sick man

Since the death of Taifu Xue's only and youngest son, Xue Xiaoyun, the Xue residence has not been this lively for a long time.

Even if the decoration is exquisite, it is hard to hide the loneliness and desolation of the deserted house, which is temporarily driven away by the servant with red silk candles, but it cannot drive away the master's sorrow.

"Ugh!"

Mrs. Xue carefully sorted out the wedding clothes on the shelf in the middle of the room, and unconsciously sighed again.

Out of nowhere, a adopted son of Shen Xiang appeared, saying that he fell in love with Shu'er at first sight at the wedding banquet of Mr. Shen, and begged Shen Xiang to go to the emperor to obtain an imperial decree to marry him.When the imperial decree came to the house, my father almost fainted out of breath. The matter of my younger brother has always been a knot in my father's heart. Since then, he has been very resistant to the love/love between men. Unexpectedly, Shu'er will be forced to... …

Although Yun Shu didn't make any drastic moves when he knelt down to accept the imperial edict, and even his expression didn't change, but his son and mother always knew best.Because of Xiaoyun's matter, Yunshu was particularly disgusted with men falling in love, and even worried that his identity as a descendant of a god would attract men with ulterior motives to entangle him, so he has been wearing a forehead wipe since he was sensible.I don't know how the man named Mo Hongyu knew about this matter, and Shen Xiang also used this reason to persuade the emperor.

These were all mentioned by his father when he came back. He knelt down and begged the emperor not to cut off the Xue family's heir, but the emperor said that Shen Xiang's adoptive son is willing to marry, so the Tai Tu don't have to worry about it.

How can you refuse even if you are willing to marry?

Mrs. Xue held up her handkerchief to press the tears from the corners of her eyes. When her younger brother passed away, she was still in her boudoir. The two older sisters in front of her were already married. If she married again, the blood of the Xue family would be cut off.With the favor of the emperor, he personally proposed marriage and asked her husband-in-law to join in, so that the blood of the Xue family could continue.

Now this method is applied to his only son.

Is it lucky or unlucky?

If Xiaoyun was still there...wouldn't the emperor have changed so much?

But is the emperor's change really only because of Xiaoyun's death?

Could it still be related to... that person?

Thinking of this possibility, Mrs. Xue's face turned pale.But she quickly regained her composure and forced herself to focus on preparing for tomorrow's wedding banquet.

Although Xue's family is not as good as before, they must not lose face, and Shu'er's wedding banquet must be held in a splendid manner.

As the saying goes, one family is happy and the other is sad.

The wedding banquet, which made Mrs. Xue difficult to show off, was what Mo Hongyu had been looking forward to for a long time.

At this time, he couldn't wait to try on the wedding clothes. Although he is a bit rough on weekdays, but after tidying up carefully, he has the taste of a beautiful tree, especially with the unrestrained and unrestrained style of a quack, and he still smiles badly. Very attractive.

But when recruiting people, there are also targets. For example, the other person in the room has no interest in him at all, and thinks that he is ostentatious in front of the mirror, so he can't help coughing a few times to remind him.

"Brother, why aren't you here yet?" Mo Hongyu looked back when he heard the sound, and found that Duan Mingyou, who he thought had left early, was actually standing behind him.

"..."

"Did I say something wrong?" Seeing Duan Mingyou's expression turned pale, Mo Hongyu hurriedly made amends.

"Don't tell me you didn't hear what I just said." Duan Mingyou gave him a warning look.

"Ah?" Mo Hongyu scratched his head and said, "Did you talk to me just now?"

Duan Mingyou resisted the urge to slap him to death, and handed him a small porcelain bottle with a round body and short neck.

Of course Mo Hongyu recognized that it was specially used for blood collection.

"I want you to find out where the poison in the blood came from."

Mo Hongyu refused to pick it up, complaining repeatedly with a mournful face,

"Senior brother, you are so cruel! They are getting married tomorrow, and you still give me such a complicated thing to do!"

Duan Mingyou couldn't stand the coquettish voice of the woman he deliberately imitated, so he put his palm on his forehead to prevent him from rubbing it, turned his face in disgust and said,

"Then you return the bride price to me."

When Mo Hongyu heard this, he immediately lowered his head.Although he can make money, he is even better at spending money. He especially likes to do some weird research that burns money and has not paid off, so he hides in Tibet all year round with a tent on his back.But no matter how much money he had, he couldn't lose Xue Yunshu on the dowry, so he had the audacity to borrow it from Duan Mingyou. It was a loan in name, but both of them knew that given Mo Hongyu's situation, he was not expected to pay it back.

If you don’t pay back the money, of course you can, just exchange it with other things.

Duan Mingyou has always spared no effort and has a lot of experience in squeezing Mo Hongyu.

"Brother, you are taking advantage of others!" Mo Hongyu complained tearfully.

"It seems that Taifu Xue is not in good health recently. As a show of sympathy, why not ask the emperor for permission to choose another auspicious date?"

"Woo... I'll go!" Mo Hongyu wiped away his bitter tears, and snatched the porcelain bottle from Duan Mingyou's hand, for fear that he would make another moth.

Duan Mingyou was quite satisfied with his performance, he took his foot out of the door back, threw him something across the table, and said with a smile,

"Count it as a reward."

The brother who has been "slaving" himself for fun will give himself a reward?

With a skeptical attitude, Mo Hongyu carefully opened the exquisite small round box in his hand, sniffed it cautiously, his eyes turned green instantly.