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Chapter 29 Blind Mother-in-law

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Under the night, the strong wind howled, and the rows of roof eaves were like white light passing through the gaps, disappearing behind them in the blink of an eye. Top 23S.

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"Humph, I don't know how to be afraid!"

Sang Ye held the collar of Wu Ming's neck and saw him looking around like a curious baby. He suddenly increased his speed and his eyes were filled with tears due to the strong wind.

"My little girl is quite vengeful!"

Wu Ming's eyes were burning and painful for a while, he screamed as if he was scared out of his wits, and he hugged Sang Ye's exquisite body like an octopus.

Not to mention, although the mulberry leaves are cold, when you hold them in your hands, they will feel warm, soft and smooth!

"You brat, you're so brave, aren't you?"

Sang Ye felt a pair of strange hands sweep under his armpits, and his hair suddenly stood up, and his delicate body almost collapsed.

In shame and anger, he wanted to throw Wu Ming away, but he was afraid of being thrown out, so he couldn't explain it, so he immediately pinched Wu Ming's neck muscles!

"It hurts, it hurts, sister Ye Zi, be gentle!"

Wu Ming suddenly felt sore all over and did not dare to take advantage anymore.

"Humph, who is your sister? Don't ask for relatives randomly. If you don't tell the truth when you get to the patrol room of the Criminal Department, you will suffer a lot!"

Sang Ye hummed proudly and threatened.

"Oh, sister, I'm a coward, don't scare me! Besides, when did the Ministry of Punishments investigate a case and indiscriminately incriminate the victim?"

Wu Ming patted his chest and shrank his neck in feigning fear.

"I know a lot, but have you forgotten that the Criminal Department belongs to my sister, so it's not me who has the final say?"

Sang Ye couldn't help laughing and chuckled.

Without realizing it, between the lines, I already recognized Wu Ming’s title!

"Hey, we are all a family. Even if we get to the Criminal Department, won't the elder sister still protect the younger brother?"

Wu Ming said with a shy face.

"Humph, who is a family member to you? A brat is as big as a brat, don't think about those who have something and don't have one!"

Sang Ye spoke with shame and anger, and pinched Wu Ming hard.

"It's unfair, sister, where are you thinking? I'm only thirteen years old! Are you going to do this too?"

Wu Ming clearly saw that the pink neck of the mulberry leaf turned red. It was obvious that the girl had misunderstood. He felt the strength of the jade hand on the back of her neck increase, and quickly begged for mercy, "Sister, be gentle, be gentle, I said we are a family, it turns out that we are a family."

I thought you were Uncle Fu’s daughter that he left behind!”

"You bastard brat, you deserve a beating! Which of your eyes can see the similarities between me and that ungrateful old man?"

Sang Ye froze, screamed fiercely, and Wu Ming was slapped hard on the butt twice. The pain made him grin at the corner of his mouth and he couldn't avoid it.

Although he was being beaten, Wu Ming was not angry because his guess was correct.

Ever since Wu Fu asked that question, Wu Ming had a strange thought floating in his mind. Could it be that this old guy's old lover came to visit him?

Otherwise, there wouldn't be a silver hunter girl whom he has never met who keeps targeting him!

Obviously, they were not targeting him, but the loyal Wu Fu!

After figuring out the joints, the contradiction inevitably amplified. Wu Ming was not ambiguous and expressed his willingness to go with Sang Ye.

Only then did the "embarrassing" scene of being carried away by Sang Ye along the way!

Judging from Sang Ye's behavior, it was obvious that he didn't really mean to harm him, but just wanted him to suffer!

"Stop, stop, stop, it's over, don't you know whether men and women are intimate or not?"

Wu Ming really suffered from being spanked. This was too damaging to his glorious image, so he quickly begged for mercy.

"You little brat, you have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth!"

Sang Yeyu's hand stopped for a moment, and finally landed on the back of Wu Ming's head, neither lightly nor heavily, and her beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she scanned the surrounding area.

"Sister Ye Zi, where are we going? Are we going to see Uncle Fu's old sweetheart?"

Wu Ming said with a playful smile.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You can only talk about your elders' affairs? How can you be an old friend? If your aunt hears it, be careful with your mouth!"

Sang Ye turned his head away with a guilty conscience, his heart was like a deer, and he secretly cursed, "What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this kid can see through my mind?"

"Hurry up then, Sister Ye Zi, don't let her wait in a hurry!"

Wu Mingzheng was worried that he had no supporter.

The great supporter of Wu Fu's generation is something you can't find even with a lantern!

"snort!"

Sang Ye grabbed Wu Ming angrily, wondering what had happened to him. Where had his previous calmness gone? How could he be swayed away by Wu Ming in just a few words?

Although he was worried, he was not slow in his approach. He used his body skills to sweep across several long streets and arrived in front of a quiet garden.

Before Wu Ming could see the boundary clearly, he went straight over the courtyard wall and entered the depths of the garden.

Although it was already midnight, far away, Wu Ming saw a house with lights on, and a vague figure sitting alone under the light, a lonely figure!

"Be careful and don't talk nonsense, my aunt has a bad temper!"

Something went wrong, Sang Ye couldn't help but remind him.

Before she finished speaking, she felt a little regretful!

"Humph, Ye Yatou, it is in vain that I have loved you so much for so many years, and you actually said bad things about me to a young boy I just met?"

Although they were dozens of steps apart, the people in the room heard the words clearly, and there was no hint of age in the same cold voice.

"Isn't she great-aunt? Could it be that~"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart. Before he came closer, he respectfully gathered up his clothes.

"Auntie, I~I'm just~"

Mulberry Ye's pink neck turned red due to anxiety, and she didn't know how to explain it for a while.

"Okay, come in! I don't know you girl yet!"

The person inside was not angry, but instead called out with affection.

"I came to Wu Ming as a junior, and I met my predecessor~ uh, I met my sister!"

Wu Ming bowed respectfully, and when he looked up, he found a beautiful woman in her thirties who was sewing something under the lamp. The words came to her lips.

"Gee, you are a little kid, but I didn't expect that that old piece of wood could teach such a ghost like you!"

The beautiful woman was happy, not angry, and waved to Wu Ming kindly.

Sang Ye was dumbfounded and couldn't understand why her aunt, who was called the Golden-faced Rakshasa, was not angry when a junior called her sister!

"What are you doing standing there and not pouring tea?"

The beautiful woman glanced at Sang Ye, pulled Wu Ming over in a familiar manner, looked him up and down and said with a smile, "My surname is Sang, which means Jingjing. I am an old acquaintance of your old immortal Fu Bo. You can call me Sang."

Mother-in-law!"

"You are so young, how can you call me mother-in-law? You can't call me sister, just call me Aunt Jing!"

Wu Ming pretended to be good with a shy face, but suddenly discovered that Granny Sang's eyes were completely white and had no pupils.

His eyes glanced at the mended clothes on the table, but they were stitched tightly and not messy at all!

"How is that okay? You call me aunt, and I call you aunt. Aren't you a generation older than me?"

The mulberry leaves that were being poured into the tea stopped drying immediately.

She was originally a sweetheart, but when Wu Ming came here, she immediately became the girl who brings tea and water!

If you want to accept this title again, you will have to fall for a lifetime. Is that okay?

"Sister Ye Zi, everyone calls their own, hehe!"

Wu Ming made a 'grimace' at Sang Ye, trying his best to play the role of a clever young man.

This is an expert of Wu Fu's generation. According to his speculation, it is not 90% but 10% that he can still remain young at this age.

"Little Guitou, it's up to you!"

Grandma Sang didn't seem to notice Wu Ming's abnormality. She bit off the needle and thread like an ordinary woman, put the clothes on her shoulders, and took measurements bit by bit.

"Is this~ made for me?"

Only then did Wu Ming realize that the brocade clothes fitted him surprisingly well!

"Auntie, why do you have to worry about such a small thing? You can just buy one?"

Mulberry leaves have some flavor.

"Are you bothering me? Girl Ye, are you saying I'm old?"

Grandma Sang nodded with satisfaction and said without raising her head.

"Hey, Aunt Jing is not old at all. We will walk on the street together. People will believe us if we say we are siblings!"

Wu Ming flattered him again and again, and gave Mulberry a proud look without any trace of trace.

This little girl tormented him a lot along the way.

If you want to find him, just tell him clearly that he has to engage in such a big battle, and it's like arresting him!

"Hmph, drink your tea and don't burn yourself to death!"

Sang Ye pushed the teacup over in dissatisfaction, deliberately spilling a few drops of hot tea.

"Wow, Sister Ye Ye is so good at craftsmanship. Anyone who marries you will have accumulated eight lifetimes of virtue!"

The hot water fell on the back of his hand. Wu Ming didn't notice it. He took a sip of tea and exaggeratedly praised it.

"Sister like you, you don't have any good skills. You have been fighting and killing since you were a child. You don't know which boy you will harm in the future!"

Grandma Sang unceremoniously exposed the shortcomings.

"Auntie!"

Sang Ye stomped her feet and squealed, hiding her face and leaving the house, but froze when she opened the door.

"Okay, we can't wait for just a moment, if we delay any longer, they will break in!"

Grandma Sang seemed to be aware of it, and she calmly sorted out several packages, which were all filled with clothes.

"Old sister is joking. Even if Mu Chun waits until dawn, he will still wait when he should!"

Wu Ming's expression froze when he heard a voice outside the house. It was Mu Chun, an old eunuch!

"Huh, I'm not sorry that you, the imperial steward, have waited too long, but I still have to thank you for sending this child back."

Grandma Sang handed the package to Wu Ming, patted her shoulder, and waved forward.

Wu Ming felt his baggage sinking, and at some point, a gold medal the size of a thumb suddenly appeared on it.

The gold medal was not big, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, which made his steps become a little heavier.

"The elders give it to me, but the younger generation is ashamed to receive it!"

After giving a solemn salute, Wu Ming strode to the door, but suddenly realized.

Under the night, Mu Chun, the high-ranking eunuch, had a slightly curved waist, and his expression was even more respectful!

"Let's go!"

Mu Chun didn't say much, nor did he mean to help Wu Ming get the package. He just looked at the gold medal with complicated eyes and left first.

"Mu Chun, tell those arrogant people not to think that they can be bullied as long as the Wu family is left alone, old and young!"

The cold voice was no more than a thunder in the night, and the originally light dark clouds seemed to be blown away, revealing half of the moon.

Mu Chun's heart trembled when he heard this, and he turned around again and bowed slightly.

Wu Ming's heart felt warm after hearing this, and he also bowed deeply.

In the precarious capital, surrounded by tigers and wolves, someone finally stepped forward to help in an upright manner!

Wu Ming remembered this kindness!

"Auntie, if you do this, you will offend a lot of people! Why don't you protect me secretly?"

Sang Ye's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion and a trace of worry.

"Huh, our surname is Sang, we are not conscience-stricken! How dare you plot against that evil creature? You don't know how to live or die!"

In a trance, the lights reflected Grandma Sang's peerless appearance, and her voice was sonorous and majestic in its cold voice!


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