"There are no one in the capital, why do you want to say she is doing?" Seeing that Ai had already said the matter well, the old lady once again asked her eldest daughter-in-law to shut up. This matter was actually not worth talking to Jiang Mingyue.

Since Jiang Mingyue got married, this girl, has nothing to do with Jiang Mingyue, and it will be even more unlikely to do with her in the future. Jiang Mingyue doesn’t have to worry about Butterfly’s birth, old age, sickness and death. What do she need to know about this?

Zhao Lingyun didn't say anything at all. He couldn't get involved in this lawsuit. He didn't even know what the maid named Butterfly looked like. What would he want to get involved in? Moreover, his cousin Jiang Yanda is so honest. This maid even plots against such an honest person, which shows that this maid is not a good person.

Zhao Lingyun looked at Jiang Mingyue and felt that with his wife's ability, it would be impossible for this butterfly to be plotted against. After thinking about this, Zhao Lingyun became calm.

Jiang Yan followed Chunliu at this time. After standing at the door and hearing what his mother said, Jiang Yan blushed and waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I didn't even go into the house, I, I did nothing."

The old lady sighed and said to Jiang Daniu and Ai: "Our brother Yan, it's better to stay in Jiangjia Village and stay safe all her life."

Her eldest grandson is suitable for farming for the rest of her life. She is a fair and better than anything else. When serving the land, it is much easier to serve the land than the human heart. As long as you take care of it with all your heart and are not afraid of suffering and burdened, the land will give you the greatest gift.

"Unless God wants to mess with you," the old lady sighed again: "If you cause a natural disaster, you will be as distracted as you can."

Zhao Lingyun looked at the old lady and smiled, saying, "My mother is right. Mingyue and I will find a piece of land to go and do it in the future."

The old lady didn't say anything, afraid that she would curse her once she opened her mouth. You two still farmed? Don't bother with it!

"Chunliu," the old lady called Chunliu and said, "Let the kitchen prepare meals."

Chunliu agreed with a "ah" and ran to the kitchen again.

Zhao Lingyun: "My father may be back in a while."

Old lady: "Don't care."

Zhao Lingyun: "Oh, I listen to my breasts."

Yet, his father-in-law couldn't be hungry, so he didn't care. He just didn't know if the old man, Wangshu, could return to the West this time.

Jiang Mingyue wanted to go to Tushan Palace to see it himself, but the old lady stared at her with good eyes and she couldn't leave.

When the steaming table of food in Anyuan Hou’s Mansion was served, an old monk who had been stripped of his monk’s uniform fell to the ground in the study of Zhao Lingxiao, the old monk’s seven holes were bleeding. The last expression that solidified on his face before his death was shocked. Obviously, before the old monk was poisoned, he did not expect that he would be killed.

Zhao Lingxiao sat next to the old monk's body. The door of the study was knocked out three times outside. Zhao Lingxiao said, "Come in."

Mr. Wangshu, who shaved his hair and beard and changed into the old monk's gray monk's robe, pushed open the study door and walked in from outside.

Zhao Lingxiao looked at Mr. Wangshu, who looked like a monk, was stunned for a while and said, "Sir, you must leave immediately. The vendors who entered the city will leave the city and return home. The city gate is a time when there are many people, so it is convenient for Mr. to go out of the city."

Once there are too many people, the soldiers guarding the city will have to hurry when checking people. In this way, they will not be as careful as when there are too few people.

When the old monk's dial was placed in front of Mr. Wangshu, Zhao Lingxiao said: "This monk is called Cheng Ji, and he is a monk from Youfang, so I asked him to come to the mansion to preach. If the gentleman uses his identity to leave the mansion, it will not cause doubt."

Mr. Wangshu held Monk Chengji's dial in his hand.

Zhao Lingxiao: "Cheng Ji has always been alone, so I can't send someone to follow my husband back to Tushan. On the way from the capital to Tushan, the husband is afraid that he will suffer some trouble."

Mr. Wangshu has been following him for many years and has been served by others. At this moment, Mr. Wang looked very concerned about everything and said, "Take care of Mr. Wan Wang."

Mr. Wangshu said: "Why did the prince do this?"

The matter of entering the examination room failed, and the person sent to deliver the letters did not return once he left. Mr. Wangshu expected that Emperor Dongsheng would find Zhao Lingxiao's head, and that the person who made the most efforts should not escape and die. Mr. Wangshu was ready to die, but unexpectedly, Zhao Lingxiao designed a way to escape for him.

Zhao Lingxiao smiled, with a sense of fatigue in his smile. The prince said: "I often do things like killing people to silence them. I will tell you that after the exam failed, I thought about killing people to silence them."

Mr. Wangshu looked at Zhao Lingxiao quietly.

Zhao Lingxiao: "But when I thought again, the person who was going to be silenced by me was a gentleman, so I told myself that I can't do this. The gentleman is both a teacher and a friend, and the gentleman has used all his heart to help me achieve success. How could I not do my best for the gentleman?"

Mr. Wangshu bowed to Zhao Lingxiao.

Zhao Lingxiao stood up and sent Mr. Wangshu out of the study room, whispering: "I have always been worried that something might happen on Tushan. After the teacher returns, he can also stare at Xiang and Zhao Lingyao and his son for me."

Mr. Wangshu said: "I understand. Does the prince have anything to do to me to take care of the prince's concubine?"

Zhao Lingxiao whispered to Mr. Wangshu: "Mr. Tell her that husband and wife are one, but I'm not good, how can she be good?"

These straightforward words came out of Zhao Lingxiao's mouth, which made Mr. Wangshu not used to it, "Criminal?"

Zhao Lingxiao shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, "I'm afraid she is not in the mood to listen to too long, so I'll just tell her."

Mr. Wangshu nodded, took a step to walk, but stopped again and asked Zhao Lingxiao, "What about the princess?"

I know that you have a bad relationship with the prince, so you have nothing to say to the prince. This is normal, but what about the princess? You have nothing to say?

Zhao Lingxiao still smiled bitterly and said, "What can she understand now in Mother's mind?"

What does a person who has a bad brain say to her can understand?

"Sir, leave as soon as possible," Zhao Lingxiao urged Mr. Shu to leave, "so that the night is long and the dreams are too long."

Mr. Wangshu: "Then after I leave, you, Prince?"

Zhao Lingxiao: "I will still find a way to leave Beijing. I can't do anything else now. Sir, don't worry about me. Several young sons of the royal family have entered the palace. The emperor will soon not be alone in me."

Mr. Wangshu walked out of the study door.

The gentleman stood outside the study door, and Zhao Lingxiao stood in the study door. Mr. Wangshu bowed to Zhao Lingxiao first, and Zhao Lingxiao bowed slightly and replied to Mr. Wangshu.

Mr. Wangshu wore a monk's robe and left the side door of Tushan Prince's Mansion. The imperial guards guarding the royal palace watched the monk walking away step by step, and soon mingled with the pedestrians on the street and disappeared.
Chapter completed!