"Last year I went to work in the field and saw an old man fall down and I helped him up. He said I was kind-hearted and taught me some medical skills."
Hua Zifen asked, "Who is that old man?"
Hua Zixiang continued to lie and said, "He said his name is Yao Lao."
Hua Weishi said half-believingly: "Then why didn't you invite him to our house to sit?"
Hua Zixiang smiled and said, "I invited it, but Yao Lao did not agree."
Hua Zifang nodded thoughtfully: "I heard from a storyteller that most of these masters have strange tempers."
As he said that, his eyes suddenly lit up and he changed his mind:
"Second, did you lose the Xiaomi halfway?"
Hua Zika denied, "How is that possible? You are my elder brother, how can I mess up your marriage?"
Hua Zifang frowned and sighed:
"That's strange. Before leaving, I checked that the red cloth bag was indeed filled with millet. Why did it turn into sand when it got here?"
Hua Zifen interrupted, "I remember that my second brother once carried the millet into the cornfield."
Hua Wei looked at Hua Zixiang with suspicious eyes and asked, "Second, why do you want to drill into the cornfield?"
Hua Zixiang explained calmly: "I drank too much cold water this morning and had a stomachache, so I drank into the cornfield to soak my shit."
Hua Zifang pursed her mouth and said angrily: "I understand, you dropped the millet in the cornfield."
Hua Zixiang smiled and said, "I was squatting and shitting at that time. How could I get rid of Xiaomi?"
Hua Zifang asked angrily:
"You have been guarding Xiaomi. If you are not you, who else can you?"
Hua Zixiang pretended to look at me and recalled her memories, and suddenly her eyes lit up and she said in a lost voice:
"Oh, I remembered it. I had a soaked shit at that time, but my stomach still hurts. I wanted to continue pulling, but I felt that the shit was too smelly, so I moved more than ten steps, squatted down and continued pulling, but I didn't take Xiaomi with me.
I brought it with me, it should be at that time that someone dropped the Xiaomi bag!"
Hua Zifang frowned and thought for a while, murmured:
"I remember, you really put Xiaomi a little over a dozen steps away at that time."
Hua Zixiang slapped her thighs, pointed at Hua Zifang and smiled, "What my brother saw with his own eyes is enough to prove that I am innocent."
Hua Wei frowned slightly, her eyes flashed, and inquiries and doubts flowed deep in her eyes, but she said:
"Second, if the thief used sand to wrap millets in the cornfield, the scattered sand or millets would definitely be found in the cornfield. We will pass by the cornfield later. I will go in and look for them, and maybe I can find some clues.
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"Okay! I'll look for you with you." Hua Zixiang's heart-witted mother suspected her, but her face remained silent and agreed.
Hua Zifang approached Hua Wei and asked with a bitter face:
"Mom, their Yang family is not open yet, what should we do?"
Hua Wei glanced at him and said sternly:
"You kneel down!"
Hua Zifang was stunned for a moment, "Ah?"
Hua Wei said sternly: "Kneel down for me!"
Hua Zifang curled her lips and had to grit her teeth and kneel down at the Yang family's courtyard gate.
Yang Feng's son, who had been lying in the crack in the door, peeping out, saw this scene, hurriedly ran back to the main hall and reported to Yang Feng:
"Dad, it's not good. Zifang knelt down at the gate! They are trying to stay and not leave. You can give me some advice!"
......
At the same time, in the Daming Palace Yangxin Palace.
A little eunuch ran in and said:
"I will report to Your Majesty, and the Chief Aunt of the Cabinet will come to ask for your visit."
Emperor Chongrui said to Jia Chen and Zhou Guiren:
"I'm here to come to the front hall to meet him. Jia Chen, you can talk to Zhou Guiren about calligraphy."
Jia Chen glanced at Emperor Chongrui and knew that he was going to create an opportunity for him to interrogate Zhou Guiren, so he said:
"Please rest assured by Your Majesty. I will do my best to live up to Your Majesty's high hopes."
After hearing this, Emperor Chongrui knew it in his heart and understood that Jia Chen had already understood his intentions.
It seems that Jia Chen is indeed smart.
He nodded to Jia Chen with praise, and Emperor Chongrui turned around and left.
Now, Jia Chen is already a trusted minister of Emperor Chongrui.
Emperor Chongrui believed that as long as there was Jia Chen, the case of the second prince would definitely be possible, and the truth would be found.
However, when Emperor Chongrui left, only two people were left in the hall, Jia Chen and Zhou Guiren.
The lonely man and widowed woman live together in the same room, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes a bit subtle.
Ambiguous and embarrassing.
Zhou Guiren smiled and said:
"Mr. Jia is quite accomplished in calligraphy. Can you tell me about your experience in calligraphy?"
Jia Chen said modestly:
"Weichen only knows some basic knowledge."
In order to numb Concubine Zhou and to make confusing words from Concubine Zhou, Jia Chen had to quote a lot of experiences in calligraphy.
After talking for a while, I suddenly heard the nobleman Zhou exclaim:
"It's better to meet than to be famous. Lord Jia is indeed very talented. He heard what you said, but he felt enlightened. His previous obscureness suddenly became clear."
Jia Chen naturally knew that Concubine Zhou was just a polite word.
These concubines in the harem came from the families of high-ranking officials and nobles, and were influenced by poetry, books and talents since childhood. Even if they did not have a genius, they could still speak loudly.
Jia Chen also made a fuss and said modestly with a smile:
"Empress Zhou has been too rewarded, but Empress is very talented and can be understood at all. If she studies it thoroughly, I am afraid that the empress will be the teacher soon."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Guiren covered his mouth and chuckled:
"Mr. Jia is not old, but this little mouth is so sweet!"
As soon as these words came out, Jia Chen's lips twitched slightly.
This week, noble people looked at me with spring in their eyes, as if they were throwing their eyes at themselves?
Is she trying to use a beauty trick?
What's going on?
It turns out that this is treating me as Prime Minister Cao?
But I don't like this.
Moreover, you are the concubine of Emperor Chongrui.
I am a birthday boy hanging himself, are you looking for death?
Why do you want to cuckold Emperor Chongrui?
Faced with the seduction of Zhou Guiren, Jia Chen was unmoved and smiled without saying a word.
Seeing Jia Chen's face calm, Concubine Zhou was unwilling to give up and asked with a smile:
"Jia Chen, have you ever married?"
As soon as these words came out, Jia Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.
As a concubine in the harem, Zhou Guiren actually asked such a frivolous question, and even when the man and the woman were alone and widowed, it was unscrupulous and unconventional.
Fortunately, no one was present in the hall at this time. Otherwise, if Emperor Chongrui found out, he might have mistakenly thought that he had an affair with Concubine Zhou.
Jia Chen shook his head and said calmly:
"I am still young, so I should focus on my studies and career progress at this time, and should not be burdened by my children's personal relationships."
Concubine Zhou chuckled:
"You are now when a young man knows Mu Shaoai. Isn't it a pity that you don't get close to a woman?"
Jia Chen was slightly shocked, "What a good guy, the more you talk about this week, the more you talk, the more you become more and more explicit!"