The little Marquis’ favorite: Madam, she is the richest in the world

What happened in front of the Hou Mansion could not be hidden from Jiang Heng.

Because he was busy with official duties, he didn't return until very late that day, dressed in night clothes.

The guard at the main gate of the Hou Mansion reported to him what happened during the day.

When Jiang Heng heard the name Meng Lin, he was in a daze for a moment.

Baili on one side reminded: "It's the one that Master Meng used to have..."

Jiang Heng finally had a vague impression, "Shameless!"

After saying these words coldly, the man strode towards the backyard.

When they returned to the bedroom, Meng Xian had already fallen asleep, Chunyue was keeping vigil, and Jiang Heng waved her to leave.

Chunyue bowed, quietly closed the door and retreated.

His wife was sleeping soundly on the bed. Jiang Heng took a quick shower and sat on the edge of the bed before he could lie down. A thin white arm wrapped around his waist from behind.

He was slightly startled, and then he took the person into his arms and lay down together.

"Did I wake you up?" He rubbed the little head in his arms and asked softly.

The little girl shook her head, "I feel you are back."

Jiang Heng instantly felt soft-hearted, "I heard from the servants in the mansion that Meng Lin is here to find you."

"Yes." Meng Xian nuzzled into his arms. "Wang has always been extravagant and particular about her expenses. Although her uncle and her father left her a lot of savings, the family can only go in and out, and the gold and silver will be spent one day. "

Jiang Heng said casually: "It has always been easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Wang has been particular about it all her life. If this makes her start living frugally and in poverty, it will be more painful than killing her."

In the past, when Meng Zhou and Wang had not yet reconciled, Jiang Heng had called Wang a few times as "Master's wife", so he had a fairly good understanding of this person's behavior.

"Let her go. Whether she is in pain or not is none of my business." Meng Xian's voice was cold and her disgust was palpable.

Jiang Heng knew the knot in her heart and softly explained: "Master now has a close friend by his side, so it can be said that all the hardships are over."

"Is there something urgent that His Majesty asked you to do? Are you busy now?" Meng Xian didn't want to talk about Wang and her daughter anymore. The topic changed and she thought of the man's early departure and late return in recent days.

"The Holy One received the certificate of credence from the Turkic Khan. Due to the previous defeat, the original Khan completely lost the support of the people. His younger brother Mo Yu took the opportunity to seize the throne and has now become the new Turkic Khan."

Wherever there are people there will be strife;

As long as there is interest driven, there will be a steady stream of strife and competition.

Turks are no exception.

Meng Xian was not surprised, and just listened quietly.

"This Mojuan Khan seems to be very self-aware. The first thing he did when he came to the throne was to write a letter saying that he is willing to be a vassal to the Central Plains for generations and pay annual tribute. To show his sincerity, his prince and princess will come in person to present Mojuan's first gift since he ascended the throne. A tribute.”

Meng Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "It sounds really sincere."

He added a random and faint sentence, "I'm afraid the drunkard is not interested in drinking."

Jiang Heng lowered his eyes and looked at the girl with a wicked smile in his arms, and said with a helpless smile: "I really can't hide anything from you. This is exactly what the Lord is worried about."

Meng Xian pretended to be puzzled: "What are you worried about, Your Majesty?"

"Asking knowingly!" His slender fingers hooked the tip of the girl's delicate nose, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed to overflow.

Meng Xian sneered, and then she couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Is your Majesty really worried about this?"

Since ancient times, which emperor has not encountered the beauty of a foreign country. For the emperor, this seems to be a good thing for both public and private purposes, so he always welcomes those who come.

This was the first time that Meng Xian heard that an emperor was worried about this matter.

"Of course. If this matter is not handled well, my sister will not be able to spare him!"

Jiang Heng had long been used to Xiao Qiyu's henpecking, but this was the first time Meng Xian heard about it, and he was very surprised.

"Sister is such a gentle and kind person..."

Her misunderstanding was so profound that Jiang Heng, his biological brother, couldn't bear to hear it.

"Gentle and kind?"

"Huh?" She raised her head to meet his somewhat complicated look, wondering what he meant.

"It seems that my sister has not revealed her true face in front of you yet." The man suddenly sighed.

"Madam, a gentle and kind person cannot be Princess Ning for so many years that others can't find any fault; but she can't suppress those ministers who are trying their best to get women for the Holy Emperor."

"That... can only show that sister is smart and capable, which is not inconsistent with her gentleness and kindness." Meng Xian still insisted on herself.

Jiang Heng was in trouble.

As a younger brother, who knows better than him whether his sister is gentle or not.

But there is no way to say that. It cannot be said that when he was a child, his dignified hussar general was chased and beaten by his sister all over the courtyard every day.

He still wants to save face in front of his wife.

"The days are still long, you will know in the future."

Although Meng Xian does not have a biological brother, she treats Zheng Xuze no differently than her biological brother, so after thinking about it for a while, it is not difficult to guess that this man has "a hard time talking."

"Oh." Meng Xian blinked her watery almond-shaped eyes, "Can't you tell that our young marquis is also afraid of my sister."

Jiang Heng: "..."

A flash of scorn flashed across the man's face. He had seen her get along with Zheng Xuze, so it was not surprising that she could guess it.

"Sister, did I really beat you?" Meng Xian was really shocked.

But the man could hear surprise and a bit of schadenfreude in her tone.

"Why do you sound so excited to me?" He pinched the soft flesh of her cheek and spoke in a dangerous tone.

Meng Xian felt the pain, covered her face and hid behind, but the man restrained her waist, unable to move.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves,

"I find it a bit unbelievable..." She said with a sneer: "After all, there are very few people who can bully you."

Jiang Heng closed his eyes, and the smooth lines of his facial features remained cold and hard in the dim candlelight. "It's not uncommon now. Anyone can bully me."

This was too aggrieved to say, especially coming from the mouth of such a powerful man, the contrast was too great.

Meng Xian lay back in front of him again, suppressing a smile, as if coaxing a child, "It's okay, I will help you bully whoever bullies you in the future."

The man's eyes lit up, "What if the Holy One bullies me?"

Meng Lian: "..."

It was said that the only people in the palace who could "bully" him were the two in the palace.

But this was a bit too difficult for her. She originally wanted to say something nice to coax him, but she didn't expect that he actually gave her a difficult problem.

"...You are making things difficult for others!"

She frowned and stared at him dissatisfied.

"Hahaha." He laughed loudly and rubbed her furry little head again, "I'm just teasing you."

"Even if he is the Holy One, I am the only one who can bully him!"

She thought for a while and asked, "What about me?"

"you?"

The man smiled maliciously, "Do you want to bully me? Or do you want to..." He suddenly leaned forward and bit her ear, his hot breath spraying on the girl's small and delicate ear, "Being bullied by me?"

The girl snorted coldly and couldn't help but pinch him and say one word, "Can you be more serious -"

"Ah~"

The man suddenly turned her over.

Just as Meng Xian was about to curse, he saw him take out a pamphlet from under the pillow.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her cheeks burned uncontrollably, her eyes flickered, and she said in a panic: "You, put it away!"

That thing was a gift from Yin Jiazhi when they got married. I just opened it yesterday. I thought it was some kind of book, but who would have thought it was so ugly.

At the thought, Meng Xian scolded Yin Jiazhi again in her heart.

After all, he is a young master from an aristocratic family, how could he give such a thing as a gift!

How immoral!

The girl beneath him was ashamed and annoyed, but Jiang Heng looked calm and slowly turned the pages of the book, looking like he was studying seriously.

"Madam, let's try it too?" The man pointed at a gesture on one of the pages and asked sincerely.

Meng Lian kicked him directly, "If you want to try it, try it yourself!"

She still has a bottom line, okay?

Even after being rejected, Jiang Heng was not discouraged and pressed himself against her back, kissing her from that elegant and snow-white neck.

Inch by inch, slowly go down.

Meng Xian's breath gradually became unstable, and her body began to tremble a little;

She bit her lower lip, not wanting him to succeed easily.

But evil-minded men are full of tricks.

gradually,

Meng Xian, whose cheeks were flushed, could no longer withstand his continuous attack on the city and territory, and the entire defense line collapsed.

Beautiful spring night, sleepless night.