"How is what my mother did today different from that of a demon? Do you dare to say that your actions were not to kill Aunt Qin and the third sister?"

"So what if I want their lives? What they owe me as mother and daughter, have you forgotten? Your little sister died because of them. Why is it that now she can marry the man she wants, but your sister has to pester me?

Asking for life? I refuse to accept it, I hate it, I just don’t want them to get what they want. Don’t they miss your father? Then let them go down and accompany him. Didn’t you say that bitch was going to be buried? Just let her die, you go.

What are you meddling in? And your beloved concubine. Now you have made her so dizzy that she doesn’t even recognize her as your own mother. Whatever she says, she does the right thing. Everything I do is wrong, so you just

I just want to help her..."

"Mom was wrong in the first place, why do you still want me to help you?"

Gu Changting stood up and pointed out the door: "With so many high-ranking officials in the capital, which family doesn't have three wives and four concubines? Are all the ladies like my mother? Well, why bother talking about other people's families? Let's talk about our family, my son.

There are also three wives and four concubines. Do these wives and concubines want you to harm me and me to harm you, so that it is in line with mother's wishes? After all, you think you are not wrong in harming Aunt Qin and Third Sister. Now it seems that Feng Rong is really soft-hearted. According to you

She should have killed Jiaru in the first place. If so, do you think Feng Rong did the right thing?"

"You...you don't have to mess around with me here..."

"Who is causing trouble? Mother knows it well. If you believe that your son is disobedient, you can go to the palace and file a complaint. Then we, mother and son, will tell the truth in front of the emperor. It is indeed his fault. He will accept it.

Punishment.”

"You...you think I don't know? The emperor loves you..."

"The emperor dotes on me, but doesn't my mother also have the queen aunt and the queen mother's grandmother? Let's spread the matter and think about it, the queen mother's grandmother and the queen's aunt will never help me..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu: How could I have raised such a thing like you? All these years have been in vain..."

Concubine Liao had nothing to say and could only lie on the table and cry bitterly. Gu Changting looked at her expressionlessly. After about half a quarter of an hour, Fang said in a deep voice: "Have you cried enough, mother? If you cry enough, let me beat you."

Come on, wash your face with some water, and go back to your room. The marriage of the third sister is now a certainty. After all, she is my concubine. She is usually gentle and lovely, without any bad deeds. I will protect her. Mother does not have to

No more wasting your efforts. Today you came here in anger and left in despair, which may cause some damage to your face, but you are a concubine, and no one will dare to talk in front of you. And you don't need a housekeeper. In the future, you will only need a housekeeper.

If you can cultivate your moral character and cultivate your character like your ancestors, and be less angry about these unworthy things, you will naturally live longer and live longer. As expected, it is a blessing in disguise."

Concubine Liao glared at her son, knowing that these were his soft words. Even though she was armed with a gun and a stick, it was still a consolation, right? She had made such a big mistake today, so she should just put it down, otherwise mother and son would really turn against each other.

.

But she was Mrs. Liao after all, and her years of experience in house fighting were not in vain. After cleaning her face, she held Qian's hand and went out. Gu Changting walked her to the courtyard gate, and suddenly heard her mother say coldly: "What are you doing today?"

Why are you at home at this time? And why did you come here in such a timely manner? Isn't it because Xin's family is blowing the pillow wind? Well, if you have a thorough plan, Jiaru will be defeated by her step by step, so there is no injustice."

Gu Changting's heart was moved, but his face was calm, and he said calmly: "Ms. Xin can't blow the pillow wind, and it's not her who ordered mother to come here today."

Concubine Liao's face turned pale, and her son's meaning was obvious: Mind yourself. Didn't you personally provide the handle today, and Xin's blow on the pillow will help? In the final analysis, it's not that you are narrow-minded and have to be a monster to be punished.

I bumped into it.

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"Your Majesty, I haven't seen Mr. Jiang and Mr. Zhao. I said that the second best scholar and dozens of other Jinshi masters were invited to the East Palace for a banquet."

Gu Changting's face became condensed, and after a while he said in a deep voice: "Have you found out clearly? Are you sure they all went to the East Palace?"

"Who else dares to lie?" Brother Yun smiled: "Let's go back, Your Majesty. One of the two young masters is the No. 1 scholar and the other is No. 3 overall. These horses and parades are enough for them. It won't be too late to meet again tomorrow."

Gu Changting thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "No need, let's go to Sanyuan Alley and Congjiang's wife comes to Beijing. I haven't visited her yet, so I just want to see her today."

"Ah? But you are the prince..."

"So what, Your Majesty? I am also Jiang Yanhui's friend, so it is appropriate for me to visit the old lady as a junior."

Gu Changting did not allow the young man to question, and asked Brother Yun to buy some dim sum and braised meat. He also booked a banquet at Hongbin Building, then got on his horse and headed straight for Sanyuan Alley.

When the prince arrived, there were only two women serving in the courtyard, and they were all in a panic. On the other hand, Mrs. Jiang, although she was clothed in commoners and had poor etiquette, was calm and calm, and behaved well.

Gu Changting refused to act like a prince and greeted him as a junior. Mrs. Jiang invited him into the room and tried her best to let him sit in the main seat. They exchanged a few words and suddenly heard the voice of the mother-in-law outside: "The number one scholar and the third beauty."

Back."

A smile appeared on Gu Changting's face, and he said to himself: He is indeed the person I like. If nothing else, his sharpness and composure alone are better than many young talents in the world.

While thinking about it, Jiang Yan came back to help Zhao Chu and walked in. When he saw Gu Changting, he was shocked. Zhao Chu straightened up and asked in surprise: "Why is the prince here?"

Gu Changting raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "What do you mean? I look at you, maybe you have a bad stomach?"

Zhao Chu and Jiang Yanhui glanced at each other, and Zhao Chu said with a bitter face: "Isn't that true? I used to be poor. I ate a lot of fish and meat for a few days. When I arrived at the East Palace and saw the table of delicacies, it was so delicious.

I couldn't bear it, so I just ate two pieces of fish, and then I felt like my stomach was pounding. I had no choice but to plead guilty and leave, even dragging Yan Geese back to accompany me."

Gu Changting knew that they were trying to protect him, which was normal. He had long been regarded as a natural princeling because of his relationship with his maternal grandfather's family. How could these two people dare to tell the truth?

So he smiled kindly and said: "You still blame it for being incompetent? Let me tell you, you are very smart and sharp. His Royal Highness has always been arrogant and carefree. This year's Enke is the emperor's intention to select talents for the court. He

However, after the palace examination, he invited dozens of Jinshi to the East Palace. This action is really unreasonable for Meng Lang, and it shows that he did not think carefully."

This time Jiang Yanhui and Zhao Chu were really surprised. Zhao Chu murmured: "Your Highness...do you really think so?"
Chapter completed!