Chapter 12
Empress Changsun and Li Shimin have been married for many years. One look at Li Shimin's face and she knew that her husband was attracted by talents, so she suggested softly.
"Why didn't I want to, but it's a pity——"
It's a pity that he looks down on me a little.
Li Shimin sighed helplessly and patted the back of his wife's hand gently.
"No matter what, I must win him over!"
Li Shimin's eyes suddenly lit up with fighting spirit.
"Human beings have weaknesses, but if I can't, he can really see through the world of mortals at such a young age!"
"Your Majesty is wise..."
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Of course Wang Zi'an didn't know that he was already being remembered.
In fact, he didn't even know how to get into bed.
By the time I got up from the bed, it was already the morning of the next day.
When he opened his eyes in a daze, he felt a round, soft thing pressing against him on his back. He couldn't help being shocked, and he fished it out with his backhand.
Bright red, wrapped with gold thread and hung with colorful silk.
It's the big hydrangea falling from the sky!
"Tsk, tsk, you really can't tell by appearance. Although he looks a bit ugly, his embroidery work is really good! But didn't he give this thing to Lao Cheng? Why did he get under the quilt?"
Wang Zi'an scratched his head in confusion, sighed, and threw the hydrangea on the bedside.
Forget it, snatching hydrangea is a rare thing. Since Lao Cheng doesn't want it, let's keep it as a souvenir.
Stretching out his wrinkled clothes, Wang Zi'an walked out of the room.
The sky was gray, there was no sunshine, and the north wind blew through the treetops and passed through the eaves, making a whining sound.
"Is it going to snow?"
Wang Zi'an muttered and glanced at yesterday's battlefield. Looking at the mess on the ground, he was suddenly dumbfounded.
Was this a thief?
A large piece of vegetables was missing from the greenhouse, and a whole jar of secret cornel powder was missing from the kitchen. The most egregious thing was that the mandarin duck pot for hot pot was missing, and even the two chairs used for eating were missing. !
Know people, know faces, but don’t know hearts!
People's hearts are not ancient - not ancient is such a big deal, the conscience of ancient people is also eaten by dogs!
He sadly cleaned up the mess on the floor, and when he was changing his clothes, he discovered that he had a warm jasper finger ring and a fine mutton-fat white jade pendant in his pocket!
Which two guys seemed to have taken this thing off?
It should be worth two bucks, right?
After all, they are two wealthy businessmen who work outside the customs.
He looked at it carefully against the sunlight. The color was warm and moist, especially the ring finger. When he looked at it against the sunlight, there seemed to be a faint swimming dragon.
This thing doesn't have the same principle as a glass ball, right?
But it looks pretty!
Wang Zi'an tried to put it on his finger, tsk tsk, it's not bad, the size is just right!
As for the pendant hanging on his waist, he just threw it on the bed. It was so annoying hanging on his waist!
I'll sell it later when I have time. If it's a real thing, it can be sold for a few bucks, right?
It's not bad. As long as those two guys are not big liars, they should be able to make up for the loss this time. It's probably not too much of a loss.
He didn't know that just when he was thinking about whether to go back and sell the pendant, Cheng Yaojin woke up and was suffering from his wife's vicious complaints.
"You old thing, you don't take such a big thing as your daughter's marriage to your heart! You actually went to have a drink with someone, and you were so drunk that you were carried back - are there any fathers like you?"
"Do you know that now the whole Chang'an has spread that the hydrangea thrown by our girl was carried away by someone? The whole Chang'an is watching the joke of our old Cheng family - and you went to drink ——”
Mrs. Sun was so angry that she spat all over his face.
Cheng Yaojin looked aside and smiled apologetically.
"Madam, madam, don't be angry. It's my fault. Why don't you hit me twice to vent your anger? Don't be so angry that you get mad——"
As the guy said this, he took the initiative to take his old wife's little hand and lightly touched his face.
Mrs. Sun was angry and funny, so she pulled her hand back angrily.
"You old guy, how old are you? You're still so cheeky. You're not afraid of being laughed at by your servants—"
But when this guy made such a fuss, I couldn't express my anger anymore.
Cheng Yaojin glanced triumphantly at the old lady who was waiting and snickering.
"If you dare to laugh again, I will sell you all to the Jiaofang Division——"
"Master, I am fifty-six years old this year, and the tutoring department will not accept the money from anyone..."
The old servant who was waiting beside him was an old man brought by his wife Sun from her natal family. He was familiar with his master's temperament and was not afraid of him. He suppressed a smile and reminded him "in a friendly manner".
"If they dare not accept it, I will smash their Jiaofangsi... Hehe - Madam, come here, sit down, you are not in good health, you need to rest more..."
Mrs. Sun panted and sat down, and said in a sad tone.
"I often feel powerless these days. I'm afraid my death is not far away..."
"What nonsense are you talking about, madam? You just need to rest assured and take care of your health. We still have a lot of time to live in the future... What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you serve ginseng soup to your wife?"
Cheng Yaojin carefully tried the heat of the ginseng soup on his wife, with a hint of hidden guilt flashing in his eyes.
When the second child was born, Li Mi and Wang Shiyun were defeated in the decisive battle of Yanshi. In order to rescue Pei Xingyan, he was seriously injured. My wife was frightened, and because of the defeat at the time, she had to run around all night in the heavy rain, which hurt her roots.
Since then, his health has been in poor condition, and it has become worse day by day in the past two years. Even the imperial doctors in the palace are somewhat helpless.
"Old man, you don't need to comfort me. My family knows their own affairs. I know my body and bones. I'm afraid the day of death is really not far away——"
Mrs. Sun stretched out her hand to stop Cheng Yaojin's comfort, her tone was a little lonely.
"The two children, Chu Mo and Chu Liang, are good-natured, so I have nothing to worry about. Ying'er is a girl with a high spirit, which makes me worried all the time..."
Mrs. Sun took a breath and then continued.
"I don't know what kind of mistake this girl made. She refused to agree to a good marriage and insisted on throwing hydrangeas to attract her. I agreed to her. Who would have thought that something like this would happen again today, and someone would take the hydrangea with her? Ran……"
Cheng Yaojin felt inexplicably guilty when he thought of the embroidered ball that he had secretly stuffed into Wang Zi'an's bed. He secretly glanced at his wife and saw that she didn't pay attention to him, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively.
"Where's Ying'er? Are you okay?"
"I was dragged out by Aying to go shopping..."
Mrs. Sun sighed with some distress.
"This child is just preoccupied. I don't know what she is thinking about such a big thing. She seems to be nothing, but she is blocking people and preventing them from looking for her... I don't know which bastard snatched the hydrangea. Ran……"
