8 Chapter 8: Marquis' Mansion

"There are people who don't support their mother's family. Hearing Mu Hanzhang's words, Jing Shao felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but tease again.

Mu Hanzhang pulled his hand back, turned his head to look out the window and ignored him.

Jing Shao smiled, and simply lay down on the wide carriage, sighed and said: "I have always been inconsiderate in doing things. Jun Qing must remind me more in the future, otherwise I will lose my head sooner or later."

Mu Hanzhang was silent for a while, and when Jing Shao thought he would not speak again, he heard him respond softly. So, Jing Shao twisted like a big snake and moved to the person's side, stretched out his arms to wrap around the narrow waist, and rubbed his face against it: "Jun Qing, tell me about the situation in the Marquis' Mansion, so that I can have a response. ”

His back was stiffened by the big head behind him, so Mu Hanzhang had to turn around and tear off the person who was clinging to him. Jing Shao then consciously let go of his hand and put his head on his lap.

“…” Looking down at the guy who looked as if it was his due, Mu Hanzhang felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

There are many people in the Marquis' Mansion. Mu Hanzhang's father is the current Marquis of Beiwei. Because the old lady is still alive, there is no division of the family, and several uncles also live in the Marquis' Mansion. There are not many descendants in their family. The wife of the Marquis of Beiwei has a pair of children, and then there is this illegitimate son, and the other concubines have no children.

“Then your father is quite loyal.” Jing Shao looked up at him, just in time to see the beautiful lines of the chin and the delicate Adam's apple sliding up and down.

“Maybe…” Mu Hanzhang didn't want to say more about this topic, “The family is complicated, if you don't want to deal with it, just ignore it. "These two days he found that Jing Shao was not good at dealing with people, especially the twists and turns of the powerful, so he couldn't help but explain a few more words.

He was a prince, who could bully him? Jing Shao wanted to laugh at him for worrying too much, but the words turned into: "I know."

Soon they arrived at Beiwei Marquis's Mansion, and the two of them straightened their lapels and walked out together. Mu Hanzhang struggled with Jing Shao's hand, but he couldn't win against him, and couldn't make any big moves, so he had to let him do it.

"Your servant Mu Jin, together with everyone in Beiwei Marquis's Mansion, welcomes the prince and princess! "Beiwei Hou Mu Jin stood in the front and led everyone to kneel down and kowtow.

Originally, the new son-in-law should greet his father-in-law and mother-in-law, but if he is a member of the royal family, the Yue family should greet the new son-in-law instead.

Mu Hanzhang looked at his uncles and brothers kneeling in front of him, and he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Fortunately, Jing Shao kept holding his hand, as if telling him "Don't be afraid, I support you." In the past, he always wanted to pass the imperial examinations so that these people would look up to him. Now it seems that this goal has been achieved in a strange way. At least, now this Beiwei No one dared to bully him in the Marquis's Mansion anymore.

Feeling that person slowly return the handshake, Jing Shao's eyes showed a smile, and he loudly asked everyone to stand up, and then Beiwei Marquis led them into the mansion.

Most of Mu Jin's brothers were born out of wedlock and could not inherit the title, so the one standing next to him was his eldest son Mu Lingbao, who had been granted the title of Crown Prince two years ago.

Mu Lingbao was fair and tender, and probably because he had just passed the New Year, he looked a little fat. Mu Jin accompanied Jing Shao, and he walked beside Mu Hanzhang: "Second brother, will you go to the inner courtyard to sit with mother at the banquet later or sit with us in the front courtyard?" His expression was as arrogant and mocking as always.

"As a Crown Prince, my brother should know these etiquette better than me. "Mu Hanzhang didn't even look at him, and walked forward slowly with his airs.

Mu Lingbao looked at his clothes and demeanor, and felt so angry that he thought to himself, could this kid have accidentally fallen into a lucky nest?

Mu Jin glared at his eldest son, and said to Jing Shao with a smile: "It's still early, please go to the front hall with your Highness and me for tea, and let the princess meet his mother, and then come to the front hall to start the meal."

Jing Shao glanced at the people around him, and when he saw him nod, he slowly let go of his hand: "You are still sick, don't be too tired.

"Yes." Mu Hanzhang responded, smiled at him gently, and followed Mu Lingbao to the backyard. Zhixi, Lanting and other maids and two eunuchs also followed behind, and the grand procession was quite spectacular.

The series of actions of the two after getting off the car naturally fell into Mu Jin's eyes, and he was quite surprised to find that Mu Hanzhang was not only not angered, but was very favored. Beiweihou heaved a sigh of relief, and was more confident about finding business opportunities with the help of the prince, and the smile on his face became brighter.

"Oh, look, our princess is back." The voice was that of the talkative third aunt, and Mu Hanzhang ignored it and went straight to the main room and stood in front of the door.

"Princess, please come back, ladies and ladies, just give a half-salute." Zhixi stood beside Mu Hanzhang and said to everyone in a very impressive manner.

The aunts and cousins ​​in the room were all stunned, and then they realized that this person was already the first-rank Princess Cheng, not the unpopular bastard.

Beiweihou's wife Du smiled, stood up from the main seat, and bowed with all the female relatives: "Welcome Princess Cheng back home."

"Mother, please stand up." Mu Hanzhang stepped forward to help his stepmother up and asked others to stand up as well.

Beiweihou's wife was very satisfied with Mu Hanzhang's attitude, and took his hand and asked him to sit on the main seat with her. Mu Hanzhang looked around. Behind the wife of Beiwei Marquis stood the concubines. Three of the four concubines were there, but his biological mother was missing.

"Are you used to living in the palace?" Mrs. Du was not in a hurry to talk about his biological mother, and asked the question that the stepmother should ask in a friendly manner.

"Mother, everything is fine," Mu Hanzhang was worried, but he couldn't ask directly, as that would be disrespectful to his stepmother. "How is your health lately?"

After giving birth to her little daughter, Mrs. Du's health had not been good. She looked much thinner than the average woman, so even when she smiled, she looked a bit sharp: "Thanks to your filial piety, I am in good health, but Aunt Qiu fell ill the day before yesterday. Without her by my side, nothing I can do would be cheap."

Mu Hanzhang clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, but his face did not show it: "With mother's care, Aunt will definitely get better. The prince just asked his son to bring back some snow ginseng to nourish mother and the aunts." As he said that, he signaled the eunuch behind him to present a box of snow ginseng.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the wife of Beiwei Marquis, and she smiled and asked the maid to take over: "The Marquis has asked you to go to the front hall for the banquet at noon. It's boring for you to stay with a group of women like us. Take this opportunity to go and see Aunt Qiu."

When Mu Hanzhang left with the servants, the face of the wife of Beiwei Marquis immediately turned cold.

"Oh, this kid has become so powerful that he knows how to threaten his sister-in-law with the prince." The third wife sneered and looked at the person in the main seat flatteringly.

"There's nothing to stir up." Mrs. Du wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief and stood up lazily, "Let's go, let's prepare to start the banquet."

Jing Shao stood in the study of Beiwei Marquis with his hands behind his back, and was quite interested in a painting on the wall. The long scroll occupied half of the wall, with nine weapons painted on it, and a line of words on it: "...Nine treasures...Three swords, one is Lingbao, the second is Hanzhang, and the third is Suzhi; two daggers...named according to their postures, to inscribe their shackles."

"The prince is also a person who loves weapons, right?" Mu Jin said with a smile.

"The treasure recognizes its owner. If it is not yours, you can only enjoy it, not kill the enemy." Jing Shao turned around and looked at Bei Wei Hou with a smile.

"Your Highness is indeed a master," Mu Jin smiled, and did not continue Jing Shao's words, changing the subject, "Han Zhang has never liked weapons since he was a child, and he is also dull and awkward. If he has done something wrong, please don't bother with him."

"Jun Qing is very good." Jing Shao said lightly, and turned to look at the painting on the wall again. The Han Zhang sword in the middle was shining and colorful, as gorgeous as Danxia, ​​and was placed crosswise with the Su De sword, with the eight characters "Han Zhang Su De, Bing Jie Yuan Qing" inscribed on it.

Seeing him so calm and composed, he had been in the study for a stick of incense, and he was still practicing Tai Chi with him leisurely, without asking a word about the purpose of bringing him here, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It was rumored that the King was irritable and had little patience, but now it seemed that he was calm and composed, his eyes were as steady as a pond, and his whole body was filled with a murderous aura of decisiveness, which did not look like a young man who had not yet reached the age of twenty.

Mu Hanzhang asked Zhixi to give him some silver coins, then he dismissed the maid who led the way and walked into the courtyard of Aunt Qiu. The Marquis's Mansion was not as big as the King's Mansion. Everyone in the same room lived in one courtyard, and the concubines could only be allocated a small courtyard with two rooms. It was called a small courtyard, but the open space was just the gap between the other concubine's house.

"Qiulan, is the second young master in the backyard?" A familiar voice came from the room, with a slight cough.

"Yes, I heard he was talking to the lady." Qiulan came out with a pot of cold tea to change the water, and happened to bump into Mu Hanzhang in front of the door, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Second Young Master!"

Mu Hanzhang nodded, lifted the curtain and walked in. The situation in the room was not as bad as imagined. Aunt Qiu was leaning against the bedside embroidering. When she heard Qiulan's exclamation, she pricked her hand.

"Why are you embroidering when you are sick?" Mu Hanzhang walked over quickly.

Aunt Qiu sucked the blood from her fingertips and smiled at him foolishly: "Just can't be exposed to the wind, embroidery is fine, the second young master is well in the palace..." As she spoke, she couldn't help but shed tears.

"I'm fine, Aunt, don't worry, the prince... treats me very well..." Mu Hanzhang pursed his lips and said slowly, taking the handkerchief from Aunt Qiu's hand to wipe her tears, "He assigned me a servant guard, allowed me to go out, and never took his anger out on me."

"Really?" Aunt Qiu didn't believe it. King Cheng was famous for his bad temper.

"He is actually different from what everyone knows," Mu Hanzhang smiled when he thought of the two days of getting along, "I'm really doing well, mother..."