The ancestors and grandsons of the Meng family were all annoyed by King Wen, but he followed him to the inner courtyard to watch "Capture Zhou" and couldn't say much more.

Jiang Yixi glanced at King Wen from the corner of her eye. Her eyelids were drooped and her back was not straight. She did not have the bearing that a prince should have.

The more he pretends like this, the more problems there are.

There was a table of things on the generous table, and Xiao Cuncun pulled it with his two short arms, and most of the things on the table were taken into his pocket, including seals, paper and pens, abacus, rouge, snacks and other things.

Everyone is happy.

Prince Ping smiled and said, "That's right. If you want everything in the world, you will want it."

After dinner, it was time to watch a play. At the beginning of Shenshi, the guests went home one after another.

Jiang Yixi was extremely exhausted, so she went directly back to Fusheng Residence and lay down on bed to rest. Everyone else went to Fu'an Hall.

When there was no one in the room, Huahua got into the tent, stood on the footboard and meowed, "Mother, I also see that something is wrong with King Wen."

Jiang Yixi temporarily arranged an important task for Huahua today, which was to stand in the corner and monitor King Wen.

Jiang Yixi turned her head and said, "Oh, what's wrong?"

Huahua straightened up, put his two front paws on the edge of the bed, and meowed, "He always looks at people with his eyelids drawn, sneaky, unlike others who look openly. Others can't find out who he is looking at, but I

I can find it. Hehe, there are advantages to being short...

"In the front yard, King Wen spent the most time looking at Boss Meng. Even if he was far away, he was always looking for Boss Meng. In the inner courtyard, he would look at women everywhere with his eyelids lowered, and he would look at Aunt Yue the most.

"

Huahua's information is of little value.

They had always known that King Wen paid special attention to Meng Cimo and Jiang Yixi. King Wen had thoughts about Meng Yue, and they knew that, but they just didn't know what he wanted to do.

Jiang Yixi responded, "Oh, Huahua is capable, I got it."

The next moment, she fell into sleep.

Not seeing her mother's surprised expression and not being praised, Huahua was very frustrated and ran to Fu'anming for comfort.

In Fu'an Hall, both the old man and the old lady had sullen faces, not as happy as before.

The children and grandchildren sat stiffly, not knowing what was going on at home.

The old man glanced at his children and grandchildren, sighed and said, "I don't expect the people in this family to be completely focused on one thing. They have their own little ideas, and small conflicts are inevitable. But it's time to unite as one."

, absolutely no one is allowed to tear down his own family."

His eyes glanced towards the female family members, and the second lady raised her head guiltily.

The old man added, "There is a quarrel in front of outsiders, and outsiders helped to hold this banquet decently. This is no longer a small thought and a small contradiction. This is drawing fuel from the bottom of the cauldron and helping the enemy to attack our own people. I have always emphasized that

, only if everyone works together to run the entire government well, everyone's life will be better.

"But there are people who want to cause trouble... Mrs. Fu was hanged last year, and her two children left Beijing just two months ago. Have you forgotten this lesson? Second daughter-in-law, please go back. I will be grounded for a month and think about you."

What he did."

The old man was not polite and humiliated the second lady in public.

The second lady's face turned red, she knelt on the ground and cried, "Father, mother-in-law, my daughter-in-law is wrong, I don't dare to do it anymore..."

Several people in the second room knelt down.

The second master said shyly, "My son is not good. He didn't teach his wife well, which made his parents angry."

The old man said, "Get up. Ciyan, help your mother back."

In the past two years, he has been very satisfied with his second son and several grandchildren. It is precisely because of this satisfaction that he stayed with his second daughter-in-law. This family can no longer withstand the hardships.

The second master winked at Meng Ciyan, and Meng Ciyan supported the crying second lady and left.

The old lady also blushed. There were troubles with the housekeeper and her daughter-in-law at home, and it was her mother-in-law who failed to take care of her. She sighed, "It's also my fault. I'm not in good health, and I neglect to teach the younger generation..."

After the old man gave a long lecture, everyone had a hasty dinner and went back to their houses.

The old couple first presented a few things to Fushengju, and the second master also asked someone to send half a catty of official swallows and a stick of ginseng.

Meng Cimo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Jiang Yixi was just tired and in good health.

At the end of April, an explosive news spread in the capital. The second daughter-in-law of Zhennan Bo Zhao Hu, who was also Zhao Yuancheng's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zhao Er, was missing. The Zhennan Bo Mansion quietly searched for her for five days but still couldn't find it, so she had to report it to the official.

Mistress Zhao disappeared when she went to an embroidery shop to buy things and go to the bathroom.

As soon as this incident came out, missing persons cases that had not been taken seriously before were again taken seriously.

In the past two years, there have been eight missing cases of young women in Beijing. The missing women were all between the ages of 20 and 28. They all came from good families and were good-looking.

Second Mistress Zhao is the highest born, her husband's family is from the uncle's house, her biological father is a third-rank official, and she is also the nephew-in-law of Concubine Zhao Shu's mother's family.

They can neither see people alive nor corpses, as if they have evaporated from the world.

People in the capital were immediately panicked, and everyone in the little daughter-in-law was in danger.

While the Jingzhao Mansion stepped up its efforts to solve the case, it also worked with the Wucheng Military and Horse Division to strengthen public security in the capital.

After hearing the news, Jiang Yixi's first thought was the prince, but then she rejected it. The prince only liked old women and would not be interested in a twenty-year-old daughter-in-law. Moreover, he was in the East Palace, and it would not be easy for him to leave the palace.

It is even more difficult to get women from the private sector into the palace and to dispose of corpses.

Mrs. Meng also made requirements for her grandson-in-law. She was not allowed to go out on the street or visit the house without any reason. Even if she went out of the house, she should bring more guards and a wife with her. She could not move alone at any time, including going to the clean room.

Li Zhenbao came to Beijing hearing this rumor.

She lifted the curtain and said to Zheng Yu who was on the side of the carriage, "It must be the work of a perverted pervert. He got a handsome policeman to run around at night disguised as a young woman to seduce him."

Zheng Yu lowered her eyelids and looked at the little head sticking out of the car window. She didn't know what was in this little head. What she thought was always different, and she dared to say anything.

He responded, "That's a good idea. I'll tell him when I see Jingzhao Fu Yin." Seeing Li Zhenbao tilting his head and smiling at him, he touched his face and asked, "Am I embarrassed?"

Li Zhenbao pointed to the left side of his face and said with a smile, "Well, it's a bit dark and gray here."

Zheng Yu wiped his face clean and asked, is it clean?

After teasing an ancient man, Li Zhenbao smiled even deeper and said, "It's clean."

The little head shrinks into the small window.

After a while, a hand stretched out from the small window, and in the palm of his hand was a piece of red, trembling, and crystal clear peach blossom lotus root starch jelly, produced by the Imperial Kitchen.

It was almost noon, breakfast was early again, Zheng Yu's stomach growled twice at the right time.

Zheng Yu reached out to take it and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Later, a small hand holding a plum blossom-shaped mung bean cake stretched out, and Zheng Yu took it and ate it.
Chapter completed!