The concierge of the Cheng family shouted when the door was pushed open, and was even more stunned when he saw the person in front of him.
"Why is it you again..."
Before he finished speaking, there was another bang, and this time the door was kicked down.
The concierge fell to the ground again.
What a thing!
"Rokuro-kun...our wife is writing..."
Accompanied by the maid's voice, the study door was opened.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her pen and looked over, and Zhou Lang strode in.
"Pack your things," he said, "come with me."
That’s it again!
I haven’t heard it for four years, and I thought I would never hear it again. Where can I force this lady to go?
The maids and Banqin frowned and came around, while the attendants who followed also took up their posture.
But it's not four years ago now, and it's not that easy to take her wife away easily.
"Where to go?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
"Go and stay at my house." Zhou Lang said.
Cheng Jiaoniang said oh and nodded.
"Okay." she said.
Zhou Lang, who was about to yell out a bunch of words, was suddenly tongue-tied and almost bit himself.
Like this again! Why does this woman always speak out of turn? That time too, it hurt him so much that he wasn't prepared.
"Can you have a foreshadowing for what you're saying?" He couldn't help but said in a low voice.
"You haven't laid any groundwork." Cheng Jiaoniang said, putting down her pen and looking at the door, "Ban Qin."
The maidservant and Banqin both said yes.
"We'll take care of it now," they said with a smile.
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"Take my dear girl to your home?"
The head of the house in the hall finally learned the news when the guest was leaving with his daughter.
Mr. Cheng Er glared at the boy who looked like he wanted to be beaten.
"Why did you go to your house?"
"Why can't you go to my house?" Zhou Lang glared and shouted, "Thirteen years ago you were able to drive my aunt and my sister to my house, but now we can't even invite my sister to live there?"
Mr. Cheng Er's face suddenly turned purple.
"Son, stop talking nonsense," he shouted.
"Uncle, I am young, but my parents are still alive." Saturday Lang said with a sneer.
Master Cheng Er wanted to say something else, but Zhou Lang turned around impatiently.
"I call you uncle. I am doing my duty as a nephew and I am not asking for your permission." He said, and walked away.
Doing the duty of a nephew? Is this called doing the duty of a nephew?
If the nephew of the Cheng family dared to treat him like this, he would have been beaten to the point of kneeling in the yard!
Mr. Cheng Er trembled angrily as he watched the young man striding away.
The Zhou family, this is the shameless Zhou family. They dared to make the Cheng family disgraced in Jiangzhou, but now this capital is the territory of the Zhou family.
Thinking of this, Mr. Cheng suddenly remembered that since he came to Beijing, he had not met the Zhou family in person, so much so that he had forgotten that this family existed.
It seems that reality is still reality, and what should come will still come.
"Master, the Zhou family is obviously here to rob someone." Mrs. Cheng Er walked out of the back hall and said hurriedly, "Bring the person back quickly."
"How to rob her? My grandpa took her to live with her, why won't I let her go? Besides, the generals of the Zhou family are so shameless, should I fight with them on the street?" Mr. Cheng Er said angrily, "They
It’s shameless, but I still want shame.”
"Then, if Jiaojiao doesn't come back..." Mrs. Cheng Er said.
"He dares!" Mr. Cheng Er glared, "Then I dare to sue them! I'll pick him up after three days and won't let him come back. They are the ones who will ignore me!"
Mrs. Cheng Er nodded.
"Oh, no, Jiaojiao, go to their place. What will happen to our family's food and drink?" She thought of something again and hurriedly chased after her while looking at the door.
"Half celery, half celery."
Listening to Mrs. Cheng's shouts, Mr. Cheng was so angry that he almost lost his breath.
Are they still considered family members after all?
What a life this is! No, the paperwork has been obtained, and he must be the real master.
When he learned that Liu Lang had kidnapped Cheng Jiaoniang again, the Zhou family was in a state of panic, with servants, maids and girls all over the yard running around.
However, compared with the time four years ago, Mrs. Zhou was not happy at this time, only terrified.
“Which room should I tidy up?”
"What to put on display?"
"How many girls are there in the yard?"
Countless questions came to her like a rain, and Mrs. Zhou felt dizzy.
"Call the doctor, I'm really sick." She said, stroking her heart.
"What's wrong with you?" Mr. Zhou said unhappily, "Jiaojiao'er is coming to live at home and you're sick. Are you sincerely trying to cause trouble for her?"
I don’t dare! I really treat her well!
Mrs. Zhou got up smartly and hurriedly took the servants and girls to arrange the arrangements.
"My uncle, don't be busy, I'll just take care of it."
The maid laughed.
"Our ladies are very casual. There is no need to keep more girls. Just two to sweep and run errands."
Casually? But I don’t dare.
Mrs. Zhou wanted to say no, but she didn't dare to say no. She felt that no matter what she did, it was inappropriate. In the end, she let her maid arrange it. She just listened to what she said.
"Jiaojiao, you can live here and don't need to be angry with Cheng Er and his wife."
In the hall, Mr. Zhou said angrily.
"If they dare to mess around again, I will deal with them."
"I'm not offended." Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and saluted.
While they were talking here, Mrs. Zhou said with a smile that they had packed up.
"Then I'll bother my uncle and aunt." Cheng Jiaoniang saluted and thanked her.
"Where, where."
"Don't dare."
The Zhou couple, one with sincerity and one with joy, personally sent Cheng Jiaoniang away.
"It doesn't look like my niece is coming to stay at my grandfather's house, but it looks like I've invited a Buddha to come."
Several young ladies from the Zhou family stood on the porch and watched, unable to help but sigh.
"Should we go and meet them? They are sisters after all." one asked.
The sisters looked at each other.
"Forget it, Buddha, just respect him."
When the sky is dark, the men in the Zhou family's schoolyard are beating and exercising, and the shouts and shouts come and go, and they don't stop until daylight.
"Rokuro, let's go." A brother greeted.
The shirtless Liu Lang was standing in front of the stone lock and responded when he heard the words.
"You go ahead, I'll practice for a while," he said.
"As expected, I have been practicing with real swords and guns for three years, and I have become more and more diligent." Several brothers praised him and left.
The school ground became quiet. After Zhou Lang lifted the stone lock several times and took the handkerchief handed over by the maid to wipe his sweat, a little girl ran over at a brisk pace. When she saw him, she turned around and ran away.
"Why are you running? Have you seen a ghost?" Zhou Lang shouted.
The little girl stood timidly.
"Sixth Young Master..." She saluted and said, "No, it's Mrs. Cheng who wants to..."
Before she finished speaking, someone stepped over from behind.
"Hey, Sixth Young Master, are you still here?" the maid smiled, "I thought you were all gone at this time?"
Zhou Lang snorted and said nothing, slowly wiping his sweat.
"Have you finished practicing?" the maid asked again.
"Practice is over." Zhou Lang said in a low voice. From the corner of his eye, he saw the maid taking a few steps forward and looking at him with a smile.
What to look at! What to look at!
"After practicing, Mr. Six, please put on your clothes and cover yourself up. Our lady is coming to shoot arrows." The maid said with a smile.
Zhou Lang's face suddenly turned red.
It seemed like I felt a line of sight hovering over my body.
"You don't look good."
A female voice said in my ear.
Liu Lang stretched out his hand and pulled the robe in the boy's hand, and just put on one sleeve casually, when he heard the sound of clogs, a woman's figure turned from the road, wearing a plain blouse, floral skirt, sleeves tied up, shoulders
There is a long bow slung on his shoulder.
Liu Lang's movements suddenly accelerated.
"Rebellion, rebellion." the boy shouted.
Saturday Lang kicked him angrily.
"It's against you, why are you shouting?" he scolded.
"Sir, your clothes are on inside out." The boy sat on the ground and shouted with an aggrieved look on his face.
Liu Lang lowered his head, suddenly feeling embarrassed and annoyed, and quickly took it off again. Cheng Jiaoniang passed by him and paused for a moment.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Lang subconsciously covered his body with his robe and glared.
"Good morning." Cheng Jiaoniang bowed her head and saluted, then stepped over.
Good morning! How can anyone say good morning while staring at a man’s naked body?
Zhou Lang stared behind him and made two indignant comments.
"Sixth Young Master, you are much stronger than you were four years ago," the maid said with a smile.
As expected, these two master girls are still shameless!
Liu Lang tied up his clothes and listened to the continuous sound of arrows piercing the air behind him. He couldn't bear to look back and kicked away.
Cheng Jiaoniang's daily archery practice was soon known to Mr. Zhou and others, who hurriedly replaced all the grass targets in the school with new ones, and also made the morning practice for her nephews end early.
"Why!"
Zhou Lang quit after hearing this.
"It's business for us to exercise our muscles. She's just having fun."
"Jiao Jiao'er's business is all business." Mr. Zhou glared, leaving no room for doubt.
But even so, when everyone left at the end of the morning practice on the second day, Liu Lang refused to leave. Master Zhou happened to be busy and was away, so the other brothers could do nothing to him and had to let him go.
Saturday Lang became even more serious. Not only did he not leave before Cheng Jiaoniang arrived, he also refused to leave after she arrived. However, he did put on his clothes.
"Sixth Young Master, you are so awesome."
Watching Zhou Lang lift the stone lock several times in succession, the maidservant said with admiration.
Liu Lang walked to the weapons rack again with a bit of arrogance.
"Does the Sixth Young Master know all kinds of weapons?" the maid asked with a smile.
Zhou Lang picked up a long stick and saw from the corner of his eye that the woman had switched to the third target. Under the early spring morning light, beads of sweat were clearly visible on her forehead.
A stick, a knife, the shadows of flowers rolled in the school grounds, and the maidservants kept cheering.
Zhou Lang gasped slightly and held the spear, then turned his head and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Where are people?
"Sixth Young Master, what do you use in front of the battle?" the maid continued to ask.
"Where is your wife?" Zhou Lang asked.
"My wife? My wife won't go into battle." The maid smiled.
Saturday Lang stared and sighed.
"Where is your wife?" He pointed at the archery field and said.
The maid then turned her head to look.
"My wife has gone back," she said.
Have you gone back?
Is there anyone who marries a maid like this?
"It doesn't matter. My wife doesn't need me to take care of her. Sixth Young Master, Sixth Young Master, did you use a spear or this knife in front of the battle? If you try this again, what is this?"
"Roll, roll, roll."
Zhou Zuorang said in a low voice, then ignored the maid, picked up his clothes and strode away, while the boys and girls trotted after her.
After walking out of the school grounds, he could no longer hear the maid's noise. He looked back carefully and saw that no one was following him. He couldn't help but shake his sore arm and grinned slightly. This was more tiring than going into battle to kill the enemy...
…
The next day, Zhou Zuolang appeared on the school grounds as usual, but he didn't see the woman until the sun was blinding.
"I told you a long time ago that she is just having fun, not serious business!" Zhou Lang said angrily, inserting the spear in his hand on the shelf, "Winter training is three days and summer training is three days, rain or shine, how can you be free?"
"No, young master, I heard that the results of the palace examination have been announced, and the hairpins will be paraded through the streets in ten days, so Mrs. Cheng went to prepare the gifts." A young man said hurriedly.
Yesterday, on the seventh day of March, the Jinshi scholars after the provincial examination participated in the palace examination presided over by the emperor. After one day and one night, the results were announced.
"That Cheng Silang ranks over 300, and he is not ranked first or eighth like Qin Shisan, so there is nothing to congratulate." Zhou Lang said with a sneer.
"Ms. Cheng seems to be preparing a gift for the Thirteenth Young Master Qin," the servant said.
Saturday Lang scoffed.
Give it to him?
"Isn't he just an eighth-level official..." He muttered, "What's there to celebrate? I've been promoted to the third-level officer in a row..." (To be continued)
