After finally finishing the official and military affairs in his hands, Huo Tingyu rubbed his temples, stood up, and prepared to walk around.
By some mistake, he walked up to the watchtower again. He looked at the sedan chair and felt his head hurt even more.
Suddenly he felt someone behind him, a pair of hands stretched out, and he swept over with a kick.
The visitor took several steps back and fell down under the fence of the watchtower.
Huo Tingyu looked at the woman in frivolous clothes and felt that one head was bigger than the other two.
He pointed the black muzzle at her, and his tone was cold and without any warmth: "Who asked you to come?"
The woman leaned delicately on the railing, covering her wrists to endure the severe pain, and looked at Huo Tingyu with tears in her eyes: "It's the second wife who sees your hard work and asked me to take care of you."
She bit her upper and lower lips lightly, and the word "care" seemed particularly ambiguous when it came out of her mouth.
"Didn't the Second Madam tell you that the women who were sent to me before were all dead?"
Huo Tingyu narrowed his eyes dangerously.
The woman's slender body trembled. She looked at the muzzle of the gun, lowered her head and said nothing.
He gently turned the safety cover, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the flaming red sedan below, which looked like a lantern.
Huo Tingyu cursed secretly in his heart. In the past, there was no one in front of Huo's house, but now there is a whole wedding convoy in front of Huo's house. He can't shoot as usual.
He stamped his foot on the ground to vent his anger, turned around and went directly down to the watchtower, found the adjutant, and said in a bad tone: "Take care of the people on the watchtower. The second lady is too free these days. It seems that
It’s time to ring the bell for her.”
The next day, the gate to the yard of Huo's second wife, Huo Pingyan's mother, was blocked.
"The commander-in-chief said, you can't go anywhere." The adjutant guarding the door didn't know how many times he answered the second wife.
The young and beautiful Miss Zhong was already over fifty years old. In recent years, because she was not cared about by her parents, her life in the Huo Mansion was not easy in the early years.
Now she can no longer see the appearance of the beauty who was famous all over the south of the Yangtze River. Time has left too many traces on her face.
But her years of maintenance still made her look very impressive. She sat in the central hall and watched expressionlessly as the adjutant led the manpower to seal off her courtyard.
"Second Madam, you should know why your yard is sealed. If the commander has banned you, he can't blame anyone else." The adjutant looked at him with a look of persuasion.
"Ping Yan is gone. He is the only Miaomiao of the Huo family and the local emperor of Yongzhou. The Huo family cannot have any successor. He is busy with official duties and has no time to get to know women. As an elder, I naturally have to help him. I can't
Let the Huo family be cut off from him." The second lady showed no sign of remorse on her face, and she did not think she had done anything wrong.
The adjutant shook his head and tutted: "It seems you don't think you did anything wrong."
The second lady slowly raised her eyelids and looked at him with a half-smile: "What's wrong?"
Her gray hair was meticulously combed into a bun, and she was sitting in the middle hall, as if she thought she was the mistress of the Huo family.
"You don't know what happens to the women you send to the Marshal, do you?"
"How to deal with it is Huo Tingyu's business. What does it have to do with me? If you want to climb the high branches of the Huo family, you must first have the ability to win over people's hearts. You can't blame others."
The adjutant looked at her taking it for granted, and immediately closed the courtyard door and put the seal on it with his own hands: "You, just think it over alone."
After saying this, he ordered the people around him to guard the second lady's yard and got ready to leave.
I only heard the second lady saying loudly in the yard: "Since my unmarried daughter-in-law is in front of Huo's house, and it is the wedding ceremony of Yuci, I will bring her in. It is not easy to get here. I think Huo Tingyu doesn't want to
It’s off the tongue.”
In the study, Huo Tingyu put down the official document in his hand and looked at the adjutant who came to report: "Did the second lady really say that?"
"Report the truth one by one, and my subordinates will never dare to lie in the slightest."
Huo Tingyu nodded, indicating that he understood, and waved his hand to signal the adjutant to go down.
"What do you think?" He turned to ask the master who was looking at the military book.
The master opened the small folding fan and shook it, thoughtfully: "The Zhong family couldn't hide what happened yesterday, but you also said she couldn't enter the Huo family's door."
"So we can't count on the Zhong family. When will the wealthy businessman you made an appointment with come to negotiate?"
"Boss Yang from Deji Tea House will be here in the afternoon today, do you think?"
Huo Tingyu knew what the master was worried about: "She, Chen Jinjun, is still at the door of Huo Mansion. I will arrange for someone to keep an eye on her to prevent her from causing trouble."
"There are people from the Lei family tonight," the master thought for a moment, then suddenly hissed, "This time it's Lei Yishan."
"Why Lei Yishan? Isn't Lei Yihai the young master of the Lei family? Isn't this equivalent to a direct rejection?"
"Then I have someone tell the Lei family not to come?" Master asked cautiously. He could see the impatience in his marshal's heart.
Huo Tingyu waved his hand casually.
Outside the door of Huo Mansion, Xu Fanming knocked on the sedan chair and interrupted Chen Jinjun who was reading a book: "Someone is coming."
Chen Jinjun opened the curtain of the sedan chair a small slit and saw a carriage approaching from a distance, stopping in front of the Huo Mansion.
A middle-aged man got out of the car, wearing a gentleman's hat. He glanced at the sedan with some curiosity, and was welcomed into the Huo Mansion.
"Who is he?" Xu Fanming asked.
"Tea merchant." Chen Jinjun said firmly.
Xu Fanming turned to look at her curiously: "Why do you see it?"
"Look at that carriage. These tea merchants always regard themselves as literati. They wish the entire carriage was hung with paintings and calligraphy." Chen Jinjun gestured to Xu Fanming to look at the decoration inside the carriage, and then pointed at the tea merchant.
"I also saw calluses, they look like they were worn out by weapon training," Xu Fanming shook his head again, "No, weapon training calluses will be very dark in color, so it doesn't look like it."
"It's fried tea," Chen Jinjun answered his doubts, and at the same time raised his own doubts, "Why did he come to Huo's house?"
Xu Fanming also shook his head, and Chen Jinjun himself fell into deep thought.
The person who came was none other than Yang Qingyang, the boss of Deji Tea House. He was invited by Marshal Huo’s master in the Huo Mansion to discuss cooperation. Yesterday, he learned that the sedan chair given to the bride by the second son of the Huo family arrived at the Huo Mansion.
Outside the door, it just happened to be that Huo Pingyan was attending the funeral. Now the sedan chair was resting in front of the Huo's house. He couldn't help but take a second look before entering the Huo's house.
Yang Qing didn't know exactly what project the Huo family wanted to discuss with him, but the Huo family was the only one in Yongzhou. If his business could be related to the Huo family... he would definitely take the lead among Yongzhou tea merchants in the future.
But the number offered by Huo Tingyu was too big, and the entire Deji couldn't come up with that much money.
Yang Qing's face was full of embarrassment: "Shuai Huo, you think this number is too big. Our Deji really can't produce that much..."
The master was fanning at the side: "Let's make some calculations, Boss Yang. Fule Teahouse under Deji's name has made a lot of money in recent years."
Yang Qing felt the gaze of Huo Tingyu, who was wearing ordinary clothes at the main seat. For some reason, his mind went blank for a moment and he couldn't even say a complete sentence: "This... I don't know yet. Let me go back and check the account books."
Give me an accurate number."
The master looked at Huo Tingyu and then at Yang Qing, and there was a strange silence in the air.