The Rebirth of the Concubine

"Father, please don't restrain my feet." When Wei Muyin heard that she was under house arrest by Prince Deming, she was full of plans to get close to Yuan Yue and Wei Mu's mansion, but seeing that it failed, her eyes immediately filled with tears. Tears, pear blossoms begged with rain.

Yang Bingyi was very worried as he watched from the sidelines, but as an outsider, he didn't dare to say much about what happened, so he could only secretly irritate himself for being cowardly.

Yuan Hao saw that Wei Muyin was crying so hard that he stood up from the ground in a fit of anger.

"Since my father is convinced of the nonsense that the Central Plains Yaodao said, I will go to the Weimu mansion and kill that young master Weimu. Once it is done, the disaster will be avoided." After Yuan Hao said, he raised his legs and was about to go to the backyard. Get weapons from the place where you practice martial arts.

"Presumptuous, Wei Mu Shanxi is an important minister in the court, and Ye Liqi is related to him by marriage. If you don't handle it properly, can you afford to be responsible for the mutiny of the soldiers?" Prince Deming's voice raised an octave.

Yuan Hao stood in the same place, looked straight into the eyes of Lord Deming, and clenched his fists tightly. Why is his father looking forward and backward, worrying about gains and losses? It is really annoying. If things go on like this, Xixia will always look up to Song and Liao. Strong intent to replace it.

Wei Muyin was sobbing at the moment, but he hoped that Yuan Hao would really kill his sister in his previous life in a fit of anger, so that he could get rid of half of his hatred when he saw their brothers and sisters killing each other.

"Then how will the father deal with this matter?" Yuan Hao bit his lip hard and asked with restraint of anger.

"My king will issue an order tomorrow to send Wei Mu Yuanyue into the army, and the princess is not allowed to return to the Xingqing mansion before the princess's wedding." Prince Deming said without hesitation.

Wei Muyin felt a little disappointed, she was really upset that Yuan Yue was not killed.

"Even if Mr. Wei Mu is serving as an army outside, his freedom will not be restricted, but what about my son? But my son can't get out of this long and deep mansion. My father has thought about my son's feelings. It's not fair that my son's freedom is bound in vain. After saying that, Wei Muyin's eyes turned red again, tears dripped down her face, she was usually cold and charming.

Seeing that Wei Muyin was so sad, Yuan Hao was furious when he thought of Yuan Yue's contempt for his younger sister, but he didn't dare to disobey his father's order.

"Let's go." Yuan Hao suddenly pulled up Wei Muyin who was still crying, and helped her stumble back to the backyard.

"Brother Wang, you have to save me." Wei Muyin said timidly while grabbing Yuan Hao's arm.

"Help, when the time is right, I will not let you be trapped in the palace, not only that, I will make Wei Mu Yuanyue pay the price." Yuan Hao patted the back of Wei Muyin's hand and said solemnly.

Wei Muyin nodded, and then exhaled, her voice was hoarse from crying, her eyes were red and swollen, but she was slowly thinking about it.

When did Prince Deming die?

Wei Muyin made a rough calculation in his mind, and there are still ten years left.

However, she had just witnessed the confrontation between the father and son of Prince Deming, like two tigers fighting, it seems that Yuan Hao's idea of ​​proclaiming himself emperor has sprouted, Yuan Hao is cold, ruthless and ungrateful, he can only assist Yuan Hao to preside over the Xixia Dynasty and secretly protect the guards. For the Mu clan, it is the long-term strategy to evade Prince Deming.

Wei Mu's mansion was also full of sighs and sighs, Yuan Yue was thinking about Wei Muyin's affairs, too lazy to tangle with Wei Mu Shanxi, and went back to the house to be alone after hastily coping with the master's lecture.

Wei Mushanxi was still sleepless late at night, pacing in circles in the room, thinking about it, he was worried that Prince Deming loved his daughter dearly, and Yuan Yue might lose his life in case of anger.

"Master." Ye Lishi walked in from the outside with his waist supported, and called softly.

Wei Mushan watched her come in squintingly, and his mind sank, how could Yeli's two-month pregnancy be so hypocritical, thinking how could his wife be so cautious when she was pregnant with Wei Muhe.

"Why are you here?" Wei Mushan said happily.

Yeli could hear the impatient tone of the master, and felt uncomfortable. Although he is a concubine, he is pregnant with the flesh and blood of Wei Mu's family. Since the day he fainted, the master has been gentle with him, so why can't he get a good word from him in the future? nice words.

"The concubine knows that the master can't sleep peacefully, so I came to check it out." Mrs. Ye Li put her hands on her waist on purpose, making her stomach look bigger.

"How are you doing these days, ma'am?" Wei Mushanxi asked because he was busy with affairs in court and didn't have the time to manage the affairs of the backyard.

"Ma'am... I'm still ill. The doctor told me to take care of the baby with peace of mind, and reduce my walking with my wife so as not to pass the sickness into the fetus." Ye Li curled her lips. She really didn't want to go. Talk about Mrs.

Wei Mushanxi looked at Yeli's belly as if it was a little bigger than a few days ago, and remembered that his wife gave birth to heirs, but one was sent to the nunnery to worship the Buddha, and the other was dressed in a strange appearance.

He felt ashamed, and now Yuan Yue caused trouble for no reason, and his life was threatened.

"I'll go see Madam." Wei Mushanxi ignored Ye Li's complaining gaze, went straight out of the house, and walked to Madam's backyard.

At this moment, the backyard was quiet, in the darkness, but there was still a light beam of lamp oil in the lady's room.

Wei Mu Shanxi walked gently outside the door, facing the closed door, touched the stubble on his chin, did not go in directly, but raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly three times.

"Ahem, who is it?" The lady in the room coughed twice and asked in person.

Wei Mushan was startled for a moment, wondering where did the maid who served his wife go?

"Madam, it's me." Wei Mu Shanxi's voice was not loud, but sonorous and powerful, before Madam could answer, he pushed open the door.

The strong smell of soup and medicine in the room rushed towards his face, filling his nostrils, Wei Mushanxi saw the bed curtain moved slightly, and then pulled it open, and his wife slowly sat up inside.

"Where's the maid?" Wei Mushanxi looked around and asked when he saw that the room was empty.

"I sent them back to each room to sleep, and they couldn't sleep peacefully because of my cough in the middle of the night." Madam coughed again.

Wei Mushan was noncommittal. He knew that his wife, who had been with him for many years, was gentle and compassionate, so he didn't pursue it any further.

"Is the master here for something important?" Seeing that Wei Mu Shanxi was stuck in the middle of the house like a goose, the madam continued to ask.

Wei Mushanxi walked to the bed, took off his coat, leaving only the brocade white inner, and then lay down on the bed.

"Master, why are you doing this?" Madam was really taken aback by Wei Mu Shanxi's series of actions, but then she wanted to know that Master was worried about Yuan Yue.

"He'er will be back soon, you have to take good care of yourself, don't let her feel sick when she sees you." Wei Mushan Xiping said with his eyes closed.

Madam smiled, thinking that Wei Muhe was going back to the mansion, and her son and daughter were both safe, she couldn't help but feel happy, she couldn't bear the pain of separation from mother and daughter anymore.

She was going to ask about Yuan Yue's affairs in detail, but when she saw that the master fell asleep in a blink of an eye, she could only lie back beside him, quietly stretched out a hand from the brocade quilt, and held it tightly. Hold Wei Mu Shanxi's hand.