The reborn sweet girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent prince hugs her and coaxes her!

When Mu Lu returned to the Hou Mansion, he hurried to Xinghui Hall to report the news, but as soon as he arrived outside the courtyard, he saw Mu Yi standing outside the courtyard: "Master Hou is inside."

"Understood!" Mu Lu understood instantly, and then stood side by side with Mu Yi obediently.

In Xinghui Hall, Xu Rong is practicing calligraphy.

The inconvenience in her legs and feet gradually improved every time she walked in the courtyard, but what should she do with her stiff fingers?

Yesterday in Fanlou, she couldn't even pick up chopsticks.

Mu Rong was worried that she would be too impatient and that things would be counterproductive, so he came up with a way: practice calligraphy.

Practicing calligraphy can not only move your fingers, but also calm your mind. It can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

Xu Rongrong happily agreed.

I just didn't expect that as soon as I picked up the pen, I would fail.

Although she was trying hard to restrain her annoyance, she could no longer escape Mu Rong's eyes.

He smiled slightly: "It's okay, take your time."

Then he stood behind Xu Rongrong, held her hand, and started writing again.

His warm palm wrapped the back of her hand, and her whole body was held in his arms.

Xu Rongrong could even hear his heartbeat.

Strong and powerful.

She turned her face to look at him: This man... seems to have an ulterior motive every time he comes up with a method.

It was like this when I went to Fanlou before, and it's like this again today.

She frowned slightly and was about to speak.

Then I heard Mu Rong say seriously: "Focus on it, don't get distracted."

She said it righteously, as if she was overthinking it.

Xu Rongrong turned around, and under his guidance, the strokes of her fingers gradually became more powerful and smooth... like a sword moving like a dragon.

Mu Rong's hand gradually loosened and pulled away...

Looking at the beautiful and small fonts, they danced under her hands one by one.

From where he stood, he couldn't see her expression, but he could feel her concentration and efforts.

His appearance was such that he was unwilling to admit defeat.

A gust of wind blew by, and her hair was lifted up and tangled with his.

He watched quietly.

Xu Rongrong didn't stop writing until lunch was delivered.

Wen Yao and Luo Shu were busy preparing the dishes, while Mu Rong took her hand over and kneaded it gently.

She had been using the pen for a long time, and her fingers were inevitably sore. His force was just right, allowing her fingers to gradually stretch out.

Wen Yao watched from the side and felt a little emotional when he saw the Marquis lowering his head and carefully rubbing each finger of his young lady.

The Marquis became gentle...it was really hard to refuse.

After Miss Mingming got up in the morning, she arrogantly refused to allow them to mention the Marquis's name. It had only been half a day, so why didn't she let the Marquis do what he wanted?

After lunch, Mu Lu was allowed in.

On such a cold day, he stood outside the yard, and his legs and feet were almost frozen.

After stomping his feet a few times, he entered the Xinghui Hall.

Xu Rongrong was sitting at the window, basking in the sun and looking through the account books, while Mu Rong was sitting opposite her, not knowing what he was looking at.

The green smoke curled up from the incense burner by the window, and it looked like the time had passed peacefully. He was stunned for a moment.

"Does it look good? I gave you this incense burner?" This goose-like subordinate simply has no eyes to see. He has something to talk about, but he has nothing to do. Don't be an eyesore here. What is he looking at with the incense burner on his head?

"I don't dare!" Mu Lu came to his senses. He looked at his Marquis and reported back, "Sir, Cao Yang agreed."

The whole answer was as expected by Mu Rong. He nodded: "I understand. If you have nothing else to do, go back and rest."

The implication is not to be an eyesore here.

Mu Lu naturally understood, but who was he?

"There is one thing I don't know about my subordinates."

Mu Rong raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

"I asked Cao Yang to inform the Crown Princess about what happened in Lu Zhi County... But Chang Jing is her uncle after all. What will she do if she knows the truth?" Cao Yang didn't understand this, and neither did he.

Hearing this, Xu Rongrong put down the account book and glanced at him with a smile.

Seeing this, Mu Lu knew that his question was not very clever. He lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "This subordinate really doesn't understand."

Xu Rongrong asked him: "According to what Guard Lu sees, who among the magistrate of Lu County and Mr. Chang is closer to the Crown Princess?"

Mu Lu replied: "Puyang County is just outside the capital, and Xianzhou City is ten days away from the capital. Naturally, Lu Zhi County is closer and closer."

"Then among these two, who has a higher official position?"

"He is Mr. Chang. He is the deposed envoy of Jiangnan Province and commands the four states in Jiangnan. How can he be compared to a seventh-grade county magistrate? What's more, except for the magistrate of Lu County, the Lu family are all businessmen. They have no official or title and are not as good as the Chang family. noble."

"That's it." Xu Rongrong nodded, "Between the two of them, Magistrate Lu is closer to the Crown Princess. Naturally, since he is of lower rank, he holds the Crown Princess up high, and Mr. Chang is used to bossing around, how could he Being a lowly person in front of the Crown Princess?"

"For the Crown Princess, she has been trapped in the back house all year round and has limited knowledge. Naturally, she will be closer to the people who care about her. But now, the people close to her have been killed by the people who have always suppressed her. If you were her, How would you feel?"

"I must have resentment in my heart." Mu Lu suddenly understood after hearing this: "That's it."

"But this matter is unusual... If Chang Jing were to fall, the prince would not be able to escape the fate of being deposed. At that time, the prince and the princess would also suffer losses. Will she harm herself in order to retaliate against Chang Jing?" Mu Lu still said Some don't understand.

Xu Rongrong smiled and said: "In the matter of Huangzhuang, the moment the prince sent secret guards to kill and silence him, the outcome of the prince's dethronement was decided. No matter how hard the princess struggled, she could not change the outcome. Let her know about Magistrate Lu just to help us. , completely trampling Chang Jing to death, giving him no chance to stand up."

Hearing this, Mu Rong smiled slightly: "Rongrong understands me."

Mu Lu: "..."

Seeing that he was still not leaving, Mu Rong said coldly: "Besides, didn't the people installed in the East Palace tell you where the prince has been sleeping recently?"

"Yes... yes." The Marquis became stern, and Mu Lu was still a little scared. He replied, "The prince has been worried about the affairs of the imperial village recently, and Herme took the opportunity to perform dances every day. Therefore, these days, the prince They all stayed in Herme's room."

After speaking, he patted his head: "So, the Crown Princess has separated from the Prince at this time and will definitely not care about the Prince anymore."

Jealousy is terrible sometimes!

Mu Rong turned his head and looked out the window: "At the latest, there will be news tomorrow."

He ordered: "Go to the third prince's residence and tell him. After the decree is issued, let the third brother go to the study to intercede for the prince."

The decree has been issued and everything is a foregone conclusion. To plead for mercy is just to show off in front of His Majesty. At the same time, it is also logical to continue the extra mission of searching for people.

According to Third Brother's temperament, only he will do his best to handle this matter.

Those Zhou people who are drifting away, helpless, and don’t know what kind of torture they are suffering are about to go home.