Everyone has their own plans

Xiahou Zhe returned to Prince Min's mansion with a frustrated anger. He felt uneasy and could not relieve his depression, so he walked into the house of Concubine Ji. After more than an hour of trouble, he returned to his study and sleeping room.

This trouble fell into the ears of other concubines, and several other Westerners were holding their hearts, and they couldn't sleep alone.

Xiahou Zhe asked someone to drink, and then listened to his confidant's report and sneered: "After all, in addition to being dormant, a group of timid bandits are willing to be just a little rat."

He smashed a luminous cup to the ground with some anger.

The person kneeling on the ground did not dare to say anything.

Xiahou Zhe said: "The person who intercepted Cui Changxiao and sent another wave to stop him from returning to Beijing easily."

"Yes." The subordinate responded and said, "Lord, Lao Quan has been saying something. Bai Shi doesn't think so, but wants it?"

Xiahou Zhe's face turned green: "How dare she betray me?"

"It's not that, just watching the children there sway, and they seem to be being monitored, they may be exposed. Lao Quan asks his master to show his advice." The woman, after becoming a mother, she has a weakness. After all, she crawled out of herself and no one can bear to let it go.

Xiahou Zhe shook his head: "Let Bai be peaceful and just win over Song Zhiqing's idiot. As for the old woman, they don't have to worry about it."

"yes."

"It's useful to keep Bai's family. Don't touch her for the time being. If you really dare to betray her, then I'll deal with it. Maybe you can use her death to mess up the mansion."

The subordinates felt a little cold in their hearts and respectfully called it.

Xiahou Zhe asked him to retreat, paused and called him: "Go and arrange two dough mouths to guard the small courtyard in the west of the city."

My subordinate was stunned. Isn’t that where Mr. Jun lives?

"What? Is it difficult?"

"Master, where is Mr. Jun?"

Xiahou Zhe glanced at him: "After all, sir is old, sometimes he can't help but be confused. I have to see who he has met. I am concerned about Mr.'s daily life, so he can't have any trouble."

My subordinates dare not say more and take their lives.

Xiahou Zhe pursed his lips, his face looking a little ugly.

But he didn't know that at this time, the old man's chess table was removed from the small courtyard in the west of the city, and two or three men in black robe were added beside him.

"The little lord is old and is disobedient. He thinks that we old men are useless and are afraid of death." The old man said with a faint smile.

The man in black robe frowned and said, "The lord is doing things more and more randomly, just like the matter of the Song Mansion. It can be summarized in a stupid word. It cannot hurt the other person's muscles and bones, and it will be revealed. What's the point? To put it bluntly, even if Mrs. Song is gone, and if Song Xiang needs Ding You, he can completely lose his love. Lord, his tricks he made several times have not been damaged except for the fine work he had finally put in. If the lord has been acting so confused, I am afraid that we will do useless work for many years."

The old man slid the rosewood rosary in his hand and said, "Look at it again, his nobleman has more than one of his remains."

The man in black robe said, "Sir, who is the prince's mansion? He is always a woman."

The old man glanced at Yi lightly and smiled, "She is more noble than the lord. After all, she was born by the princess's legitimate cousin, not a lowly concubine. If you are lucky enough to give birth to a young master, it would be better to be taught by us personally. Even if you can't give birth, isn't there a ready-made one in the mansion?"

Everyone looked at each other and understood the potential meaning of this sentence.

Little master, better control.

The lord now has no rules of conduct, just based on his heart, and is crazy, looking like he lacks IQ.

After all, I have been used to being smooth sailing over the years. I don’t know how much they have prepared and how many messes they have cleaned up, alas.
Chapter completed!