The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

"Master Marquis, what did the Emperor reward Concubine Ji?"

"Death."

"Huh? Death?"

Wan Lianxing smiled and said, "Isn't this a reward?"

The old housekeeper trotted and said, "Yes! Yes! Everything the Marquis said is right."

Wan Lianxing looked at the panting little old man and said, "Old housekeeper, send someone to see if Cheng Feng is free. I'm hungry and ask him to cook me a bowl of noodles."

"Master Marquis, Master Cheng Feng is cooking noodles in the kitchen. I will go and notify him immediately."

Wan Lengxing smiled and said, "No need, I'll go directly to the dining hall to find him."

Wan Lengxing entered the kitchen and immediately saw Cheng Feng standing guarding a pot and Cangman squatting on the ground. He shook his head.

"Hey, two grown men are here? One of them wants to be a cook, and the other wants to be a stoveman, right? Let me say it first. I don't lack the two of you in the back kitchen. If this kitchen is given to If it’s lit, I won’t take it lightly.”

"Uncle."

"Master Hou."

"Are you cooking for your wife again?"

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "Just make a bowl of noodles. Uncle, do you want to eat it? I'll give you a bowl too."

Wan Lianxing glanced into the pot and said, "I'm really hungry. Give me another bowl."

"Master Marquis, is there any news from the palace?"

"What news do you want to know?"

"I want to know if Concubine Ji will be favored in the future?"

Wan Lianxing said: "We will know what happens next."

"You can tell me."

Wan Lianxing tapped Cangman's forehead with his fan, "Everyone will know what they should know. There's no point in asking if you don't know."

Cangman saw that Wan Lianxing was in a better mood than before he went out in the morning. He was confident to ask something, so he straightened up from the stove and walked towards Wan Lianxing.

"Master Marquis, you are tired from going out today. Let me give you a squeeze."

Wan Lianxing looked at Cangman's outstretched hands, which were still stained with the black bottom of the pot. He used his fan to block Cangman's approach with disgust.

"Stay away from me and don't show me any courtesy. I won't fall for your tricks."

"Master Hou, you praised me for squeezing my shoulders yesterday. Why do you still dislike me now?"

Wan Lengxing said: "My shoulders are light now, I don't need it."

Cangman said: "I need it. If I don't pinch it for you a few times, my hands will feel itchy."

Wan Lengxing said: "I think you are itchy. Even if you are attentive, you have to look at the occasion. This is the kitchen."

"Then I'll go next door and squeeze your shoulders."

Cheng Feng said: "Cangman, hurry up and add some firewood, otherwise the noodles will not be cooked properly."

"Oh oh oh, here it comes."

Cheng Feng's words saved Wan Lianxing. Cangman was already squatting in the stove again and going to add firewood, but he still refused to give up, "Master Marquis, how is the emperor's mood today?"

Wan Lengxing said, "You worry too much. I'll go next door and bring me the noodles later."

……

Some are happy and some are sad.

Mrs. Song, who had spoken harsh words to Mo Hai Tao yesterday, was honest today. Her servants said that this man had been crying all morning, and she didn't even look at Mo Hai Tao howling on the bed.

She knew in her heart that once her natal family fell, it would be difficult for her to bring down Mo Haiyao.

At this time, Mo Haiyao, who had finished lunch, passed by Mo Haitao's yard. When he heard Mo Haitao's cry, he stopped and walked in.

He covered his nose with a handkerchief and said to Ms. Song, who was sitting on the chair and had already become numb: "Don't just ignore your own son if your natal family is ruined. This is my brother after all. You can't let him be called like this." One day, if this spreads out, it will damage the reputation of our Mo family, and those who don’t know it will think that our Mo family won’t treat him."

Even now, Ms. Song's words are still unforgiving: "My natal family has been confiscated. You must be happy this time."

Mo Haiyao said: "A person with evil intentions will have whatever fate he deserves whether I am happy or not. You should be lucky that you are already married, otherwise you will be indispensable for the whole family."

Mrs. Song was shocked by Mo Haiyao's words. She did escape a disaster, but she was unwilling to accept it. She blamed all her grievances and misfortunes on Mo Haiyao.

"Haitao is ill. Something happened to my parents' family. Everything happened because of you. You are a broom star who is specifically against me. You will not die easily."

Mo Haiyao said: "I am younger than you, and now I have great power, and I am protected by the Marquis. I guess you won't be able to see how I die in the future, but I advise you to be more aware of current affairs. Your son's life is still in my hands." On the hand, if you want him to die early, just do the opposite with me, and I will definitely wean him off the medicine."

Mo Haitao casually took out a small medicine bottle and threw it on the bed. Mo Haitao didn't know how to take medicine himself. Even if the medicine bottle was right next to his mouth, he couldn't take it. He needed someone to take care of him. I have been used to being taken care of since I was a child, and I almost lost the ability to take care of myself.

After listening to Mo Haitao's words, Mrs. Song was already gnashing her teeth in anger. Looking at the inhumane Mo Haitao lying on the bed, her heart went cold. She knew that she had no one to back her up, but the only way to keep her son. With her life, she could make a comeback.

She staggered up, picked up the medicine bottle that Mo Haitao had left on the bed, took out the elixir from it, and fed it to Mo Haitao.

The effect of the medicine will not come so quickly. Mo Haitao, who was tortured by a strange disease, started to curse people when he saw Mo Haiyao. He cursed whatever was unpleasant and what he wanted to relieve his anger. Mo Haiyao would not follow a dying person. After scolding him, he patiently asked Feng Gou beside him: "What can I do to stop him from barking like this?"

Feng Gou said nervously: "Young Master, I don't know."

Mo Haitao touched his Adam's apple and said, "Don't you know?"

After being hinted like this, Feng Gou no longer dared to pretend to be confused. He was frightened and hesitantly said: "How about... how about stuffing charcoal into his throat?"

"Sai Tan?"

Feng Gou said: "The eldest young master was stuffed with charcoal into his throat by the second young master, so your throat is not getting better even now."

Mo Hai Tao, who was lying on the bed, also knew that he was scared. If Mo Hai Tao wanted to do something to him now, his father and mother would not be able to protect him.

He shouted with all his strength: "It was Feng Gou who came up with the idea. It was Feng Gou who asked me to stuff charcoal into your throat. All bad things were done by Feng Gou..."

Mo Hai Tao was not the only one who was afraid at this time. Feng Gou also started to tremble and be frightened. He had done too many bad things. As long as Mo Hai Tao believed Mo Hai Tao's words, his life would definitely be gone today. He knelt on the ground, hugging Mo Haiyao's legs and cried: "Young Master, I'm wronged. I have never done anything to regret you, Master. The second young master just wants to sow discord between us. Don't fall for him." trap."