The Zhou family's house was brightly lit, and watching the carriage enter, Liu Lang couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
The car curtain was opened, and the maid helped Mrs. Zhou get out of the car. The car curtain was lowered, and no one came out.
Saturday Lang let out a dull breath from his nose.
Returning to his own yard, he opened the door. In the hall, Qin Langjun was cooking wine by the stove, and the house was filled with the intoxicating aroma.
"How's it going? Why don't you go to the door and wait?" He smiled and looked at Liu Lang, who had lifted up his clothes and sat down.
"You should welcome your parents." Liu Lang said, taking the wine bowl and drinking it down in one gulp.
Qin Langjun smiled and poured another bowl for him.
"Mr. Chen said he would wake up tonight, so he had to stay there." Zhou Lang said, "It's not what you think."
"You'll find out later, right?" Qin Langjun said, "She won't enter your house."
Saturday Lang scoffed.
"Love doesn't come in," he said.
"What did uncle and aunt say?" Qin Langjun asked.
"It's nothing, just leave it like that." Liu Lang said somewhat casually, "Say, I look a lot like my aunt."
"Oh, your aunt is a beauty." Qin Langjun smiled.
Liu Lang was twirling the wine bowl, slightly lost in thought. Naturally, his father didn't say much, but his mother had a common problem with all women and described the woman in a slightly exaggerated way.
From getting off the carriage to changing clothes and entering the house, he didn't miss a single detail to amaze everyone. It was so detailed that the woman seemed to be standing in front of him.
Just like what he saw at Cheng's house, just like what he saw in his dreams every night, the woman looked at him blankly, and then the corners of her mouth slightly curved in mockery.
He picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
"Call Uncle Cao to come in and hear what happened on the way. It will definitely be interesting." Qin Langjun said.
The girl kneeling beside her hurriedly responded, got up and went out to call someone.
"What's so interesting?" Zhou Lang said in a low voice, looking at him again, "Aren't you going back?"
"I'm not leaving tonight." Qin Langjun said.
"What's so interesting about this woman that she deserves to stay at my house?" Zhou Lang said, "You are so interested in her, why not marry her back."
As soon as these words came out, both of them were stunned for a moment.
Although Qin Langjun's grandmother, Princess Fang Ning, has passed away, she is still very close to the current emperor in terms of blood. His father is famous for his literary talent, and the Qin family is also a prominent family in Sichuan. Although Qin Langjun is disabled, he is not just like anyone else.
Able to get married.
When I say this, I laugh at its flaws and can only find fools with flaws to match.
Saturday Lang blushed slightly.
"I, that's not what I meant." He said in a low voice.
Qin Langjun laughed.
"I know you don't mean that." He smiled, "It's just that she is so beautiful, I'm afraid I won't be destined for her."
When Liu Lang was about to say something, the girl outside the door led Guanshi Cao over.
"Thank you for your hard work." Zhou Lang said, motioning for Manager Cao to sit down.
Manager Cao was very happy.
"It's not hard, it's not hard. As long as I get home, I feel very comfortable and all the fatigue is gone." He said and knelt down.
Traveling thousands of miles, family is always connected, Zhou Lang nodded.
Qin Langjun smiled.
"What? It sounds like Mrs. Cheng has made you suffer a lot?" he asked.
Saturday Lang frowned.
"You think too much and involve her in everything. What does she have..." he couldn't help but say.
Before he finished speaking, Manager Cao smiled bitterly.
"Boy, I regret that I didn't listen to Mr. Lang." He bowed his head and saluted.
Liu Lang's voice stopped suddenly, as if he was a little depressed and helpless, so he simply picked up the wine bowl and stopped talking.
"It's not that I think too much, but that you don't want to think about it." Qin Langjun said with a smile, looking at the depressed Liu Lang, "This is not the case in the world. There is not much difference between people. The difference is whether you are willing to think about it or not.
Just want to think about it."
"Ask what you want to ask, don't talk nonsense." Saturday Lang said with a glare.
Her eyes moved to Steward Cao, and the girl poured a bowl of wine for Steward Cao.
"Speaking of which, this lady from the Cheng family is very weird..."
The door of the house was closed, shutting out the warm early winter nights.
Compared to the bright and warm place of the master, the servant's room seems dark and cold.
Banqin rubbed his hands, got close to the oil lamp, and sewed a piece of clothing.
The sound of footsteps and the chattering of girls could be heard outside the door. The door was pushed open, and the cold air of early winter rushed in. The oil lamp jumped and was about to go out, and Banqin hurriedly blocked it with his hands.
"...If Xiaoyue hadn't been in a hurry to go back, I would have won."
"...You can't win. Xiaoyue is blessed with good fortune and good fortune..."
"...Xiaoyue is really lucky. Madam pointed her out to Manager Cao. Manager Cao is so capable. Even though he is older, he is inseparable from both inside and outside..."
"...This trip back is a great achievement. Once we get married, Xiaoyue can go to Madam and be the wife in charge."
The girls sat down and dressed in front of the mirror, chatting and laughing, and the room was filled with noisy joy.
"Guanshi Cao is back?" Banqin asked in surprise. He stood up too fast, forgot the needle and thread in his hand, and couldn't feel it when he poked his finger.
The girls seemed to have just seen her at this moment, most of them looked away with disdain.
"Yes." Only one replied, biting his hair rope, "I went to the city in the evening and just came back with the master and his wife."
"Well, then my wife is here." Banqin said in a trembling voice. He was so excited that he couldn't help but shed tears.
This time a few people laughed.
"Your wife? Whose family is yours? And whose family are you?" One said, with a bit of contempt, "Isn't this your home? It's really wrong for the girl to be in our home."
The room burst into laughter.
Banqin lowered his head in embarrassment.
"I, I..." She kept silent for a long time, not knowing what to say, and tears fell at her feet.
"Why are you crying so late at night?" a girl shouted.
"That's right, you look sad all day long, who owes you money?" Another one also shouted.
"It's strange that my luck is getting worse and worse when you move in!" Several others shouted.
The house is in a mess.
Banqin retreated to her bed, hurriedly wiping her tears with her sleeves, crying, but she couldn't stop crying.
"Okay, let's talk to mom next time and find a good place for this sister from another family to live. We don't deserve to live with others. I have wronged my sister."
Banqin lowered his head and held the sewing clothes in a panic, his body trembling.
"Hey, you want to do some sewing, go find another place, but we need to sleep. If you turn on the light, how can we sleep? We are not like you, we have nothing to do, but we are busy during the day."
The door was closed, the oil lamp was extinguished, and it was dark inside and outside.
Banqin held her clothes tremblingly and looked around, tears streaming down her face.
Lady...
Lady...
what is going on?
What the hell is going on?
At ten o'clock in the morning, there were four or five people sitting in the old man's room in the Chen Mansion, either leaning on each other for a few moments or sitting upright with their arms folded and their eyes closed. Only Dr. Li was sitting by the couch, stretching out his hand to check his pulse every few seconds.
"It's strange to use acupuncture like this. Could it really work?" He murmured.
Old Mrs. Chen was sleeping on the bed with his mouth open as usual, with saliva occasionally dripping from his mouth and whistling in his throat.
Doctor Li looked out the window and saw that the east was white.
"It will be dawn tomorrow. Didn't you say that you should wake up at dawn at the latest? Why haven't you woke up yet?" He muttered. Seeing the child sleeping soundly at his feet, he kicked him with his foot.
"Tong'er, get up."
The child woke up half asleep and reached out his hands for support, grabbing the couch for support.
"Master, Master." He said sleepily.
“…..what time is it…”
"It's almost midnight," Doctor Li said, turning back to glare at the child.
The child said oh, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and sat down.
"It's almost time...it's almost dawn..."
Doctor Li looked at the child, and the child looked at Doctor Li.
"Why don't you open your mouth when you speak?" Doctor Li asked in confusion.
"Master, weren't you the one who spoke?" the little boy asked in a daze.
"Sanlang, Sanlang?" A hand rose from the couch and grabbed the arm of the child next to him.
The child screamed in fright, and everyone in the room woke up. (To be continued)
