"Auntie, please give me the money first. I'm tired and need to rest."
Cheng Ting pretended to yawn, picked up the teacup, and took a few sips.
However, as soon as Mrs. Cheng heard the eldest sister of the Cheng family mention the word "careful", she stopped spending money.
She hugged her beloved son tightly: "My dear son, this is a critical moment, so don't let up. Things like eating, drinking and having fun will wait until spring is over. You are not allowed to go out before entering the capital. Yue Yinniang has also saved it for you..."
All the tea in Cheng Ting's mouth spurted out.
The tea goddess scattered flowers, part of it sprayed from the mouth to the ground, part of it choked into the nose and flowed out from the nostrils.
"Cough cough cough..." He choked and coughed in disbelief, hunched over and covering his mouth. His face turned as red as Guan Gong when he coughed, and tears welled up in his eyes.
The maid on the side quickly stepped forward, took out a handkerchief, wiped his tears from his face, put away the tea, and changed the tea cup for Cheng Ting.
Mrs. Cheng rubbed his back: "There is plenty of tea, why are you drinking in such a hurry?"
Cheng Ting coughed so hard that he almost lost his breath. He finally stopped coughing, regained his composure, and said intermittently: "I cough."
He glanced at the eldest sister of the Cheng family and knew that he was no match at this time, so he slipped down from the chair, raised his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Auntie, my son is going to rest first."
Mrs. Cheng said quickly: "Go ahead. Tomorrow I will ask grandma to ask you to come to my room to study."
The eldest sister of the Cheng family covered her mouth and said with a smile: "It's better to go to dad's study to study."
Cheng Ting couldn't scold the eldest sister, so he could only leave in a hurry, fearing that if he stayed for a moment longer, the eldest sister of the Cheng family would say something harmful to him again.
He left the yard and walked halfway when he suddenly remembered that he had not told Mrs. Cheng that after the kumquats were soaked in honey, he would leave a portion for Mo Lingfeng.
This thing is so sweet that only these women like to eat it.
He turned back again. No one who was waiting in the yard was busy, and no one was seen guarding the corridor. Cheng Ting walked to the stone steps, but before he entered, he heard the word "marriage" said inside.
He immediately stopped, clenched his fist, and said to himself: "Cheng Suning! You want to persuade your mother to propose marriage to me again! I won't marry you, I will make you mad!"
It said again: "Although this child is still young, it is time to show her. If there is a suitable one, let her keep an eye on it."
"Yes, otherwise she would be bullying anyone in her family, and she would dare to interfere with all kinds of monsters and monsters."
"That Sunzhou Judgment..."
As soon as Cheng Ting heard the word "young", he knew it was not him. When he heard it again, he realized it was Mo Lingfeng.
He frowned in confusion, pursed his lips and listened carefully, then his eyebrows stood up and his eyes became angry.
A nun led two maids to get a knife and kumquats. She saw Cheng Ting leaving and coming back. She was about to invite him in when she saw Cheng Ting turned around and left.
"What's wrong, Third Master?"
"have no idea."
Cheng Ting has small eyes, and no matter how angry he is, outsiders can't tell clearly.
He rushed back to Wanleju angrily, sat down on the bed, lay back, turned over, sat up suddenly, spread out the paper with ink, picked up the pen and wrote three invitations, and saw the ink marks on them. He didn't do it anyway, so he leaned over and blew hard.
After drying the ink, he folded the three posts and folded them in his hands. He walked to the door and looked at the sky.
It's not dark yet.
Why isn't it dark yet?
He hated the fact that it was getting dark late, so he called Pang Dahai over and handed him a greeting card: "Send one to Wang Jingha, one to Sun Jing, and one to Bi Si. Invite them to dinner and say I am in Jeju. I’ve heard about Chun Wei, so I can’t write it on the greeting card, so I told them to come by all means.”
Fatty Dahai nodded in agreement.
Cheng Ting added: "Go to Qingbei Yanguan and book a table. Ask for the best."
Pang Dahai carefully reminded his master: "Third Master, I won't let you hang up your account."
"I said I wanted to put his debt on his account?" Cheng Ting glared, "quietly told the shopkeeper that Wang Zhizhou's account will be on his account, so are we still afraid that he will default on his son's food?"
Pang Dahai thought that Wang Zhizhou would not default on his debt, but he would file a lawsuit.
If Cheng Taishan finds out, this young man will inevitably be beaten.
But Cheng Ting believed that he had Mrs. Cheng's amulet and was not afraid of Cheng Taishan's slap. He leaned over and whispered in Pang Dahai's ear: "It's these three, ask them all to come. I will set up a banquet to thank them some other time." "
Pang Dahai smelled the smell of making trouble, but he was loyal and did not hesitate. He picked up the post and left.
Cheng Ting changed into a soap-colored long gown with a round neck and narrow sleeves, and a futou. He squatted in the room and looked at the incense. As soon as the hour passed, he went out immediately.
it's getting dark.
It gets dark without warning, as if the night has suddenly pulled down, and there is a sharp crescent moon and a few sparse stars hanging on the sky, all of which are a cold scene.
Cheng Ting bribed the big yellow dog with a piece of meat pie and led the dog out of the house. The door didn't know that Mrs. Cheng had planned to ground her beloved son. When she saw it was Mr. Cheng, she opened the door immediately. Before the door was closed, Cheng Ting heard Scolding the dog: "Cheng Suning! Is it time to poop now? Hurry up!"
The name sounded vaguely familiar to the disciple, and then he suddenly remembered that it was the maiden name of the eldest daughter of the Cheng family. He was immediately frightened, closed the door with a bang, covered his ears, and said to himself: "My third master, is your eldest sister still alive?" Not leaving yet."
After Cheng Ting scolded the big yellow dog, he tightened the reins tightly to prevent it from diving into the mud, and dove into the night.
Wang Jinghua, Sun Jing, and the fourth son of the Bi family also rode horses to Yuhua Street in the dark.
Bi Laosi is also fourteen years old, but he is not as tall as Mo Lingfeng. He is as fat as a pot-bellied yellow sand vat. He has not been to Yuhua Street yet, but today he can finally open his eyes and he can't help but be happy. , with a face full of excitement.
Wang Jinghua asked him contemptuously: "Fourth brother, when did you hook up with Cheng San? You didn't even attend Qiu Wei, and he actually wanted to tell you what news about Chun Wei."
Bi Laosi did not dare to have anything to do with Cheng Ting, so he shook his head and said, "Cheng San and I have never spoken."
Sun Jing said from the side: "If he has any news about Chunwei, even if he does, he will tell Wu Jin. Why would he tell us? I think this is the Hongmen Banquet, and the person who comes is not good."
"Huh, no matter it's true or false, you can't miss it. What if he really has news and wants our help?" Wang Jinghua's nostrils turned upward, "Besides, I'm so afraid of him!"
He said he was not afraid, but in fact he was fully prepared and carried a fire stick with him. Whenever Cheng Ting was not good for him, he would knock Cheng Ting's teeth all over the floor.
When they arrived at the Qingbei Yan Museum on Yuhua Street, Cheng Ting was already waiting at the gate. When he saw the three of them, he smiled like a spring breeze: "Hey, you three are here, please come in quickly."
As for the big yellow dog, I don’t know where he was hidden.
The more he smiles like this, the more suspicious Wang Jinghua becomes, convinced that Cheng Ting can't do anything good.
He turned over and dismounted, held the fire stick tightly, and smiled with a crooked mouth: "Cheng San, what are you doing? Do you want to avenge the cake seller?"
