"Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches..."
"I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing!"
"Although this poem is an impromptu work, husband, 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 of women lies not on the outside, but on 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.
However, Yang Xiu's talent lies in 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 Cheng'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 his mouth and giggled. 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 well made. It's truly a work of art..." Liu He's eyes were filled with wonder.
Seeing this, Cai Yan 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 be 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 rises in the east and there are no clouds in the sky. This kind of weather is the best this winter. Early in the morning, Wei Cheng had breakfast under Cai Yan's service. What was lost and found was indeed the most precious thing.
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 go there 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 former appearance.
Wei Ting pouted, but did not deny it, and said shamelessly: "How do you think your husband's poem is, 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. Right." After some conversation, they found out 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 go directly to see 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 against 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're wise, hand over the princess and send us back to Chang'an. Otherwise, you'll have to 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 support the spirit." Huangfu Han frowned slightly. Although his intuition told him that Wei Jue's words were not trustworthy, 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 is with this income that the Huangfu family can gather a large number of people to put down the Yellow Turban rebels in the northwest.
Of course, he also understands a truth. A common man is not guilty of carrying a jade. 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 is now just a young general guarding the tomb. Back then, my father, Huangfu Song, had great achievements and offended many courtiers. Otherwise, he would not have been framed and was abandoned by the royal family.
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 looked up at Wei Jue, frowned and said, "Are you really going to let me go?" Wei Jue chuckled, acquiescing.
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: "As expected, 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 guard on the side: "Send them away, you idiots. He's already a prisoner and he's 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."
