MTL - Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan-Chapter 372 End

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When I opened it, I wanted to open it. The two of them suddenly felt more open-minded than ever before. They seemed to be open-minded, as if they had become old wives and wives who had been together for a long time, and they seemed to be old friends who had reunited for a long time. Nothing to worry about, Ming Lan never knew that he could be as close to a person without blood, so he had nothing to say.

Sitting on the day of the squatting period, leisurely and comfortable, Gu Tingyi grabbed all the trivial things in one hand.

The first one is to reward the defending Houfu’s Zhuang Yong and Jia Ding. Each of them pays a reward for the money. If there are several men who have died, they will return the good books and give them a field. If there is a child of the age, Being able to go to the military is a bad one - so that, not only those who are grateful, but also the people around them are looking at their eyes, and they all praise the great virtues of the Lord.

Thick rewards must be supplemented by heavy punishment. In the next few days, Gu Tingyu told everyone about two things with practical actions. First, the wife was fined, and Hou Ye was still not punished. Second, Hou Ye loved to use military law.

Because the outside is not flat, Bi Si has not yet left the government, shut in the outer courtyard of the house can not help crying tears, three times a day entangled in the care of the woman to deliver words, seeking Minglan back to heart. Gu Tingxi said nothing, calling the person to drag on to the front, and all the eyes hit her forty boards - you are not talking. Straight hit Bisi lips broken face, a pretty face swollen like a pig's head, teeth off six or seven, stunned after the cold water splashed, then dropped a broken carriage, escorted by several women.

This time, she no longer dared to cry. In fact, she couldn't even say anything.

On the other hand, although Ren Yi Niang has been sent away, she can serve her six people, and one has not escaped.

In the past, Ming Lan looked at the face of Shaw, and rarely asked about the personnel in the big house. In fact, I thought about it. The mother of a deep house is not easy to even connect with the door. How to connect with the lady’s house far away from the street. How many times do you need to get in and out to ventilate everything, and people around you dare to say that you don’t know? Gu Tingyu even asked if he was too lazy to ask questions.

Two close-fitting scorpions each cut a pair of index fingers, cut off both ears, and then sold to the north of the bitter cold as slaves; four third-class 丫鬟 each of the twenty slabs, is a family, and together with their families to Zhuang Shang Do rough work, never step into Houfu.

Shaw’s mistake is not easy to say, Gu Ting’s refusal will not be said. He will drag out his four-year-old mother and the housewife and wife, and fight the 30 sticks in the face of Shaw’s face and punish the silver for three years. The crime was very concealed—when the turmoil was not able to ‘serve’ the big lady, causing the big lady to “run around”, almost ‘causing a disaster.’

When the thick mouth of the house method whistled and waved the first stick, Shaw screamed and passed out.

Gu Tingyu didn't even lift his eyelids, only sneered in his heart. The first-class slaves of these big houses, who do not know his old grievances with Gu Tingzhuo, relying on the goodness of Minglan, can continue to live a respectful and respectful day, and the family outside can also buy and sell the situation of the Houhou government. It’s a tight deadline, but no one has a conscience.

The unusual manners of Shaw and Ren Yu Niang that night can be hidden to the point where these elderly people who have served for many years will be unaware? But whenever there is a letter, Minglan can respond early. This group of slaves, nothing more than thinking about more than one thing, anyway, the mother is benevolent, really have something, and will not over-punish them.

A wife-in-law was interrupted on the spot, a woman was beaten to vomit blood, and the other two were half-dead fainting. After the incident, in Shao’s courtyard, only a few beaches were dark and thick, mottled in cold. On the slate.

The servant's family in Manchu was stunned, and when he returned to Jiayuju, he was trembled. Shaw was scared to fall ill. Qiu Niang was so scared that he couldn't close his door. The sister-in-law only dared to cry silently. Rong sister was screaming at the cousin, quietly. Be patient and soothing.

As for the Han Sanjia, who is the owner of the Lord, no one knows his end.

Gu Tingzhuo this time, nothing more than telling everyone: what you eat, use, wear, are given by Lao Tzu, no matter what surname Shao surname Qin, no matter which of you serve, where is the difference, should be only faithful Laozi’s wife One.

From the beginning to the end, Ming Lan was hiding in the house, holding his youngest son to take the eldest son, and the sound was not loud.

In fact, she is very clear that in ancient times, this approach was correct. The host family is too kind, too reasonable, and it is easy to scream the slaves who are smashing. Even if the kindness is like the old lady, when she returned to Jinling, she caught several servants and directors who smuggled the property of the Lord, and did not hesitate to pass the life on the spot.

At that time, the aunt-mother praised the old lady and took this to educate her and Pinnacle's slaves who took care of the housekeeper’s house in the hometown, and the harm was even greater. She couldn’t help but think about the four rounds: those who stole How much property, value geometry, whether it has reached the standard of changing from civil guilt to criminal guilt, is it enough to measure the death penalty.

- Well, no one needs to be reminded, she also knows that this is silly, very pedantic.

"...can't hold it, you are so busy, so tired, you have to worry about the house." She was full of apologies.

Gu Tingyu touched her thin cheeks and opened her frowning brow. "You don't have to blame, I know."

She was able to find out the ghost tricks and implement the crimes in a ruthless manner, but once she had to be sent off, she was always soft, and he couldn’t understand it. As the master, whether it is for shock or Liwei, sometimes it is necessary to slap hands--even if there are a few, even if the penalty is too heavy, there are also, and how can the pieces be actually sinned and sentenced.

He also annoyed that she was not upset, but she turned back and thought, but admired.

From small to large, the people around him, regardless of the deceased father, Gu Kaikai, Mrs. Tai, Gu Tingzhuo, and even the uncles and brothers, are all generations who only rely on their own interests, never think about it, should it be right, right? Live a conscience. Not to mention Man Niang, for the sake of one's own self, killing and setting fire, what to think.

As the book sergeant said, the gentleman does something and does something. He has never met a few gentlemen in his life.

In contrast, Minglan’s self-sustaining truth is stupid, but the breeze is as clean as a bright moon.

Gu Tingzhuo was able to kill in the first place without any psychological obstacles. Minglan was worried. He thought that Shaw was a widowed wife. Gu Tingzhuo was so unkind to her, would it hinder the reputation of the outside world? "I knew this, not as good as me. Come to be this wicked person."

"If you just fear the impeachment, you will not have to end it. You can rest assured that I have a few hearts." Gu Tingyun smiled and persuaded, only exchanged a bright eye.

Hey, there are a few yarns! The general who won the victorious dynasty, not only scorned the oligarchy, but also squandered the servant's life. It was a perfect accompaniment material. Those who were flustered and flustered learned about it, and did not immediately activate the saliva secretion?

Ming Lan twisted her brow into a big shackle. As a result, Zhang visited the next day and dismissed her uneasiness in a few words.

"Hah, when you are a man, you can't be vegetarian! I said it early, Gu Hou seems to be rough, and the inside is fine. Before people start, they will do enough work early." Zhang immediately laughed out loud. "Now the outsiders are Say, your family is ignorant and uneasy, and in private, colluding with the stepmother, intending to murder your mother and child."

"Ah, what did you say?" Minglan said.

"On that night, in addition to the palace and the nine gates played badly, the people next to them are at best recruiting some thieves. My family is the most fierce thief, or because there is a thief..." Zhang snorted and grinned. "You Inquired about the city, inquisitive, how can your home be so dangerous? The oil pan, the door, the high ladder, even the fire are put on, and nearly half of the people who died, just like the siege in the book-- - At the foot of the emperor, he had had this scene. The emperor was alarmed and said that he should be severely punished."

Zhang seems to be in a bad mood. He said that Mei Lan silently handed the tea pot. She took the mouth and continued. "There was everyone messing around. Now it’s time to stabilize. Don’t ask about this. It’s a strange thing? You are still in the month.”

The implication of the words, the family is not good to ask Ming Lan directly, had to hear the news.

Ming Lan smiled: "What can I find out?"

"You don't need to ask how to ask. Is your haunted mother-in-law not escorting Liu Daren? The first trial in the first place reveals the meaning. It is your nephew and your step-brother and collusion, which is intended to harm your mother and child."

Ming Lan was amazed, and half a loud voice said: "...you can let my mother say that it is all she did, and she did nothing."

Zhang smiled profoundly: "The interrogation in the Tuen Mun, they all talk about the bottom."

Ming Lan is silent. What is a small slap in the face, it is necessary to dig a big head from the table and inside to find an achievement.

"Moreover, there are slaves who commit crimes, and the master is irrelevant." Zhang said again, "Does your nephew not always remember to give the dead husband a scorpion?"

Ming Lan heard more and more surprised: "But that is the idea of ​​the earlier, she has not mentioned this matter in recent years." How can this be involved.

Zhang sees her stunned, and she laughs and twists her ears. "It’s only a few years of hard work. Many people remember it. Before the end of the family, the grandfather said that he was dead, and he should never die, but you The blind man is not happy. If the head makes a fuss about this matter, she knows that she is not tempted. Yes, this is exactly the right thing, and now the outside can be motivated."

Ming Lan took a breath and said: "Not so, I know clearly, I don't have the courage..." She looked at Zhang's rare eyes and she stopped her mouth.

Zhang seems to be watching a very funny thing, jokingly said: "As for not, I don't know, who can play this ticket. It is you, how to treat your niece, Xue everyone and Zheng family, next to Whether you are friends or relatives, people have eyes."

This is a very mysterious thing - Minglan chewed for a moment, finally clarified the inner and delicate, Shaw's notoriety has been settled seven or eight points, she silently stunned, muffled, "I only pity sister She is really a good boy."

Zhang’s heart is translucent, and he caresss his nails casually. He is careless: “One child, the child is still young, and he has to say that he has to say a few years later. Maybe no one remembers it at that time. Second, I will call it later. The child stays with you, and when he turns back, he says that he is raised in front of him, and his character is with you. Hey, even his wife and children can’t take care of it, and there is a cat and a dog who wants to sit next to it, and it’s not a man’s husband... ..."

Minglan looked at the side, and the bright sunlight outside the window sprinkled through the screen window and fell on Zhang's body. It reflected the filigree and ten fingers straight as if the spring onion dyed the cardamom, the fresh and tender, the beauty is like a sword of Qiu Shui, both heroic. Sharp, and calm.

The three-way army went to Beijing, and the other two roads are still unknown. Only the road that has been taken care of has been a big victory. The British public has been strategizing, winning thousands of miles, knowing how to use it, and sending a light ride to return to the division to defend the emperor. In the back of the town, the army is not chaotic, and there is still room for the support of the son-in-law. On the merits, Zhang Laoguo, the coach, is the first.

With such a powerful father and brother, Zhang’s waist is hard. As for how her husband Shen Congxing is doing, she... does not care very much.

At this time, Ms. Cui came in and shouted in her face: "The round brother woke up and hugged her to Mrs. Shen."

Zhang immediately opened the topic and smiled and hugged the child.

The baby's skin is young, and there are shallow sleeping marks on the red fluttering face, which exudes a good smell of milk, and the eyebrows show off. Zhang likes it, and rushes to the pouch. Xiao Ayuan just ate milk, didn't cry, didn't cry, big eyes were clear and clean, but also smiled at the face. The soft little mouth showed a smile of millet grain, quiet and beautiful.

Zhang’s eyes were straight and he smiled. “...I’m going to go back from you a few days ago, and I’m going to kiss my family.” She kissed her child’s face and smiled. “I lost my life. A buddy, otherwise, you are not allowed to give me a grandfather."

Ming Lan listened and grinned. "Hey, my son is beautiful, but my mother is ugly." She pressed her thin cheeks with her hands, making her sigh.

Zhang smiled and advised: "I was not able to make a piece of paper when I was producing it, and the quack doctor said that I was so fast, I will slowly raise it, and it will not be long before I jumped."

She didn't breathe herself, but let a lot of others breathe.

Ming Lan resisted laughing and nodded.

Zhang held a small A-round and patted it, unable to suppress the color of love: "Hey, I will tell the child in the future that the pro-uncertain stepping through the threshold... Oh, good boy, come to the aunt’s house to look for the brother The little brothers read and write together..."

After squatting for a while, I handed the child to Ms. Cui. Zhang turned to Ming Lan and smiled. "You are also, Jingli is too peaceful. In the past few days, your brother and I will not give a message to the outside. If you have no strength, let me come."

Ming Lan repeatedly thanked him and sighed: "Not all of them are not powerful. You think, my family is very good with Zheng Jia. Now I am full of people wearing filial piety, but I am happy to do three full moons. Heart and liver."

Speaking of Zheng Jia, Zhang also sighed: "It’s really a disaster, the old man is more respectable, who knows how to come..." She remembered the situation of going to Zheng’s home in her childhood, shook her head and sighed, no longer said, rumored, "I When I went to condolences, Zheng Dazi asked me to talk about it, and told you to take a good rest. The friendship between the two families did not need those vain heads, and she knew clearly."

Ming Lan asked the situation of Mrs. Xiao and Mrs. Zheng: "The most fun thing to do is to be awkward, but don't get tired."

"No," Zhang said, shaking his head. "They are all thin, and no one is shaped. Why? There is a spirit in the heavens and the earth, filial piety knows, and life is ruining the living. The old man may not be happy in the underground." This is open-minded and quite a bit meditation.

Speaking of this, Ming Lan couldn't help but jokingly said: "When I listen to you hanging on the Zheng family, the style can be very big."

Zhang did not think that he was embarrassed, and he smiled and said: "The blessing of the Zoujia family, there is no joke that makes people jealous of me on weekdays. Now it can be stopped." She stepped into the living room of Zhengfu, which was expensive in the gossip. The women suddenly silent, watching her eyes are respectful and fearful, and the words are inexplicably polite.

This is the difference between the treatment of the powerful shrews and the martial arts masters. When the few green branches are in front of the service, they are also trembled against Zhang, and the atmosphere does not dare to come out.

Ming Lan looked at her eyes and whispered, "Are you uncomfortable?" After all, it was a strange look.

Zhang thought for a moment, shook his head, and showed a self-deprecating smile on his lips: "If you change it, you are willing to ask someone to pray for you from time to time, or is it so good?" The only prostitute in England, from childhood to grand Who knows that the marriage is the most unsatisfactory, and the pity of all kinds of goodwill or gloating, so that she does not want to go out after the marriage.

Ming Lan knew it, nodded, and changed the subject: "Now, Zou Jia is honest, right? Well, how do you get rid of that nonsense?"

Zhang's disdainful contempt, faintly said: "What happened to me, the state-owned national law, I handed Zou Laosi together with the thief who was captured to Liu Daren, and first took the punishment."

clever! Ming Lan smiled and raised his thumb in his heart.

The two had a good time, and she stayed in Zhang’s lunch.

Let's take a variety of bowls of squid, a dish of green and tender Longjing shrimp, a milky white squid soup, a bowl of fragrant red sauce, and a bowl of water. The big bowl, full of hot lotus leaf chicken, two fried vegetables and refreshing cold mix... full of a table, in addition to a pot of Gu Fu brewed fruit wine.

Three cups of belly, Zhang began to pick up, "...the wicked have bad news, the black lady of your family is not good, not only the son is gone, I heard that the granddaughter is also sick, as if it is dyed The epidemic..."

Ming Lan’s heart moved, he ducked slowly and didn’t ask anything.

"...this time you can be sinned, you look like it, the wind like a lantern will break." With the strength of the wine, Zhang is inexplicably sad: "A woman is suffering, a child, a husband. The godson is not blood, it is tears."

Ming Lan sighed lightly and lifted the pot to give Zhang a cup.