Does the lord lack a pendant?

Chapter 125 Big Trees Are Born For Small Tender Seedlings
Yue Jing and Yue Jianxi walked out of the house together.

"Grandpa, the murderer is someone else. Please report the death of the mother to the Ministry of Punishment for a thorough investigation."

Yue Zonghua squinted at him: "Are you sure she is not the murderer?"

Yue Jing replied affirmatively: "Sure."

Yue Zonghua's face was already very ugly, he didn't expect that his proud grandson would be so ignorant.

This is undoubtedly an opportunity to kill the embarrassing trash, and it can also do a great thing for the empress, but it is his grandson who is against him.

"Think carefully, don't get confused just after listening to one side's words."

Yue Jianxi rolled her eyes from the side, prime minister, do you want your misleading to be so obvious.

Fortunately, Yue Jing is not one of you, otherwise I would have been accused of a murder by you today.

"Grandpa, the murderer's method is extremely high. It looks like a high-priced killer. The second sister doesn't have the money."

"She didn't, but it doesn't mean the people behind her didn't."

Yue Jing frowned slightly, there was someone behind the waste.

Yue Jianxi hehe: "The person behind me is Prince Xuan, why not invite him to ask."

Hmph, now that I know there is someone behind me, it's easier to handle, I'm afraid you won't bother me with rotten persimmons.

As a big tree, it is to shelter the young seedlings from wind and rain.

Lian Lusheng sneezed, Princess Xuan who was sitting at the top frowned slightly: "Are you listening to me, are your wings hardened, you don't even need to discuss such a big matter with your mother!"

It was the queen mother's birthday, she happened to be in poor health, so she couldn't go, and her son was about to get married, but she, the mother, was the last to know.

Princess Xuan's expression can be imagined.

Lian Lusheng took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose, then replied slowly: "Mother, we just set a date for the wedding, and it was all urged by the Empress Dowager."

Concubine Xuan's face softened a little, the queen mother is her mother-in-law, she urged her, so what can she say.

"It's okay to set the date of marriage, but I have to choose my own wife. The Queen Mother can't even deprive me of this right."

Concubine Xuan is just such a son, the emperor and the queen mother dominate him all day long, so it's nothing.

"Mother, you are not in good health, so don't worry about such things."

Concubine Xuan stood up: "Even if I pay for my old life, I can't let them ruin the choice of daughter-in-law casually. Although the prince is paralyzed, he is still alive!"

When mentioning Lord Xuan, Lian Hesheng's face became serious: "Mother, those are the emperor and the queen mother, not ordinary uncles and grandmas, why should you get angry with them, pay attention to your own body, and you can still hug a big brother Fat grandson."

Concubine Xuan glared at him: "You are shameless, you are thinking about your son before you get married."

Lian Lusheng's eyes are far-reaching, the concept of son has never appeared in his dictionary.

With Yue Jianxi's body, she still doesn't know when she will be able to conceive.

"But you're right. The purpose of marrying a wife is to carry on the family line. We must choose a good one to give birth to."

Lian Liangsheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he said respectfully: "It's all up to mother."

Only then did Princess Xuan show a satisfied smile: "Mother used to think that your cousin is the best match for you, she is beautiful and virtuous, but I didn't expect..."

Lian Lusheng coldly interrupted her: "Mother, it's best not to mention this matter again."

No matter how much the emperor relies on him, he will never be happy that his woman is missed.

"Okay, let's stop talking, don't worry, mother will definitely choose a better one for you, my son is so good, he must be matched with one in a million."

　Here comes the small theater:

　　Meixi: "It's always me who gets hurt because of Mao."

　　Gao Leng's author: "You are not injured, let's drink the northwest wind with persimmons, he has no chance to appear on the screen, why are you swollen... why are you swollen!"

　　"Give me a golden finger."

　　"Goldfinger is rare, so wait for it."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)