Wang Tong'er, who was smart, thought about replacing it with equivalent objects, replacing it with wooden wheels, and replacing the seats with tiger skin or mahogany. Wang Tong'er thought it was feasible, so she tried to draw it.

Wang Tong'er was going to go back and find Uncle Wang next door to try it out!

Unexpectedly, Xie Yuheng saw him.

"This thing was designed for my father's inconvenient legs and feet. It was not designed by me. I can't remember where I saw it once, and I want to find a carpenter to try to make it!" Wang Tong'er

Not daring not to answer, I cleared my throat and explained.

Xie Yuheng picked up Wang Tong'er's drawing of a wheelchair.

Xie Yuheng couldn't help but asked with interest. "With this thing, will people with limited legs and feet be able to move freely?"

He knew that Wang Tong'er's father was disabled, but he didn't expect Wang Tong'er to be so smart!

He gave her a different look with burning eyes, "Tsk, tsk!" The little girl was originally very smart, but she was taken into the backyard by Xie Yuhuai prematurely and lost the chance to show off?

Or is it because of her rebirth that this life is different from her previous life and she has become smarter?

Is it possible that I don’t always stay in the house, and I don’t know that the little girl can go out and hang out from time to time?

Otherwise it wouldn’t make sense?

How could she, a slave in a boudoir, come into contact with these things?

He doesn't want to go into details. Even if you ask, she probably won't tell you where you saw this thing.

If you can be reborn yourself, it's not surprising that the little girl has any adventures.

Suspicion is suspicion, everyone has a little secret in their heart, and Xie Yuheng did not reveal it.

Thinking of this, Xie Yuheng said warmly to Wang Tong'er: "Well, for the sake of your filial piety, I will find a craftsman who is good at carpentry to help you build it."

"Uh? Really?"

"Thank you! Thank you, Your Majesty!" Wang Tong'er cheered for joy at this moment, completely forgetting her duty as a slave.

She thought to herself that the carpenter the prince had hired must be a skilled craftsman, and his craftsmanship would be better than that of Uncle Wang next door!

Seeing Wang Tong'er's energetic little face in Xie Yuheng's eyes, she was in a very good mood. At the same time, she thought, if she had a tail right now, she would definitely be wagging...

"Come here." After a pause, he called Wang Tong'er.

Wang Tong'er was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at him. Those sparkling eyes were full of confusion.

"Rub your shoulders, my prince."

Wang Tong'er...

Forget it, it's a piece of cake.

I am a slave in the first place, so it is my duty to help my master by rubbing his head and shoulders.

Wang Tong'er complained in her heart, but she still had to look reasonable and extremely happy on her face, and agreed to Xie Yuheng: "Yes." Then she walked behind him, stood on tiptoes, and put her little paws on

, pressed on Xie Yuheng’s shoulder.

I am only a little over 1.5 meters tall, so pinching the shoulders of Xie Yuheng, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, is really a physical job.

Seeing that the red lacquered armchair she had just been sitting on was next to her, she cleverly reached over with her toes, used her two small hands to lend strength on Xie Yuheng's shoulders, climbed onto the armchair, and knelt down to squeeze his shoulders.

Xie Yuheng has a good figure, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and her shoulders are full of muscles. This is quite different from what Wang Tong'er thought. After all, she has only had contact with him in the past few days, and they were all in this study.

among.

She thought Xie Yuheng was a civil servant. Judging from his strong muscles, he should be both civil and military. No wonder the emperor kept sending him out on official business.

A mere civil servant was often sent abroad by the emperor, often traveling thousands of miles. Without a strong body and martial arts skills, the journey would be too much for him.

As soon as she started pinching, she felt that the muscles under her hands relaxed, allowing her white and tender little paws to pinch and squeeze on them, which looked very conspicuous.

In fact, Wang Tong'er's shoulder-squeezing technique is really not that good...

······

True to what Xie Yuheng said, snowflakes started to fall one after another in the sky in the evening.

The snow kept falling until New Year's Eve, when it finally stopped, and the weather finally got nice.

Early on New Year's Eve, the masters of Zhongyonghou Mansion will go to the ancestral hall to pay homage to their ancestors.

Wang Tong'er didn't need to go with her, but she was very curious about what the ancestral hall of this family looked like.

In the past, when I read ancient Chinese novels, there were plots where the young lady made a mistake and knelt down in the ancestral hall.

Therefore, I also followed Xie Yuheng to the ancestral hall in the easternmost part of the Hou Mansion.

Of course, Wang Tong'er was just a slave and could not enter the ancestral hall. She and the others stood aside and waited.

Only the dark courtyard door can be seen, with two thick characters "ancestral hall" written on it and the cornices inside...

Needless to say, Wang Tong'er and his slaves were not allowed to enter. Among the women, except the Marquis and his wife, Rong, could enter the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors.

In other words, unless the first wife and legitimate daughter are eligible to enter the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors, it has no business with other women.

All other women stood at the door of the ancestral hall and could not enter, unless you made a mistake and were punished to kneel in the ancestral hall and woke up, and then you had the opportunity to go in and look at the tablets of your ancestors.

Leading the way were the fat Marquis Zhongyong and his wife Rong, followed closely by the Crown Prince Xie Yuheng.

The ones following him must be Xie Yuhuai and his younger brother Xie Yuwei.

Aunt Zhang and Aunt Qiu, who are both in their thirties, are dressed very festively today. They are wearing red and green, and they are all dressed up. Their beautiful faces are full of unwillingness and grievances, and they can only look at their men's hands helplessly.

Holding Mrs. Rong's hand, she walked into the ancestral hall.

Don't want to be useless?

Normally, no matter how much the Marquis favors you, he can't take you into the ancestral hall more than his real wife?

A serious life shows the orderly rules of dignity and inferiority.

This was the first time that Wang Tong'er met Xie Yuhuai, the second son of Xie who was committed to his original master in his previous life.

I saw him wearing a dark red robe, with a handsome face, thin lips, and especially a pair of cold and arrogant eyes, which made people feel unhappy.

I don’t know why I couldn’t figure it out, but I was willing to have sex with such a person?

In this life, even if I die, I will never marry such a person!

Not only will we not have sex with such people, we will not have sex with anyone!

Wang Tong'er looked at the arrogant and domineering man with unspoken feelings. Apart from being greedy for the beauty of the original owner, he never cared about her and tacitly allowed Aunt Zhang to drink the Bizi Tang that was harmful to her health.

Then he closed his eyes, feeling that he was not worthy of the original owner and did not want to look at that scumbag again.

I thought in my heart that he was just a concubine, and he seemed to be more dignified and arrogant than the prince!

Well, it’s better to be the master of the Crown Prince!


Chapter completed!