Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 128 Cold War, Progress (5)
Hitting is also my daughter-in-law!

Rejoice!

The teeth of Zhan Beilie's smile were shining brightly, a bit brighter than the lantern. Without saying a word, he escaped from his pocket with a 100 tael silver note, and stuffed it to the child, who hugged him like a robber. He snatched the concentric lamp that was on, and strode towards Mu Qinghe with a grin.

After walking a few steps, I hurriedly stopped, came back and pulled the daughter-in-law who was still standing there, and set off the lanterns!
Leng Xia was dragged by him to run to the Muqing River. At this moment, countless lanterns were flashing on the river surface, each of which was gorgeous and dazzing slowly drifting with the waves. The huge disc in the sky projected a clear silver glow, The surface of the Yao Muqing River is sparkling, which is really beautiful.

Zhan Beilie's hand that was about to light the lantern suddenly trembled, only to realize that he was holding Leng Xia's little hand and ran all the way.

Zhan Beilie pulled her hand closer and looked at it carefully. This hand was soft and soft. The nails were like five translucent pearl shells. They were clean and lustrous, with exquisite finger bones. lying in his palm.

The corners of Zhan Beilie's mouth had reached to the base of his ears, and he was giggling silly.

Leng Xia rolled her eyes greatly, but couldn't bear to withdraw her hand, and let him lead to light the concentric lamp and put it into the river.

The two of them stared at the concentric lantern, which was quietly floating on the river, until it was out of sight, and then Zhan Beilie led her back slowly.

When the two returned to Prince Lie's Mansion, Zhou Fu was waiting at the door, and saw the two rushing up to welcome them, and said, "My lord, my concubine, the envoy of Xiwei is in the guest hall."

At this moment, Murong Zhe will definitely not come to this relationship again, and there will be no one else besides the so-called uncle who can appear here.Leng Xia frowned, and said: "Didn't I tell you that I don't want to see them in the palace again."

Zhou Fu hurriedly explained: "Back to the princess, he said... He said that today is the death day of the princess' mother."

After saying this, Zhou Fu carefully glanced at Leng Xia's expression, and secretly guessed in his heart that according to the princess' uncle, today is the anniversary of the death of the princess' mother, but now the little princess doesn't look too sad, maybe the master knew about it and specially accompanied her. The princess went out to relax, lest she be sad and miss her mother!

Zhan Beilie waved his hand and asked Zhou Fu to retreat. He already had some guesses about Leng Xia's origin in his heart, so he didn't ask any further questions, and took her hand and walked towards the guest hall.

In the guest hall at this time, He Yongsheng and He Zhang were sitting on chairs crampedly, drinking the sixth cup of tea brought by the servant.

He Yongsheng was agitated. The task given to him by the third prince was really difficult. On the one hand, he could rely on his niece to get promoted and make a fortune. Take one step at a time.

He Zhangshi on the other end was holding the teacup nervously. She still hadn't forgotten the indifference and fierceness of that niece last time, and when she thought of the mission of coming here this time, she trembled with fright.

When he saw Leng Xia and Zhan Beilie who came in, He Yongsheng's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect Lord Lie to follow.

He took a few deep breaths, calmed down the tension in his heart, put on a sad and disappointed expression, and shouted sadly: "Xia'er! Today is your mother's death day, do you remember?"

Leng Xia's eyes turned cold, and she sat on the main seat with Zhan Beilie, looked at them coldly, and did not answer.

Such a person, if he really had this strong family affection, would not seek refuge with the chief culprit after his niece was forced to marry, and kept saying that it was for Murong Lengxia's good. Some of this is true and some of it is false. I am also very guilty.

Zhan Beilie looked at the clown-like He Yongsheng in front of him, his hawk eyes shook He Yongsheng like a sharp knife, and then he said in a deep voice: "The envoy of Xiwei is in my Lie Wang's mansion, it's better to restrain yourself, my concubine, I can't stand you yelling!"

He Yongsheng was so overwhelmed by Zhan Beilie's aura that he almost forgot to breathe. He had heard that the Great Qin God of War was extremely brave. The third prince absolutely did not have such an aura, so he couldn't help but softened at the moment, with a flattering look on his face. Meaning, said: "King Lie, I am Xia'er's uncle after all."

Zhan Beilie sneered, uncle?

Leng Xia and his relatives haven't seen a letter from home to greet Leng Nuan for several months, but now it's really ridiculous that his uncle is long and short.

Zhan Beilie ignored him, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Leng Xia, and handed it over thoughtfully.

Leng Xia took the teacup, took a sip, and didn't want to waste any more time on such an unnecessary person, her tone was unquestionable: "Let's get straight to the point."

He Yongsheng was overwhelmed by her arrogance, but he couldn't help but feel helpless. After all, he was in Lie Wang's mansion, so he could only suppress his anger and say: "Xia'er, today is your mother's death day..."

"I've already said that you should call me Wangfei. I know this, what else do you want to say?" Leng Xia interrupted him without even looking at him, and asked coldly.

He Yongsheng sighed, with a sad expression on his face, choked up and said: "Your mother's name is He Xiu, and her embroidery has always been excellent. Before entering the palace, she embroidered a handkerchief for me as a souvenir. I kept it carefully in 20, and when I missed your mother, I took it out to have a look, this time I brought it specially, thinking of her death day, you should want to take a look and miss it."

As he said, he took out an old handkerchief from his bosom, and handed it to Leng Xia with utmost care.

Leng Xia took it and glanced at it, it was embroidered with pink water hibiscus in full bloom, Leng Xia vaguely remembered that it was He Xiu's favorite flower, but although the veil was old, the stitches were obviously new...

Her eyes gradually became cold, she curled her lips coolly, and said lightly: "It's okay, you can go back."

He Yongsheng seemed not to have heard it, immersed in his memories, he continued to say: "Your mother was only 12 years old at that time, and her family was poor, so your grandfather had no choice but to send her to the palace as a rough servant girl. Fortunately... Fortunately, she was blessed, she became a nobleman within two years, and later gave birth to you, and now seeing that you are promising and have a good home, uncle is relieved."

After he finished speaking, he stared straight at Leng Xia, and even He Zhang, who had kept his head down and kept silent, secretly looked at her from the corner of his eyes, as if trying to find some clues from her complexion.

(End of this chapter)