Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 306 Jinbao Complains (2 more)
After lunch, Wen Wan took Jinbao back to the room to change clothes, and Song Wei ordered Lin Bo to set up the car.

In order to facilitate traveling, Wen Wan specially chose a small jacket with narrow sleeves.

It was a hot day outside, and the light blue color on her body made people look cool and refreshing.

Standing in front of the gate, Song Wei saw two figures, one big and one small, slowly walking towards him, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction suddenly surged in his heart.

When Wen Wan approached, Song Wei smiled, "Where are you planning to go?"

"Go to the lake." After Wen Wan finished speaking, she didn't forget to ask the man for his opinion, "What do you think, Mr. Xiang?"

Song Wei nodded: "Today is your big day, so what you say is what you say."

Wen Wan smiled, "Although it's my birthday, our focus today is on our son. It's too incompetent for parents to miss his two birthdays." The voice became softer, "Jinbao, do you think what mother said is right?"

The grown-ups spoke longer sentences, but Jin Bao couldn't understand them. Seeing his mother looking at him, he made two ah-ah, and dealt with it very perfunctorily.

Anyway, no matter what he said, he knew that after changing into new clothes, he was going out to play.

Every time he took him to the street, the little guy was extremely excited, and it was the same today.

Seeing her son's cunning reaction, Wen Wan felt amused in her heart, and wanted to carry him into the carriage, but Jin Bao pointed to the footstool, meaning that he wanted to go by himself and not be held by anyone.

Wen Wan expressed doubts, "It's so high, can you go up?"

Jin Bao withdrew his little hand from his mother's hand, and walked towards the footstool. He couldn't take big steps, so he used his hands and feet to climb up step by step, and finally climbed onto the shaft of the car, and then stood awkwardly and slowly. Get up, and then let out a sigh of relief, obviously tired.

Wen Wan and Song Wei glanced at each other, they couldn't hide their love for their son, and the couple quickly followed.

Sitting Jin Bao on the middle seat, he said gently to Lin Bo outside: "Go to Mirror Lake."

Jinghu Lake is located in the west of the city. It is named after "a boat is like floating in the sky, and people are like walking in a mirror".

Rows of weeping willows are planted beside the long embankment, and there is a pavilion for tourists to rest at a certain distance.

When the family of three arrived, there were tourists in every pavilion, Wen Wan didn't want to stay with others, so she didn't plan to go up.

Looking around, I saw a stall selling sour plum soup not far away.

It's too hot, Wen Wan suggested to drink a bowl of sour plum soup first, and then rent a boat to swim in the lake.

Song Wei had no objection, and the couple pulled Jinbao from left to right and headed towards the stall.

Considering that Jinbao is still young, Wen Wan only ordered two bowls of sour plum soup.

When it was delivered, she wanted to feed it to Jin Bao, but Song Wei scooped up half a spoon and fed it to the little guy's mouth.

The little guy stuck out his tongue and felt the sour taste, with a weird expression on his face.

Wen Wan asked him, "Can I have a drink?"

Jin Bao shook his head, he doesn't like sour ones, he likes sweet ones.

Wen Wan asked the proprietress again for a bowl of sweet soup.

Although there is no such condition to use it iced, it is cold no matter what, fearing that Jinbao would drink too much and get upset, Wen Wan only fed three spoonfuls, after three spoonfuls, no matter how much the little guy drools, she will not let him drink, put down the bowl , paid the money and went directly to rent the boat.

After noon, the sun is not too hot, and occasionally there is a breeze, bringing a slight coolness.

There are several painting boats and small wooden boats docked on the shore of the lake, which are specially used for lake tours.

Song Wei rented a small wooden boat according to Wen Wan's request, and waved towards this side.

Wen Wan took her son and walked over, and after standing still, she asked the little guy, "Does Jinbao want to take a boat?"

Jin Bao glanced at the boat docked on the shore in bewilderment.

Wen Wan said again: "There are a lot of fish in it!"

When Jinbao heard about Yuyu, he became excited.

"Come on, mother will carry you up." Wen Wan bent down, picked up her son easily, let him lie on her shoulders, and then carefully stepped on the bluestone steps to the small wooden boat.

The boat was not too big, and it was just right for a family of three to sit on, and there were mats on the boat.

After Wen Wan sat down, she put her son in front of her, keeping her hands on his sides to prevent the little guy from falling in suddenly.

"Are you ready?" On the other side, Song Wei had already taken the oars.

She nodded gently, "Let's go, let's swim to the other side, go there and have a look before coming back."

It was the first time to row a boat, which stumped Mr. Song, who was proud of his officialdom, and the small wooden boat turned several times in the same place.

Wen Wan didn't smile out of face, but Jin Bao seemed to feel that the boat hadn't left, and she quacked silly.

On another small boat next to it, the oar was a boy about seven or eight years old. The other party was skillfully holding the oar, and slowly rowed past them, with a look of complacency in his eyes.

Song Wei's temperament has always been stable, and he has never been competitive with others, but today, probably because he was despised by a child in front of his wife and children, he rarely showed his stubborn side, and he had a tendency to not row the boat away Never give up posture.

However, he didn't really regard that child as an opponent. Even in the face of such a predicament, while working hard, there was still a faint smile on his handsome face, so that no one would think that he was overwhelmed.

After a while, Song Wei, who had figured out the way, finally rowed the boat away and headed for the opposite bank.

The willows are green and the lake is long.

Men paddle and row boats with their wives and children on the lake, which has become a unique scenery on Jinghu Lake.

When I got to the other side, I found someone setting up a porcelain doll on the street.

The workmanship of porcelain dolls is not too exquisite, but there are many people who play with them, and one penny is a circle, whoever wins the suit takes whichever, and if they fail to win the suit, they are blind.

Before Wen Wan could speak, Jin Bao pointed to one of the porcelain dolls and said he wanted it.

She looked at the man next to her.

Song Wei patted his son's head, left for a while, and came back after a while, with ten more circles on his hand.

Wen Wan said: "I have five, you have five, let's see who has more sets."

Song Wei dialed five circles for her.

Wen Wan took it, bent her body to adjust the angle, aimed at the ceramic doll that was nearby, and threw the wicker ring in her hand, but it only hit the ceramic doll's head before it popped out, missing it.

Unwilling to be reconciled, Wen Wan threw away the second and third...

Until the end of five, none of them were set.

Her face was a little hot, and she muttered: "The circle is so small, and the location is calculated in advance, how can it be so easy to get caught?"

After hearing this, Song Wei smiled and gave her the five circles in his hand, "Try again?"

"I don't want it." Wen Wan didn't answer, and suddenly said: "I want to see you do it."

Song Wei generously admitted, "I'm not good at this."

"You haven't even thrown hoops yet, so how do you know you're not good at it?" The more he was wrong, the more she wanted to see it, probably because of her balance, she always felt that she couldn't make a fool of herself alone.

Song Wei said, "Then I'll throw it away, you can't blame me if it doesn't work."

Wen Wan pursed her lips and smiled, what she wanted was that he couldn't catch him.

Song Wei chose a good angle and threw one quickly, but he missed it.

The wicker ring is too light, and it is difficult to grasp the strength accurately. This is a way for the stall owner to collect money before setting up the stall, but the people who come here are all for entertainment, and no one will pay for a few pennies if they don’t win. Dispute.

Seeing that his father and mother couldn't catch him, Jinbao became anxious, took a circle from his father, and threw it at the porcelain doll he had his eyes on.

The little guy exerted brute force, the wicker ring swayed on the porcelain doll's head a few times, and slipped down.

Two adults plus one is not as good as a two-year-old milk doll.

The stall owner saw that the two men had extraordinary manners, so he didn't dare to laugh, so he hurriedly took out the porcelain doll, handed it to the milk doll respectfully, and praised him, "This young master's technique is really accurate, maybe he will be a sharpshooter in the future! "

Jin Bao didn't know what the stall owner said, so he happily took the porcelain doll and held it in his arms.

When it was time to set up the zodiac dolls at the next booth, the little guy threw the porcelain dolls straight away, staring at the monkeys and refusing to let them go. This time it was Song Wei who got the dolls, so he saved face from the previous game.

……

As soon as she saw something delicious and fun, the little guy was good at picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons. After shopping around here, Wen Wan had a bunch of things in her hands, and she bought a bamboo basket to carry it inside. The little guy walked a lot, and finally stood still because of the pain in his feet.

It was inconvenient for Wen Wan to carry the bamboo basket in her hand, so Song Wei squatted down, picked up her son, and rented a boat again to row back.

After returning home at night, Mrs. Song asked the little guy, "What did Jinbao do today?"

Jin Bao said, "Walk around."

Wen Wan was drinking tea, and almost couldn't hold back the spout.

Song Wei corrected him, "It's a ring."

Jin Bao shook his head, "Walk in circles, daddy circles."

Song Wei: "..."

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The Heifengshan bandit case is ongoing. When the Metropolitan Procuratorate tried the case, He Yumei also told the presiding judge, Zuodu Yushi, that the people under her command had long since abandoned evil and pursued goodness. The mountain's secrets are revealed.

Zuodu Yushi had a headache for two days, but still reported the matter to Emperor Guangxi.

Emperor Guangxi asked: "Is there a secret in Heifeng Mountain?"

Zuodu Yushi said: "Their leader, He Yumei, said that there is something in Heifeng Mountain that is related to the survival of the Great Chu. As long as the emperor agrees to let them go and promises not to settle accounts after the fall, she will tell the secret."

Emperor Guangxi glanced at Zuodu Censor, "You also believe this?"

It's just a dying man uttering wild words in order to save his life.

Can the thousands of miles of land and mountains of the Great Chu Dynasty be ruined because of a single sentence from the bandit leader?
It's a big joke!
Zuodu Yushi choked, "The old minister just thought that it is necessary to report this matter to the emperor."

Emperor Guangxi waved his hand, "It can be imagined how cunning this group of people are who have been able to occupy the mountain as king for so many years and have not been wiped out. If the order is passed on, the trial process will be strictly carried out. Those who should be beheaded and those who should be exiled will be exiled. Chief Justice, please don't make a joke about being led by the nose by a woman."

After being damaged by Emperor Guangxi, Zuodu Yushi could only resign with a blushing old face.

……

In less than half a month, the process of this case was completed. Among the 46 captured bandits, some were sentenced to death and some were sentenced to exile.

As the leader of Heifeng Mountain, He Yumei didn't struggle when she went to Xingtai, and she didn't cry out for injustice. She looked very calm, and she didn't look like someone who was about to die at all.

The place of beheading was outside the Meridian Gate, and the time for the condemned prisoners to start their journey was the same, at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Wei took advantage of his lunch break and arrived at the Meridian Gate before [-]:[-] p.m.

The execution platform was already full of bandits wearing prison uniforms kneeling, and He Yumei was in the middle, looking particularly eye-catching because of her calmness that was not afraid of life and death.

The supervisor and beheader is the Minister of Dali Temple.

Song Wei stepped forward to negotiate with him, meaning that he wanted to say a few words to He Yumei.

Song Wei was half of the person in charge of the case, Dali Siqing had no reason to stop him, and nodded in agreement.

Glancing at He Yumei's back, Song Wei stepped forward, stopped beside her, and said in a low voice, "The secret of Heifeng Mountain you mentioned last time, was it the hundred-inch heart?"

He Yumei was not surprised that Song Wei was able to find the painting, because the painting itself was not well hidden, she curled her lower lip, her eyes were as calm as death, "I asked you to let go of my brother that day, you didn't even listen to me After I finished speaking, I ordered to arrest people, what's the matter, you started to regret it before we were on the road?"

Song Wei said: "The people under your command have done a lot of evil. Even if I don't arrest them, there will be people who will arrest them in the future."

He Yumei suddenly raised her head, her disheveled hair was full of sarcasm in her eyes, "If they hadn't been forced into a corner, they wouldn't have chosen this path." Then she said: "It doesn't matter if I die, but once my brothers No, all of you will regret it in the future, including the dog emperor."

Song Wei looked calm, "Shifangya, Baicunxin, Qianzhangxue, and Wanlichun, these four paintings are put together, and there is a secret hidden in them. After Mr. Liu passed away, his descendants are responsible for guarding these four paintings, but with Dynasties have changed, and the four paintings have been scattered everywhere, and in your hands, only one Baicunxin is left. Is that right?"

He Yumei bit her lip tightly and remained silent.

"If I'm not mistaken, your late husband, the King of the Mountain who killed my brother and sister-in-law, is the descendant of Mr. Liu. At first, they were not bandits, but because someone was planning to draw four paintings, even They don't hesitate to kill them, they are forced to a dead end, that's why they occupy the mountain and become kings, and from then on they embark on the road of looting and looting."

He Yumei's eyes were indescribably complicated, "You know everything?"

Song Wei smiled, "I guess."

(End of this chapter)