"What's the rare thing?"
When Zeng Xuezhi heard the question, he forgot his shyness and began to think carefully in his mind.
When she was a child, her father Zeng Yu liked to tell stories to the family. Tell them about things they have encountered, seen, or rare things.
Zeng Xuezhi is good at painting. Whenever he hears it, the things his father describes will come to life on the page.
Sometimes her painting was not good or wrong, and her father would correct her with his own hands.
This also improved her painting skills to a great extent.
But after she married far away, she almost never saw her father again.
She is thirty-three years old and has been married to Shezhou for seventeen years. In the first two years after she got married, her father came to see her every year to see how she was doing.
After that, he never came again.
Not even a handwritten letter came to her again.
Every letter home to her was written by her brother. The number is also very small, almost only one letter every year.
Zeng Xuezhi didn't find it strange either.
Because his father likes running around all over the place too much, and he also likes to run around with his family. Not having time to write a letter is also the intended meaning of the question.
Just thinking about it now: it feels vaguely weird.
When her father wrote letters, he would always mention those rare things to her. Or flowers, or grass, or bark, or stones, etc.
But since fifteen years ago, when her father stopped visiting her and there were only letters from her brother, the letters never mentioned those things.
Zeng Xuezhi thought about it and couldn't remember it, so she shook her head slightly and said: "I can't remember clearly what happened when I was a child. Two years after we got married, my father stopped talking to me about those things.
If you hadn't asked, I wouldn't have realized that I haven't paid attention to those things for a long time. "
When Dai Zhongming saw his wife's sad face, he changed the topic again.
"There is always a clear and elegant fragrance on Madam's body. After passing by, the fragrance can still linger for a long time, which shows that her fragrance is special. I heard the maid Xiaohong say: You personally prepared the fragrance, can you take it seriously?"
Hearing this, Zeng Xuezhi turned her head and glanced at him strangely, and said with a chuckle: "You are a knight and a dignified man, how come you are interested in spices?"
Dai Zhongming's cheeks turned red when he was asked.
Very red.
He lowered his head and took two steps back behind Zeng Xuezhi's chair.
Avoiding her gaze, he replied in a low voice: "If I could... I, I would, I would like to personally collect the raw materials for you, madam, and then make the mixture for you with my own hands. I imagine you bringing... it's wonderful and comforting." Life."
Zeng Xuezhi stood up with a snap.
He left in a hurry, and finally ran back to his main courtyard almost by running.
Her face was also incredibly red and incredibly hot.
She had long been aware of Dai Zhongming's affection for her. It’s just that she never belonged to the other person, and the other person was still stubborn after she explicitly rejected her...
She just found it difficult to resist.
But he couldn't drive him away.
After all, the other party has a life-saving grace with her. He also prevented her from being disturbed by the governor many times.
She couldn't let the other party go, and the other party didn't want to leave either. If this continues, what should we do?
Her husband...
His whereabouts are still unknown, and his life or death is uncertain.
At this time, I heard a servant coming to report that a distinguished guest had arrived.
Are there any distinguished guests?
Zeng Xuezhi was stunned.
Guests who come to the door without handing over the door-sign are considered uninvited guests.
Any uninvited guest has no good intentions.
Now that he is the only mistress in the Lin Mansion, what kind of guests will come to visit?
Zeng Xuezhi wanted to refuse.
Then the concierge reported back: "The visitor is said to be the protagonist in the master's story. The old slave didn't understand what he meant, but he must be a close friend of the master, so he invited the distinguished guest to the flower hall to wait."
The words behind the concierge were said to Zeng Xuezhi's back.
As soon as Zeng Xuezhi heard the previous sentence, she already held up her skirt and rushed out of the house.
Her husband only wrote one person's story.
Di Ying, Master Di is here!
Zeng Xuezhi completely forgot what etiquette was, and ran straight into the flower hall, holding on to the chair on the left, stroking her chest, panting, and felt her heart beating like a drum.
When Lord Di arrives, he will find his husband.
Di Ying looked at Mrs. Lin who ran in like a gust of wind and bowed her hands in greeting.
"Mrs. Lin is fine."
Only then did Zeng Xuezhi realize that she had lost etiquette, and quickly clasped her hands and bent down: "I am Zeng, and I have met Lord Di."
Di Yingxu raised his hand to signal the other party to stand up.
Just as he was about to say something, Mrs. Lin exclaimed: "Is it you?"
Only then did Zeng Xuezhi see Master Di's appearance clearly and couldn't help but exclaim.
She never thought that the young man who once saved Er Niu and cured Er Niu was actually the long-famous Lord Di Yingdi.
Di Ying smiled and nodded: "I'm lucky to have met you once. How is Erniu's kid?"
"Okay, okay, I have gained a lot of weight and become stronger. I have taken him and a few of his friends back. Mr. Di, do you want to meet him?"
Zeng Xuezhi answered in a panic, a little at a loss.
When she was in the Salesian Division, she was still unhappy because of this young man's criticism...
I feel like I really have no face to see anyone.
Di Ying saw the other party's embarrassment, smiled casually, and directly stated his purpose.
"I'm not here because of you, but because of the disappearance of your husband, Mr. Lin. You can sit down with peace of mind first, and then tell me one by one about all the unusual things that you can think of before and after your husband's disappearance. Come."
Sure enough, she came here for her husband!
Zeng Xuezhi was excited again.
He was so excited that he said incoherently: "No need to sit down, no need to sit down, I will just say it now. My husband, there was nothing abnormal before he disappeared."
Regarding this, I have actually gone back and forth and recalled it in detail countless times, and there really is nothing unusual about it.
It was at midnight (07:00) on November 12th last year. Just like in the past, he said goodbye to his concubine and went out to see Maoshang Yamen.
He never came back after that. That goodbye was the last time I saw him.
Later, later I sent people to look for him everywhere.
When I went to the government office to inquire, the people in the government office said that they had not seen him that day.
I followed his daily route to the Yamen and asked him from house to house.
No one claimed to have seen him. I even asked the gatekeepers at the four gates of the county, but they all said they had never seen him.
The concubine was so anxious that she didn’t know what to do. She even left the city and went to the surrounding villages to inquire. No, no, still no.
It was like he disappeared into thin air.
I went far away that night, it was too late to return to the city, and I encountered bad people. It was a knight from the rivers and lakes who rescued me and escorted me back to my house.
The concubine was grateful for his life-saving grace and invited him to stay in the guest courtyard of the mansion. He is also helping me to look for her husband.
But still not found. Several months have passed, and I am really desperate. You, you are here, you are finally here..."
