"Mr. and wife are the same forest birds, but they fly away when they ask for pocket money. Daddy, you have changed your mind, okay! I will fulfill your wishes."

Holding the big tree, she looked as weak as a girl from Lin, Feng Wuxin bit her head, and there was a fog in her eyes.

Those who don’t know thought that there was really another woman outside Mo Yi, and now he wants to drive Feng Wuxin away.

Yan Ming's face was very gloomy. A drama artist like Feng Wuxin is probably a rare masterpiece in the world.

"Master-in-law, see you in the next life."

As he said that, Feng Wuxin turned around and wanted to leave, but when he turned around, he was embraced by Mo Yi.

"Okay, okay, Mrs. Duyi, you can spend as much as your wife wants. Even if she cut off her husband's flesh, she will be willing to be a husband. Are you happy?"

With a helpless and doting tone, Mo Yi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

His little wife has many dramas.

"real?"

In the blink of an eye, she burst into tears and laughed. Feng Wuxin opened her arms and hugged Mo Yi's waist, smiling so brightly.

"Hahaha, I know my father-in-law is the best, Wuxin loves my father-in-law the most."

"I love my wife for my husband, but don't say that kind of thing again."

In the courtyard of Qiansui Mansion, the couple hugged each other, one was willing to fight and the other was willing to be beaten. The picture was so disharmonious, but the coming of a laugh destroyed such a comfortable picture.

"I didn't know that Mrs. Qiansui had such a shy side. This is a very eye-opener today."

I don’t know when Yancangzhou appeared in Qiansui Mansion, with a pair of narrow eyes looking at the two people hugging each other, and a look hidden deep in the eyes was properly hidden.

Being damaged by Yancangzhou, Feng Wuxin gave him a blank look in disgust.

"Thank you for the praise of the third prince. This is called husband and wife's interest, so how can the third prince understand it?"

Singles don’t know how to show their love. You deserve to be single for the rest of your life.

But what is this guy doing in Qiansui Mansion?

"The third prince came to the royal sacrificial ceremony seven days later."

"That's true. As the ceremonial officer of the sacrificial ceremony, I am the one who is in charge of this sacrificial ceremony. I feel it is necessary to discuss with the sacrificial ceremony."

In the main hall of Qiansui Mansion, Mo Yi and Yancangzhou were talking about the royal sacrificial ceremony.

Feng Wuxin listened all the time and then realized the purpose of Yancangzhou this time. Seven days later, the royal sacrificial ceremony, that is, the royal sacrificial ceremony. At that time, the sacrificial ceremony will be held at the altar of Fengming Mountain. In recent years, the officials who presided over the sacrificial ceremony have been Mo Yi. This time, as the person who carries out all matters of the sacrificial ceremony, the two of them have to discuss the process.

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Feng Wuxin, who was not interested in this, listened to the meeting and left the hall, returned to the study and looked through Guiguzi's entire volume.

Yesterday, when she went to Prince Jing's mansion to drink and chat with Prince Jing, she found that Prince Jing was suffering from illness, and this disease had been following Prince Jing for quite some time.

Thinking of the face that was almost similar to the master, I don’t know if it was God’s intention to arrange it or why. In short, meeting was fate. Besides, she really appreciated the character of King Jing. It is also a good choice to bring some medicine to the next time she goes to Prince Jing’s mansion.

As he looked at it, a hint of sleepiness came, and Feng Wuxin fell asleep on the imperial chaise longue.

In his sleep, Feng Wuxin was in a strange place, with a bottomless cliff in front of him, and behind him was a strange and rugged rock, each of which was carrying blood, and the stone seemed to be roaring and roaring.

Suddenly, the ground began to collapse, and the road in front of him began to collapse bit by bit, and Feng Wuxin had to retreat.

But at this time, there was no way to retreat. When the last piece of land under his feet disappeared, Feng Wuxin fell to the abyss and kept falling!

"ah!"

Suddenly, Feng Wuxin, who was covered in cold sweat, was frightened by the nightmare.

He sat up suddenly and waited until his vision was cleaned, Feng Wuxin realized that he was just dreaming.

Tick!

Cold sweat dripped along her forehead on the back of her hands, and she was still scared by the nightmare until this moment.

Looking out the window, it was already bright at this time, and I was lying in the room of Luoxue Garden. It seemed that Mo Yi carried her back to the room after falling asleep last night.

After a simple cleaning, Feng Wuxin, who had taken the heart-devouring Gu, was about to go to Gaotian Academy.

But I stopped when I passed by Babaozhai.

According to the laws of Yan State, once a person who owns a house deed and land deed is arrested and sentenced to prison, the property and land deed belong to his children. If there are no children, it belongs to his relatives. If there are no relatives, the property will be confiscated and auctioned by the government.

In other words, if she wants to buy Babaozhai, she has to use various complicated means to get it, but who is she? She is Feng Wuxin and the wife of a treacherous minister.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuxin smiled so much that he was so merciless. As long as he knew his father-in-law, would there be something he could not do?

Of course there is no more, hahahaha!

Feng Wuxin, who was riding a horse, whistled to the sky. His laughter was so naughty that it made everyone look at him sideways.

"Why did Mrs. Qiansui smile so lewdly? Could it be that the child in her belly belongs to the third prince, who is the most hopeful person to become the prince."

"I don't look like it. I think the child in Mrs. Qiansui's belly should be the third prince. Look, the third prince went to Qiansui Mansion last night and left Qiansui Mansion for a long time. Ten is to see Feng Wuxin."

"Impossible. I think the fetus in Mrs. Qiansui's womb must be Mrs. Xiahou. Now Mrs. Xiahou has lost his memory. In order not to defile Mrs. Xiahou's life, Mrs. Qiansui did not make the matter of his child public. Tsk, it would be a sadistic love."

"You are talking nonsense. The baby in Mrs. Qiansui's belly must be from the eldest son of the Gu family. You have forgotten how reluctant the look of Mrs. Qiansui's eyes were when she bid farewell to the eldest son of the Gu family. I will still beg the eldest son of the Gu family."

"I bet the second young master of Lan, I guess it must be the second young master of Lan."

"I owed the Dali Temple Minister Yuan."

Everyone was still interested in the issue of the child's father's belonging in Feng Wuxin's belly, and even the Dali Temple Minister Yuan Zhe pulled out to make up the numbers.

Listening to the sounds of uncontrollable guesses in my ears, Feng Wuxin, who was in a good mood, was too lazy to these people.

Besides, even if she wants to give birth, she has no seeds. Can she give birth to a child by relying on divine friendship, a group of brainless people?

snort!

I am in a good mood today and don’t bother with you ordinary people.

Feng Wuxin, who rode his horse to work at Gaotian Academy, hummed a small song and disappeared happily in everyone's sight, completely ignoring the comments from others. "Have you heard that Feng Wuxin has recently hooked up with a male master from Gaotian Academy."
Chapter completed!