Liu Lang was looking at the bamboo table in the yard when he heard the rubbing of clothes and the sound of crutches. He turned around and saw Cheng Jiaoniang and Qin Langjun walking out of the study.
"Then I'll do the rest for you." Cheng Jiaoniang said, giving a slight bow.
Qin Langjun returned the courtesy.
"You must go all out." He said solemnly.
There was a sound of crutches and Qin Langjun came down. Zhou Lang glanced at Cheng Jiaoniang and saw that she still had no intention of talking to him, so he turned and walked away.
A car and a horse go parallel on the street.
Qin Langjun loves to talk and laugh. In the past, he would have been talking lively at this time, but now they had been out for a while and remained silent.
Liu Lang looked at Qin Langjun again.
Qin Shisan put his head in his hands and was thoughtful.
"Hey, what are you going to do?" Zhou Lang asked.
Qin Langjun came back to his senses and looked at him with a smile.
"Listen to her," he said.
I haven't been invited into the room, how do I know what you said? Saturday Lang snorted.
"What did she say she was going to do next?" He couldn't help but ask.
"She said..." Qin Langjun looked at him and smiled, "I won't tell you."
Liu Lang's expression suddenly changed. He watched Qin Langjun flick the whip, and the horse was frightened and neighed and ran away.
Qin Langjun said "feed" twice and watched Liu Lang go away.
"Just kidding," he said, laughing a little, "Didn't you often do this before? Why are you so anxious all of a sudden?"
After he finished speaking, he sighed, shook his head, and looked back in the direction he came from.
"As I said before, it's pitiful, pitiful, why bother," he said.
Zhou Zuorang walked straight into the house, threw down the reins to the boy and left.
"Mukuro!"
The sound of a woman drinking could be heard.
Liu Lang stopped and looked up to see his mother standing at the door of his courtyard with an angry face. The brothers and sisters beside her also looked unhappy.
"You worthless thing!" Mrs. Zhou scolded with tears, "Where have you been?"
Saturday Lang looked away.
"I, Thirteen and I have something to do..." he said in a muffled voice.
Before he could finish his words, Mrs. Zhou stopped him.
"Hit this unfilial son!" She pointed and shouted.
A few boys standing nearby hesitated for a moment and then came over with sticks in their arms.
Liu Lang stood still and didn't speak.
"Sixth Young Master, I'm sorry." the boys said, raising their sticks and hitting him.
The two boys on the left and right hit Liu Lang on the back respectively.
"Didn't you eat?" Mrs. Zhou shouted.
The two boys trembled in fright and hit the sticks in their hands hard.
Liu Lang had to grit his teeth and stand firm.
"Now that the family is in danger, your father is anxious and has not returned."
Accompanied by the boys' sticks, Mrs. Zhou shouted.
"...Your brother is running around, and your sister is at home chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha every day. What about you? What are you doing?"
The more Mrs. Zhou talked, the angrier she became. She threw away the servant girl, stepped forward, grabbed the stick, and hit her hard.
"...You run to see that woman! You are growing up with her day by day! And you lie to me! You are an unfilial son! You are an unfilial son! It's your father who still loves you so much..."
Mrs. Zhou couldn't help crying while beating her.
Liu Lang remained motionless and allowed to be beaten. At this moment, seeing Mrs. Zhou acting like this, she looked a little sad. He suddenly knelt down and hugged Mrs. Zhou's legs.
"Mother, it's the child's fault!" he shouted.
Yes, it's all his fault.
When I stood in front of Cheng's house in high spirits, I thought it was just a casual meeting and an indifferent question, but it ended up causing such trouble.
The description of the woman looking up from the hall when they first met came to mind.
It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous.
If only I had taken a second look...
"elder brother.."
The person in the corridor who heard this title with a smile was not that Xu Sanlang group of people, but him...
"Although it sounds far-fetched, that's how she is. She will reciprocate even the slightest bit of help. Such a person is compassionate and sentimental."
It's all his fault, if it weren't for the beginning, if it wasn't for the beginning...
The people who helped her would not be those unrelated outsiders, while his upright cousin looked on like a fool...
It's all his fault. If it hadn't been for that, their family should have been harmonious.
Whether she was seeing a doctor or running a restaurant, she would discuss and consider everything together and be alert and prepared.
My father will not be regarded as an enemy unconsciously. It is okay to be regarded as an enemy. It is better to just face the enemy head-on than to be attacked from behind without any defense.
It's all his fault!
"Mother, please fight me, it's all my fault." Zhou Lang shouted.
Mrs. Zhou hit him with the stick several times bitterly. Firstly, she lost all her strength. Secondly, she felt soft-hearted after seeing her son acting like this. Finally, she dropped the stick, covered her face and cried loudly.
Other brothers and sisters also gathered around, the women were sobbing, and the men were also looking heavy.
Suddenly there was a lot of crying in the house, which scared the servants, women and girls outside to tremble.
I can no longer hide what happened to the master, but the masters at home said everything was fine and the relationship was in good order. Why did he suddenly cry like this? Could it be more than just a demotion? There might be more serious consequences?
Liu Lang and several other brothers soon came to their senses and hurriedly asked everyone to stop crying and entered the house.
"Rokuro, you really went above and beyond this time." The brothers said solemnly.
The girls held hot towels and waited for the ladies to clean their faces.
"That's right, what's so good about that woman? At this time, you're only looking after her!" Mrs. Zhou said sharply, throwing down the hot towel.
The girls hurriedly picked it up and filed out, but they felt a little more relaxed than when they came in. It turned out that it was not Master Zhou's problem, but Liu Lang's, or it was a woman's problem.
But compared to the anger of the people in the room, the servants were very calm.
The Sixth Young Master goes to Mrs. Cheng every day. The people above him don't know, but the people below him all know.
Watching the girls go out, the brothers nodded approvingly to Mrs. Zhou.
"Rokuro, you see, your sister is more sensible than you." They said, "We are at home, so you don't need to run around, but you can't make everyone upset."
Zhou Lang has been sitting silently since he came in.
"Liu Lang, you are still young. There are so many good women in this world, why should you be obsessed with her?" Mrs. Zhou said, raising her hand to wipe away her tears again.
"I'm not obsessed with her." Zhou Lang said in a low voice.
"Then why do you go to her every day?" Mrs. Zhou asked.
All the brothers and sisters in the room looked at him.
Saturday Lang raised his head and moved his lips.
"For father." He whispered.
"What did you say?" The sister who was sitting close heard it and became even angrier. She raised her eyebrows and sat up straight, "Thank you for being able to say it! If it weren't for that fool, our family wouldn't have such bad luck! Why are you still looking for it?
Does she still think our family doesn't have a lot of bad luck?"
"She is not a fool." Saturday Lang said.
Not only is he not a fool, he is also someone who plays with everyone at his fingertips.
"Mother, look at him." the little ladies shouted.
"Okay, don't talk about this matter." Mrs. Zhou shouted, "Your father's matter is important!"
"Yes." The brothers also nodded and sighed with a worried look on their faces, "At this time, it seems that the higher-ups are not as aggressive as they were at the beginning, and their tone of intercession has also become softer. It is not like at the beginning that they could not even talk about it.
Already."
The woman said that this is the most relaxing time...
Saturday Lang lowered his head.
"...Yes, but maybe someone is doing something secretly, so we have to guard against it."
Having said this, they saw Zhou Lang smiled.
This guy wasn't like this before. Why is he so heartless now that he is really confused by women?
"Rokuro, why are you laughing?" they said displeasedly.
Saturday Lang smiled again.
"Don't worry." he said.
"What?" the brothers asked in confusion.
Don't worry, no matter what you do in private, don't worry, because as long as someone does one thing, it is enough.
That is to face the barrier blocking the road and directly overturn it to kill it.
And the person who is doing this is the fool they call him.
"Nothing." Zhou Lang said, lowering his head.
When night fell, Qin Langjun sat in his father's study and read for quite some time.
On the other side, a middle-aged man was also sitting and reading. Under the palace lantern, he looked handsome and elegant. Although he was older, his appearance was still outstanding.
This is Qin Shisan's father, Cheng Yilang Qin'an, whose mother is Princess Pingyang. However, he did not rely on this honor to become a wealthy official. Instead, he won the Jinshi in the imperial examination and was outstanding in talent and learning. Now
Accompanying the Emperor, he was sent to the Tianzhang Pavilion to serve as lecturers, and fellow practitioners wrote notes on daily life.
Qin Shidao put down the book, rubbed his sore eyes, and looked at his son.
"What have you been busy with these days?" he asked, "You went to the history museum to see me the day before yesterday? What's the matter?"
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There will be double pink at the end of the month. Please save some and don’t rush to vote. We will fight again at the critical moment. (To be continued)
