One Hundred and Forty-Two: Mr. Wang, You Are so Dangerous (3)

Such a fingernail-sized box contains not only the purified and ground powder of the previous medicinal materials, but also other strong spices that invigorate the blood, which will dry out the mouth, heat up the skin, and produce hallucinations. The effect is equivalent to the legendary strong spice. Cui love medicine.

Tsk tsk, although the technology of this era is not very good, this kind of derivative products related to reproduction has developed quite well.

Wiping off some of the powder with a handkerchief, Jiang Pengji closed the box again, "Just this one?"

Seeing her normal complexion and clear eyes, the old housekeeper couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the servant boy's reply, his old face was ashamed, "Of course there are more than that, there are also some other... very absurd and low-level things, but in order not to pollute the gentleman's eyes and ears, and also in order not to scare the snake, so I didn't use it. Those come out, too."

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows, and guessed what the old housekeeper was talking about "absurd and lowly stuff", it was probably a little prop.

Don't think that she doesn't know anything because she has been single for many years.

"You should mention this matter to your father, he should know how to do it. That Meng Yi is not a good person, who knows what good intentions he has in bringing these things into Liu's residence?" Said Jiang Pengji received the box In his own purse.

The old housekeeper wanted to reach out to take the thing, but he froze halfway: "..."

Because Meng Ting is the "son" of his stepwife, and he entered the mansion as his stepwife's niece, it is logical for him to accompany his stepwife to eat in the name of "filial piety". Looking at the mature woman sitting on the top and eating elegantly, her mouth suddenly became parched.

This is his father's former concubine wife, and even his nominal "biological mother". The dual taboo identities made him feel very excited. Just thinking about it makes him feel ready to move, but this is Liu's mansion, so he dare not reveal it rash.

Compared with forcing, he prefers to push and give, which is more interesting.

He couldn't help but smile when he thought of the mistress of the Liu Mansion becoming his woman when no one knew about it.

The step-wife sat at the top, looking coldly at the delicate "lady" who lowered her head slightly, and her heart felt tired.

"What are you thinking about, so happy?"

She put down her chopsticks, seeing such a responsive person, it would be strange if she could have a good appetite.

Meng Ting suddenly came back to his senses, put away the little thoughts in his heart, and said respectfully, "When my son was in the Meng Mansion, I always thought about reuniting with my mother, looking forward to it day and night, but I didn't expect this dream to come true now. I couldn't help but be happy for a while...I made my mother laugh."

Tsk, this mouth is as eloquent as his father's, but who doesn't know the color of his stomach?

The step-wife was quite disgusted, but on the surface she still maintained a lukewarm attitude, "It's really hard for you."

"My mother is in good health now, and my son doesn't feel any pain no matter how much he suffers. It's all worth it."

If it is a mother and child with a normal relationship, when a mother hears such words, even if she is not moved, she will be greatly relieved. However, when she thinks of the child she gave birth to through hard work, the son with the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows was born by the concubine in front of her. With her status, she enjoyed the generous treatment of the first son of the Meng family, while her son was killed by that bitch alone, and he didn't even have a name after his death.

Whenever I think of these things, my step-wife feels a flame of hatred blazing in her heart.

It drove her sanity to the verge of collapse.

In a bad mood, the step-wife just found an excuse and sent Meng Bing away. He was still wearing the fake skin of a dutiful son, so naturally he didn't dare to disobey him.

However, Meng Ting didn't dare to get angry at his stepwife, couldn't he still vent the suffocation in his stomach on the young servant beside him?

That boy is loved by Meng Ting, and he is still alive and well, so there is naturally a way to appease Meng Ting.

"It's my honor for you to beat and scold me." The boy was slapped a few times, his cheeks became red and swollen quickly, and his skin was thinner and whiter, and the two slap marks were very obvious, "However If others see it and cause them to misunderstand Mr. Lang, isn’t it the slave’s fault? Calm down, and when you enter the house, Mr. Lang can reprimand you as much as you want, and your hands will hurt.”

Meng Ting snorted angrily, entered the room, sat down, and gulped down two cups of tea. r />

The boy knew Meng Ting all too well, once he showed such a gesture, he must have suffered from someone.

"Hmph, what a cold-hearted woman, no wonder Dad hated her so much."

Thinking of his step-wife's perfunctory attitude all the time, Meng Ting couldn't help but hold his breath in his heart. He had never been so filial to his own mother. It was a shame that that woman still picked on Joe and dismissed him hastily just now.

The servant rolled his eyes and said, "Don't be angry, sir, you were raised by the master since you were a child, it is right for her not to be close to you."

"Then what else do you think I can do? She has been on guard against me all the time, and she didn't see her drinking the porridge she sent...and didn't let me get close..."

The servant thought for a while and said, "Yi Nu sees that Mr. Lang can be a little more devious. She fell out of favor shortly after giving birth to her youngest son, and later remarried Liu Zhongqing. She cared so much for Liu Zhongqing's second son. It may be because of empathy. She still has mother-child friendship in her heart. How about this, if Lang Jun gets closer to that Liu Langjun and makes friends with him, that lady's attitude will naturally soften."

Meng Ting raised his head and looked at the servant suspiciously, "You dog-headed military adviser, is this suggestion feasible?"

The servant breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Lang, will you know if you try it? If this method fails, it's not too late for you to settle accounts with slaves. You are the 'son' of that lady. No matter how cold she looks on the surface, in her heart It is also for you. What's more, that Liu Langjun is the son of Liu Zhongqing's first wife, if that wife gives birth to a son in the future, wouldn't her child be inferior to Mr. Liu?"

Seeing that Meng Ting's expression was slightly loosened, he fanned the flames again, "In other words, don't look at how kind that lady is to Liu Langjun now, she doesn't know how disgusted she is. And no matter how close you are to her, what will happen? They are the 'mother and son' who break the bones and connect the tendons."

Meng Ting thought about it for a while, and felt that it made some sense.

"Try this for now, if it doesn't work, it's a bad idea, be careful with your skin."

The boy smiled flatteringly on his face, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He thought he was causing trouble, but he didn't know that he happened to fall into Jiang Pengji's arms. She had already dug several holes and waited for Meng Ting to jump. She would definitely squeeze out all his remaining value and let him Died quietly.

That night, three or two figures sneaked into the farm.

One of them saw the neatly stacked objects in the corner of the kitchen and went forward to check them. There were several beddings, some clothes to keep out the cold, and some medicinal materials for treating wind and cold and healing wounds. He couldn't help being surprised, "Captain, this... "(To be continued.)