black belly prince cruel concubine

Chapter 83 Jade Butterfly (2)
Seeing Cheng Xi, the old housekeeper ran over in a hurry and whispered in his ear, "My lord, the young master is back. The carriages have all arrived at Shiliting outside the city, and we will arrive at the mansion in another hour."

"Really?" Cheng Xi opened his eyes wide and was so excited.The famous actors didn't watch it, they didn't listen to the play, they got up and ran out.

Master Kong was still shouting from behind, "Hey hey hey! My lord, you..."

As soon as the news spread that Cheng Yimo was going back home, several families were sad and some were happy.The ones who are happy are naturally Cheng Xi and Jingyang, plus Yu Die.What was worrying was that the accountant housekeeper was leaving, and when he heard that Yi Mo was going home, he hurriedly hid and hid the key to the treasury, and finally dug a hole next to the latrine, buried the key in it, and stepped on it again and again to feel relieved.The ones who are worried are naturally the old servants of the palace headed by Yue Ping. These people have witnessed the cruelty and inhumanity of their little master with their own eyes, and some have even personally experienced the cruel methods.All of them are worried and in a trance all day long, and they are like a bird frightened by the slightest disturbance, for fear that Yi Mo will be the first to attack them when he goes back.

Of course, there is no fear.Just like Xiao Tong, she is completely confident and doesn't take Yi Mo seriously.

In Zhuyuan, Xiaotong looked at the group of servants who were busy going back and forth in front of her, and felt a dark hatred in her heart, didn't she just come back to live, why is it necessary to work so hard?Besides, the garden is renovated every year. The red paint on the door was only painted a few months ago, and even the paper on the windows is newly posted. Is it necessary to renovate it again?I think when they moved in, everything was dilapidated and simple, and it was only after several months that the old housekeeper asked someone to repair it.

Thinking about it carefully, Xiaotong felt as if there was a fire in her heart, which was the flame of jealousy.

"Xiaotong, come and help me find the butterfly gold hairpin." Yudie flipped through the jewelry box, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety, "Where did you put it? It was a gift for Sister Yimo, she We will arrive at the mansion in a while, and I heard people say that the carriages are all on the street..."

Xiaotong's eyes were indifferent, she stood coldly at the door, not intending to step forward to help find it.

"Ha, I found it, I found it. Thank God..." Yudie happily held the brocade box containing the butterfly gold hairpin, lifted the hem of her skirt, and floated past Xiaotong like a dancing butterfly, "Xiaotong Let's hurry up, Mother and Aunt Yun are waiting at the door..."

At the gate of the palace, Princess Jingyang looked up and down, Aunt Yun waited obediently aside, and all the servants stood behind them with their heads bowed tremblingly.

Jingyang wiped the sweat from his forehead, then stood on tiptoe and looked at the street, "Why not yet?"

Aunt Yun was afraid that she would fall, so she stretched out her hand to support her behind her, "Master, you should go back and rest first, the little princess may not be here for a while..."

"Hey, here we come, here we come." Jingyang's joyful voice overwhelmed Aunt Yun's.Looking at the carriage slowly approaching on the street, Jingyang wept with joy.

Gorgeous carriages approach slowly, the pearl tassels hanging on the octagonal cornices sway like flowing clouds, and the dark pattern embroidered cloth embroidered with eagles spreading wings is hung on all sides. Glowing with radiance, she looked extremely dignified.

The majestic and murderous atmosphere spread in the air, and all the servants of the palace lowered their heads timidly, not daring to breathe.Yue Ping couldn't help taking a sneak peek curiously, and when she saw the person coming out of the carriage, she gasped, the surprise in her eyes couldn't be concealed no matter what.The strength emanating from the solitary and independent space between the heaven and the earth is deeply reflected in my mind!
Yi Mo is still dressed in a cold and arrogant dark green robe, and the eagle with wings spread out on his chest outlines a sense of cruelty and chill.His face was like the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, his color was like flowers of spring dawn, his pupils were clear and deep like obsidian, shining with awe-inspiring sharpness.

As soon as Yi Mo got out of the carriage, before he could stand still, he saw a beautiful figure crashing into her arms.

Jingyang hugged her neck tightly, his still beautiful and moving cheek was deeply buried in her neck, and he cried so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

"Woohoo! My daughter is finally back, finally back..."

Yi Mo's body was stiff, her hands were hanging limply by her sides, she was a little helpless, and she gradually softened when she felt a drop of hot tears on her neck slipping down the skirt of her clothes.He stretched out his hand to stroke Jingyang's back a few times, comforting him clumsily.

Yi Mo's actions were like a catalyst, making Jing Jing, who was still depressed, cry so hard that he couldn't stop crying, his arms gradually tightened, and he hugged him tightly.

Jingyang has only one daughter, Yimo, who has been in pain since she was a child. She has been away for 12 years, and the person who has been thinking about it day and night for 12 years has finally returned.

Yi Mo's soothing movements stopped, put his hands on her side and gently pushed her, signaling her not to hug her so tightly.If you don't let it, you will be strangled to death.

But Jingyang refused to give in, and twisted childishly.Her appearance like this reminded Yi Mo that when she was a child, in order not to let herself go out and beat up other big fat boys, she would hang herself desperately, so as to force her not to go to private school to study, she was so childish at that time.More than ten years have passed, why has this temperament not changed?

The familiar atmosphere put Yi Mo in a good mood, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, even a layer of warmth appeared in his usually indifferent eyes, a trace of pampering flashed across his eyes, and he said softly, "Don't cry!"

The tone is a bit harsh but not indifferent, just like a parent warning a child who is throwing a tantrum.

Jingyang stopped sobbing, stretched out his hand like a little lover and patted Yimo's shoulder lightly, and said angrily, "You damn child! I'm crying like this for my mother, I don't even know how to comfort you."

Yimo lowered his head, pondered for a while, thinking of how Zhang Yuelu would go to the nunnery next door to comfort the crying little nun a few times a month, and finally said lightly, "...you are crying nice."

Women like others to praise her for being pretty, and of course Jingyang is no exception. He immediately smiled through tears, and then punched her hypocritically, "I'm an old lady, how can I look good?"

Yi Mo opened his mouth and said, "Everywhere is beautiful."

Ahem, Zhang Yuelu, who was standing behind Suzaku as a pawn, turned pale in an instant when he heard this.It's over, the master must know that he has an adulterous lovebird with the little teacher in the nunnery next door!
On a dark and stormy night, Zhang Yuelu climbed over the high wall, crossed the long Tongjiang River, and came to the nunnery opposite the Ganye Temple.Under the peach blossom tree, the pure and beautiful little teacher turned on the lamp and watched carefully. When she saw him coming, she rushed into his arms and cried, "Wuuu, Lu Lang, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Zhang Yuelu hugged her, groping restlessly, "Oh, darling, how could I not want you. I love you the most, so stop crying..."

The little master was too busy wiping away tears, stared at him watery, and asked nervously, "Am I really ugly now?"

"No, you look just as good when you cry."

As soon as the little teacher heard it, her heart was filled with joy, she thumped his chest, and said coquettishly, "Oh, dead ghost, how can I look good?"

(End of this chapter)