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Chapter three hundred and fourteenth move

Jin Linhou Mansion, at the gate.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the servant brought him to step on the footstool. After the maid got off the carriage, he helped the wife of Marquis Jinlin down.

As soon as he entered the mansion, he stepped down the steps. The prince of Jinlin Hou rushed back on his horse, jumped off the horse's back, and entered the mansion in three steps and two steps, saying, "Mom..."

Mrs. Jin Lin turned around and looked at her son. Tears flashed in her eyes. When the carriage was out of control, she was not afraid of death. Even death was a relief for her. The only thing that made her feel uneasy was Li'er. When she saw her son, tears could not be controlled.

Prince Lin of Jin just thought that his mother was frightened and hurriedly comforted him, "In the future, I'll go with you to Lingtai Temple."

Mrs. Jin Lin shook her head, "Mom is fine."

After a pause, the wife of Marquis Jin Lin said, "The carriage is out of control today. Thanks to the third young master of Duke Yu's mansion and Master Ji, you should thank them for your mother."

The Marquis of Jin Lin nodded, "I will treat them to dinner one day and thank you in person."

The prince of Jin Linhou helped Jin Linhou's wife return to the inner courtyard. At the gate, Jin Linhou also came back.

He got off the horse's back and the in charge came up. Marquis Jin Lin's face was gloomy, "How could the carriage get out of control?"

The manager was frightened and he checked. Someone should have fed the horses when they were not paying attention, which made the horses go crazy. Fortunately, the lady is fine, otherwise she would not know how many people would die. Although the lady is cold, the Marquis loves the lady very much.

After the manager reported the report, he said another thing, "The wife didn't react much, but instead saw a piece of broken jade and she was a little out of control."

The Marquis of Jin Lin stepped up the steps, and when he heard this, his steps stopped.

His wife has been cold for almost twenty years. Apart from Li'er's safety, there is nothing that has ever been to her heart. She is not afraid of death. She can even make her lose control by a piece of broken jade?

"What kind of broken jade?" Jin Linhou's eyes were cold.

The manager gestured with his hand and said, "It's about this big thing. The broken jade is in the purse of Master Ji. However, the wife only said a few words to him, but she said a lot to Master Wen San. The servants stood far away and only vaguely heard what could it be? She had been waiting for twenty years and what Tianwen Qizi, and I don't know the rest..."

Marquis of Jin Lin frowned into the character "Chuan", and his eyes were completely cold.

Twenty years...

The entire family of the General's Mansion in Zhenguo was destroyed and there was no one living. Who else could she wait for?!

When he thought of something, Marquis Jin Lin stiffened.

It was him who neglected that there was still a survivor on the road to the General's Mansion, but they had nothing to do with it. What did she do with such a deliberate attitude to him?

This was like a thorn stuck in Jin Linhou's throat, unable to spit it out and swallow it, making his face even more gloomy, and the people in charge dared not breathe loudly.

Besides, Ji Qingning and Wen Xuan went back to the city together. I don’t know if there were any dishes in the courtyard. Ji Qingning planned to buy some and take them back. On the horse’s back, Chen Yao looked at the little maid who had eaten all the way and asked, “Do you have the best way to cook?”

"I don't know," the little maid answered very simply.

But this answer made Chen Yao confused.

If the servants do not know how to cook, the master can cook. Could it be that if he is away, he still needs the master to cook for the servants to eat? This is a bit strange.

Ji Qingning bought fish and handed it to Wen Xuan. Wen Xuan really answered it, and Chen Yao was even more confused when he answered it.

Then Winhyun threw the fish to him.

Chen Yao hurriedly took it, and Ji Qingning went to buy meat again.

I bought a bunch of vegetables in one go, but I couldn't get them. The little maid bought a basket to hold the vegetables. She was putting the vegetables in place. A servant there came over and shouted from a distance, "Young Master Wen San!"

Ji Qingning looked up and saw that the servant was already riding a horse and rolled down from the horse's back. He fell to the ground and grinned in pain.

The little maid recognized him at a glance, "It's the servant of Prince Yunyang Hou."

Wenxian frowned, "What's wrong?"

The servant said anxiously, "My marquis wants to beat my prince to death. The prince will ask you to save him as soon as possible."

Ji Qingning's forehead fell downwards. As the father's son, a bunch of people in the Yunyang Marquis' Mansion could not save him, Tang Jing, and Wen Xuan rushed to save him? Is this asking Wen Xuan to beat up his father with the emperor's favor?

Wen Xuan glanced at Ji Qingning and said, "I'll go back."

He turned his horse over, turned his head and ran towards the Yunyang Marquis Mansion.

The attitude of Yunyang Hou and Su Ning Bo to treat Ji Qingning was unusual. Before, Tang Jing and others used painted books to plot against Ji Qingning, but were discovered by the secret guards of Yunyang Hou's mansion. The secret guards actually stuffed the painted books under their pillows and asked them to be scolded and punished by the academy. In order to help Ji Qingning vent their anger, Yunyang Hou did not even let go of his own son.

Today, Tang Jing and the Prince of Dongping helped Lu Zhao capture the heart of Zhang Ge Lao's granddaughter. Needless to say, they must have been discovered by Yunyang Hou. Tang Jing asked him to help him and asked him to explain.

As Wen Xuan guessed, Yunyang Hou found out that his son helped Lu Zhao dig Ji Qingning's corner, and he was so angry that he wanted to kill his son. Although Mrs. Yunyang Hou was also annoyed that his son was not good, he was afraid that Yunyang Hou would really beat his son to death, so he tried his best to each other, but he was so angry that he was hit by Yunyang Hou's feather duster.

Tang Jing knew that his father was serious this time. In the past, his mother protected him, no matter how angry his father was, he would not beat him together.

If no one comes to save him this time, he will be beaten to death.

When Wen Xuan arrived, Tang Jing was almost beaten and only breathed a sigh of relief. The wife of Marquis of Yunyang rushed forward to stop Marquis of Yunyang and was overturned by Marquis of Yunyang. If it weren't for the maid's support, she would have fallen miserably.

The feather duster had been beaten to a bare pole, and the middle was cracked. Just as he was about to rush to Tang Jing, Wen Xuan flashed and grabbed the feather duster that had fallen halfway into Yunyang Hou's hand.

Yunyang Hou's face was as cold as frost, "Does Young Master Wen San care about this Hou's son teaching him a lesson?"

Wen Xuan said, "There is something else in this matter."

"When I finish talking, Marquis Yunyang will insist on beating Tang Jing, and I will never stop him."

Mrs. Yunyang said, "Let me hear what the secret is. Our son is not that kind of person. Wouldn't he return to the mansion a few days ago to lend money to Master Ji to open a shop?"

How can you do such a contrary thing when lending money to others while poaching others?

Hou Yunyang threw the feather duster in his hand to the ground, "Tell me!"

"Please move on, Hou Yunyang," said Wen Xuan.

Marquis Yunyang had never seen such a greedy man. The emperor spoiled him, but he wouldn't, "There is nothing that my servants of Marquis Yunyang's mansion cannot listen to."

"I'm just afraid that Brother Tang will let it go, and I don't want him to know," Wen Xuan was very calm.

Tang Jing, “…!!!”

The damage caused to him by Wen Xuan's words was greater than that of dozens of feather dusters his father beat him!
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