Madame Wen left Wen Zhilin's room angrily and went straight to the prime minister's study.

Qinghe finally caught up with her at the gate of the prime minister's yard, and urged anxiously, "madam, please don't be angry."

"Qinghe, which side are you from? Zhilin was hurt like this, do you want me to calm down?" Wen's wife shook her handkerchief and questioned Qinghe. It was obvious that she was not satisfied with Qinghe's performance.

The woman, named Qinghe, was dressed in a blue dress and had nothing on her body. However, the whole person's temperament was extraordinary. Standing by Mrs. Wen's side, she obviously didn't match. When she heard Mrs. Wen's accusation, she bent over to Mrs. Wen and began to speak.

"Madame, it is not the most important who is injured in the Regent's house at the moment. The Regent only wanted to take such an opportunity to deal with the prime minister's house. The Empress Dowager and the prime minister must have seen this clearly. If you rush away in such a hurry, if you make Xiangye angry... "

The next words of Qinghe didn't explain, but he didn't understand when he heard his wife. The anger on the face disappeared a few minutes, but even so, still some dissatisfaction.

"Even if it makes Xiangye angry, I have to go. I can't let my Zhilin suffer this injustice." Hearing that Madame insisted on taking out her anger for her daughter, Qinghe saw that she could not give advice, so she quietly stopped.

Without being dissuaded, Madame Wen strode into the courtyard and opened the door of Prime Minister Wen's study without waiting for a notice.

Originally, two people in the study were disturbed by the sudden sound of pushing the door. They raised their heads in amazement and looked at Mrs. Wen in unison.

"Madame, what kind of behavior are you doing?" The Prime Minister first responded and rebuked his wife in a cold voice.

Mrs. Wen recovered from her surprise and glared at the woman beside the prime minister. "The study area of the prime minister's mansion is so important that you such a mean thing can come in!"

"Mr. Xiang, look..." The woman, who was called a mean thing by his wife, looked at the prime minister with an aggrieved face. Her eyes were full of tears, and she wanted to say that she would still rest.

The Prime Minister Wen was looked at with such eyes, and his heart was filled with manly boldness. He thought that it was a wonderful fragrance of tea. Because Mrs. Wen pushed the door so rudely that the aesthetic feeling was forced to dissipate, which shocked his beauty.

The Prime Minister of Wen took the beauty in his arms and gently comforted him. Then he turned his head and looked at his wife's cold face. "Madam is more and more helpless. If you have time, you'd better educate Zhilin and let her not offend the Regent. I don't have to worry about who can or can't enter my study. "

Hearing that his wife was rebuffed, she was speechless. She thought that her daughter was suffering in bed, while her father was busy kissing me with my concubine. She was even more angry.

"The prime minister's heart is too biased. Zhilin didn't let anyone cut Qiu LAN, who was the Regent's mansion, hurt only a little girl. The Regent did not think about how to save the face of the prime minister's house. Instead of thinking about how to save the face of the prime minister's mansion, the prime minister mingled with an inferior embryo here and set a good example in front of the children."

Hearing his wife's gritting teeth and complaining, he hoped that the prime minister could look at the children's face and be a bit old-fashioned. But the prime minister was very angry because of her words. He swept the books and papers off the table.

"Do you care too much? Do you not know how the Regent will face my prime minister's house? It's not because of your good daughter! How can you ask me to set an example when all the children you gave birth to have strong wings? "

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