When Zhou Lang returned home, Master Zhou was having Cheng Silang and Wang Qilang locked up.
"Mr. Zhou, what do you want to do?" Wang Shiqilang shouted, looking at the Zhou family servants who were surrounding him with eager eyes.
Like many military attache families, their subordinates are usually converted from soldiers in the army, and they are naturally a bit more fierce than the servants of ordinary families.
"Why don't you call me uncle?" Master Zhou twisted his beard and said with a smile, "You are my nephews and descendants. When you come to the capital, I will naturally treat you. Is there anything wrong with you?"
"Uncle, I'm here to study." Cheng Silang said, a little panicked, "I can't stay at your house."
"What kind of books are you reading?" Mr. Zhou said with a snort, "I can also study at home, so just stay with me honestly."
"Mr. Zhou, if you dare to detain me, my family will definitely not let you go." Wang Shiqilang shouted.
"You dare to taint my daughter's innocence, and I won't forgive you!" Mr. Zhou snorted, "Don't worry, your family doesn't need to come to me, I'll go to them right away!"
"I'm not dirty. It's been decided in the family and the marriage contract has been issued!" Wang Shiqilang shouted, "You are the one who dirty me!"
"Stop talking nonsense and drag them down for me." Mr. Zhou waved his hands and lazily talked nonsense to them.
These younger nephews are from Jiangzhou. Let alone tying them up, what can they do if they just beat them up?
It’s really hard to explain why a scholar meets a soldier!
Seeing the ferocious servant rushing towards him, Wang Shiqilang immediately squatted down with his head in his hands.
"The Zhou family is really crazy!" He shouted loudly at the same time, "Silang, you didn't lie to me."
As soon as he said this, the two servants who were originally charging at him with fierce looks turned around and held down Cheng Silang, who looked gentle and did not need to force himself.
How dare you say rude words and curse people behind their backs!
"You bastard, why did I ever say..." Cheng Silang cried out. Before he could finish his words, the servant covered his mouth and grabbed his whole body. His hat fell to the ground and his hair became messy.
In the midst of the commotion, Zhou Lang strode in from outside. He only glanced at the embarrassment of the two men, but did not stop him. He walked quickly to Mr. Zhou and whispered a few words.
"Really want to see me? Now?" Mr. Zhou asked in surprise.
Saturday Lang nodded.
"That's what she just said," he said.
So soon? Mr. Zhou twisted his beard. He thought that Cheng Jiaoniang wanted to personally intervene in this matter, but she had to wait until he and the Cheng family were in trouble, and he was well prepared for this.
She didn't expect that she would meet the fiancé chosen by the Cheng family right away, so let's meet him. He had already expressed his feelings and position. All that was left was to resolutely follow the wishes of his niece.
"My sister lives here?"
Opening the car curtain, Cheng Silang looked outside and asked.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, they must take us out to kill us and destroy our bodies and traces." Wang Shiqilang shouted.
Liu Lang ignored it and went straight to knock on the door.
"Sixth Young Master, you're here again..." Brother Jin opened the door and said, but before he finished speaking, he heard someone shouting.
"Brother Jin!"
He was startled, looked for the sound, and saw a skinny little boy next to the car, staring and pointing at him.
"Liujiu'er?" Brother Jin rubbed his eyes and shouted tentatively.
"Oh, it's really Brother Jin." The boy came over happily and looked at him in disbelief, "You're not dead yet?"
Brother Jin sighed.
"You're just dead!" he said.
"Your mother and your sister cry at home every day..." the boy said.
"Why are you crying? I'm fine." Brother Jin hummed and looked at him, "Why are you here?"
"The Fourth Young Master and I have come to the capital!" the boy said, pointing behind him.
Cheng Silang jumped out of the car, looking surprised and happy.
"It's really my sister here," he said.
The door has been opened, Zhou Lang stepped in, and a pretty woman's figure turned around.
"It turns out Mr. Shiro is here." The maid said, smiling and saluting.
In Cheng Silang's memory, the image of a girl sitting in the car and reading happily in the crowd is consistent with this.
He breathed a sigh of relief, it was indeed here.
"How is my sister?" He took a step forward and asked.
"Everything is well, Madam." The maid bowed again and said with a smile, "Please, Mr. Shiro."
Cheng Silang raised his feet and stepped forward, and another shout came from the car behind him.
"etc."
Only then did Cheng Silang remember that there was another person, and he hurriedly turned around.
"What are you going to do?" He whispered, "Get off the car quickly, or you won't see me anymore."
"How can I not see her?" Wang Qiqi opened the car curtain slightly and said in a low voice, "Isn't it just to see her that I came to the capital?"
Thank you for knowing that you came to the capital to see her! You have wasted so much time in Desheng Tower!
Cheng Silang glared at him angrily.
"Come down quickly!" he said.
Wang Qishilang shrank back.
"Go and borrow something for combing your hair and washing your face," he said.
"What are you trying to do?" Cheng Silang frowned and shouted in a low voice.
"My uncle has made me such a mess, how can I go see the beauty?" Wang Shiqi also shouted in a low voice.
Cheng Silang gritted his teeth as he watched him, but since he had decided that it was this person, he should dress up better and make his sister at least happy when she saw him.
Liu Lang had been standing in the courtyard for a moment when he saw the maid returning with a smile on her face.
"What do you want?" he asked with a frown.
"Master Silang said that he needs to tidy up his appearance, so as not to offend the lady." The maid said.
"How ugly and weird people are!" Zhou Lang said angrily, raising his feet and stepping out.
"It doesn't matter." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "This is not surprising."
Liu Lang stopped and looked back at her.
The maid realized that she and Banqin had indeed taken the things for combing their hair and washing their hair and sent them out together. They waited for another moment before the two of them came in.
"Please, Mr. Shiro," the maid said.
Cheng Silang took a deep breath and walked into the hospital.
A woman stood tall and graceful in the corridor, looking up at her.
It was the beautiful woman on the rocks beside the lotus pond that day who glanced down.
The beauty bowed and saluted.
Cheng Silang came to his senses and hurriedly wanted to return the gift, but was pushed from behind and staggered.
"A certain Wang family member, seventeenth, met his wife."
Wang Qishilang said loudly, while holding his long body in front of his hands in greeting, his movements were skillful, smooth and exaggerated, causing the newly planted flowers on his temples to tremble.
As he spoke, he raised his head and saw the young lady in front of him.
"As expected, she is beautiful." He said, his eyes sparkling and his face full of admiration, "She is still as beautiful as a picture."
Women in this world are different in appearance, fatness, and thinness. Different from those beauties who are as lively and lively as water, there is a kind of beauty who is static and motionless. She just stands there, neither talking nor smiling, and becomes a painting of her own.
Just like the beautiful woman standing still for eternity in the painting, she has always been jokingly called a picturesque beauty.
Cheng Silang glared at him.
"Sister, this is the Seventeenth Prince of my uncle's family." He introduced, with a little embarrassment.
Cheng Jiaoniang saluted again.
"Please," she said.
As soon as these words came out, Wang Shiqilang made a sound and frowned in surprise.
"Why is this sound so unpleasant?" he said.
As soon as Cheng Silang said this, Zuolang and his maids all looked at him.
"What a pity." Wang Shiqilang looked regretful, took a few steps forward, looked at Cheng Jiaoniang and shook his head, "But forget it, picturesque beauties are meant to be viewed without moving, so you should stop talking in the future.
"
The maid looked at the young man with wide eyes.
"You're not stupid, are you?" She turned around and asked in a low voice.
Banqin on the side also had a complicated expression.
Instead, Zhou Lang couldn't help but smile and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.
This woman has the most venomous tongue...
"Shut up!" Cheng Silang shouted with a red face, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang uneasily, "Sister, he, he is joking..."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly and nodded.
"Okay." She said.
good?
What's good?
Everyone in the courtyard was stunned for a moment, except Wang Shiqilang.
"Not bad, not bad." He said with a smile, "Just be obedient. If you listen to me in the future, I guarantee that you will have a good life."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly again.
"Okay." She nodded, stepped down the steps, and looked at Wang Shiqilang.
She looked at it very carefully, up, down, left, right, and right, her eyes sweeping slowly and steadily.
What is there to see in this ugly ghost!
Saturday Lang looked over with a sullen face.
At sixteen or seventeen years old, she is not as tall as him, has a thin body, and is not as strong as him.
He has small eyes and a small nose, and he doesn’t have his spirit.
It was as white as a ghost! She even applied makeup.
Although this is nothing, as many wealthy children in the capital also dress like this, but this person's appearance is disgusting.
There is nothing good to see, it will make you sick if you look at it twice!
Being looked at by a young lady like this is a common thing for Wang Qishilang, and it is also something he is happy to enjoy.
He simply spread his arms and turned around.
"How's it going?" he asked triumphantly.
Saturday Lang sighed in his heart and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"That's right." Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and smiled slightly, "But I still want to ask you something."
Look, here it comes...
Zhou Lang looked at Wang Qilang with a bit of amusement.
I will scold you later and you will not be able to cry...
"Excuse me, ma'am." Wang Shiqilang said with a smile.
"How old are you this year?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked, "Where are you from? Who is in your family? What is your family's livelihood?"
Everyone present was stunned again, and Cheng Silang, who was a little ashamed at first, also looked at his sister in surprise.
Are you going to interrogate family matters?
Wang Qishilang laughed.
"Madam, why don't we sit down and talk in detail?" he said, extending his hand to invite you. "Although my father-in-law knows these things, since you want to know, I will tell you in detail."
Speaking of this, Cheng Jiaoniang raised her eyebrows and winked.
"I will tell you whatever you want to know about our family."
Cheng Jiaoniang bowed her head briefly and saluted, then turned around as expected.
"Master, please," she said.
Seeing the two of them heading towards the hall, everyone in the courtyard was a little stunned.
What do you mean?
Yes, are you serious?
The maid was stunned.
"Have you accepted this marriage?" She couldn't help but look at Banqin and asked.
Banqin was also stunned, but quickly came to his senses.
"I'm going to make tea." She said and walked away quickly.
Pour tea…
The maid cried out.
"I'll make tea." She said and followed.
Cheng Silang had already followed him in, and only Saturday Lang was left in the yard.
He looked at the hall. The three people had already sat down according to the guests of honor. The ugly boy was still looking around with his eyes wandering around. Why hasn't the woman fallen out yet?
Scold him! Laugh at him! Shoot him with the bow and arrow hanging on the wall!
"Master, please have some tea."
Yes, drink tea! Let him drink tea! Then make him mad!
Saturday Lang stood in the yard and looked at the hall, clenching his fists and looking excited.
