Top Ten Good Mothers in Quick Transmigration Chapter 947: :The cannon fodder children of the Hou family after the disappearance of their mother (fifty)


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Yin Ce doesn't care, all he cares about is his wife in the new house.

"Master, the guests are leaving one after another."

"En." Yin Ce responded, and was carried to the new house by the sedan chair, where he lay quietly, his face paler than before.

He thought of something and asked: "Have you ordered someone to deliver food to the imperial concubine?"

"Sent."

"Master, just now the two concubines from Spring Breeze Garden were going to Liangchen Garden to visit the imperial concubine, but they were stopped."

Yin Ce's eyes opened suddenly, and the phoenix eyes contained a icy coldness: "From now on, don't let those people harass the princess in front of the princess. If they don't know what is good, then there is no need to keep it." They."

His words were light and light, as if he didn't care about those two people. No one could imagine that Yin Ce, who was physically weak, would say such words.

In fact, it is understandable if you think about it.

People born in the royal family have cold blood in their bones, not everyone can keep warm.

"Yes." Xiao Wu didn't think anything was wrong.

To be honest, Xiao Wu really hates the people who come here under various names.

The euphemism is that they hope that they can spread the branches and leaves for the master, but in fact they are asking for the master's life.

The master is physically weak, sometimes seriously ill, lying in bed, unable to even crawl, not to mention having sex.

I'm afraid this **** won't come a few times, the master should die.

But those women were restless, and used vicious tricks like drugging. Once the master was unfortunately tricked. Bedridden for a month.

Later, it was the master who found a substitute to let those women settle down.

Yin Ce half-closed his eyes on the sedan chair, he thought, in a few days, those women must be disposed of first, leaving a clean backyard for Yi'er. He absolutely can't let Yi'er have an accident in his house, he has to protect her well.

In the past, he was too lazy to care about his successors, he just gave up some yards, but now that Yi'er comes in, he can't let those irrelevant women disturb Yi'er's cleanliness.

...

The sedan chair is finally at the door of the new house.

Yin Ce got off the sedan chair and stood at the door.

"Xiao Wu, you stand guard outside the door, I will call you if something happens."

"Yes."

Yin Ce slowly pushed open the door with his slender hands, walked in with his long legs.

Behind the screen, on the red carved bed, the bride is wearing a red wedding dress, with her hands folded on her knees. Her hands are small, with round nails and a faint layer of pink. The warmth when holding this little hand, and the thin calluses on the fingertips, shouldn't be what a rich lady should have. One can imagine what kind of life she has lived in the past few years.

Unfortunately, in the past few years, Yin Ce has also been walking on eggshells. Apart from ensuring her life is safe, there is no way to do anything else.

She is covered with a red hijab, making it difficult to see the emotions on her face.

Yin Ce sat down on the other side of the bed, and picked up the Xi scale beside him.

His breathing became lighter, and he slowly lifted the hijab with a scale.

When the hijab is lifted, the first thing you see is a red veil. As the red hijab is completely lifted, the girl raises her head, revealing a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows. The almond eyes are slightly round, like a pool of autumn water, crystal clear and moist .

The slender eyelash feathers trembled, and Yin Ce could clearly see his figure reflected in those eyes.

"Cousin..." The girl called softly, her voice was as sweet as an oriole, probably because she was shy and nervous, her voice was a little low, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red.


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