"Princess, I was a death row prisoner in the Sky Prison at that time, and Qingyu was chosen by my family and given to me..." Although he wanted to explain Qingyu to Yu Xiaoxiao, facing Yu Xiaoxiao, Gu Xinglang couldn't say the word "leave a successor" no matter how many times he tried.
"Leave a descendant?" Yu Xiaoxiao spoke for Gu Xinglang.
Gu Xinglang nodded.
"Actually, a woman can't get pregnant just because she wants to," Yu Xiaoxiao told Gu Xinglang about this medical issue very seriously, "It depends on whether Qingyu is in her ovulation period at the time, and it also depends on your..."
"What are you arranging?" Gu Xinglang interrupted Yu Xiaoxiao and asked.
"You can have a baby just by going to bed?" Yu Xiaoxiao frowned. They don't even know the ovulation period. What do the humans in this world know?
Gu Xinglang subconsciously asked: "Then what else is there to do?" After asking this question, Gu Xinglang regretted it.
Just when Yu Xiaoxiao wanted to have a good talk with Gu Xinglang about childbirth, Xiao Wei asked outside the car window: "Princess, are we going to Dashiqiao?"
"Yeah." Yu Xiaoxiao's attention was immediately drawn to food again. She said to Xiao Wei, "Let's go to the snack stand you told me about. I'll treat you guys to a meal."
Xiao Wei smiled and thanked Yu Xiaoxiao.
Xiaozhuang was not in such a good mood as Xiaowei, and whispered to his brother: "What if the building collapses?"
Xiao Wei rolled his eyes at Xiao Zhuang and said directly, "We are all gone, so why should we care whether the building collapses or not?"
Xiaozhuang touched his nose. Since no one cared, what else could he think about? He thought about what to eat later. Wang Po's stall at Dashiqiao had a lot of snacks.
Yu Xiaoxiao asked Gu Xinglang in the car at this time: "Who is the neighbor next door to the winery?"
Gu Xinglang said with disdain: "It's the Zhao Mansion."
Yu Xiaoxiao tilted her head, moved her ear closer to Gu Xinglang's mouth, and said, "Who?"
"Xiangguo Mansion," Gu Xinglang said, "Doesn't the princess know?"
Yu Xiao: "Zhao Qiuming?"
Gu Xinglang nodded and said, "There is only one Prime Minister in our dynasty, Princess."
Yu Xiaoxiao felt it was a pity. If she had known that the mansion was Zhao Qiu Ming’s home, she should have set it on fire.
Lord Zhao, who had escaped a fire, was standing in front of Jing Mo. He looked relatively calm, but his speech was not very clear.
The guards pulled the man sitting in the carriage out from under a pile of large wooden boards. His face was covered in blood, but he was still alive. After the wooden board pressing on his chest was removed, he could breathe freely and even groan a few times.
The two aides who came with Jing Mo used the light of the torch to see the man's appearance clearly, and then turned back to look at Jing Mo at the same time. They all knew this man. He was the aide to the Third Prince Jing Qian, and the one Jing Qian relied on the most.
Jing Mo glanced at the gold, silver and jewelry scattered on the ground. These things were obviously gifts that Zhao Qiu Ming wanted to give to his third brother. It seemed that the gifts were no less than what Zhao Qiu Ming gave him this time. "Guest?" Jing Mo asked Zhao Qiu Ming knowingly.
Zhao Qiu Ming was caught red-handed and had no way of denying it.
Jing Mo flicked his sleeves and turned away.
Zhao Qiu Ming chased Jing Mo for a few steps, and said with a forced smile on his face: "Your Highness, the Third Prince sent someone here, and I can't avoid seeing him, so I hope Your Highness will forgive me."
Jing Mo said, "It's getting late, Prime Minister Zhao, let's talk tomorrow."
Zhao Qiu Ming agreed reluctantly.
Two guards carried Jing Qian's staff, and several other guards carried the gifts that Zhao Qiu Ming gave to the third prince, and they walked towards Deyi Winery together.
Zhao Qiu Ming watched the group of people walk past him and didn't dare to say another word to Jing Mo.
After Jing Mo and his group left, Prime Minister Zhao stood in front of the smashed carriage in a daze. How could a wooden platform suddenly fly out? Fortunately, it hit the carriage? Zhao Qiuming turned his head and looked at the high courtyard wall of the winery. Who is going against him? !
Two servants from the Zhao residence carried the driver out, and the housekeeper ran up to Zhao Qiu Ming and asked, "Prime Minister, who is this driver?"
Zhao Qiu Ming glanced at the driver, who also had a bloody face. This driver was brought by Jing Qian's staff. He couldn't help but ask about the life and death of this Japanese killer. He whispered, "Get a doctor for him."
The steward received the order, took two servants, and carried the coachman to the prime minister's residence.
It couldn't be a coincidence. Zhao Qiuming looked at the high wall in front of him and thought, this must be someone who has been targeted by Jing Qian since he entered the capital. Who is this person? Is it Jing Mo, or the group of people who are against him in the court? The wooden platform is large and heavy, and it may not be possible for a dozen men to lift it. The person who threw the wooden platform must be a master with extraordinary martial arts skills, and he is hiding in Deyi Winery. Zhao Qiuming's brain worked quickly, and he soon determined that this must be the mastermind of Jing Mo. It doesn't matter whether he is a martial arts expert or not. The important thing is that he wants to hide in Deyi Winery. Without Jing Mo's permission, this is impossible.
"Father?" Zhao Beicheng, who had been following behind Zhao Qiu Ming without saying a word, finally couldn't help but ask after he followed Zhao Qiu Ming through the alley from beginning to end.
"The next thing will be difficult," Zhao Qiu Ming sighed softly, "Jing Mo and Jing Qian are rivals in the fight for the throne. I originally wanted to please both sides, but now it seems impossible."
Zhao Beicheng said: "Then choose one."
Zhao Qiu Ming smiled bitterly. Now he wanted to choose, but would Jing Mo be willing?
In Deyi Winery, after Jing Mo entered the house, his nonchalant face suddenly turned gloomy. He kicked over the table and said, "What a Zhao Qiuming, playing the trick of one servant and two masters with me. Are you taking me for a fool?!"
The two aides saw Jing Mo getting angry and stood aside without daring to say a word.
Jing Mo walked back and forth in the room at a brisk pace for a few times before he gradually calmed down, sat down on the armchair, and sneered, "Old Third is really haunting us."
A guard stood outside the door and said, "Master, Zhao Qiu Ming's men have taken the driver back to the Prime Minister's residence. According to Zhao Qiu Ming, they want to treat him."
"Got it," Jing Mo responded to the guard.
After the guards left, the room was silent for a long time before Jing Mo spoke up, "That driver is also the Third Brother's man. It seems Zhao Qiu Ming doesn't want to offend the Third Brother."
An aide stepped forward and said, "Master, Zhao Qiuming just wants to please both sides. He certainly doesn't want to offend you."
"What use do I have for a fence-sitter like this?" Jing Mo said coldly.
"Master," another aide stepped forward and said, "Zhao is in power in Fengtian after all, it would be a pity to abandon him."
Jing Mo's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he whispered: "Yes, it's a pity to abandon it, so we have to put a leash on this dog."
The two aides hurriedly asked, "What does the master mean?"
"Yu Ziming was born to Concubine Zhao," Jing Mo said coldly to his two aides, "Since Zhao has too many thoughts, I will take this Sixth Prince to the Sun Executioner."
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