Chapter 52 The Secret Door

Author: Nan Huaisheng Song

Chapter 52 The Secret Door

"Chen Shengge, don't think about it. Wei Mom's mother doesn't look down on her. She is notorious, so how can she be worthy of my son?" Mrs. Zhu patted Zhu Langshuo's shoulder and comforted her: "Your bride, please look for you slowly to ensure you are satisfied."

"Sure enough, your sister-in-law and her daughter splashed out water together to deceive the Zhu family." Mrs. Zhu thought carefully. No wonder when she came to find her, she spoke hesitantly and repeatedly told her to marry Chen Mengxi as her concubine.

She also took the initiative to take this opportunity to break off the engagement with Chen Shengge. When she heard this, she was so happy that she let Zhu fool him.

After Zhu returned from Zhu Hou’s mansion, there was an exquisite brocade box in the room. When he opened the box, it was full of outdated gold and silver jewelry.

After curling his lips, Zhou was indeed poor. The jewelry in his hand was all rustic and vulgar, but it was worth it if he could still sell it for silver notes.

Last night, Zhou came to his yard quietly, said a lot of good things, knelt down and begged. The two of them had been fighting openly and secretly for more than ten years, and when they saw Zhou like this, they felt secretly happy for a long time.

Zhou expected that Mrs. Shen would ask Mrs. Zhu to deal with the Zhu Hou’s Mansion, so he only asked Mrs. Zhou to come up with an idea in front of Mrs. Zhu to ask Mrs. Zhu to give up Chen Shengge’s marriage.

Zhu looked at the jewelry she brought, but she agreed. But she was waiting to watch the show in her heart. She knew the temperament of Mrs. Zhu best. Zhou paved the way for her daughter to marry into Mrs. Zhu's mansion, but in the end she threw her daughter into the fire pit.

In this situation in Chen Mengxi, the only best way to deal with it is to marry far away, but Zhou insists on greed for wealth and status. Even if he marrys into the Marquis' Mansion, he is just a concubine.

But when Mrs. Shen passed the message, Mrs. Shen asked herself to cover up the matter between Chen Mengxi and Zhang Zhipo without mentioning it. Mrs. Shen planned to let Chen Mengxi marry into the Marquis' Mansion with her official wife, which put Zhu in a dilemma.

After thinking about it, I figured it out. After all, I was a daughter married outside. I saw the old lady living in my husband's house. What's more, it doesn't matter what identity Chen Mengxi married into the Marquis's Mansion, and the endings are the same.

At this moment, Zhou and Shen Mengxi were complacent because of their goal and their dreams came true, hiding in the room for a party.

After Chen Mengxi was bullied by Zhang Zhipo, she really wanted to die, but that was just a moment of impulse. Qingyuan's woman has always been open, and she had the opportunity to marry into the Marquis' Mansion, so she changed her attention and took the opportunity to marry into the Marquis' Mansion.

Just pretended that she was bitten by a dog, but this revenge must be avenged, and she would talk about everything after she married into the Marquis's Mansion.

Brother Zhu, when he gets married, he will give birth to a legitimate son, and then he will be filial to his mother-in-law, take care of his husband and children, and be hard and gentle. Such a gentle and virtuous bride, who can't even like it by using his own means of pleasing people.

Mrs. Shen has been secretly looking for the maid with a mole on the corner of her mouth, but that person is as if it has evaporated from the world, and there is no trace to be found.

Spring is in the garden.

The peach petals on the face of a shy girl flew around her fingers, singing and dancing, and after lingering with the wind, they fell on the clear stream and water, and made a few turns, like a young man riding the wind and waves, running into the distance.

A gauze skirt with a radish-green embroidered cardamom vine sways in the wind, the setting sun is red, the golden crow is shy, the skin is as creamy as it can be broken, the eyebrows and eyes are warm, and the lips are red, making people more beautiful than flowers.

"I only knew about that secret door yesterday." Qing Yi, the owner of Chunlin Garden, looked at the peach petals on the stream and said lightly.

Yu Wenhuang's amber-like eyes in a red flying fish suit reflected the setting sun, "Have she never told you?"

"She handed over Chunlin Garden to me at the beginning, but she didn't say much."

"You have been taking over Chunlinyuan for eight years and have never noticed the secret door." Yu Wenhuang pursed her thin lips slightly.

"I went to see it myself later. The secret door was extremely hidden. If I hadn't known the secret door for a long time, it would have been impossible for me to inadvertently touch the mechanism and open the secret door." Qing Yikeng gave the new maid who had been here for three days as a favor to Mrs. Shen, and naturally knew that something indescribable must have happened yesterday.

She has been in charge of Chunlin Garden for eight years, and it is not uncommon for people who are fucking and frivolous to do things that are not on the table. Because Chunlin Garden is exquisite and elegant, far away from vanity and quiet, it is a good place to enjoy the scenery.

The eldest princess came last month and sat down with eight people in the room and drank and had fun.

The powerful and powerful in the imperial capital all like to come to the Spring Garden to have fun.

Qingyi seemed to remember something, "When I took over Chunlin Garden, I read the history of the garden. It records that King Huan, who was preparing to rebel in the 47th year of Qingyuan, died mysteriously in the last wing room of Xinghua Garden before the start of the operation."

"When the secret room was assassinated, the doors and windows of the room were locked, and King Huan was proved to commit suicide due to fear of guilt."

"If there was this secret door at that time, then King Huan would have been killed by someone who came in from the secret door." Qing Yi sighed, "It's also a blessing that he died before the incident. Otherwise, if he had raised his troops to rebel, the imperial capital would have been bloody. In addition, Nanchen's attack, Qingyuan would be in danger."

"The person who entered the wing yesterday is likely to be related to the death of King Huan that year?"

"Maybe, is it important?" Qing Yi always only regarded a blind and deaf spectator. This imperial capital is glittering, and she prefers purity.

"Who will benefit when King Huan died?"

"Of course, the Wing King, that is, the late emperor, he was named the crown prince that year." Qing Yi had a very good memory and could not forget it all.

"In other words, among the people who entered the wing room yesterday, were there people from the late emperor?"

"Perhaps, not necessarily, it may be someone who has a close relationship with the late emperor."

"Intimate relationship." Yu Wen Huang opened his orange-red thin lips lightly, thinking, "Do you know who opened the secret door?"

"I don't know, even the people from the Shen family may not know it." Qing Yi paused, "Yesterday, the only maid who had entered the wing room in Chunlin Garden was asked by the Shen family."

"The matter of Chunlinyuan is not related to Chunlinyuan, and the Shen family cannot blame Chunlinyuan." Qing Yi's pink lips raised gently.

"By the way, there was another person who was secretly watching the show yesterday, and the Shen family did not notice it."

"who?"

"The legitimate son of General Xuanwei, Chu Muchen, is the admirer of thousands of girls in the imperial capital, and the eldest son of Chu." He smiled slightly, "He knows more than us. He sat on the beam outside the yard of Xinghua Garden and Taohua Garden, and laughed while listening."

"The son of a dignified general likes to be a gentleman on the Liang Dynasty, and he still enjoys it." Yuwen Huang said coldly.

"Maybe I'm interested in someone in the wing room," Qing Yi's gentle eyebrows and eyes turned to look up at Yu Wenhuang, with bright eyes and bright eyes reflected the unparalleled Yu Wenhuang.

Yu Wenhuang's thoughts flew away, staring at the sinking golden crow.

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An inconspicuous simple carriage was parked at the back door of the bastard shop, and two petite men wearing black hooded cloaks came down.

He walked straight to the secluded room in the backyard, and Jiangzhu was sleeping on the bed.

The comments of the young ancestors were eaten, eaten, eaten, and Shengge's reply was also eaten, eaten, eaten.

Reply "Manzhu Shahua, there is no shore on the other side": The young man reading military books upstairs is not Chu Muchen.
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