The cannon fodder stepmother dressed as the villain Zai Zai

After the lively dinner at the Hou Mansion.

In the following days, the Qingdu Hou Mansion finally had a rare peaceful time.

Everyone in the mansion has also been distracted from the murder case of Butler Song and his second wife Liu Manwan.

Everyone was talking and laughing, and everyone was busy with their own days.

When Sheng Lixuan woke up the next day, he knew that the sobering soup was sent by Xu Yaqin.

He also knew that Mrs. Xu had a good impression of him.

But Sheng Lixuan always remembered Xiao Shengze's biological mother in his heart.

These days, he doesn't show up much.

Instead, he was under the care of the two imperial doctors in the palace, who were always taking care of his body.

During this period, he has gradually improved, his energy and spirit have recovered a lot, and his face has gradually become more rosy.

During this period of time, Xu Yaqin was running between Cuilanxuan and the martial arts training ground.

Occasionally, I would chat and relax with Mrs. Zhu in the back garden.

Follow the many wives in the Hou family to get closer together.

It is also a good idea to help the Marquis take care of the back garden of the Qingdu Marquis Mansion so that he will not be distracted from his daily life.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly on the martial arts training ground, and the sun was just right.

It seemed that it was already afternoon, and it was supposed to be Lu Jingming's martial arts instruction course.

But Zhao Wuyang did not leave. Instead, he and Lu Jingming were in the corridor of the martial arts training ground, chatting in the breeze.

Xiao Shengze, on the other hand, obediently followed the posture taught by Lu Jingming just now.

Fisting there.

He looked very serious.

He has the posture of some martial arts genius.

Zhao Wuyang was eating melon seeds and holding tea in his hand all the time.

He took a melon seed and threw it into his mouth.

Then he laughed cheerfully and chatted with Lu Ming.

After the two of them got along with each other these days, Zhao Wuyang discovered that Lu Jingming was not as cold as he first seemed.

This guy has a sullen personality and doesn't talk much in front of strangers.

But if you get to know him well, you will find that Lu Jingming still talks a lot.

After Zhao Wuyang had eaten and drank enough, he started to talk.

He was lying in the rocking chair so happy and comfortable.

"General Lu, have you heard everything about the banquet at the Marquis' Mansion?"

"Our Mrs. Xu stole the show. And judging from the Marquis's attitude, this should have improved a lot for Mrs. Xu."

Lu Jingming's eyes did not move for a moment, staring at the posture of the young master in the field.

But he still snorted coldly and answered Zhao Wuyang's question.

"Well, it should be about the same."

"But I really didn't expect that our Madam Xu's poetry talent is so great? And she can even beat Princess Xuan Qing in Yandu City in throwing pots."

"It shows that our Mrs. Xu is really extraordinary."

Zhao Wuyang's mind was not as delicate as Lu Jingming's. He clapped his hands and buttocks and sat up.

A very familiar arm was put on Lu Jingming's shoulder. Zhao Wuyang smiled at him and then said: "That's right, you don't know who our Mrs. Xu is. Can she be an ordinary person if she can make this young master manage his daughter?"

"But according to what you said, this Mrs. Xu is indeed a little bit more powerful, no, more than a little bit."

Zhao Wuyang showed a silly smile.

He didn't notice at all that Lu Jingming looked slightly unhappy now.

Lu Jingming glanced at the archery master unkindly.

Then he shook his shoulders, flicked his hand away, and said in a cold tone:

"Master Zhao, just talk properly. Can you please stop hanging around so casually? Although we are acquaintances, we should be a little apart." Zhao Wuyang was stunned, he didn't think so much. A rough guy.

We usually chatted with the brothers like this, so why did Lu Jingming react so strongly?

Until Zhao Wuyang came back to his senses and saw Lu Jingming reaching out seriously and patting the shoulder he had just touched.

At this time, Zhao Wuyang finally understood the reason.

His mind sank, he pointed at Lu Jingming with his finger, and said with a chuckle:

"I understand, General Lu. If you have mysophobia, you should have told me earlier. I, Lao Zhao, will definitely pay attention to this in the future. I will definitely pay attention to it."

Lu Jingming seemed to be very disgusted with people saying that he had mysophobia. This time, not only did his face look a little unhappy, but even his eyebrows were rising and falling slightly.

He is not smiling.

He seemed to be gnashing his teeth and spitting out from his mouth:
  "Master Zhao, this is not mysophobia. I just like to be clean. Please don't confuse the difference between the two."

"I see!"

Zhao Wuyang hurriedly spoke, he saw it.

This General Lu is not just a mysophobic.

And she has mysophobia, but she still refuses to admit it, and her mouth is quite tough.

He originally thought that a flawless person like General Lu would have no flaws.

But I didn't expect that I would still have mysophobia in the end...

Zhao Wuyang seemed to have heard some shocking news.

I wonder if this news will be sold to the wealthy ladies in Yandu City who have admired Lu Jingming for a long time.

It should be worth a lot of money.

Zhao Wuyang thought for a moment and quickly shook his head to clear the idea.

No, how can you sell this kind of information?
  Not to mention that Zhao Wuyang is not that poor yet.

And this can be considered personal privacy after all, and Zhao Wuyang is still very clear about this kind of thing.

He has always been very reasonable in making money and would not do anything unscrupulous.

Two people were chatting here, but it looked like the conversation ended unhappily.

Zhao Wuyang waved his hand and sat on the wicker chair again, swaying swaying.

On the martial arts training ground over there, Xiao Shengze had just finished a set of punches.

He was feeling quite intoxicated now, so he came to the corridor during the intermission and sat in his own exclusive seat.

The maid next to him brought tea and some pastries to eat.

The little guy was already a little hungry. He took a sip of tea and then ate the cake in his mouth.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the pastry plate again.

When he was sent to Zhao Wuyang and Lu Jingming, he said vaguely:

"You eat, you eat."

Zhao Wuyang was very happy with the little guy's progress.

He patted Xiao Shengze's head, then reached out to pick out his favorite flavor and put it in his mouth.

Not to mention, the Qingdu Houfu's cooking skills mean that no matter how many times you eat it, you never get tired of it.

Seeing Master Zhao eating the pastry, the little guy smiled and happily brought the plate to Lu Jingming.

Lu Jingming leaned against the wall. He was already a little irritable because of what happened with Zhao Wuyang just now.

Moreover, Lu Jingming was not interested in sweets such as pastries.

As a military commander, he has very high requirements for his dietary standards.

What kind of food I usually eat is fixed, but for something like dessert...

Lu Jingming could only shake his head calmly.

He said lightly: "Thank you, young master, for your kindness, but I am very full now and have no appetite."