Koi Abandoned Wife: Good Luck, Today and Leaving

Tanlang, who was sitting in the carriage, was recalling the sweetness just now.But at this moment, a voice sounded in his heart: "Stay away from her! Do you even want to kill her?"

He thought of his queen mother, the God of War, his father who pretended to be deaf and mute, his cruel stepmother and her vicious son.

They were all dead, whether he wanted to or not.

Is he really, as the prophecies say, a person born with an ominous nature and doomed to live a lonely life?
If divination is not accurate, why are they not here?

If it was correct...he didn't dare to think about it again.The voice in my heart is getting louder and more frequent, like a curse.He held his head in pain, shouted "Ah", and then pushed the golden sandalwood table down.

Desserts, melons and fruits were scattered all over the table, with juices splashing everywhere.The bright red juice mixed with the broken pulp slipped from the white porcelain plate, like a mouth opening wider and wider.That mouth turned from a warning, to an accusation, and finally to a howl.

The exquisite patterns carved on the table repeat themselves in circles.It seems to imply the reincarnation of fate.The exotic tapestry was hooked with circles of ovals, real or imaginary. To him at the moment, they seemed like round eyes, staring at him indifferently, leaving him nowhere to turn. escape.

He got up and came out and said to the coachman: "Burn the coach."

"Here!" the coachman promised, but his heart was bleeding: What a good car!

Not to mention how much effort was spent on this carriage from the selection of wood to the craftsmanship, but the cushions in the carriage were either made of the best brocade or wool tapestry specially made by merchants from the Western Regions.Even the inconspicuous straps hanging on the four corners of the carriage were made by the best embroiderers in the south of the Yangtze River.

It can be said that none of the carriages owned by the emperor's relatives is so luxurious.But he knew that his master was just such a person. If anything went wrong, he would replace them all.

The coachman then thought, the master has so many assets, why should he be frugal?He has also seen those wealthy people sending boxes of gold and silver to girls' rooms, just to win their favor.You don’t know how much money a brothel in Guangdu City can earn, right?

Even if the master buys a car every day, I'm afraid he won't be able to spend it all when he gets old. Why should he worry about it?It's better to be honest and do things according to the master's requirements.After all, none of the coachmen outside are treated as well as those who drive for their master.

Next to the stables, there were three identical carriages parked.The coachman pointed out one of them to the maid: "Thank you for your hard work, maid. This one has smaller wheels and is completely sufficient for driving in the capital."

"Hey, I wouldn't have noticed it even if you didn't tell me. They are really different!" The maid woman was lively and took a closer look.

"Yeah! Only those of us who drive all the time can notice the difference. Before we came to the capital from Jiangnan, the distance was long and the ground was uneven. So we drove the one on the left with big wheels and a high frame. This kind of car is not prone to bumps."

"Oh! I never knew this before! Now that you tell me, I actually think driving is fun!"

The coachman's interest was aroused, and his tone contained three parts disdain, three parts regret, and four parts showoff:

"Hey! What's this? If it weren't for the restraints of etiquette, with our master's financial resources, we don't know how good these cars can be!"

Yes, he wanted to stay, not only because of the good salary, but also because of the cars.You can't drive such a good car anywhere else, and you can't afford those pure-blooded horses!

Thanks for reading, thanks for liking~Love comes from the big one~