MTL - Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child-Chapter 59 You don't talk nonsense!

   Chapter 59 Don't talk nonsense!

   Jiang Shi was obviously stunned.

   She only knew that Jiang Ze and Yu Sheng were both involved in the anti-poem case, but she didn't know the specifics.

   At this moment, after hearing what Yu Lingwei said, her first reaction was denial.

   "Impossible! If A Ze caused A Sheng to be arrested and imprisoned, then A Ze will definitely tell me the truth. He has such a good relationship with A Sheng, and he will not care about A Sheng's life or death."

  Yu Weiwei nodded: "Yes, they have such a good relationship with brothers. In order to protect him, Yu Sheng still refused to say anything after being imprisoned in the justice department. Yu Sheng really regarded him as a brother."

   Having said that, she looked at Jiang Erye.

   Jiang Erye's face has turned pale, his eyes are constantly flickering, and his heart is very empty.

   He tried to deny.

   "It's not what you said, don't talk nonsense!"

Yu curling: "The Justice Department has already investigated the matter, Jiang Ze is the one who really participated in the anti-poetry case, even though he knew that Yu Sheng was wronged, he could still pretend to be a guest at my house. ."

   She paused when she said this, with a confused look on her face.

   "Yingwei has already been involved in the anti-poem case. It stands to reason that Jiang should try to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible. Why should he come to my house at that juncture? Does he have another purpose?"

   Jiang shi followed her train of thought and thought about it immediately.

   "A Ze said that he left a book in A Sheng's study. He came to get the book back, but when he left, I didn't see the book in his hand."

  Yu Wei glanced somewhere behind them and smiled slightly: "It seems that you have already guessed what book it is."

   Jiang Shi and Jiang Er Ye turned around immediately.

   They saw Yu Sheng standing not far away.

  Yu Sheng walked to the courtyard gate of Qingyuju at some point, still holding a large bundle of firewood in his arms.

   He stared blankly ahead, as if he had remembered something, and his expression gradually changed from bewilderment to disbelief.

   "Could it be that travel journal?"

   Without waiting for others to ask what the travel journal was, he left the firewood behind, turned around and ran away quickly.

   "A Sheng, where are you going?"

   Jiang Shi shouted twice, but his son did not turn back.

   She was afraid that her son would do something stupid, so she hurriedly chased up with her skirt.

  As soon as the Jiang family left, the others naturally also left.

   But in the blink of an eye, Qingyuju returned to its usual tranquility.

   Angelica walked over to pick up the firewood and asked.

   "Miss, do you still want this wood?"

  Yu Weiwei said as a matter of course: "Of course, when the earth oven is ready, we will make biscuits and eat them."

   Angelica asked curiously: "What are biscuits? Are they delicious?"

  Yu Weiwei briefly described the deliciousness of the biscuits, and immediately became greedy for the angelica.

   The two of them started working immediately.

   Angelica is responsible for burning the fire and drying the soil in the oven.

   Yu Wai Wai is in charge of making cookies.

   She added some brown sugar, oil, salt, and alkali to the flour, mixed it with her hands, added black sesame seeds and five-spice powder, and finally poured in an appropriate amount of milk and kneaded it into a smooth dough.

   She put the dough in a basin and covered it with gauze to wake it up.

   Taking advantage of this time, she went to cut some beef.

  Beef in this era was very expensive, and a piece of beef the size of a palm was worth three months of chewing by ordinary people.

  Yu Weiwei put the sliced ​​beef into a bowl, add seasonings and marinate.

  Then wash the rice and steam it.

  The rice cooked by this firewood has a scent of firewood, which is much more fragrant than the rice she cooked with a rice cooker in the modern society.

   (end of this chapter)