Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

Naturally, Wu Yueniang didn't come here by herself, but brought the housekeeper, four or five servants, and brought the carriage from the house.

Seeing Wu Yueniang's monstrous aura, the landlord of the rich mansion also obediently got rid of the guy with a swollen face like a pig's head, and he didn't have any brains to charge any meal money.

Anyway, this wealthy building is no different from the one opened by Zhuzhi County, and Zhuzhi County has taken enough from Ximenqing. Since Zhuzhi County has no special confession, the owner of course will not stop it.

As soon as she got out of the mansion, before getting into the carriage, Wu Yueniang's silver face turned into a black face: "Get in the carriage!"

Ximen Qing glanced at the obedient woman in the novel, and suddenly felt a sense of disgust from time to time in his memory, and this feeling was not brought about by his time travel, but Ximen Qing already had it. This made Ximenqing feel a sense of isolation from Wu Yueniang.

Following the butler's greeting, the two-wheeled carriage walked steadily on the bluestone-paved street, with almost no bumps.

In the carriage, Wu Yueniang and Ximen Qing sat side by side, their faces still as dark as frost: "Tell me, what's going on with that Pan Jinlian on Zishi Street?"

"Pan Jinlian?" Ximen Qing finally came to his senses. It was not because Wu Yueniang came out to take her home to recuperate because she heard that she had an old illness, but because she heard that she and Pan Jinlian were somewhat confused, so she couldn't bear it. Live from home to ask the most.

It is said that Ximenqing is the top tyrant in Qinghe County, the so-called "leader who beats his wife, leader who demotes women", but the fact in front of him now is that Wu Yueniang is scolding herself with a straight face.

Only then did Ximen Qing know how the disgust in his memory came from. This Wu Yueniang was two-faced and three-faced, one way in front of others, and the other behind her. It's not good to treat Wu Yueniang if this marriage is settled.

So although Ximenqing and Wu Yueniang are husband and wife at home, they seldom live together, let alone their relationship, so Ximenqing's previous practice was to see it as pure, and I can hide it if I can't provoke it.

But now Wu Yueniang is still the same Wu Yueniang, and Ximen Qing is no longer the same Ximen Qing as before.

Facing Wu Yueniang, who was extremely lacking in sexual life and had a dark complexion, Ximen Qing said indifferently: "Ma'am, I don't know something. I suffered from an old disease since I was a child, and I became dizzy and unable to move. Then Pan Jinlian also kindly helped, Ma'am But it's too much!"

"Old illness?" Wu Yueniang let out a heart-piercing and strange laugh: "My Yueniang has not been short since she came to your house, and I have never seen you tell me that you have any old illness, let alone an attack. , do you think my mother is a three-year-old child, and she can be bluffed by just saying anything?"

"Besides, the street is full of people, who is not good for that bitch to hit with a bamboo pole to support the window, but why did he hit you on the head?"

"It's good for you, you just fell to the ground! Are you made of paper or mud? A bamboo pole weighs no more than three or two, and you can beat a big man to the ground?"

"The streets are full of rumors, who will believe it!" Wu Yueniang looked excited, baring her teeth and claws, shaking all over her body.

Ximenqing flicked his sleeves, reached out to hold the mutton fat jade pendant, and started to play with it. He was indifferent to Wu Yueniang's performance this time, and was not even interested in replying. He just looked into Wu Yueniang's eyes, as if he wanted to understand something.

"You're talking..." Wu Yueniang saw that Ximenqing was like a bottomless quagmire. Not to mention throwing money down, there was no fluctuation at all. Instead, she felt hairy. There was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Could it be that thing that let him know?" Wu Yueniang became a little puzzled after being stared at, but immediately denied her thoughts: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, only God knows that thing, and he knows it all day long." It’s impossible to know if you’re fooling around outside.”

Wu Yueniang pretended to be angry, turned her back, and burst into tears after a while.

Crying, making trouble, and hanging himself three times, this method is indeed a fine tradition of Chinese women.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ximen Qing's mouth, and he was still playing with the suet jade pendant without stopping.

"Ma'am, do you have something to say to me?"

"Brother, there's a commotion inside." The boy sitting in front of the carriage heard Wu Yueniang crying inside, and lowered his voice to the housekeeper who was bending over to drive the carriage himself.

The butler was expressionless and concentrated on looking at the road ahead, as if he hadn't heard this sentence at all, the servant retracted angrily, and then the butler said slowly: "In Ximen's house, just do your own thing well. "

"Don't talk too much, be careful that the master has skinned you." The butler's voice was also cold.

The young servant didn't know what he remembered, he couldn't help shivering, and leaned back with his legs clamped tightly, and stopped talking.

When Wu Yueniang heard this, she turned around abruptly, and there were mottled tears on her face: "Talk? What are you talking about? You fool around outside all day long, and you don't get along with me. This Ximen mansion is full of me." Yueniang insisted. Think about it carefully, how can I be sorry for you?"

"My life is bitter..." Wu Yueniang cried two more loudly. Ximenqing knew that he couldn't speak at this time, tilted his head and looked at Wu Yueniang, and suddenly remembered who said a famous saying: "Woman It makes no sense."

Ximenqing was made to cry and make a fuss by Wu Yueniang, but one thing was confirmed: Wu Yueniang must have done something unscrupulous behind her back.Because judging from Wu Yueniang's crying, it was thunder and rain with little rain, and there was a trace of panic in her eyes. At the same time, she covered her face and cried while secretly observing herself.

"I'm afraid they secretly posted a lot of money to her natal family." Ximen Qing thought about it.

Wu Yueniang was in charge of all the money in the family before. In my memory, Ximenqing seldom intervened, and Wu Yueniang was also in charge of the account books. It was as ridiculous as a part-time cashier and accountant.

Ximen Qing didn't even say a word, Wu Yueniang couldn't figure out what Ximen Qing was thinking, the crying gradually stopped, she wiped it with her sleeve randomly, and still turned her back to look outside.

"Open the gate!" With the steward's loud shout, the carriage had already arrived at the gate, and the servants inside hurriedly opened the gate. The steward jumped out of the carriage and led the servants to the side of the carriage: "Master! Ma'am! Home! Already!"

When the door of the carriage opened, Wu Yueniang got out first, and then thoughtfully helped Ximen Qing out of the car. Still in the shape of a small bird, she said delicately: "Master, it's windy outside, go in quickly."

Ximen Qing coughed twice, put on a posture, and walked in with three swaying steps. Wu Yueniang helped Ximen Qing very kindly, followed by the housekeeper and a group of servants.

Seeing this scene, the young man sitting in front of the carriage sighed, and thought to himself: "The rich can pretend!" Shaking his head, he drove the carriage to the backyard.

"Master, go sit in Yueniang's room." Wu Yueniang's voice was so sweet that she could drink it directly as sugar water.

"No need." Ximen Qing's attitude was very decisive, but his tone was more polite: "I have some things to think about, Yue Niang, you go back first."

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and Ximen Qing turned around and went directly to the study.

Wu Yueniang stood there for a while, stomped her feet, and went back to her room by herself.

There are two servants serving the study room, one is Shutonger and the other is Huatonger. When they saw their master coming, they rushed into the study room.

Seeing that these two boys were only twelve or thirteen years old, Ximen Qing could not help but lament the backwardness of the feudal society.

Fortunately, I didn't transmigrate into a servant, not every servant can meet Bai Haichan.

Seeing that my master actually came to the study room today to read books, both Shu Tonger and Hua Tonger couldn't believe their eyes. You must know that the master used the study room as a place for trysts in the past, and the two of them often saw Something that shouldn't be seen.

Ximen Qing saw doubts in the eyes of the two servants, and asked Shu Tonger to offer a cup of fragrant tea, asked Hua Tonger to grind the ink, and told them to go out and not disturb him.

The two young men bowed respectfully and then retreated out respectfully. After Wu Yueniang cried and made a fuss, Ximenqing lost all alcohol, rubbed his temples, sat on the grand teacher's chair and began to seriously think about life.

A lot of things really need to be sorted out.While Ximen Qing was thinking, he picked up a brush and drew on the rice paper. This is a habit he brought over. When thinking about things, he always needs to use his hands and brains to smooth things out.

Although Taiji Bai has been run to death, every year the herbal medicine shop will squeeze out four more old wild ginseng to offer to Zhuzhi County, not to mention other precious nourishing medicinal materials. no?

Of course, there is also the three hundred guan that I need to honor as a county lieutenant. In the past three years, the Qing magistrate has [-] snowflakes, and there is no fraud at all.

The guy from Zhuzhi County asked Wu Song to go out to do errands, and Ximen Qing vaguely remembered that he was also offering sacrifices to Tokyo. In this world, without money, nowhere will work.

Calculated before seeing the profit, I threw a few hundred pens into it first, so it seems to be a bit of a loss.

However, Ximenqing is quite satisfied with being Wu Song's immediate boss. After all, Wu Song is also the object of his admiration, and he did not cross over in vain.

This kind of meaning is equivalent to suddenly discovering that Jay Chou is his servant, and he can sing at the banquet if he has nothing to do, what a face!

Ximen Qing's mind was spinning fast, and he kept writing or drawing on the rice paper, jotting down all the ways to make money he thought of.

Hundreds of years of advancement is really extraordinary, I can make a lot of money with just any idea.

I don't know how long it took, Ximen Qing saw that his graffiti used up three sheets of rice paper, and then he put down the brush in satisfaction and re-examined it.

Well, except for the ugly words, the three sheets are full of golden ideas!