I'm here to find my son

"I don't allow it. Yao Ying is a marriage bestowed by the emperor. How can the daughter-in-law who is married in by the matchmaker of the Hou Ye's mansion just say she will?" The princess sighed slowly, "Don't be confused for a while. You will regret it when the time comes."

Li Xingzhi laughed and said, "Regret?"

I regret marrying her.

Huanxi gained a lot of weight in recent days, Nan Zimu felt a little sore.He raised his hand and pulled Huanxi's swaddle again, covering his whole head.

Nan Zimu yawned with tears in his eyes, tilted his head and said lazily to Li Xingzhi: "Stop nagging, solve it quickly."

"The divorce letter, Master Hou can't write it for the time being, and it would be a waste of time to waste more words."

That's right, if Li Xingzhi wanted to get the throne more smoothly, he couldn't make a fuss about divorcing his wife at this time.

His grandfather was very satisfied with this marriage, if Li Xingzhi retired Cheng Yaoying at the time when he was choosing a successor, I am afraid the emperor would not be happy and the throne would be suspended.

The princess said: "Do it, think twice."

Li Xingzhi pondered for a moment, his face sank like water, and he amplified his voice, "Come here."

Immediately, two domestic servants trotted in from outside, bending over to obey the order.

"Take my wife to the Xiuchanyuan first, and don't allow her to go out of the courtyard without the order of the Marquis." As soon as Li Xingzhi finished speaking, Nan Zimu picked up, "The doors are locked tightly, and meals can only be served from the house. Send it to that hole."

After speaking, he looked at Lord Hou, and asked indifferently, "What do you think, Lord Hou?"

The servants also looked at Li Xingzhi, Li Xingzhi waved his hand and raised his eyes: "Allow him."

Nan Zimu turned to look at Cheng Yaoying, and saw a rather wonderful expression on her face as he wished, but the pleasure and novelty of revenge were fleeting.

He thought to himself—it was me who was hurt, even if all the people who hurt me died, it would still be someone else's life, and no amount of other people's lives could pay for his grievance.

"Let's do it..." The princess stepped forward to stop her, "Don't be impulsive."

The servants pulling Cheng Yaoying's hand gradually stopped, Li Xingzhi frowned slightly, and said: "Is this Hou's words no longer working? Pull it down."

The servants kept making noises, and finally dared to do it.

Hongyu started arguing with Nan Zimu: "Tit for tat, I don't believe in karma - 'The way of heaven is reincarnation, good and evil will be rewarded at the end of the day'? Master Hou punished him well, since she dared to do it, then Just be brave."

Nan Zimu raised his eyelids, and whispered to Hongyu, "Yes, you also know that retaliation is retaliated."

What he said was out of tune, with a strange air of yin and yang.Hongyu had nothing to say, so she had no choice but to shut up.

"Yes." Nan Zimu snorted lightly, "Ah Xi is leaving."

Li Xingzhi stopped him with a short voice: "Don't go yet."

The Crown Princess was concerned about Cheng Yaoying just now, and now she heard that Nan Zimu was going to leave, she was really overwhelmed.But since Li Xingzhi opened his mouth, no matter how much he pleaded for Cheng Yaoying, it was useless.

After weighing the pros and cons, she chose Nan Zimu's side and asked, "Why do you want to leave?"

She paused, then continued: "Since you are Huanxi's dear father, the way the Hou Ye Mansion treated you before... We are really wrong. If you are willing to stay, the Hou Ye Mansion will definitely not treat you poorly. And Let's do it... Although he doesn't say it, he has intentions for you in his heart."

The corner of Nan Zimu's mouth curled up: "The servant is terrified."

His words are full of meaning, and his smile is also thought-provoking.

"Mother," Li Xingzhi was disappointed for no reason, and the crown princess continued to speak, "What are you not afraid of? As long as you nod your head, you will be accepted as a concubine. The habit of grass, although it is a bit slow to treat these children, but it will definitely be extremely considerate to those who like it..."

Nanzi Mu raised his eyebrows and raised his peachy eyes: "No need, I don't know whether he is eager to take a concubine, but I wish to stay away from him."

"gone."

"Wait." Li Xingzhi turned around, stepped beside him, and said carefully, "If I want to see Huanxi, where should I find you?"

Li Xingzhi didn't expect that one day he would be reduced to using his own son as a cover, although the cover is true and half false, it is not clear.

"If you are willing to use your own body to raise worms, then..." Nan Zimu raised his brows, but he still couldn't remember the name of the theater he went to a few hours ago, "You come to that theater."

"What theater?"

"It's just a theater."

Li Xingzhi pondered for a moment, and said, "What's the name? There are quite a few theaters in the capital, which one are you referring to?"

"Don't say it. The Buddha said: Don't say it." Nan Zimu couldn't admit that he had forgotten the name of the theater, so he could only pretend to be profound: "You have to find it yourself. Whether you can find it or not depends on fate." .”

Li Xingzhi: "..."

Nanzimu walked halfway, but Li Xingzhi was still lying beside him like a big wooden clapper. Nanzimu looked at him upset, afraid that he would have to follow him all the way, so he sent joy to him: "You can't bear to be happy Is it? Just give you a hug for a while."

"It's not...me." Li Xingzhi was stunned.

"Don't want to hug? Then come back."

Li Xingzhi shook his head again and again, carefully holding his joy and said: "Well... There should be a lot of places to spend money outside, why don't I ask the accountant to give you a few hundred taels..."

"No need." It's a pity that Nan Zimu didn't know the weight of a few hundred taels, and felt that Master Hou was stingy.

Li Xingzhi continued to chatter: "Are you really going to that theater? I don't know if the house outside is clean or not. You must buy new ones for personal use. Don't be lazy to cover the quilt. No way - ask Xiaozhen to go with you."

"Master Hou." Nan Zimu said, "It's as simple as putting on a quilt..."

He really doesn't.

Nan Zimu turned his head and continued: "How can Hongyu not know such a simple thing, you don't have to worry about it."

Li Xingzhi closed his mouth for a while, and then began to ramble: "He must be used to the supplementary food of Huanxi, and it is not good to change it; he is getting old quickly at this age, and I will let the servants customize a few sets of clothes. The behind-the-scenes Since the person has the intention of rebellion, it must be extremely dangerous, I let Song Ci get in, and I can take care of you..."

Nan Zimu is really annoying. Being nagged by Li Xingzhi, he feels that there are big flies buzzing in his ears and heart: "Okay, Lord, I won't treat my son badly. You are so annoying."

So in the end, Nan Zimu still brought all the burdens, and there were two more people beside him, so Li Xingzhi let him out of the Marquis Mansion.

Before leaving, Li Xingzhi reluctantly returned the joy in his arms to Nan Zimu, and said sadly: "I can't see you off, there must be someone in the theater who recognizes me, and it will only cause more trouble."

Song Ci shook his hand at him: "Go back, old father."

Walking to the end of the road, Hongyu pulled Nan Zimu's sleeve and whispered, "Li Jing is still standing there..."

Nan Zimu couldn't help but glance back, only to see the cold Lord Hou who was rumored by the folks, standing at the gate of Hou's mansion as a "father stone".Adding two more lines of daddy's tears, the picture will definitely be more vivid, Nan Zimu thought.

Song Ci is very easy to get along with. He always has a faint smile on his face. When he is not talking, he has a strong bookish air all over his body. He doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner. It would be more appropriate to call him a scholar.

He said politely: "I have been with Lord Hou for too long, and there are quite a few people who want to know me, but I have a few sets of people/skins/masks/masks, I will pick one when I go back."

"Mr. Song, don't bother." Hongyu pretended to open the bag, and with the help of the bag to cover it, she conjured up something similar to a skin in her hand, and threw it to Song Ci, "Mr. Song, is it suitable for you to try?"

"This..." A piece of white skin, with no holes and no holes, wouldn't you blind yourself to death if you put it on?

Hongyu stepped forward, picked up the mask and stuck it to Song Ci's face, rubbed it lightly, the mask fit Song Ci's face perfectly, completely changing his appearance——

Jumped directly from gentle as jade to rough man.

"Young master, do you want to take a look?" Hongyu took out a bronze mirror from the bag.

Song Ci took the bronze mirror and carefully looked at the face thousands of times. Finally, Wang Dahu pressed his shoulder and said impatiently: "It looks like this no matter how you look at it. Let's look at the face for a while longer. Can it still produce a flower?"

Song Ci moved the bronze mirror away, and said with a mournful face, "The flowers won't grow, but the beard will grow."

I saw his dark, rough face with a weed-like beard.

"Can you give me a better face?" Song Ci looked at this face and was afraid.

To put it bluntly, Hongyu rubbed another face for him. It looks good, even better than his original face, and when he smiles, his eyes look a little peachy.

"No, this face is too outstanding." Song Ci caught up with Hongyu again, and flattered him, "Beauty, great beauty, can I rub another face?"

Nan Zimu noticed that Xiao Zhen's eyes followed Song Ci all the time, and soon her earlobes turned red, and every time she looked at him, her cheeks became more red.

Nanzi Mu Zhan laughed and teased him: "Xiaozhen, but the clothes are too thick? Why are you so red?"

He followed Xiao Zhen's gaze, and then deliberately attached to Xiao Zhen's ear: "Who are you looking at, so fascinated?"

"Big... my lord, don't make fun of Xiao Zhen." He whispered.

Because Hongyu and Wang Dahu yelled at Mr. Nanzimu every day, Xiaozhen changed her words after being influenced by her slaves.

The more flustered he was, the more funny Nan Zimu was.He said softly: "You are also thirteen or fourteen. There are people in other families who want to be brothers. When you are this age, they will already be married."

Xiaozhen said honestly: "My lord, Xiaozhen is fifteen this year..."

"Oh fifteen, you didn't tell me either."

Xiao Zhen: "..."

"You only celebrated Xiaozhen's birthday more than a month ago, and you cooked the dishes yourself. At that time, you asked Xiaozhen's age and said, 'Are you so old?'"

Nan Zimu: "..."

Not impressed at all.