Chapter 12 I don't know which bastard snatched away
Chapter 12
Empress Changsun and Li Shimin have been married for many years. One look at Li Shimin's face and she knew that her husband was interested in talents, so she suggested softly.
"Why didn't I want to, but it's a pity——"
It's a pity that he looks down on me a little.
Li Shimin sighed helplessly and patted the back of his wife's hand gently.
"No matter what, I must win him over!"
Li Shimin's eyes suddenly lit up with fighting spirit.
"Human beings have weaknesses, but I can't. He can really see through the world of mortals at a young age!"
"Your Majesty is wise..."
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Of course Wang Zi'an didn't know that he was already being noticed.
In fact, he didn't even know how to get into bed.
By the time I got up from the bed, it was already the morning of the next day.
When he opened his eyes in a daze, he felt a round, soft thing pressing against him on his back. He couldn't help but be startled and fished it out with his backhand.
Bright red, wrapped with gold thread and hung with colorful silk.
It's the big hydrangea falling from the sky!
"Tsk, tsk, you really can't tell by appearance. Although he looks a bit ugly, his embroidery skills are really good! But didn't he give this thing to Lao Cheng? Why did he get under the quilt?"
Wang Zi'an scratched his head in confusion, sighed, and threw the hydrangea on the bedside.
Forget it, snatching hydrangea is a rare thing. Since Lao Cheng doesn't want it, let's keep it as a souvenir.
Stretching out his wrinkled clothes, Wang Zi'an walked out of the room.
The sky was gray and there was no sunshine, and the north wind blew through the treetops and passed through the eaves, making a whining sound.
"Is it going to snow?"
Wang Zi'an muttered, and glanced at yesterday's battlefield, looking at the mess everywhere. He was suddenly dumbfounded.
Was this a thief?
A large piece of vegetables in the greenhouse is missing? A whole jar of secret cornel powder is missing in the kitchen. The most egregious thing is that the mandarin duck pot for hot pot is missing, and even the two chairs used for eating are missing.
!
Know people, know faces, but don’t know hearts!
People's hearts are not ancient - not ancient is such a big deal, the conscience of ancient people is also eaten by dogs!
He sadly cleaned up the mess on the floor, and when he was waiting to change his clothes, he discovered that he had a warm jasper finger ring in his pocket, and a fine mutton-fat white jade pendant!
Which two guys seemed to have ripped this thing off?
It should be worth two bucks, right?
After all, they are two wealthy businessmen who work outside the customs.
He looked at it carefully against the sunlight. The color was warm and moist. Especially the ring finger. When he looked at it against the sunlight, it seemed that there was a faint swimming dragon.
This thing doesn't have the same principle as a glass ball, right?
But it looks pretty!
Wang Zi'an tried to put it on his finger? Tsk? Not bad? The size is just right!
As for the pendant hanging on his waist? He just threw it on the bed. It would be too much trouble hanging on his waist!
Will you sell it later when you have time? If it is a real thing? You can sell it for a few bucks, right?
Is it okay? As long as those two guys are not big liars? It should be worth the loss this time? I guess it’s not too bad.
He didn't know, just when he was thinking about whether to go back and sell the pendant? When he woke up, Cheng Yaojin was suffering from his wife's bloody complaints.
"You old thing, you don't take such a big thing as your daughter's marriage to your heart! You actually went to drink with others, and you were so drunk that you were carried back - are there any fathers like you?"
"Do you know? Now the whole Chang'an has spread. The hydrangea that our girl threw was carried away by someone. The whole Chang'an is watching the joke of our old Cheng family. You even went to drink.
——”
Mrs. Sun was so angry that she spit in his face.
Cheng Yaojin looked aside and smiled apologetically.
"Madam, madam, don't be angry. It's my fault. Why don't you hit me twice to vent your anger? Don't be so angry that you get mad——"
As the guy said this, he took the initiative to take his old wife's little hand and lightly touched his face.
Mrs. Sun was angry and funny, so she pulled her hand back angrily.
"You old guy, how old are you? You're still so cheeky. You're not afraid of being laughed at by your servants—"
But when this guy made such a fuss, I couldn't express my anger anymore.
Cheng Yaojin glanced triumphantly at the old lady who was waiting and snickering.
"If you dare to laugh again, I will sell you all to the Jiaofang Division——"
"Master, I am fifty-six years old this year, and the tutoring department will not accept the money from anyone..."
The old servant who was waiting beside him was an old man brought by his wife, Sun, from her natal family. He knew his master's temperament well and was not afraid of him. He suppressed a smile and gave a "friendly" reminder.
"If they dare not accept it, I will smash their Jiaofangsi... Hehe - Madam, come here, sit down, you are not in good health, you need to rest more..."
Mrs. Sun panted and sat down, and said with a sad tone.
"I often feel powerless these days. I'm afraid my death is not far away..."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Madam? You just need to rest assured and take good care of your health. We still have a long time to live in the future... What are you doing so stupidly? Why don't you serve ginseng soup to your wife?"
Cheng Yaojin carefully tried the heat of the ginseng soup on his wife, with a hint of hidden guilt flashing in his eyes.
When the second child was born, Li Mi and Wang Shiyun were defeated in the decisive battle of Yanshi. In order to rescue Pei Xingyan, he was seriously injured. His wife was frightened. In addition, due to the defeat at that time, she ran around all night in the heavy rain and was injured.
Fundamental.
Since then, my health has been in poor condition, and it has become worse day by day in the past two years. Even the imperial doctors in the palace are somewhat helpless.
"Old man, you don't need to comfort me. My family knows their own affairs. I know my body and bones. I'm afraid the day of death is really not far away——"
Mrs. Sun stretched out her hand to stop Cheng Yaojin's comfort, and her tone was a little lonely.
"The two children, Chu Mo and Chu Liang, are good-natured, so I don't have anything to worry about. Ying'er is a girl with a high spirit, which makes me worried all the time..."
Mrs. Sun took a breath and then continued.
"I don't know what kind of mistake this girl made. She refused to agree to a good marriage and insisted on throwing hydrangeas to attract her. I agreed to marry her. Who knew that something like this would happen again today and someone would bring hydrangeas with her?
Ran……"
When he thought of the hydrangea that he had secretly stuffed into Wang Zi'an's bed, Cheng Yaojin felt inexplicably guilty. He glanced at his wife secretly, and when he saw that she didn't pay attention to him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively.
"Where's Ying'er? Are you okay?"
"I was dragged out by Aying to go shopping..."
Mrs. Sun sighed with some distress.
"This child is just preoccupied. I don't know what she is thinking about such a big thing. She seems to be nothing, but she is blocking people and preventing them from looking for her... I don't know which bastard snatched the hydrangea.