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Chapter 952

Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming bruised their thighs and were unable to ride on horseback the next day, so they had to stay in the carriage and sit.

The carriage was rocking and it was impossible to study. It would be very boring to sit there. Fortunately, Ye Zhenzhen had prepared the playing cards early. Due to the national conditions, she could not copy them, so she arranged the official positions of the dynasty in order of size.

Enough to count twelve. As for the big king and the little king, Ye Zhenzhen did not dare to use the emperor and empress as the cards, so she used the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother instead.

Ye Zhenzhen explained various ways of playing to everyone. Even Aunt Cui became very interested and went out to play a few games with Ye Zhenzhen and others. As she continued to play, she became addicted.

She felt that she and the two little brats Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming were not having enough fun, so she asked the serving maid to take their place and continued playing happily.

It was the first time in his life that Cui Zhiduan was disliked by his grandmother. He was stunned for a long time. However, both his grandmother and mother were addicted to playing cards. He could only swallow his sadness and turned around to play with the nannies——

At least the nannies and brother Zhi Ming won't dislike him.

Cui Zhiduan was coaxed by the nannies for a while, and soon forgot the unpleasantness just now, and became addicted to playing cards.

When Cui Weizhen came to visit, what he saw was this scene of collective obsession.

When he saw the official portrait on the card, he was speechless for a moment, but the culprit still looked at him with an innocent face: "How is it? I drew these by myself, isn't it very expressive?"

His tone was a little triumphant, as if he had done something great.

Isn't Ye Zhenzhen dissatisfied? Her butterfly-made playing cards may become a national quintessence if they are passed down to future generations.

Cui Weizhen looked at his mother, then at his wife, twitched the corner of his mouth, and sighed: "It's just for family fun, don't spread it to the outside world."

If some scholar-bureaucrats saw it, they would be so angry that they would blow their beards and stare, and they might even have to write a book about "insulting politeness and indecency". After all, it is too bold to put ministers on the gambling table, and only Zhen can do it.

Only you dare to do such a thing.

Ye Zhenzhen heard his unfinished intention, touched her nose angrily, and admitted her mistake honestly: "Okay, I will change the Twelve Ministers to the Twelve Flower Goddess later, so as not to cause trouble."

"good."

Cui Weizhen touched her head and then walked away without taking away a single cloud.

Everyone in the car was looking at the roof of the car, studying the cards, as if they had never seen the couple's intimate gestures, and Aunt Cui very calmly played the cards: "Shunzi."

Only Cui Zhiduan poked his little head out of the cubicle and looked at his mother with bright eyes. His expression was faintly excited, as if he had glimpsed some great secret.

Ye Zhenzhen: "..."

Cui Weizhen must have done it on purpose.

Fortunately, she was thick-skinned and looked away as if nothing had happened. She continued to fight fiercely with Aunt Cui at the card table without feeling embarrassed at all, and her psychological quality was very strong.

It was just that when she was resting at night, she bit someone hard.

Because they were on the same road, Leader Fang and others followed the carriage of Uncle Jingning's Mansion. This journey was not entirely peaceful. As they gradually moved away from the capital, there were many ferocious beasts in the mountains and forests, and occasionally there were wandering strongmen who stared at them. However, in

Under the threat of the guards of the uncle's house, they did not dare to take action.

On this day, because there was no wasted time, the team was able to arrive at the inn before the sun went down.

The post station was originally established to convey military information. With the development of the times, it was not limited to the military. It gradually evolved into a place where officials from both Korea and China could rest at the post station when they passed by.

Of course, the horses at the inn cannot be requisitioned casually. These horses are used by military officers and soldiers to replace their leg strength when conveying military information. Who dares to requisition them at will, unless they don't want their heads.

Of course, these are all digressions.

The postmaster of the post station here saw the noisy carriages and horses from a distance and knew that a noble person was passing by. Furthermore, he saw that the accompanying carriage was of earl standard. After contacting the recent newspaper, he immediately guessed who it was.

He quickly tidied up his clothes and went forward to greet him, bowing respectfully and saying, "Zhang Jian, the small official of Maocheng Station, has met Uncle Jing Ning."

Cui Weizhen returned the gift with his hand in hand: "I took office with my family and passed by your place. I would like to stay here for the night. Sorry for disturbing you."

Zhang Jianlian said he didn't dare, and then he saw two beautiful women getting out of the carriage behind. Judging from their age, they could be guessed to be the old lady from the uncle's house and Mrs. Ning Guo, followed closely by two young men.

You came down, followed by a grandma holding a baby, and a group of people filed in, quickly filling the small inn.

Zhang Jian quickly arranged for the dignitaries to check in. Due to the limited room, the guards, Leader Fang and others did not follow them into the inn to rest. They camped outside and guarded the luggage.

While they were settling in, they saw several carriages approaching the post station. Before Ye Zhenzhen left, she happened to see the nervousness and guilty look on Yi Cheng's face.

Ye Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows and looked at Cui Weizhen doubtfully.

Cui Weizhen shook his head calmly, and Ye Zhenzhen also watched what happened. Then he saw the carriage stop, and a middle-aged woman wearing silk and satin stepped out of the carriage. The woman was smeared with makeup, and her eyebrows were visible.

Wrinkles show that I am not young anymore.

When she saw the situation at the inn, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, but looking at her expression, she didn't seem to be very afraid.

The woman's eyes turned and fell on Zhang Jian: "Zhang Yicheng, it seems that a distinguished guest is coming today? I don't know, I am really disturbing you."

Ye Zhenzhen: "..."

Isn't the huge formation at the entrance of the inn obvious enough? What is the purpose of this woman deliberately coming in to make such a statement?

Zhang Jian looked embarrassed, as if he wanted to dig a crack in the ground and bury it, but the nobleman was in front of him, so he did not dare to hide it anymore, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "Uncle, this is Aunt Zhuo, she is famous in our area.

Mrs. Guanya, who is also a relative of Xiaoguan, passed by here today and came here to say hello."

But the guilt and nervousness on his face didn't mean that. The two people were probably not related to each other, but were involved in money and power transactions.

The post station was established by the imperial court, and ordinary people were not allowed to stay there unless they were officials. However, if the mountain was high and the emperor was far away, not every post official would obey it honestly. For example, Zhang Jian, for example, would definitely let Aunt Zhuo stay there in private.

, and seek benefits from it.

This kind of thing violated the imperial law, and Zhang Jian didn't dare to admit it. Now he could only lie and conceal it.

But his words did not deceive Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen. They both grew up among the human spirits, how could they be deceived by a mere Yi Cheng?


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