The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Jiang Mengli curled her lips and said, "Boring, boring."

He snorted coldly, looked away, and leaned in front of the window to look outside.

We were already on the street, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going, with constant hawking sounds and the aroma of delicious food wafting in the air.

She looked at the passers-by and when she saw the muscular man working with his upper body naked, she couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Wow, a muscular man with eight-pack abs... Even without looking at his face, he's still very pleasing to the eye. Hey, there's a handsome scholar over there, his face must be fragrant and soft to the touch..."

Wen Mohan clenched his fist, "Jiang..."

Just as the words came to his lips, Jiang Mengli patted his thigh excitedly, "Look, look, there's an Oiran standing upstairs in Chunxiang Tower. She's so charming and enchanting. She must be very soft in my arms."

At this moment, Wen Mohan's mouth twitched with anger. He pulled her over and gritted his teeth and said:

"You don't care about gender, you want to touch and hug both men and women. Although I have no interest in you, you should never forget your current status."

Their faces were so close that they could feel the warmth and breath of each other's cheeks.

Jiang Mengli bit her lip, put her finger on his chest, and shot him a high-voltage electric eye.

"Are you jealous? I may be distracted by my eyes, but my heart is not. With a stunningly beautiful husband like you by my side, all other men are nothing but dirt."

She rubbed circles on his chest with her fingers, and numbness spread instantly.

"It's impossible for me to be jealous!" Wen Mohan's ears turned red. He pushed her away hurriedly and pretended to be calm as he straightened his clothes.

When Jiang Mengli moved, he subconsciously protected his chest with his hands and leaned back.

Seeing this, Jiang Mengli couldn't help but chuckle, "Just like a shy little wife, hehe..."

Wen Mohan frowned and gave her a cold look, then quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't have agreed to go to Lion Head Ridge. The imperial court has been unable to destroy the forces there for so many years. You'd be sending yourself to die in vain if you went."

She has been in a cold state since she came out of the palace. This is because she agreed to go to Lion Head Ridge and agreed to be a concubine.

Hearing this, Jiang Mengli suppressed his smile and said solemnly, "I've heard about the power of Lion Head Ridge. I heard there are poisonous arrays, mazes, evil spirits, and they even eat human flesh and drink human blood."

Wen Mohan raised his voice and growled coldly, "You still agreed if you knew that? And who let you make the decision about the concubine?!"

There is a creepy coldness between his brows, making it difficult for people to get close to him.

Jiang Mengli's hairs began to stand on end unconsciously. His heart trembled slightly when he was yelled at, and he felt a little aggrieved.

When she thought that he was just a paper tiger, her fear disappeared immediately. She said with a wronged tone, "How dare you be so mean to me~ Humph."

Her voice was soft and pleasant, not as artificial as when she acted coquettishly in the palace.

Wen Mohan suddenly choked, and subconsciously softened his tone, "I am not angry with you, I am angry that you shouldn't act on your own. You agreed to these things and you suffered a loss."

Of course he also suffered losses.

If Jiang Mengli died at Lion Head Ridge, he would have no shield to resist the Queen Mother and others.

Once Cheng Jia Nu enters the mansion and becomes the principal wife, she will definitely try every possible means to kill him.

Jiang Mengli listened to his suddenly gentle tone, and the corners of her mouth curled up secretly. No wonder people say that women who know how to act coquettishly have the best life.

"Even if I don't agree, the Queen Mother will find all sorts of ways to target me. As for the concubine issue, what's the harm in having more women? Don't all men like to have three wives and four concubines?"

Wen Mohan chuckled when he heard this, "Do you think they really care about this prince? Any woman they shove into the mansion is not a good person."

……

When Jiang Mengli returned to Lanxiangyuan, she found that it had been cleaned thoroughly and was no longer dusty.

Yuzhu stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Your servant greets the princess. This place has been cleaned. Could you please see if there is anything missing in the room? If there is anything missing, please let me know."

The room has been completely renovated, and the furnishings are all luxurious and exquisite.

The lavender curtains are elegant and noble, and the bed is also lavender with exquisite patterns.

Smoke slowly rises from the incense burner, with a faint rose scent.

"Not bad, nothing missing." Jiang Mengli sat in front of the dressing table with satisfaction, "Help me take off my bun and find me some lighter clothes."

Lingqiao went forward to help with the dismantling, while Yuzhu went to look for clothes.

Jiang Mengli entered the mansion in such a hurry that she had no time to prepare on her own.

A quarter of an hour later, Yuzhu returned to the house with the light yellow clothes, hesitatingly saying:

"Princess...Princess, I have been searching for a long time and finally found this one that suits me. Although it belonged to the previous previous princess, it has never been worn by anyone else."

Hearing this, Jiang Mengli twitched his lips and said jokingly, "After Prince Yu died, he adopted three princesses. Didn't anyone say he was unlucky?"

Yuzhu looked embarrassed, "Ah, this..."

"Just kidding, put it down." Jiang Mengli took the clothes and took a look at them with a faint smile. "The color is still good. It doesn't matter. A beautiful person looks beautiful in anything."

The original owner had no money at all, and his daily clothes were not very good.

The formal palace dress she was currently wearing was not tailor-made for her, but was made by the palace according to the figure of the first Princess Yu.

In the octagonal pavilion of Ya Ting Garden.

The servant bowed his head and reported, "Your Highness, the princess is quite satisfied with Lanxiang Garden, but...she has no clothes to change into."

Wen Mohan paused holding the teacup when he heard this, "Ask the housekeeper to arrange for an embroiderer to measure her figure and make several sets for each season."

After receiving the order, the servant retreated respectfully.

cough...cough...cough...

Suddenly, Wen Mohan coughed violently, his face turning red.

When the handkerchief was removed from his mouth, there was blood on it.

Yun Jian was suddenly startled, "Master! You're coughing up blood again. Why don't you drink the medicine? Or... maybe the soup is fine."

Whether it was the medicine he drank or the medicine to suppress the poison, they were all from the divine doctor Yu Hong.

After finding out last night that there was something wrong with the pills given by Dr. Hong, I stopped drinking the medicine.

Wen Mohan shook his head, "No need, let's investigate first. Take the medicine residue and see a doctor outside."

The pain in my heart became more severe, I felt dizzy, my breathing became a little difficult, and a fishy-sweet taste came out of my mouth.

puff……

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing on the stone table, and his body leaned limply against the back of the wheelchair.

"Master!" Yun Jian was extremely panicked. He checked his breathing and found it was very weak. He immediately patted his cheek and said, "Master, wake up! Someone come, someone come! Find a doctor!"

He picked the person up and ran towards the bedroom.

When he reached the eaves, he suddenly remembered Jiang Mengli, so he turned around and ordered the servants, "Quick, go find the princess and tell her that the prince is in critical condition. If we don't hurry, it will be too late!"

The servant moved quickly and ran to Lanxiang Garden panting.

Before he even saw Jiang Mengli, he ran and shouted anxiously, "Princess, it's bad! The prince is dying. If you don't hurry, you won't be able to see him for the last time!"