids, and they are more thoughtful in serving them, so Feng Yurong arranged them with Mo Wushuang.

He walked through the long corridor of the palace, turned a few turns, and came to the Hantan Courtyard.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most remote place in the mansion.

Mo Wushuang's insistence on living in this place was also unexpected. This place is far away from the palace's pavilions and water pavilions. The only thing worth seeing is a pond connected to the cold pool. The water temperature is extremely low all year round, and there are almost no plankton and water. fish.

Feng Yurong walks along the water pool to the gate of the cold pool courtyard, the maids and servants all stand outside the courtyard with their hands down, seeing Feng Yurong approaching, they bowed their heads in greeting.

"Is your master here?" Feng Yurong casually asked a maid with a disturbed expression.

The servant girl shook her head and nodded again, bit her lip and was about to cry.

Seeing this, Feng Yurong understood a little bit, and didn't make things difficult for them, and went straight into the Cold Pool Courtyard, and none of the maids dared to make a sound to stop them.

This is the palace of the prince, the prince is the master here, they are servants, how dare they offend the prince, they were relegated to this inaccessible Hantan courtyard without knowing what mistakes they made.

Little did they know, Feng Yurong felt that they were kind-hearted enough to bring them here.

As soon as Feng Yurong stepped into the courtyard, the door behind him closed with a bang, and the air current carried him forward.

Mo Wushuang didn't like being peeped into his private life, so he closed the door tightly to block all looking eyes.

Feng Yurong came to the door, and just put his hand on the door to push the door in. Mo Wushuang waved his hand, and the door opened automatically, and Feng Yurong looked at her with a smile on his face behind the door.

"Wushuang, I want to explain to you what happened this morning," Feng Yurong said straight to the point, walked in and sat opposite Mo Wushuang, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea smoke curled up, and the four eyes were relatively speechless again.

Seeing Mo Wushuang drinking tea with her head down, Feng Yurong remembered that she had brought herbs into the hospital, and asked, "Where's your medicine? I'll tell the kitchen to cook it for you now."

Mo Wushuang looked up at him lazily, and said, "Your Highness must have been exhausted last night, so I won't let you worry about such a trivial matter."

This morning, she already had a splitting headache, and when she got up, she heard the news that made her heart chill.

"I didn't consummate the house with Xuelian, it was she who cut my finger and dripped blood," Feng Yurong took his hand from the inside of his sleeve robe, showing her a scar on the palm of his hand.

Mo Wushuang thought he was lying to her, so he didn't even look up.

(End of this chapter)