Whose little lady is so crazy?

Chapter 320 Visiting Dong Mansion
After entering the city, he asked a peddler carrying a load on his shoulder and went in search of the way. He soon arrived outside the gate of Prime Minister Dong's mansion.

As a symbol of power and wealth, the residence of a high-ranking official can reflect the status and taste of its owner from the architectural style and decoration inside the house.

Compared with Lord Wei Junpei, this Dong is more high-profile!

The mansion stands majestically within the high walls, with red walls and golden tiles. The golden nails on the red door sparkle in the morning light. The stone lions guarding the house in front of the door are very mighty. The grandeur alone is enough to make people afraid.

Hong Xiaoduo couldn't help but sigh, if the residence of a first-rank prime minister is like this, wouldn't the places where those royal princes live be even more magnificent?

I saw a stall with steam coming out of it at the entrance of the alley not far away. I walked over and saw that it was a wonton stall.

The stall owner was a man on crutches, with only one leg, and the other leg only reached the knee.

The stall had just been set up. When he saw Hong Xiaoduo coming over, his eyes lit up: "Young lady, would you like a bowl of wontons?"

According to his experience in setting up stalls, if there are customers coming as soon as he sets up the stall, then today's business will definitely be good.

Hong Xiaoduo came here originally just to find out whether anyone had seen Prime Minister Dong leave the house.

She heard from Lord Wei that the morning court session would start very early and he would have to go out before daybreak.

But now, looking at the stall owner's expectant expression and his crippled leg, he changed his mind and nodded: "Give me a bowl."

The stall owner responded happily, lifted the cotton cloth covering the bamboo plate, picked up a bowl of wontons and put it down.

"Uncle, how long have you been setting up the stall here?" Hong Xiaoduo asked casually.

"More than two years." The stall owner didn't think much about it and responded while stirring the wontons in the pot.

The wontons cooked very quickly. When Hong Xiaoduo saw the stall owner had served them, she quickly stood up and brought them to the table herself.

In a rough big bowl, there are translucent wontons in the hot bone soup, emerald green onions, and a few drops of sesame oil. The fragrance makes you more appetizing just by looking at it and smelling it.

Hong Xiaoduo poured some vinegar into it and started eating slowly with a spoon.

The soup is delicious and the wonton filling is also delicious.

This kind of deliciousness is completely different from the modern deliciousness that comes with adding chicken essence, MSG, oyster sauce, and concentrated chicken juice.

The morning in late autumn is a bit chilly, but after eating a few mouthfuls of hot wontons, you will feel warm.

It's not just hot, but a very comfortable warmth.

"Uncle, is it okay for you to set up a stall so close to Prime Minister Dong's Mansion? Won't their officials come to drive you away?" Hong Xiaoduo wanted to hear more about the people's impression of Prime Minister Dong's Mansion.

The stall owner closed the lid of the soup pot, turned around and said, "To be honest, young lady, I was also worried at the beginning, but after setting up the stall for a few days, I realized that I was overthinking it. Not only did the people in the prime minister's mansion not drive me away from this stall, they often took care of my business.

Their old lady and the old lady like my wontons very much, and they send people to buy them every now and then.

Several younger generations in the Prime Minister's mansion also like my family's wontons, and those who work in the mansion often come to eat.

When we first started setting up the stall, there were some hooligans trying to extort money from us, but it was the people from the Xiangfu who taught them a lesson and gave them a warning.”

Hong Xiaoduo nodded after hearing this. It seemed that the people in Prime Minister Dong’s mansion were indeed good.

"Oh." The stall owner suddenly sighed, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Seeing Hong Xiaoduo looking over, he said, "It is said that if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked, but Prime Minister Dong gave birth to six sons, and the first five were excellent, but the youngest one was crooked. Could it be that because he had a son in his old age, the whole family spoiled him and spoiled him?"

"Now that something like this has happened to Prime Minister Dong's son, does he still have to serve in the court?" Hong Xiaoduo continued to ask.

The stall owner shook his head and said, "My youngest son's life is in danger. I have been busy running around for that unfilial son these past two days. I heard from the people working in the palace that the prime minister doesn't believe that his youngest son can do such a thing. Alas, pity the love of parents in the world!"

This time, Hong Xiaoduo didn't respond. She already had an idea in her mind while eating the wontons.

After finishing his bowl of wontons, he took a silver coin, put it on the table, and left.

"Young lady, I gave you too much and I haven't given you the change yet." When the stall owner came forward to clean up, he saw the silver coins and shouted hurriedly.

Hong Xiaoduo didn't stop or look back, but raised his hand and waved.

At this time, another customer came to the stall. The stall owner greeted him while stuffing coins into his pocket. While busy, he looked at the figure not far away. God was good to him and let him meet kind people many times.

In Prime Minister Dong's residence, Prime Minister Dong and his wife, who had not slept all night, looked at each other and felt that the other had looked a little older.

Mrs. Gu wiped her tears with a handkerchief and sobbed, "My husband, please don't lose your temper with me. How can I, as a mother, not worry and feel sad when something like this happens to my son?
Do you think I want to cry? But how can I hold it back?
I couldn’t hide it from my mother and grandmother. Even if I didn’t cry my eyes out, it would have been exposed.”

Dong Xiang sighed helplessly and said, "I didn't lose my temper with you. It's just that I couldn't think of a way to save Fan'er, so I was a little anxious, and my tone was a little harsh."

"Prime Minister, is there really no hope for Fan'er's situation?" Gu asked unwillingly, looking at her husband's drooping shoulders.

Dong Xiang shook his head and sighed, "It's not that easy. He was at the scene when the incident happened. Now there are all the evidences. I'm afraid Fan'er is in great danger this time."

Hearing her husband say this, Gu's face turned even paler, and she said in a trembling voice, "Prime Minister, our son is a little naughty on weekdays, but you and I know best that he has a good character.

He does not gamble, nor is he lustful. He never goes to places of brothel. Zhu'er and Cui'er, both beautiful girls with both talent and beauty, have been serving him in his yard for several years, and his son has never done anything to them.

So, how could he be attracted to a dancer? And force himself on her?"

"Madam, it's useless for you and me to believe him. The Ministry of Justice wants evidence. I can't even see him now, even if I risk my reputation. I only know that he has not been tortured yet.

It's not the last moment yet, don't despair, let me think about it and see what else I can do." Dong Xiang comforted.

It has been three days since his son Yuefan had the accident. If there really was a way, he should have thought of it long ago!

If this son was really an unforgivable person and had really done that thing, he would not have been running around like this trying to find a solution.

If you do evil, you must receive the punishment you deserve!

The key point is, he believed that the boy would not be so bad as to do that.

But now, where is my son's chance of survival?

"Sir, the doorman just came to report that a young lady came to the door of the mansion. She said she was the Sixth Young Master's friend and wanted to see you. What do you think?" The old steward Gengfu knocked on the door and entered the room, asking cautiously.

Dong Xiang was annoyed when he heard this. He slapped the coffee table beside him and said angrily, "Friends? Except for the young general of the Mu family, the people around him are all useless. Friends, in my opinion, they are all bad friends...

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