Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang pursed her lips and said nothing.

She couldn't respond to his madness and passion. Just because she accepted him now, it didn't mean she could guarantee that she would accept him for the rest of her life. Who are those who can make guarantees? They are probably a group of gods.

She really wanted to say something: Brother, can you lower your demands? Maybe today the two of them can do it, and he won't have to hold it back in the future. It would be great to have the best of both worlds.

Jiaoyang and Niutoulian separated, and the other reluctantly rubbed her neck before leaving. In just a short while, the stickiness on her body was already exposed.

Jiaoyang returned to the prime minister's house. Logically speaking, the prime minister had just died not long ago, and his brother should be a filial piety to his father. However, this marriage was given suddenly, perhaps for the purpose of bringing happiness to the prime minister's house, and the date was set in a hurry. The wedding was finally scheduled for three months. Now that seven days have passed, everyone is busy preparing for the wedding after March. Things are being moved out box by box, ready to be sent out.

She walked over and looked at the large, full boxes in front of the hall. She slowly brushed them with her fingers and her eyes were dark.

The Prime Minister's wife was taking stock of the gold and silver, counting the jewelry, and was wearing plain clothes. When she saw Jiaoyang's figure, she walked over with a sarcastic look on her lips, acting like the mistress of the Prime Minister's house.

"Who do I think you are? Why, after seeing your brother, are you jealous, jealous and unwilling? Don't think that I don't know what plans you have in mind when you stay with Yu Zhi all these years. Let me tell you, What's not yours is never yours. You are just a son born from a concubine. It should belong to your brother. You will never get a cent in this life!

Don't think that just because you have confused Yu Zhi, you can do whatever you want in the Prime Minister's Mansion! The master has just passed away not long ago, so I will take care of everything. You can never get a share of what the master left behind! Yu Zhi and you are like the same heaven and earth. My son married the daughter of the Taifu, unlike you. I wonder which girl from a wealthy family in the capital would like you! Hurry up and find a way to move out. Just think of it as a way out for yourself. It's really bad luck. "

Mrs. Xiang flicked her sleeves and turned to leave.

Just as she took a step forward, Jiaoyang suddenly appeared in front of her, slowly coming towards her, with the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, and her eyes looking at her thoughtfully.

"What are you talking about, mother." She shouted deliberately to disgust her.

After all, it was a woman who lived in the house. She really thought that she had made it through, had the power in her hands, and could continue to be the old lady of the prime minister's house. What did she think her son would do for food? Sheng Yu knew that filial piety must be filial, but he was definitely not a foolish filial piety, let alone a weak person. He had been tolerant to her in the past, but now it is absolutely impossible for the Prime Minister to control most of the rights of the people in the house. , not even a little bit stained.

Even though the prime minister was pregnant with his mother for ten months, and even though his brother was her only son, this was a powerful family. But after all, it was his mother, and even if his brother saw all the evil things Mrs. Xiang did on a daily basis, he would never kill her.

If Mrs. Xiang continues to seek death, the most she can do is be grounded for a few years, and the most she can be sent to a temple to become a nun. My elder brother is usually a down-to-earth person, but he also has a good reputation for being selfless. He is the true minister of the Xiao Kingdom and the pillar of the court in the future. Everyone will praise him when he hears it. He can really do such a thing.

However, the matter of matricide cannot be carried out by my brother, a real son, but not necessarily by her, a false son. The grievances between her and Mrs. Xiang over the years, she hated her mother-in-law for robbing her husband, she hated herself for robbing her son, and she attributed the growing distance between her brother and her to herself. It had already reached the point where A life-or-death situation.

To be honest, Jiaoyang had not planned to kill Mrs. Xiang at first. After all, her mother-in-law did not steal his husband. However, she admitted that the reason why her brother was becoming more and more distant from his mother was because Mrs. Xiang was acting as a demon herself. , of course it is true that she has stirred up dissension from the sidelines in recent years.

But now, the situation is different. Whatever the outcome, I can't blame her. Who asked her to force her brother to marry that day?

Now that the prime minister is gone, times have changed. Even if her brother marries a wife, it doesn't mean he won't listen to her. She thinks, will anyone be able to protect her?

Jiaoyang smiled and approached her step by step, "Whatever mother said, no matter how bad Jiaoyang is, he is still a serious young master in the Prime Minister's Mansion. His father's biological son must have my share." I want to go out, but as you just said, if any decent girl out there is willing to marry me, how do you want me to go out? And even if I want to leave, will your son be willing? "

Mrs. Xiang's eyes widened, and she could clearly see the malicious intent in Jiaoyang's eyes, which directly made her feel in danger. Moreover, the person in front of her was a young man, and she had no advantage in terms of status or physical strength.

Mrs. Xiang backed away in fear, opened her eyes wide, and shouted in a panic: "Why don't you go up and stop him!"

Several servants were stunned, but before they could react, Jiaoyang said with a smile: "You must think about it. Offending a first-rank official of the imperial court will be a serious crime against the Nine Clan."

As soon as these words came out, no one dared to come forward.

How could they forget that although Master Sheng Qi was a concubine, his status in the court was already beyond anyone's reach.

Jiaoyang raised her chin in a good mood: It's fun to bully others by pretending to be powerful, and she hasn't even shown off the jade pendant and death-free gold medal with her paralyzed face! Each and every one of them was frightened like this, it’s really rubbish!

"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of?" Mrs. Xiang's face turned red with anger. A mere bastard has rebelled!

"But an official with only a name, how could he act so wildly if he didn't do it for the Prime Minister's sake!"

Several people still refused to move. The maid next to Mrs. Xiang loyally protected the master and came to Jiaoyang. Before she could shout, she was slapped to the ground and vomited blood.

The Prime Minister was frightened, angry and angry. She came to Jiao Yang shouting hysterically and tried to slap her, but Jiao Yang easily grabbed her wrist and raised the corners of her mouth in a bad way: "Just a Prime Minister, nothing more than that. Today, let the son teach his mother how to position herself correctly, be humble and be a good person."

"You!" Mrs. Xiang was so angry that her heart was burning, her hair was disheveled, and she tried to struggle, but instead tripped herself to the ground.

She grabbed Jiaoyang's hand and was about to bite it hard when Sheng Yuzhi opened the bead curtain and walked in. He was wearing an official robe and his eyes were cold when he saw the scene inside.

"Everyone stop it!"