Prince, kneel down quickly, the lady can't run away

Chapter 141 Madam Wen passes away

"What's wrong? You've been absent-minded since the middle of the meal? Are you feeling unwell?" Wen Xi asked in the car

"It's okay, I guess I'm just holding on." Wen Jiu smiled, his eyes were like crescent moons, very lovable

Wen Xi knew that she had something wrong, but she didn't tell him, so he didn't ask.

Wen Xi sent her to the yard and left. Then Wen Jiu whispered a few words in Xuan Ling's ear and Xuan Ling went out.

Wen Xi called Qing Liu over here, "Go and check the matter between Chu Tunan and his husband Yan Xiu, no matter how big or small it is."

"Yes"

What on earth made Jiuer so absent-minded?

Two days later, Xuan Ling wrote a letter and handed it to Wen Jiu, "Miss has sent a letter."

Wen Jiu opened the box and took a look, her eyes narrowed, "No such person?" Then she threw it into the stove. Ha, she didn't believe that a smart woman like Chu Tunan would not check the person named Yan Xiu. What was she hiding?

It seems that Beijing should open up more industries. She originally thought that the money was not small, but she thought that he still had a lot of money left. Although she couldn't cook, she had eaten a lot of food.

He gave a dozen blueprints to Xuan Ling and a few others to Xuan Xing, "Go and mass-produce these things for me. After the experiments are done, give them to Xuan Ying and have him open a shop in the capital."

"Miss?" Xuan Xing didn't know that her master had been busy with these things day and night these days, but wasn't it a bit of a waste of talent to let the owner of the manor come out and open a shop?

"What is this? A hat?" Xuan Ling asked

"This is called a copper pot. When the weather is cold, a few friends can get together to drink some boiled wine and eat some hot pot meat. Don't you think it would be so cool?" Wen Jiu said while hugging them both.

"Miss, what are these? Why are there dishes? How do you cut them? How do you arrange them? Is there any particular way to do this?"

"I can't go because the business is closed at that time. I might as well write it all down at once. As for the base material, I have written down the general method. When the time comes, I will try it myself and then give it to him to study. And this..."

"Miss, have some tea." Xuan Ling quickly brought a cup of tea over.

"Okay, that's all. Go quickly and tell Xuan Ying to hurry up and open the shop before the end of the year. If that doesn't work, we can open it after the New Year. The design drawings are also included. Ask Xuan Ying to find a way to transfer the shop openly and have him show up as little as possible. It would be best if you could recommend someone to be the owner."

When Xuan Ying got the information and drawings, he understood his master's intention. He was afraid that someone would investigate, so he pushed out one person and let Mo Wen go. Even if he had great ability, he could only find out that it was related to Biluo Villa, but not to his master.

The boss said that he would try to open the shop as soon as possible. Time is running out. He had to increase the number of staff and fight hard. He was busy all day long.

"Master, this is too far-fetched. Come on..."

"Don't ask, there won't be a next time"

"Yes." Mo Wen was so scared that he dared not say anything more, but there was really not enough time. However, seeing the owner of the manor working so hard, shouldn't he try to persuade him? Well, it turned out that he was not qualified to persuade him.

"I must open the business in front of you, I must." Xuan Ying seemed to be promising someone.

In the following days, Wen Jiu, Wen Xi, and the General's Mansion were all busy. Even Xiao Jue was too busy to stand... Only one thing suddenly happened.

The old lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion passed away in that snowy winter.

Wen Jiu was not sad about this, but only felt sad. She should not have died, but died in this conspiracy... Wen Jiu checked her pulse and found that it was no problem for her to live for a few more years. As for the people with problems, there were only a few people in the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.

The funeral was grand, after all, the prime minister's mother

Wen Jiu knelt in front of the coffin in a white robe, burning paper. Wen Xi knelt on the other side, and Wen Moliang knelt at the bottom, crying about his grandmother's grandmother. It was very touching.

Soon, people from the court came to pay their respects. Xue was in charge of the overall situation and acted very dignified. After she was released from house arrest, she took care of herself just like before.

The troublesome person left, and she felt like she was in spring breeze now. She could do things easily. She ignored the wine and just did her best. She didn't know that her body was so weak.

Do you really think she has no temper? Ridiculous

Play slowly, it won't be fun if you die.

Qingliu glanced at his master and stepped back. Wen Xi only looked at Wen Jiu, not knowing whether he would be frightened or not. He was a little worried.

When Madam Gao was looking at the remains, she suddenly screamed and fainted. Wen Jiu hurried to stand up, but was still a step too slow. Madam Gao fell down and was hugged by Gao Yining, who was beside her, to avoid falling to the ground.

Everyone heard the exclamation and gathered around, saying all kinds of things, what happened? Did he come back to life? No way, don't scare me!

Xue ran over. Something happened in the funeral hall? What could have happened? She looked at everyone surrounding the coffin and was a little flustered. Why were they crowded there? Could it be that the old man was not dead yet? It was impossible. He had clearly said that no one could die quietly just by drinking a cup of wine... Could it be that someone would find out?

She hurried forward and saw what was happening in front of her. She was so scared that she almost fainted. The voice of warming the wine rang out, "Madam, you'd better wait a while. The guests are still here."

"Yes, yes, mother was a little scared. Is Jiu'er okay?"

"I'm scared to death, woo woo woo, brother is scared." Wen Jiu smiled when she saw it, and she was about to fall. Wen Xi, who had been staring at her, was so scared that she quickly supported him.

"Why is it so scary? What happened to grandma? She's bleeding from all seven orifices. Grandma is already suffering from a stroke. Who on earth would hurt an old woman like this? Woo woo woo." Wen Jiu's tears flowed like crazy, scaring Wen Xi. He thought Wen Jiu was really scared and hurried to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my brother is here, grandma must have been poisoned, my uncle just came here"

"Don't be afraid of the wine, help your young lady go to the backyard to wash her face," Su Luobai patted the warm wine and said to Bai Zhi

"Yes"

Wenjiu was helped away, and the rest of the matter could be handed over to his uncle in the Dali Temple. The prime minister was already numb, so how could his mother be poisoned?

There was constant discussion, but no one dared to speak loudly. After all, the old mother was poisoned to death under their noses, which was a slap in the face of the prime minister.

Xiao Jue, who rushed over, didn't see the wine being warmed up. He heard that the county lady was so weak that she fainted. He pursed his lips and smiled softly.

"Xuan Ling, go find out why only my uncle came to the General's Mansion today."

"Yes"

Just as he was about to go out, he was stopped by a voice, "No need to go, the General's Mansion can't spare anyone today, only the Dali Temple Minister can come." Xiao Jue said and then entered Wen Jiu's eyes.

It seems like I haven't seen him for a long time.

"You know?" Wen Jiu asked

"When I passed by the General's Mansion on my way here, I heard people talking about it."

"Xuan Ling, go find out clearly."

"I'm here now, just to give you a message." Xiao Jue sat down and poured a glass of water and drank it.

"All of you go down." Wen Jiu dismissed everyone, and they were the only two left in the room. For a moment, they were both speechless...