Pampered and fierce wife: Reborn daughter-in-law has a strategy

"Foolish!" the eldest princess angrily rebuked, "If you control the Li Mansion well, even if Li Shuo inherits the Li Mansion in the future, he will not dare to do anything to you, the eldest mother, due to etiquette and law. The behavior of trying to please will push yourself into the abyss." Jiang Zhenzhen knew that she was in the wrong, lowered her head, and did not dare to say anything more.

Not long after, the person who went to Li's Mansion to collect evidence came back. Looking at the complete and clear chain of evidence from the oral confession to the physical evidence, the eldest princess really hated Jiang Zhenzhen. She obviously had a good brain, but she did something Stupid thing.

Seeing the clear evidence thrown in front of him by the eldest princess, Li Yang collapsed on the ground, not knowing what to say.

"Li Yang intended to kill his boss, and his wife, Gongsun, conspired with others to poison his children. Although Jiang was deceived, he also poisoned them and put them in prison. They will be sentenced and dealt with when the master of suffering comes."

After saying that, regardless of Li Yang Gongsun's plea, the eldest princess stood up and left.

I originally thought it was just a small matter of poisoning, but I didn't expect that it would involve so many things in the end. After all, it also involved Li Song. This is not a decision that the eldest princess can make by herself. Although she has the power, it is not good after all. Yue Zu takes his place.

Time returned to the present. Jiang Zhenzhen, Li Yang and Gongsunshi had been in prison for half a month. Li Song was about to come back. Li Xinran looked at the blue sky and suddenly laughed: "It's almost over." She looked at Yingge and said, "I'll take you home when we're done."

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After Li Song received the news from Emperor Chu Hui, he locked himself in the military tent and did not speak again for a long time.

Peng Qiongyu was worried and wanted to go into the military tent to comfort his old father, but he was stopped at the door by the guards and no one was allowed to enter.

"Sir, please leave the general alone for a while. After all, he is the last person who wants to fight."

Peng Qiongyu sighed, glanced at the military tent, turned and left.

In the military tent, Li Song sat behind the desk in a daze. This was a move he often made during this period. The chess game was over and he had no regrets about his move, but he still hoped that this catastrophe could be limited to the palace. middle.

This is of course impossible. No matter in the past, now, or even in the future, when it comes to the struggle for imperial power, there is no time for peace and excess.

They don't want to let go of what they get, and they want to take all what they can't get. In the name of righteousness, they use the people as a raft, and no one will let go until the last moment without bloodshed.

I thought of the news from Mr. Zhang, and the news from the court.

Mr. Zhang and the others spent a lot of time wasting their efforts and killing many corrupt officials to control the disaster. As a result, when the court appointed a successor, they still chose one of their own, regardless of their ability.

The corpses were living without food, and the people were being corrupted and bribed. Only under the management of Mr. Zhang and the others, the people everywhere had a chance to breathe.

Li Song let out a long sigh. Perhaps only when those in power are clear-minded can the people live a good life.

"Come here!" Li Song called.

"General." The personal guard entered the tent.

"Go and call General Peng."

"Yes."

A moment later, Peng Qiongyu entered the military tent: "General."

Li Song looked up at Peng Qiongyu and smiled: "Yu'er, do you want to go see your dad?"

Peng Qiongyu looked at Li Song, his eyes slowly turned red, and he nodded fiercely.

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Peng Qiongyu's father was Li Song's personal guard. He died on the battlefield more than ten years ago. When Li Song went to pay the pension, he saw Peng Qiongyu kneeling in front of his father's coffin with a confused look on his face. That was Li Song. It was the first time I saw Peng Qiongyu.

At that time, he was still called Da Zhuang.

The second time was outside the city. Li Song went on patrol as usual and picked up Da Zhuang who was in a coma.

When he was first picked up by Li Song, Da Zhuang's body was covered with injuries and his face was as pale as a vegetable. The military doctor said that he had not eaten well for a long time, so he was weak.

Because of hunger, Da Zhuang only fell into coma for half a day before being awakened by the smell of rice.

The extremely hungry child is like a little wolf, wild and untamed, filled with fear and helplessness.

Li Song just looked at him like this, without rushing to comfort him or approaching him rashly. He just brought him food and medicine every day.

But the days at the border are never stable. Xirong is always watching with eager eyes, and war is always on the verge of breaking out.

In a medium-to-large battle, Li Song was injured. When he was carried back, Da Zhuang rushed into the encirclement like a little wolf, stood beside his bed, and stared at him.

The guards were afraid that he would cause trouble here and wanted to pull him away, but he resisted fiercely. He didn't speak or scream, he just struggled, pulled hard, and even bit someone.

"Let him be here." Li Song said weakly, "He won't get in the way."

The soldiers looked at each other and finally let go.

Da Zhuang broke away from them and stood aside obediently, silently, just biting his hand and staring at Li Song, with one or two sobs coming out of his mouth from time to time, and tears falling in large drops. , but even so, he still stared at Li Song without blinking until the military doctor bandaged his wound.

After giving a few simple orders, Li Song waved the soldiers to go down. Da Zhuang did not move, and no one pulled him down. He remained the same as before, staring at him and biting his hand without blinking. Staring at Li Song blinkingly.

Li Song smiled palely and waved to Da Zhuang. Da Zhuang bit his hand and ran over. Li Song grabbed his wrist and rescued it from his mouth.

The slightly rough wrist was already bleeding from Da Zhuang's bite. Li Song poked Da Zhuang's forehead with distress and amusement: "Silly boy, it doesn't hurt."

This poke seemed to turn on some switch, and Da Zhuang suddenly shouted: "Dad!" Then he cried loudly, heartbreakingly, with great pain and helplessness in his cry, and his tears were like Like a river, it flows for thousands of miles and can no longer be controlled.

Li Song looked at Da Zhuang intently for a while, then sighed and touched his head. He didn't say anything more, but just let him cry in front of him.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Da Zhuang finally got tired of crying and fell asleep while crying. Li Song looked amused and stretched out his arms to hug him over. Even though Da Zhuang was sleepy to death and lusted after Li Song's arms, he still had a tense relationship. , deliberately avoiding Li Song's wounds.

No matter how tight the strings were, they could not withstand the onslaught of sleepiness. Da Zhuang huddled in Li Song's arms and sobbed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When Da Zhuang woke up again, Li Song was sitting by the bed, holding the bowl, frowning, and took a deep breath for a long time. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he brought the bowl to his mouth, drank it all, and then retched several times. .

He quickly put down the bowl, took out a small piece of yellow maltose from the inner layer of the leather armor and stuffed it into his mouth. As soon as Li Song relaxed, he turned around and saw a little carrot head looking straight at him. I was deeply shocked in my big eyes.

Li Song looked a little confused. He quickly took out a small piece of maltose and stuffed it into his mouth. He whispered, "I'll give you a piece too. Don't betray me."