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

Chapter 223 Centrifugal

Mu Lu returned to the Marquis' Mansion and hurried to Xinghui Hall to report the news, but as soon as he arrived outside the courtyard, he saw Mu Yi standing outside: "The Marquis is inside."

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

In Xinghui Hall, Xu Rongrong was practicing calligraphy.

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

Yesterday at Fanlou, she couldn't even lift her chopsticks.

Mu Rong was worried that she was too impatient and would get the opposite of what she wanted, so he came up with a solution: practicing calligraphy.

Practicing calligraphy can not only exercise your fingers but also calm your mind, which is like killing two birds with one stone. Xu Rongrong happily agreed.

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

Although she tried hard to restrain her annoyance, it did not escape Mu Rong's eyes.

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

Then he stood behind Xu Rongrong, held her hand, and picked up the pen again.

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

Xu Rongrong could even hear his heartbeat.

Strong and powerful.

She turned her head to look at him: This guy... every time he comes up with a solution, it seems like he has ulterior motives.

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

She frowned slightly and was about to speak.

Then Mu Rong said sternly, "Focus on it, don't be distracted."

She spoke righteously, as if she was overthinking it.

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

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

Looking at the delicate and small fonts, one by one dancing under her hands.

From where he was standing, he couldn't see her expression, but he could feel her concentration and effort.

His Rongrong is just unwilling to admit defeat.

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

He watched quietly.

Xu Rongrong stopped writing only after she knew that lunch had been delivered.

Wen Yao and Luo Shu were busy setting the table, while Mu Rong took advantage of the situation and pulled her hand towards him, gently kneading it. Her fingers were inevitably sore from using the pen for so long, and his pressure was just right, gradually relaxing her fingers.

Wen Yao watched from the side and saw the Marquis lower his head and carefully rub each of his young lady's fingers. He felt a little emotional in his heart.

The Marquis is so gentle...it's really hard to refuse.

It was clear that after getting up in the morning, Miss Mingming had a sullen face and forbade them to mention the Marquis's name. It had only been half a day, and it was not up to the Marquis to do as he pleased?

Mu Lu was allowed in only after lunch.

It was so cold that he was standing outside in the yard, his legs and feet were almost frozen.

He stomped his feet a few times before entering Xinghui Hall.

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

The smoke curled from the incense burner by the window, a picture of peaceful times. He was stunned for a moment. "Is it nice? This incense burner is for you?" This goose-like subordinate was simply too embarrassed to look at it. If you have something to say, just say it. If you don't have anything to say, don't be an eyesore here. What are you looking at with the incense burner in your hand?

"I dare not!" Mu Lu came back to his senses. He looked at his master and replied, "Master, Cao Yang agreed."

Mu Rong expected this answer. He nodded and said, "I understand. If you have nothing else to do, go back and rest."

The implication is to not get in the way here.

Mu Lu naturally understood it, but who is he?

"There is something I don't understand."

Mu Rong raised an eyebrow: "What's the matter?"

"My master asked Cao Yang to inform the Crown Princess about the matter of County Magistrate Lu... But Chang Jing is her uncle after all. What can she do after knowing the truth?" Cao Yang didn't understand this, and he didn't understand it either.

Upon 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 a little embarrassedly and said, "I really don't understand."

Xu Rongrong asked him, "According to Guard Lu's observations, between Magistrate Lu and Lord Chang, who is closer to the Crown Princess?"

Mu Lu replied, "Puyang County is just outside the capital, and Xianzhou City is ten days' journey from the capital. Naturally, County Magistrate Lu is closer and more approachable."

"Who of these two has a higher official position?"

"It's Lord Chang. He's the Jiangnan Dao Promotion and Demotion Commissioner, in charge of the four Jiangnan prefectures. How can a seventh-rank county magistrate be compared to him? Moreover, except for the Lu County Magistrate, all the members of the Lu family are merchants. They have no official titles and are not as noble as the Chang family."

"That's it." Xu Rongrong nodded. "Of the two, Magistrate Lu is closer to the Crown Princess. Since he's of a lower rank, he naturally holds her in high esteem. Lord Chang, on the other hand, is used to being bossy. How could he be so subservient in front of the Crown Princess?"

"As for the Crown Princess, she has been trapped in the harem for many years, and her experience is limited. Naturally, she will be closer to those close to her. But now, someone close to her has been killed by the person who has always suppressed her. If you were in her shoes, how would you feel?"

"I must be filled with resentment." Mu Lu suddenly understood: "So that's how it is."

"But this matter is unusual... If Chang Jing falls, the prince will inevitably be deposed, and the Crown Princess will also suffer together. Will she implicate herself in order to retaliate against Chang Jing?" Mu Lu still didn't understand.

Xu Rongrong smiled and said, "Regarding the incident at the Imperial Farm, the moment the Crown Prince sent his secret guards to silence the witnesses, his dethronement was already decided. No matter how hard the Crown Princess struggled, she couldn't change the outcome. We only let her know about the incident with County Magistrate Lu to help us and completely crush Chang Jing, leaving him no chance of recovery."

Mu Rong heard this and smiled slightly: "Rongrong understands me."

Mu Lu: “…”

Seeing that he still didn't leave, Mu Rong said coldly, "Besides that, didn't the people stationed in the Eastern Palace tell you where the Crown Prince has been sleeping lately?"

"Yes... yes." Mu Lu was a little scared when his master became stern. He replied, "The prince has been worried about the affairs of the imperial farm recently. Hermei took the opportunity to perform dances every day. Therefore, the prince has been staying in Hermei's room these days."

After saying this, he slapped his head and said, "So, the Crown Princess has already separated from the Crown Prince and will definitely not care about him anymore."

Jealousy can sometimes be very scary!

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

He ordered, "Go to the Third Prince's residence and tell him that after the decree comes down, have Third Brother go to the Upper Study to plead for the Crown Prince."

The decree has been issued, and everything is set in stone. Going to plead for mercy is just to put on an act in front of His Majesty. At the same time, it is also a natural thing to do to continue the task of finding someone else.

Given Third Brother's personality, he is the only one who will do his best to do this matter.

Those people of the Great Zhou who were wandering outside, helpless and suffering unknown torture, were about to return home.