"What?" He asked with raised eyebrows, "Rokuro went to rob someone?"
The boy nodded and said yes.
"There's chaos on the streets," he said, with an indescribably weird look on his face, trying to laugh but holding back.
"This bastard, I thought I was thinking of something, but it turned out to be like this." Qin Langjun shook his head, with a serious look on his face, "No, no, no, this is adding fuel to the fire."
After that, look at the boy.
"Have you returned to Zhou's house?" he asked, putting down his pen.
"Not yet, it's on the street." The boy said, and finally couldn't help laughing, "The Chen family was chasing after me, but they were stopped by the people from the Wucheng Army and Horses Division."
There were already a lot of pedestrians on Royal Street, but now it was even more crowded. Later, people couldn't squeeze in, and they couldn't see anyone who was in a hurry. The sound of laughter, curses, and noise was really lively.
Bingwei couldn't help but wipe his sweat and looked at the people and cars in front of him.
"You mean he stole your carriage?" he asked, pointing at Liu Lang.
The steward and servants of the Chen family looked at each other and nodded heavily.
This is the simplest and best way to say it.
It's better than saying someone kidnapped his cousin, which is ridiculous and easy to guess.
"Xiao Zhoulang, stole your carriage?" Bingwei repeated again, with a strange look on his face.
Liu Lang had been sitting in the car and had no intention of getting off even if he was stopped.
The car was always quiet, as if no one was there.
"Don't ask what's going on, this is my family's carriage." The steward of the Chen family said, pointing to the emblem on the car, "Look, this is my family's, my family's."
The boys pointed at Saturday Lang.
"He is not from my family, he is not from my family," they shouted.
Soldiers and guards, you look at me and I look at you, and give a wry smile.
That's why it's not easy to do errands in Beijing. In any accident, people of all sizes will inevitably be involved.
The carriage of the official family was stolen by members of General Guidelang's family. What's this?
"Did you steal a car or someone?"
"Is there anyone in the car?"
The shouts of idlers on the street rang out, causing a burst of strange laughter.
Yes, there is nothing to steal in a carriage, and the guards glanced at the carriage as if nothing.
Sure enough, this will cause bad speculations. The Chen family is a little anxious. This is what they are afraid of!
A hand lifted the car curtain, suddenly startling everyone.
Sure enough, the hands are beautiful.
"I'm sorry." The maid said, "Thank you, Master Chen. The carriage will be returned."
Everyone in the Chen family breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.
They have been chasing for so long, and they really don't know what to do. It seems that the chase is not in vain. At least this lady understands the adult's intentions.
Your Majesty knows that your wife doesn’t want to go to the Zhou family, so when the young man from the Zhou family jumped out to steal the car and start messing around, he didn’t want to worry about his face, or used the excuse that it was not easy for outsiders to take care of the family’s housework. Instead, he chased after her directly.
, but this is all they can do.
The bloodline is so great that outsiders really can’t control it.
"I'm going to pick up my sister-in-law and take her home. How can I use your carriage? You're so stingy." Liu Lang, who had been silent until now, also snorted.
Although I knew there must be an inside story, for the time being, the play could no longer be performed. The onlookers booed and dispersed angrily.
Outside the crowd, looking at the crowd dispersing, two boys turned around happily.
"Langjun, Langjun, you can go, you can go." they shouted.
The young man on a horse behind him also looked away.
"It is indeed Kyoto." His face still showed the surprise of facing the bustling capital for the first time, "Such a wide street can be so crowded that it is difficult to walk."
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and a gust of wind blew up a cloud of snow mist.
The young master couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing, and breathed into his hands to keep them warm.
"Brother Yuan Chao!"
A shout came from the street, and the young master immediately looked for the sound and saw two young men rushing out of a nearby shop, waving to him happily.
"Ha, you guys are here too." Han Yuanchao said with a smile, got off his horse and rushed towards them.
"You're a little late here. Are you greedy for the gentle land and don't want to go on the road?" The two smiled and patted Han Yuanchao's shoulders, "Fortunately, we booked an inn first and gave you an extra room, otherwise you would have been in trouble.
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Han Yuanchao hurriedly thanked them and joined hands with the two of them.
"So, when you and I are reunited in the capital today, we will definitely have a good drink."
"Okay, there are many famous buildings in Beijing, we can choose at will."
"What was the excitement just now?"
"I don't know. Anyway, the fun has nothing to do with you and me."
The three of them walked forward chatting and laughing, and blended into the bustling crowd.
Liu Lang's horse stopped at the second gate, and there was already a bustle in the gate.
"Mukuro, have you brought your sister back?"
"Jiaojiao'er, my son, you are back."
The Zhou family couple came quickly, surrounded by a group of people, and were overjoyed to see the carriage.
"My sister is tired. Father and mother, please send your sister to rest first. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later." Zhou Lang said with a sullen face, then threw away his hands and strode away.
From start to finish, the car was silent.
Zhou's parents looked at each other, and Zhou's father coughed slightly, waved his hands, and immediately dispersed with the children and servants who were watching the fun, so as not to make the fool make a fuss.
"Jiao Jiao'er." Mrs. Zhou stepped forward and lifted the car curtain with one hand, "What's the matter? Let's get out of the car and talk about it, okay?"
When the car curtain was opened, the first thing he saw was a maid sitting upright, and then the figure lying on her side in the carriage.
Mrs. Zhou gasped in fright.
"My darling!" she cried out loudly, is something going to happen?
"Shhh." The maid shushed at her, with a bit of displeasure, "My wife is sleeping, don't wake her up."
sleep?
Can you fall asleep in a carriage?
Are you pretending?
"You can't sleep in the carriage. Let's come down and sleep." Mrs. Zhou said.
"It doesn't matter, my wife is not in good health. She needs to sleep for a while every day. She can fall asleep anywhere and it won't take long. If I wake her up from her sleep, she will be very uncomfortable." The maid whispered, moving out.
He said, "Madam, let's wait until the lady wakes up. It won't be long."
Is this true? Is it true?
But the servant girls who came back said that this lady must take a nap during the day.
The scene was a little stagnant for a moment, and the snow rustled on the ground on the car.
After only standing for a moment, Mrs. Zhou felt that her feet were a little stiff.
"It's too cold in here. It's better to wake up and go to sleep." She said again.
"It doesn't matter, I've prepared everything." The maid whispered, pointing to the heater in the car, and then to the big cloak covering Cheng Jiaoniang's body, and her own feet were also under the cloak.
Madam Zhou wanted to say something, but the maid hissed at her again.
"It's windy, please put down the curtain first." She said and put down the curtain.
Mrs. Zhou stood outside and had to swallow what she wanted to say.
"Madam?" the maid holding an umbrella asked in a low voice.
Should we go or stay here with us? She asked with her eyes.
Mrs. Zhou glared at her, you stupid idiot, let's go? Leave a group of servants to accompany you? Wouldn't she, the aunt, have to be poked in the back?
But if you wait...
Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but pace a few times.
"Go get the stove footer," she whispered.
Fortunately, the maid did not lie. Cheng Jiaoniang woke up before the maid came over with a hand stove and a foot stove.
Before the maid could say anything, Mrs. Zhou hurriedly opened the curtain.
"Jiaojiao." She shouted, tears streaming down her face.
"Where is this?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked, taking the maid and handing her hot water.
The car was really well-equipped, and Mrs. Zhou felt that her hands and feet were getting colder.
"We're home now, good boy. It's cold in the car. Come down and talk in our room," she said.
"It's not cold in the car," Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking around herself and taking a sip of hot water.
But I'm cold.
Mrs. Zhou stamped her feet. This child was a fool. It was unclear how he could obey and speak.
This is not a discussion about whether it is cold or not.
"Okay, Jiaojiao, you're home, let's go in quickly, the snow is falling so hard." She said, waving her hands to urge the servants to bring the sedan chair.
The maid who brought the hand stove and foot stove came over, and the sedan chair also came. After Mrs. Zhou persuaded her, Cheng Jiaoniang finally got off the car.
There was no crying or fussing, and the expression under the hood did not change at all. It was as if she had come here on her own, rather than being dragged here halfway.
This made Mrs. Zhou, who had prepared a lot of words, suddenly not know what to say.
"Jiaojiao, let's go into the house first. If you have anything to say, we can talk in the house." She said, not caring about herself and stuffing the hand stove and foot stove into the sedan chair, and then walked towards the yard surrounded by the servants.
"Jiao Jiao'er, this is all arranged according to your habits in the Chen family. Do you think it's okay?" Mrs. Zhou led her up the steps and pointed out to her, "This is the closest to my yard. What's going on?
All convenient.”
Just as he was about to enter the house, two servant girls came in outside the door.
"Madam, sir, please come over," they said.
Mrs. Zhou smiled and patted Cheng Jiaoniang's hand.
"At home, feel free to do it. Don't be restrained. I'll go see what your uncle is going to do. We'll all come over to see you in a while." She said and followed the servant girl away.
From beginning to end, Cheng Jiaoniang's master and servant remained silent.
The remaining maid hurriedly knelt on the porch and opened the door.
Standing on the porch, I could feel the heat inside the door.
"Madam, please come in." They said respectfully.
Just as Cheng Jiaoniang was about to take a step, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her and the maid's exclamation.
"Sixth Young Master! What are you doing?"
Cheng Jiaoniang and the maid turned around. The maid was the first to make a noise and covered her face with her hands.
In the yard, Liu Lang strode forward, naked to the waist and carrying a thorn stick on his back. He stood still in the snow, turned around, and faced Cheng Jiaoniang with his strong back and thorn sticks.
"Liu Lang made three mistakes and came here to apologize to the lady." He said, reaching out to clasp his fist and kneeling down on one knee. "First, he took the maidservant regardless of the lady's illness and hardship. Secondly, he ignored the lady's wishes and kept her by force. Thirdly, he ignored the lady's helplessness and forced her to plead guilty.
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In the snow, the boy's naked upper body was covered with a layer of snow beads, and the snowflakes that fell on it melted slower and slower.
The servants around him covered their mouths with their hands and trembled. They wanted to persuade him but didn't dare.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned around and glanced at the young man's naked back without any shyness.
"You pushed your mother away just so that I could see this." She said slowly.
Saturday Lang turned his back.
This lady is indeed not a fool, she can actually see that her mother was separated on purpose.
"I..." He gritted his teeth and turned around, pulled out a thorn stick and held it in front of him as if to strike, facing the woman on the corridor.
This was actually the second time he saw Cheng Jiaoniang. He thought he could not remember the description of this woman, but he didn't expect that when he saw her now, she seemed to be familiar to her.
In the corridor, a woman wearing a cloak and having taken off her hood looked at him blankly under her hair. To be precise, she looked at his naked chest.
I don't know whether it was the cold or something else, but Saturday Lang's exposed skin began to turn red.
Liu Lang had never seen a woman look at a man with such eyes, and she was also a shirtless man, instead of covering her eyes with her hands like the maid beside her.
Cheng Jiaoniang slowly lowered her gaze to his face.
"You..." She took over Liulang's words, stretched out her hand from her cloak and pointed at him with a finger, "You're naked, it doesn't look good."
