Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

Since every palace had their own enmity, it was only natural for Third Prince's Mansion to do the same. 13579246810

Rong Ling had only "returned" to the capital twenty-nine years ago, and she thought that this year, Master would not return to the capital with the help of his steward, Uncle Ming. A month ago, she had already approved the annual leave for the maids and servants, and because of this, the Third Prince's Mansion had quietened down half a month ago.

Other than a few servants who signed the death contract with the Third Prince's Mansion, who had no home to return to, they still stayed in the mansion to watch over the door. There were very few people left alive in the mansion.

After Ming Xiang brought out the osmanthus chicken, Xiao Xiang also brought out the ginseng lily soup that she was good at.

A few dishes were placed successively on the table, and it didn't take long for the table to be filled up.

Liu Xiaoli sat on his own high stool, happily looking at the dishes on the table, his small face beaming with happiness: "I want chicken, I want to eat chicken, Big Sister Mingxiang, I want to eat chicken … …"

Mingxiang had long missed the little gongzi so much that when she heard that he wanted to eat, she quickly gave him a pinch with her chopsticks.

She was afraid that he would jump up and down from the chair and fall down again.

"Young noble, do you think that your servant's culinary skills would decline if you tried it?" Ming Xiang looked at in anticipation as she stuffed a big piece of chicken leg into Xiaoli's bowl.

Xiaoli hurriedly took a bite, and with a mouthful of the osmanthus flower's fragrance, she opened her mouth and said: "Spur … …"

It was delicious.

Seeing him eat so happily with his small mouth shining with oil, Mingxiang happily wiped his mouth and patted his back, "Eat slower, eat slower. There's still a lot more. Little gongzi, don't choke!"

There were not many people in the hall, but they were all happy and laughing. They did not let down their annual celebration.

Liu Wei sat beside Rong Ling, looking at the man beside his who was drinking, and looking at her son, she couldn't help but feel calm. After thinking about it, he could not help but ask: "Are you really not planning to go to that person's place?"

Yesterday, when Rong Ling left for the capital without restraint, the manor received an invitation letter. The invitation letter did not have any signature, it only said that General Rong would be welcome to visit the manor.

Looking at the somewhat familiar seal on the cover, almost at the first glance, Liu Wei could guess who the person who invited him was.

Liu Wei took a look at the invitation letter which Liu Wei tossed to the side. Then, Ming Xiang cleaned up the place and threw it out.

Liu Wei understood Rong Ling's feelings.

In truth, Liu Wei had let him decide for herself that day, but he did not mention his answer afterwards. From that point on, she did not mention about him again, which in fact proved his answer.

He did not intend to forgive that person, or rather, he did not wish to acknowledge that person at all.

Since Liu Wei understood his intentions, he naturally wouldn't have forced him to do so. However, just now, two hours ago, he had sent another similar invitation letter.

The person who delivered the letter was a righteous looking servant. After the servant delivered the letter, he seemed to still want to see Rong Ling, but was driven away by Ming Xiang Xiang.

Then, not surprisingly, the second invitation letter was swept away by Ming Xiang again, but this time Rong Ling did not even open it to take a look.

Rong Ling's attitude had already been very clear, she did not want to come into contact with that person.

Liu Wei originally did not want to ask anymore, but now that he saw Rong Ling continuously drink, bit by bit, as if he had something on her mind, she could not help but ask again in the end.

Rong Ling did not usually drink too much, even if it was this light.

Under normal circumstances, Rong Ling would not even touch a single drop of wine.

This New Year was a good day, so drinking a few mouthfuls of wine was nothing. However, Liu Wei had an intuition, if Rong Ling was not happy, she would drink wine to numb herself.

He might not be drunk, and he might not allow himself to be drunk, but the moment the alcohol slid down his throat, it gave him a momentary feeling of satisfaction.

Rong Ling wanted this kind of feeling.

When Liu Wei asked this question, she did not say a word. He only looked at the woman beside him, lowered her eyes, and drank another cup of wine.

Liu Wei frowned, she did not know what to do to make him feel happier.

After all, it was the new year, and Liu Wei did not want him to be unable to celebrate it even today.

"Xiaoli." Liu Wei turned her head and looked at the little hamster like son whose cheeks were puffed up from eating, and said: "Aren't I going to pay respects to your Uncle Rong?"

Xiaoli seemed to have reacted only now, as she immediately put down her bowl and chopsticks, chewed and swallowed the chicken leg meat in her mouth, and had Mingxiang wipe the oil off his hands. Only then did she walk in front of Rong Ling with a smile on her face, respectfully saluted Rong Ling and said: "I wish Uncle Rong a happy new year, a happy new year, good luck, great fortune, good luck!"

The little fellow only spoke a few sentences of the New Year's message. When he finished, he felt a warm palm on his forehead.

After that, he simply twisted his body and climbed onto Uncle Rong's body, and stuffed himself into Uncle Rong's warm embrace. He then excitedly turned his head and said to Rong Ling: "Uncle Rong, I didn't like you in the past, but now, I like you the most. Uncle Rong, what about you?

Looking at his son's rosy face, Rong Ling smiled gently: "I like it."

Xiaoli was very happy, she extended her short hands to hug Uncle Rong, and his soft and small hands rested on Rong Ling's thick and big hands, one big and one small. From a certain angle, the two faces looked extremely similar.

Liu Wei watched on from the side. Seeing that her son was acting like a spoiled child, Rong Ling's expression was much better, she secretly winked at her son and gave him a thumbs up.

Liu Xiaoli, who had long understood his mother's password and coaxed Uncle Rong into submission, proudly raised her chin, accepting his mother's praise.

Although Xiaoli was heartless, she had already seen through Uncle Rong's bad mood. It was just that she did not know what she could do, so he did not do anything until her mother hinted him to come over and make Uncle Rong happy.

In the past, whenever Uncle Fu was unhappy, he had relied on him to help out. Thus, this matter was something that he was very familiar with.

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