"Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, a few branches will grow..."
"I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing!"
"Although this poem, husband, is an impromptu work, but... oh, what are you looking at me for?" Cai Yan's face turned red with embarrassment, and she looked even more beautiful and bright under the candlelight. However, at this time, everyone was looking at her. The envy lies not in the outside, but in the inside... Which woman in the world would not envy a husband as good as Wei Cheng?
In terms of talent, my aunt Wei Ning's husband, Yang Xiu, a famous Hongnong scholar, may not be bad either.
However, Yang Xiu's talent lies in the court, not in the wild. It is absolutely impossible for him to recite these love poems with you.
Wei Ning said with admiration and jokingly: "You, you'd better go back quickly. I think Qing'er can't even take a step away from you. We haven't seen you for a day, and she's starting to put her love in poetry."
"Little aunt, if you act like this, I will ignore you." Cai Yan acted like a girl, feeling really embarrassed in front of so many people.
Wei Ning covered her mouth and giggled. Her eldest aunt Wei Min said, "I didn't expect it was already this hour. Let's go back." Everyone looked at her and saw a pocket watch in her hand.
Liu He asked curiously: "Madam, what is this?" Upon hearing this, Wei Min handed her the pocket watch directly and explained: "This is an instrument developed by Cheng'er, which can accurately grasp the time."
"I know, I know, this is called a pocket watch, I have one too." Aning took out a pocket watch from the pouch at his waist.
When Niu Niu saw this, he took out his pocket watch and walked up to Liu He to let her take a look.
Liu He was very sympathetic to Niuniu's life experience. He smiled and took her into his arms, looking at the pocket watch.
Aning was on the side teaching her how to read the time and how to distinguish the time between each hour.
"I see, it's simple to use and has excellent workmanship. It's truly an ingenious thing..." Liu He's eyes were filled with wonder.
When Cai Yan saw this, he said with pride: "If my sister likes it, I will give you one later. My husband gave me several different styles. My sister likes pearls and happens to have a pocket watch inlaid with pearls." Liu He heard this. , hurriedly waved his hand,
"How can this make such a valuable thing..." Although he said this, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Liu He seemed to have a special liking for this pocket watch.
When their eldest aunt Wei Min and their younger aunt Wei Ning saw this, they looked at each other and smiled, as if they were brewing some big conspiracy.
The next day, the sun rose in the east and there were no clouds in the sky. Such good weather was the best this winter. Early in the morning, Wei Cheng had breakfast under Cai Yan's service. The things that were lost and found were indeed the most precious.
The family finished the meal happily, and Wei Cheng asked curiously: "Why didn't you go there this morning?" Cai Yan was washing tea leaves. Hearing this, he was startled for a moment, then covered his mouth and joked: "Why, you want to do it again?" Putting your love in poetry?" When talking about putting your love in poetry, even Hao Niang and Zhong Chan giggled.
Aning and Niu Niu didn't know what happened, so they laughed stupidly, and the small yard suddenly returned to its previous appearance.
Wei Qing pouted, but did not deny it, and said shamelessly: "What do you think of your husband's poem, madam?" Cai Yan was speechless for a moment, blushed and rolled his eyes at him, and murmured in a low voice: "It's just okay. Let's go." After some conversation, I learned that the new neighbor in the next yard went to visit the head of the family, Wei Hao, today.
Although I don't know what the identity of that woman is, but if she can directly meet Wei Hao as a woman, she must be from a good background.
Wei Cheng didn't bother to pay much attention to it, and took Cai Yan to drink tea all morning before washing away yesterday's depression.
···Dingjunfang. Wei Jue crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame of the prison. In front of him were Huangfu Han, whose legs were broken by a gun, and several dejected soldiers.
Huangfu Han sneered and said: "Wei, don't even think about sowing discord. I won't fall for your trick. If you are wise, hand over the princess and send us back to Chang'an. Otherwise, you will wait for my father to follow you." Let's meet in arms." Wei Jue heard this, as if he had heard some big joke, and sneered: "Okay, then I will lock you up. When the news comes from Chang'an that your father was killed by Dong Zhuo, I will Let you go back to help the spirit." Huangfu Han frowned slightly. Although his intuition told him that Wei Jue's words were not credible, but for some reason, he always had the feeling that his father was really in danger, especially after listening to Wei Jue's words. After Jue’s narration.
The Huangfu family does control more than 70% of Liangzhou's foreign trade. This is no secret. It was with this income that the Huangfu family was able to recruit a large number of people to put down the Yellow Turban rebels in the northwest.
Of course, he was also well aware of the truth. A man is not guilty of having a jade in his possession. Now Dong Zhuo is at the height of his power. If he is interested in doing business in Liangzhou, it would be hard for the Huangfu family to deal with him.
After all, his father Huangfu Song has been demoted again and again, and now he is just a young general guarding the tomb. In the past, his father Huangfu Song had great achievements and offended many courtiers, otherwise he would not have been framed and abandoned by the royal family. Already.
Thinking of this, Huangfu Han couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The uneasiness in his heart was worse than losing his legs. The Huangfu family without Huangfu Song was no different from the fish on the chopping board.
By then, let alone Dong Zhuo, any prefect could swallow up their family's property. After struggling for a long time, Huangfu Han raised his head and looked at Wei Jue, frowning and said, "Are you really going to let me go?" Wei Jue chuckled. , which is regarded as the default.
Huangfu Han asked in a deep voice: "Although I don't know what conspiracy you are playing, based on my understanding of you, this matter has nothing to do with you. You are just a messenger. I want to know who asked you to send this Was it your second brother Wei Cheng who told me the news?" Wei Jue was stunned and said angrily: "Why didn't I come up with it myself?" Huangfu Han sneered: "If you had this kind of scheming, what would you have done back then? You won't be fooled around by me in Chang'an." Thinking of what happened back then, Wei Jue's cheeks turned red and he raised his foot to kick Huangfu Han in the face.
Huangfu Han raised his head stiffly, stared at the soles of his feet that were getting closer and closer, and sneered: "Come on, kick me to death. No one will bring the news back, and your second brother's plan will not succeed." Wei Jue's expression changed. As soon as he changed, his feet paused in the air.
When Huangfu Han saw this, he burst into laughter and asked sternly: "Sure enough, it's this Wei Zhongdao again. What is his purpose? Why does he want to alienate the relationship between my Huangfu family and Dong Hou?" Bang~
"You idiot, do you really think I don't dare to kick you?" Wei Jue angrily patted the dust on his pants that was not there, and said to the city guards on the side: "Send them away, you idiots.
He is already a prisoner and he is still mumbling." Huangfu Han was lying on the ground, with a big black footprint covering half of his face, blood gushing out from both nostrils at the same time, and he looked at Wei Jue in disbelief,
"You, you dare?" Wei Jue yawned and said without looking back: "When you said the word 'estrangement', I knew you were not very smart."
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Please remember the domain name of this book:.The Moral Record of the Mortician