After Cao Chong walked into Dong'er's room, Hong'er angrily smashed the window hard.

"Madam, I'll say that the little master has lie to you, and why are you talking about business? You're obviously going to the little fox Dong'er?"

Hong'er was complaining, but Zhou Ying was fiddling with the guqin in her hand, with a focused look on her face and didn't care about Hong'er's words!

"Oh, madam, why are you not in a hurry?"

Hong'er walked up and snatched the guqin.

The guqin, also known as Yaoqin, Yuqin, Sitong and Qishiqin, is a traditional Chinese musical instrument with a history of at least three thousand years.

Ancient books record that Fuxi made the piano, and there are legends such as Shennong made the piano, Huangdi made the piano, and Tang Yao made the piano; Shun decided that the piano was five strings, King Wen added one string, and King Wu defeated Zhou and added another string to seven strings.

Zhou Ying’s piano is the seven-stringed piano!

"Don't break it, this is what I begged to my mother!" Zhou Ying took the lyre carefully and placed it on her legs.

He took out a roll of bamboo slips and asked Hong'er to spread them flat in front of him with his hands. He pressed the piano score on it, and Zhou Ying began to practice.

"Madam..." Hong'er pouted. Today, this is not the wife's usual style.

Hop~

Zhou Ying tried the sound, then held the bamboo slip in her hand, focused on the piano score, and did not care about Hong'er's expression. She just said, "Hong'er, you have to know that I am a concubine, so I have to look like a concubine. What the master said in the future is more important than what I say, do you understand?"

Hong'er looked dissatisfied and could only say, "Yes, Hong'er understands!"

A trace of loneliness flashed in Zhou Ying's eyes, but looking at her belly, she also had the glory of hope.

"You are not unaware of the master, but you can do it, as long as I do better than her, I can be favored. Besides, Datou works under his hands."

Although Zhou Ying comforted herself so much, the loneliness in her eyes did not decrease much. After all, her charm could not fascinate her man, and it still frustrated Zhou Ying's self-esteem.

It's night!

The sound of the piano came from Zhou Ying's room, which was intermittent and intermittent, and was a little tender at first, but the more you played it behind, the smoother it became. This smooth sound of the piano was also accompanied by the passing of the night.

One night passed...

Last night for Cao Chong, maybe it was a hilarious night. He comforted Dong'er thousands of times and finally comforted her, but Cao Chong also understood.

It's time to take her body, otherwise with the woman's imagination, she can definitely make a blockbuster film that will be abandoned at the beginning and end.

And the Jia family was filled with bitter voices.

Jia Xu knelt on the ground, with a faint black air on his eyes. He had not been asleep for a night.

"Master, have a bowl of porridge!"

The person who served the porridge was a woman in her thirties. She had a surname without a name and was called Zhao. She was a concubine taken by Jia Xu ten years ago.

As for Jia Mu's mother, Zhang, she is already a yellow-faced woman in her forties or fifties. Because of her son, she cried all night and almost annoyed Jia Xu.

"I don't have an appetite, just take it down!" Jia Xu frowned, rubbed his dizzy temples, and said weakly.

"Master, your body is important. You haven't slept all night. If you don't drink some rice porridge, how can your body bear it!"

"Oh~"

As the saying goes, the tiger is poisonous and does not eat the child. Jia Xu is already in his forties, and there are only three sons, each of which is his flesh. How could he bear to have something wrong with Jia Mu?

only……

Cao Cao was going to execute Chen Lin alone, but let her son go. Jia Xu would not think that Cao Cao was soft-hearted. This was the temptation of the eloquent lord.

It is actually no longer important to test loyalty or to test strange intentions!

Jia Xu took the red paint bowl, which contained a small bowl of millet porridge with red dates floating on it. Jia Xu drank it in one mouthful.

Zhao quickly wiped the porridge beside Jia Xu's mouth with a handkerchief!

Just at this moment, Zhang suddenly appeared!

"Okay, Jia Xu, I kept saying that I wanted to save my baby son, but now I am actually flirting with this bitch!"

Zhang didn't wear makeup, and she cried all night, her hair flew freely, and she looked like a crazy shrew.

"Madam!" Zhao is a concubine and Zhang is a wife, so even if Zhao is scolded, she still honestly bowed to Zhang.

And this look made Zhang furious. This slutty fox was still sticking to the old man at this time, and he deserved to die!

So she rushed up directly, scratched her face, pulled her clothes and hair, and didn't underestimate the combat effectiveness of the women in the Three Kingdoms. No one was afraid of them when they splashed.

So in just a few seconds, Zhao became disheveled and his clothes became untidy!

"A bad wife, do you think it's not annoying to be a husband?" Jia Xu pushed Zhang away with his eyes sharp. Under such eyes, Zhao was not afraid.

But after fear, there is boundless anger!

Okay, you old man, it’s okay to lock your son up, but you still have to spoil this slutty fox.

"Jia Xu, if you don't save your son's life, I'll die to show you!"

After saying that, he left without looking back!

"Master... oh..."

Zhao stroked the bleeding face by Zhang with one hand, and grabbed the somewhat torn clothes with the other, with tears everywhere!

"Okay, okay, you go back to your room first!" Jia Xu comforted the concubine, and then began to sit up in the lobby again.

"Jian'er, what time is it now?" Jia Jian was Jia Xu's second son. His face was also flushed at this moment, but there was a touch of unsolvable excitement under his red eyes.

If my elder brother dies, then I am the eldest son, and then my father's title has been inherited by me?

"Father, it's already time!"

"Chen Shi!" Jia Xu seemed to be sighing something, and suddenly looked up at Jia Je.

"Job, you said, what should you do for the father?"

Jia Fang's face was stunned and suddenly laughed, but the smile did not hold on to it, and it turned into a painful expression.

"Brother, he actually made such a big mistake. Even though my father felt compassion, the Prime Minister could not easily hide it! Therefore, for our family, please make careful choices!"

Jia Xu naturally took Jia Fang's expression in his eyes. His three sons, Jia Ji, probably had some effect on his third son!

"You go down!" Jia Fang's face was confused, but he still bowed and then slowly left the lobby!

"Come!"

"You guys are here!" Five men in black rushed into the lobby.

"Send the eldest son to Xudu Yasi, I, Jia Xu, don't have this son!"

It is impossible for a hero to cut off his arm, and it is impossible not to hurt! But it is better to have short pain than long pain. Jia Xu decided to give himself some pleasure!

Shortly after Jia Xu said this, the Taizhong Doctor's Mansion was like a frying fire, causing a lot of trouble.

Screams, scoldings, crying...

After a moment, a man in black knelt in front of Jia Xu, his voice trembling.

"Old... Master, my wife hit the pillar and died!"

"Dead?" Jia Xu asked weakly, but there was not much emotion in his voice.

The man in black looked at Jia Xu in surprise, and suddenly lowered his head.

"Please also ask the lord to express my grief!"

"Oh~ wait until you send that evil son to Xudu Yasi!"

When Jia Xu closed his eyes and opened them again, there were already endless waves in his eyes.
Chapter completed!