Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 338 Order (1)
He Liansheng snorted through his nostrils, which was perfunctory, and he didn't take his words to heart at all.

The woman's teasing laughter lingered in his ears, and the scene of debauchery was close in front of him. He frowned, stood up, and strode out without looking back. His cold voice came from the air: "I'm tired of being handsome!" Now, go back to your room and rest."

Seeing him walking towards the rockery, Mu Yutang quietly hid her body in the shadows. Suddenly, there was a light sound in the center of the lake, followed by a severe reprimand: "What's wrong with you? You're clumsy!"

Mu Yutang looked up, and it was the beautiful woman during the day who knocked over the wine glass, knelt on the ground, and kept apologizing: "The city lord, forgive me, I didn't do it on purpose..."

Wen Baishi gave her a hard gouged look, and said angrily: "You ruined your good mood, get out!"

"Yes!" The beautiful woman's voice was choked with sobs, she stood up, and ran away from the center of the lake while wiping her tears.

The army of the Qinglong Kingdom is overwhelming, and the war with the White Tiger Kingdom is about to start. Wen Baishi is not worried at all, and he is enjoying the extravagant wantonness. He is really stupid. Fortunately, he is only the lord of a city, and he will only destroy one city if he destroys it. The living beings are in charcoal.

Mu Yutang shook her head, and was about to go to the kitchen to find clean food, but saw the beautiful young woman staggering forward bumped into He Liansheng.

He Liansheng was tall and straight, without moving a muscle, but the beautiful young woman took three or four steps back before she stood still. A trace of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes. Looking at his handsome face, she gently wiped the tears from her face, gently He lowered his head lightly, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I'm sorry...brother-in-law..."

Mu Yutang's steps suddenly stopped, and surprise flashed in her cold eyes. Is the beautiful young woman Wen Baishi's concubine, and also the sister of the pure general's wife?

Tears glistened in the pupils of the beautiful young woman, and there were little drops of water on her beautiful face. Her soft and delicate appearance was charming. He Liansheng's eyes were fixed, and the words of reproach on her lips quietly dissipated: "Be careful next time, Don't be so reckless again."

"Yes!" The beautiful young woman responded in a low voice, and her figure was even more slender, as if it could be blown by a gust of wind.

He Liansheng looked at her with calm eyes, but Mu Yutang felt that there seemed to be very complicated emotions in his eyes.

"General!" The gentle call came, and the general's wife walked slowly to the rockery under the guidance of the little maid. Smile, the smile is a bit far-fetched: "My sister is also there."

"Sister!" The beautiful young woman wiped her eyes lightly with a silk handkerchief, looking at He Liansheng shyly and timidly. If Mu Yutang hadn't witnessed the scene just now, she would have thought she was having an affair with He Liansheng.

He Liansheng looked at Fang's eyes that were gradually darkening, feeling inexplicably irritable in his heart, and said impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to deliver soup to the general, to nourish his stomach." Fang said softly, and took out a small purple-black jar with thick walls and a tightly closed lid, which has a good heat preservation effect.

The battle between Qinglong and Baihu is imminent, Helian Sheng has a lot of things to do every day, and he has irregular meals. The general's wife boiled soup for him to nourish his stomach, it was really well-intentioned.

Mu Yutang sighed softly, and looked at He Liansheng, only to see him frowning tightly while looking at the pot: "There are also cooks making soup in the city lord's mansion, so you don't need to bother."

The pupils of Fang Shixi's eyes instantly dimmed, and the little face under the veil lost all blood, and the little hand holding the soup pot quietly grasped it, trembling slightly: "Yes!" He replied in a low voice, almost inaudible, sad The feelings are beyond words.

The beautiful young woman looked at He Liansheng's indifferent face, her eyes flickered, she stepped forward gracefully, and said with a smile: "Sister cooks the soup hard for the sake of brother-in-law's health, brother-in-law, don't let her heart down, how much does it matter?" Have some drink."

While speaking, she stretched out her hands to hold the soup pot, her complexion suddenly changed, and she exclaimed, "It's so hot."

As soon as she let go of her slender hand, the soup pot fell to the ground, smashed into pieces, and the warm soup spilled all over the floor. Fang's eyes widened sharply, her heart clenched tightly, and she hurried forward, picking it up helplessly. Those fragments, the little hands trembled slightly.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the soup is too hot, I didn't hold it for a while... I didn't mean to..." The beautiful young woman stood behind her, apologizing non-stop, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, without any trace of guilt.

Mu Yutang sneered, the same earthen pot, Fang's holding it for a long time was fine, but the beautiful young woman was burned and threw the pot to protect herself as soon as she met it, who did she lie to?
As if Fang didn't hear the beautiful young woman's words, she squatted halfway on her own, slowly picking up the pieces of the earthen jar. He Liansheng frowned tightly at the attitude of protecting treasures: "It's just an earthen jar." , it will be broken if it is broken, why are you picking it up?"

"This earthen jar is your betrothal gift to me, and it has extraordinary meaning to me." Fang's low voice made He Liansheng's body stiffen, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

Mu Yutang was also taken aback, and carefully examined the pieces. They were purple, black and black in color, and the inner and outer walls were smooth and shiny under the light. They were ordinary earthen jars, not expensive gold jars, silver jars Jars, jade jars, the well-known Grand Marshal Helian Sheng, sent earthen jars as dowry gifts, this is too...shabby.

"He Liansheng was originally a commoner. He was recruited into the military camp. He was quick-witted and strong in martial arts. He made a lot of contributions and gradually became the Grand Marshal of the White Tiger Kingdom."

Xiao Qingyu's soft voice was like plucking strings, beautiful and pleasant, Mu Yutang nodded, so it turned out that when he married his wife, he was still an ordinary citizen, and his family probably wasn't very well off, so he would give a crock pot as a betrothal gift.

That beautiful young woman is his sister-in-law. Anyone with eyes can tell that she smashed the crock pot on purpose. He Liansheng must be clear in his heart, but why doesn't he teach his sister-in-law a lesson and vent his anger on his wife?Even if it is because she is a woman, she can't be taught too much, a few reprimands are still okay.

But what about him?She didn't have a single word of defense, and she turned her back on her wife. She could understand that He Liansheng condoned her little aunt to bully her wife?
Looking sideways at the beautiful young woman, her eyes really gleamed with schadenfreude, and she quietly stepped on the corner of Fang's veil. The moment Fang turned around, the veil was torn off a little, she exclaimed, and clutched the veil tightly. Covering his entire face, his eyes were full of horror, his arms and even his whole body were trembling slightly.

Mu Yutang frowned, what happened to her face?
After picking up the pieces, Fang wrapped them up with a piece of skirt, glanced at He Liansheng and the beautiful young woman, turned around, and walked out slowly step by step, her slender figure trembling slightly, her lonely figure made her feel People are distressed.

He Liansheng watched, narrowing his eyes slightly, with emotions that Mu Yutang couldn't understand flashing in his eyes.

Her shoulders suddenly sank, and Mu Yutang smelled the familiar scent of green lotus. Looking sideways, it was Xiao Qingyu leaning against her, with a pale complexion, bruised lips, and cold sweat on her forehead. She could clearly feel it through the thin clothes. His body was cold, as if he had no temperature.

(End of this chapter)