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Chapter 260 Yun Wei Manages the Wedding
At night, the landlord Mu, King of Fujian, took the initiative to run to Mu Yang's room, lay down straight on the bed, "Ah Yang will sleep with me."

Mu Yang is no longer surprised, his jaw is about to drop, okay?
"Don't you lie on the roof every night—" Mu Yang paused for a while, then continued, "Look at me?"

Occasionally, at night, Landlord Mu would always avoid others and lie quietly on the roof of Mu Yang's bedroom.

Landlord Mu's kung fu is better than that of Mu Yang, even though the emperor released people around him and Landlord Mu.

But the emperor can only get the information they want the emperor to see.

The information is not equal, so the emperor is always a step behind.

The person sent by the emperor to monitor him was no more than eighth rank, which is said to be very high, and he looked up to Landlord Mu and Mu Yang.

Let Bapin monitor the grandmaster and the youngest half-step grandmaster?
This is no joke!
It's outrageous!

The eighth-rank master was played around by these two people, thinking that he was watching well.

Landlord Mu closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Think about it, you are not a beauty, why should I have to suffer while crawling on the roof? Last time it rained, you didn't say a word to let me come down, but you One word hurts me.

Ayang, I treat you as my son now, and you are my son. After seeing my uncle relying on Yunmo, I regretted it. If I want to have a son for retirement, I can't be too reserved and take face too seriously. "

"Blow out the candles and go to sleep."

Landlord Mu emphasized, "It's not like I have to sleep with Ah Yang every day. In the past few days, my mood has been unstable, and Ah Yang has to watch me. I'm worried that I'll stab myself with a sword in my dream."

Mu Yang pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, turned around and walked out, joking, he wouldn't sleep with an old man whose wife had a cuckold!

What's the matter with Uncle San?

Not even my own father!
After being carried back by the third uncle, he really wanted to sleep with his father, especially when it was thundering and raining, every time he watched his father sleeping with his elder brother, the third uncle was not there.

He is no longer a child who needs to be afraid of thunder and being driven to work by those wolf-hearted scum with sticks.

Some things, if you miss it, you can't make up for it if you try everything.

After changing the room, Mu Yang thought that the third uncle would chase after him, and that he would not be able to fall asleep because of changing the bed, but Mu Yang hit his head on the pillow and fell asleep soon.

There is always a sachet from Yunwei next to his pillow.

The faint, warm smell is like a pair of invisible hands embracing Mu Yang.

Why can he break through one after another?

In addition to sleeping well and eating plenty of fish, Mu Yang's once knotted heart was let go, and what he longed for was no longer important.

He doesn't need to do a lot of things to please his parents, to assist Mu Chen to prove that he is useful, and he can stay in Mu's house.

A slight sound caused Mu Yang to suddenly open his eyes. The surrounding environment was unfamiliar, and Mu Yang seemed to have thorns all over his body—he was used to touching the sachet, and his eyes cleared up a little.

"Grass, are you serious?!"

Mu Yang suddenly stood up and didn't dare to hesitate. He only had time to grab the sachet and ran back to the master bedroom with disheveled hair.

On the bed, Landlord Mu had already stabbed the dagger in his chest, muttering like sleepwalking: "Does it hurt? I'm not a eunuch."

Mu Yang stepped forward to snatch the dagger, but the landlord Mu obviously had better skills, how could Mu Yang easily get what he wanted?
Mu Yang knew that the masters sent by his father had been transferred away, after rounds of probing, Mu Yang handed back the last trump card, the heavy cavalry elite, and the emperor let go of his doubts about them for the time being.

And the place where Mu Yang slept, even if the eighth-rank master hadn't left, he couldn't get in.

Mu Yang studied under the son of Yang's daughter, and was once a useless person. He had no sense of security, so he read a lot of books, not only to arrange troops, but also to learn some formations.

Self-created defense, it seems ordinary, stepping in, is not someone Mu Yang trusts, and there is no way around his courtyard.

Landlord Mu didn't notice this, and even Concubine Yang didn't know about it.

After all, no matter how much they overestimated Mu Yang's talent, they would not believe that Mu Yang could really excel in everything.

Don't blame them, who made Mu Yang too evil.

It's so evil, curly hair wants Mu Yang to go offline, but he can only think of lightning strikes.

Mu Yang and the third uncle rolled together, Mu Yang tried his best to hold down the third uncle, staring at the deep black pupils, "See who I am?"

"...Ayang."

Landlord Mu stopped moving, let go of the dagger in his hand, and slowly closed his eyes, "Don't look at me, don't pay attention to me, let me calm down for a while."

"Why the third uncle?"

Mu Yang got up from the bed, with a mocking arc on his mouth: "Can self-mutilation reduce the guilt in your heart? How did you get into the mirror of the master? You are in a fragile state of mind. I think you, the master, are also vain and caught by others. , One hit will break.

If you are beaten by others, you can't even beat Gaopin. "

Landlord Mu continued to remain silent. Mu Yang walked to the door, and the moonlight cast him a layer of luxury.

"If I see you again, I can only harm myself. I won't call you third uncle again. Do you know why I left you in Prince Jing's mansion?"

Mu Yang didn't intend to wait for the third uncle to figure it out, so he pointed it out directly: "Apart from the fact that you cook delicious fish, what really makes me admire the third uncle is not our old friendship, but that you made Jiang's adulterer die with shame, and instead made you better." .”

Landlord Mu: "..."

"Yeah, I like the way you get back at him, it's very creative."

Mu Yang nodded seriously, and chuckled lightly: "I'm qualified to be my third uncle, and I'm qualified to take care of you."

Landlord Mu covered his head with his hands, the bleeding from the wound on his chest decreased, and the wound was slowly healing without treatment.

The next day, Mu Yang and Landlord Mu sat opposite each other, neither of them would speak. Both of them were holding a bowl of rice porridge, and they ate one bite at a time. The white rice porridge tasted delicious.

The little servant who was waiting on the side didn't dare to look at it any more, so he put down four dishes of side dishes and withdrew.

Mu Yang doesn't like to be served by people, and so does Landlord Mu.

However, the boys exchanged glances with each other, the prince and the king of Min are actually very similar.

"Today, I'll go to Jiang's house to help." Mu Yang put down the empty bowl, and said calmly, "Third Uncle should pay close attention to the matter between Uncle and Grandmother. If there is a mistake, I will also blame you."

Landlord Mu's arms paused for a while, "You don't care about the arrangements for Mu Chen's expedition?"

"in spite of."

Mu Yang faced the rising sun, and compared with yesterday's coldness under the moonlight, there was a little more dazzling feeling that made Landlord Mu unable to open his eyes.

"I'm just elder brother's younger brother, not his father."

"..."

Seeing Mu Yang's tall figure completely covered by the sun, Landlord Mu smiled, the heaviness in his heart and the regret that suffocated him dissipated more than half, and he seemed to no longer have to worry about A Yang.

The third uncle is also very good, why should they care about the address?
The wedding day is approaching, both Yunwei's and Yun Mo's heads are busy.

Yunwei only wanted Jiang to be a carefree bride, and since she didn't have elders to handle the wedding chores for Jiang, Yunwei took care of everything and took care of the wedding.

While learning the tedious and complicated wedding rules in ancient times, she applied what she had learned and led many housekeepers to be busy inside and out.

As long as Yunwei works hard, the preparations for the wedding will be impressive and presentable.

The curly hair dragged the dog's tail and followed Yunwei, witnessing that Yunwei was pampering the boss.

Even Yunmo and the Jiang family are at the mercy of Yunwei.

"You don't understand the joy of raising a boss!"

Yunwei rubbed the curly dog's head, gnawed on the snacks, and looked at the summary of the news from Princess Ning.

Most of the guests are decent people who are either rich or noble, and they will not quarrel in public, but Yunwei has to be on guard, and try to separate the guests who have hatred and temper.

She also had to arrange an active person at each table to mobilize the atmosphere. This person had to be slick and capable of chatting with the guests at the same table.

Another statistic question.

She shines with the halo of a master, this question is not difficult, she can do it.

Yunwei looked through the guest list again, combined with your information summary, and quickly instructed the steward how to arrange the seats for the guests.

"The girl specially ordered a brand and sent it here. Your design is so beautiful."

Chu Xiao admired it very much, and came in holding a box of official nameplates affixed with gold and platinum.

Yun Wei looked at the gleaming gold leaf name tag, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, "No, don't talk nonsense, it's not my design, it's Mr.'s biological father, and he also made the gold leaf."

Yunwei is not an upstart, but An Guogong is.

Originally, she wanted to make something more elegant. After all, Yunmo had a high status in the scholastic circle and was the leader of the literary world. However, An Guogong insisted on helping his son's wedding. Being rich and powerful means that the famous brand is still golden and rich.

Anyway, the wedding scene is also dominated by bright red and golden yellow, with thick ink, heavy colors and bright colors. The gold foil nameplate can also be regarded as a gift for guests.

Nobody wants a name tag with their official title or surname written on it to be 'destroyed'.

Of course, Yunwei also prepared a souvenir.

Chu Xiao pursed her lips and said with a smile: "The old man's family is very rich. He wants to spend money for Mr. Yun. Mr. Yun also has money, so he doesn't care about his money at all. I heard that the banknotes he throws out - Mr. Yun doesn't want it, but the girl also uses it." No, they were picked up by the old lady."

Yunwei frowned, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the old lady will be taken away by the old man more in the future, and the old lady will not hold back anyone who is stingy."

"girl--"

"Ok?"

"Will the female marquis come to watch the ceremony?" Chu Xiao said, "Her carriage has been parked outside, leaving the capital early in the morning, and returning to the capital after sunset. It has been two or three days, but she has not come to see the girl. Just looking at it made people outside talk about it."

Yunwei's smile faded away, "What are you talking about? My mother is so cruel that she doesn't recognize her biological mother? Or is the girl pitiful?!"

"Yes, most of them sympathize with the female marquis, and feel that the wife is a bit too much. After all, the female marquis is the wife's biological mother. How can there be any overnight feud between mother and daughter?"

Chu Xiao paused for a while, then said: "I know that neither the wife nor the girl wants to see her, and I urged her to leave several times, but she refused to leave, saying that she had no other intentions."

Chu Xiao's cheeks were flushed with anger, and she reasoned with the female marquis, but she couldn't help but let the carriage stop on the public road, and she couldn't drive the female marquis away.

"Is she waiting for the girl to invite her in? Let her become an elder who sends his wife off to get married. It can't really be a girl who sends his wife out with His Highness Prince Jing."

"She is dreaming!"

Yun Wei sneered, "Isn't there a second aunt? It is most suitable for her to send my mother to marry."

"After all, she's not decent enough." Chu Xiao sensed Yun Wei's slit, and quickly explained: "I don't look down on Second Aunt, but the guests in the room are either rich or expensive, she—"

"She is the elder of the wife of the richest man in Sichuan, and also my mother's elder. Why is she not respectable?"

Yun Wei frowned, and said seriously: "Why didn't you say it earlier? I'll go see her right away."

Yun Wei has been extremely busy these two days, and she also has to worry about Mu Yang's recovery in Prince Jing's mansion. After hearing Mr. Yun mention hanging a human head at the palace gate, she thinks it was the King of Min who did it.

"Girl—madam won't let you—don't let you see her again."

Chu Xiao chased after her, Yun Wei kept walking, and went straight to the gate, "You won't let me go? I'm afraid of her?"

The gate has already started to decorate with lanterns and festoons, and the wedding shed has been set up. Tomorrow is a good day for getting married, and many things have to be done in advance.

In recent years, the Jiang family has not made close friends in the capital. Except for the second aunt, almost no relatives and friends came to the door. Instead, it was Yun Mo. Many people who came from south to north rushed to Wanping County in advance these days.

There are Yunmo's friends in the literary world, there are students who Yunmo taught homework, there are also some merchants that Yunmo formed in the early years of business, and there are even a few monks and Taoists who come to the door.

People from all walks of life can talk to Yun Mo, and many guests who came from other places mentioned that they lived in Yun Mansion, and Yun Mo even bought all the inns in Wanping County with a large sum of money for the guests to live in.

The two mansions are only separated by a wall, people come and go at the gates of the two mansions, and the servants are all dressed in neat and bright clothes, it seems that Jiang's side is also very lively.

Yun Wei saw an ordinary and extraordinary carriage at a glance, after all, the sign on the outside of the carriage proved the unique status of a female marquis.

Not to mention that the guests who come and go will pay more attention to it. Many idle people in Wanping County will take a look from time to time. They have heard of the Wangfu Stone, but have never seen the Wangnu Stone.

Because of this group of people taking a walk, even people from the capital came over. When will Mrs. Jiang recognize her biological mother?

The female marquis has been protecting the Jiang family and others to be criticized, but the behavior of the female marquis to stand guard in front of Jiang's gate is really a wave of reverence.

When the mother introspected, repented, and recognized her daughter at all costs, it would be a little unreasonable for Jiang's mother and daughter to be tough.

Many people bet on when the Jiang family will meet the female marquis.

Especially after the female marquis made it clear that she would let go of Mu Huangwu who was crying for help at the gate of the palace, more and more people made bets.

"Master Hou, it's Miss Yun——" the mother in the carriage held her forehead for her, saw Yunwei through the gap in the curtain, and said, "It's really a girl, you didn't see her last time, and you couldn't talk to her , you worked tirelessly between the capital and Wanping County, just looking forward to meeting Miss Yun?"

The female queen sat upright, her fingers trembling uncontrollably, the high heat in the carriage seemed to be unable to warm the coolness of the female queen's fingertips.

That girl Yun Wei had an angry look of disgust—who came to make peace with her.

I'm afraid she came here to scold her, she knew that Jiang's mother and daughter didn't want to see her, and she knew that she didn't deserve to expect mother and daughter to recognize each other, but she just couldn't help it.

(End of this chapter)