"The Second Young Master is here."

Mrs. Jing immediately took two steps forward.

The boy came in from outside the curtain and the light shone on her, making the boy look taller and more handsome, and extraordinary, like a general walking down the God of War.

Mrs. Jing's gaze instantly stuck to him.

Di Ludang didn't see it, he didn't know how to get along with his "mother". Moreover, he was twenty years old and could not admire his mother's love, so he didn't accept Mrs. Jing's gaze.

Mrs. Jing looked away with guilt again. If... she asked him more, would she be...

Mr. Jing was already stunned and said, "The manager said that he saw you coming back with your official robe. What's going on? Where did you get it back? You are not that deadly!"

Di Lu looked at the Marquis without any expression when he heard this: "Dad asked about the official robe?"

Mrs. Jing immediately stepped forward: "Don't worry, say slowly, don't you be afraid, did your friend ask you to keep it?"

"no."

Mr. Jing immediately became angry: "That's what you stole!"

"What are you calling! Let the child finish his words! You can't ask slowly if there is anything." But he was panicked again. Why was this child so careless? He caught the witch's words on the first day.

"You said! You'd better give me a reason!"

"The official robe is mine."

Mrs. Jing looked at him.

Mr. Jing also looked at him, but he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while. What does it mean by you?

Di Lu was happy to repeat for Marquis Jing: "The official robe belonged to mine that day."

"How come you have an official robe?"

Mrs. Jing also nodded in surprise: Yes.

Di Lu thought this sentence was ridiculous: "Of course it's because I have an official position."

"You have an official position!" Marquis Jing opened his eyes wide and big!

Mrs. Jing was also a little confused. He...how could he have an official position?

Mr. Jing felt that he might have hearing problems and was hallucinating: "What official position..." This cannot be made up, just register and make a book!

"The fifth rank of the rituals and chapters of the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites and

Marquis Jing didn't understand a little, and abandoned his identity as Marquis. He was only a fifth-rank rank in the court, and he was also a fifth-rank rank in Qingshui Yamen. He was also a fifth-rank rank, with a ritual and seal, and a real power level!

Besides, he is still a concubine! How could he serve in the Ministry of Rites?

"I just turned around and the court service was just done. I just got it back today. What's the problem?"

Only then did Mrs. Jing come to her senses, surprise, excitement, and guilt, and finally turn into heartache, self-blame, blame herself, and blame her.

Mr. Jing was completely confused: "You have always been an official?"

"Um,"

"But you are a sage..." He looked at his wife and immediately withdrew his gaze.

Di Lu repeated again: "Now, no matter how many people are from the background, just as long as they have knowledge."

Then you have knowledge, no, you are really the fifth rank of the Ministry of Rites! Mr. Jing thought he heard it wrong.

His son is an important official in the court and he is at the same level as him! But why didn’t he say it at the beginning?!

Mrs. Jing couldn't help but hold the child's arm. How hard he was. Mrs. Jing didn't know whether to thank God for not delaying the child's future or comfort him with the hardships along the way. She just wanted to look at him like this and comfort him.

Mr. Jing still doesn’t understand, what does the way he saw him at Aunt Hua that day mean?

He immediately looked at the child suspiciously, he was on guard against him!

Di Lu looked as old as before, turned to look at him, as if he was confused about his reaction?

"You ate that day..."

"The child is not good at eating? He was used to being hungry when he was young, and the hidden diseases left behind."

Mrs. Jing feels cut by a knife.

Di Lu had no choice but to reach out to support her. He had no intention, but was just going to be the Marquis of Jing.

Mr. Jing immediately shut up and didn't dare to go into it in depth, but he didn't know what was wrong, but he felt that there must be something wrong.

But there should be no problem. Everyone who knows this child died when he was very young, and it is impossible for anyone to tell him.

Xiulan would tell anyone even more that he had never said this secret because he hadn't even drunk alcohol in recent years, and it was even more impossible for him to tell this matter out of his sleep.

So this child could not know, that is, he resented Aunt Hua abandoned him back then.

Mr. Jing's expression suddenly relaxed, and it was easy to deal with. He immediately sighed and said earnestly: "You are complaining about your legitimate mother and father..."

Mrs. Jing didn't know where he came from and said this. If she didn't have to worry about her son's future, she would have no time to deal with him. She would have to say it—

Di Lu held her hand and signaled her not to move, so that she would go wherever she could go.

Mrs. Jing immediately looked at her son.

Mr. Jing was still silent in his good father's idea: "At the beginning... your elder brother was in poor health and had to feel wronged you."

Mrs. Jing sneered, with such a face... Fortunately, Di Lu knew everything, otherwise, wouldn't they have to teach him to hate her! What a vicious thought!

Mrs. Jing felt even more uncomfortable. She kept putting her palm on his arm and couldn't bear to let go. Why don't you say it now?

"Why not say it."

The same sentence means differently. Mr. Jing asked him why he did not talk about his official position at the beginning: "You have resentment in your heart? It should be that we were hasty at the beginning, but those servants were even more abominable! I couldn't tell you, and I secretly took you up the mountain, and my crime was unforgivable!" However, why was it the Ministry of Rites? Mr. Jing was stunned for a moment, but the strangeness quickly dispersed.

Mrs. Jing doesn’t want to see him, it’s embarrassing!

Di Lu looked at him and argued.

"Do you hate Daddy?"

"No complaint."

Mrs. Jing had no shame to ask, but he was thankful for asking.

Mr. Jing still believed it and smiled enthusiastically: "Okay! OK! The fifth rank is as promising as me." What's the relationship between being a legitimate or a illegitimate? It's all about glorifying the ancestors, let alone his children!

That's great. The Jing family has a son who has reached the fifth rank official position by relying on their strength. Will those people all look up to themselves in the future! Good! A great thing! You have to open a ancestral hall to worship your ancestors! "What do you always pull him to do?"

Mrs. Jing smiled slightly and said, "I look at this child with kindness."

Mr. Jing swallowed the latter words and changed them to: "If you are kind, look more."

"Master, I want to raise this child in my name."

You can choose, but you can remember the future in your name, why don’t you remember the others?

Mrs. Jing let go of the child's hand: "Master, think about it. Although no one cared about Xiangsheng's origin before, he has returned to the royal palace after all, so it is easier for him to do it in my name."

Mr. Jing thought about it and said, "Okay, when this matter is opened, I will directly follow the genealogy."

"I also want to buy him a yard-"

"Master, Madam, Aunt Hua is here."

Mrs. Jing snorted coldly in her heart, "It's coming soon, what are you afraid of?" She was afraid that they would know that their son was promising.

Mrs. Jing is in a good mood now. As long as she does not delay her children, she can slowly calculate many things with her.

What's more, Hua Xiulan's "son" serves in the Ministry of Rites, so of course she has to praise Aunt Hua for her good teaching. Instead, she is the one who is not as good as her own, and she is still a vulgar woman in the backyard.

Mrs. Jing wiped the corners of her mouth with a smile and looked at her son.

Di Lu sighed in his heart, saying nothing.

Mrs. Jing was like an amnesty. Why was her son so outstanding? Whether she was good at looking, learning, or having a good temperament, she would teach her children with such a kind of character since she was a child...

Mrs. Jing wanted to cry a little, but fortunately, it was not too late now. She knew that he was his son, and he also knew that he was her son. Now, if you can still see him like this, wouldn’t you be so resentful to her?

As soon as Aunt Hua came in.

Mrs. Jing smiled and stepped forward enthusiastically to hold her hand: "Sister, why don't you tell me and the master such a great thing? I and the master can still treat the child badly."

Aunt Hua pulled a smile on her lips and bowed: "Mr. Marquis, Madam. This child didn't tell me out of selfishness. Are you afraid that we would get cheaper if we were to him? Such a child—"

"My sister is thinking badly. Because we didn't ask about that, my sister is here to congratulate her sister on congratulating her sister and raise such a promising son." Mrs. Jing said sincerely. How could she be unhappy? She should be very happy and praise her sister: "It's much better than my unsatisfactory son."

Aunt Hua didn't want this kind of strength at all, and she laughed awkwardly, feeling disgusted: "Sister is joking, if sister is fine..."

"How come it's okay? This is a major event for the Jinghou Mansion."

"What a big deal is it? The eldest young master is the child of Long Zhang Fengzi in the family."

Mrs. Jing refused: "Where is Qi Sheng not yet in office, haha." Gao was unhappy, his son was so outstanding, so he laughed at him.
Chapter completed!