After I was reborn, I became Mrs. Chief Assistant

Chapter 235 Bamboo Forest
After watching the play with Pei Wanyin, Yun Zhuo ordered the coachman to take her back to the palace, and then came back to pick him up.

For several days after that, she went to the Qunfang Tower to listen to operas.He left after listening, always alone, coming and going in a hurry.

Until one day, as soon as she left Qunfang Tower, she bumped into Mrs. Wei.

Mrs. Wei was very surprised to stop her, turned her head and said a few words to the wives who came to listen to the play with her, then left them and walked to Yun Zhuo: "What a coincidence, Miss Yun Si also came to Qunfang Tower ?”

She likes Yunzhuo very much, this kind of liking is different from her liking for Chun Xue.When she looked at Chun Xue, she only had affection, but when it was Yun Zhuo, she had a bit of appreciation.

Although she doesn't have any means or resourcefulness, she can see clearly that it's enough if she can get along with anyone.

Obviously, Yun Zhuo is the one worth dating.

Mr. Wei has a familiar colleague who has some relationship with the Zheng family. A few days ago, he heard that they planned to recognize the concubine Chu in the palace as a righteous daughter, so he immediately looked at them with admiration and admiration.

Afterwards, they inquired a few times, and finally dug up the old story, that is, Yun Zhuo gave Zheng Suqing advice.This matter was buried very deep, and they knew that being able to dig it out was not the result of the Zheng family deliberately releasing information to them.

The purpose is self-evident—they recognized Haruyuki as a foster daughter, which means they have a closer relationship with Yun Zhuo, so the Zheng family is also willing to get closer to them.

Mrs. Wei never thought that her husband, who has been unlucky for most of his life, would have a lucky day.

And the young girl's method shocked her even more.

Even if they don't make friends, Mrs. Wei is not willing to offend her.

Yun Zhuo said with a smile: "Yes, I have come to see the theater these days. Are you here?"

Mrs. Wei smiled more genuinely: "I don't know which play Miss Yun Si thinks is the best?"

Yun Zhuo thought for a while, and said: "Speaking of which, there is really a story, and that is today's news. Li Baiping cleverly took advantage of the east wind to sell paintings to save the widow's wife."

Mrs. Wei was stunned - there was no other reason, but she came to the theater every day, and although today's show was good, it really wasn't the best.But the story is a little absurd and bizarre.

She doesn't think Yun Zhuo is a person with a low level of appreciation. She can only attribute the reason to Yun Zhuo's lack of understanding of the expressive tension and empathy ability of actors in singing, reading, and playing.

For her, today's play is really hasty, which is a pity.

She still wanted to discuss with Yun Zhuo again, but she saw the maid beside Yun Zhuo whispering something in her ear, and then backed away.She expected that today might not be a good time, and sure enough, Yun Zhuo smiled apologetically at her, and said, "Madam Wei, I'm sorry, I have something to leave first, and I'll invite you to the theater next time I have a chance."

Mrs. Wei naturally nodded and said hello.

After watching Yun Zhuo leave in a carriage, she turned her head back to Qunfang Building, but after a while, she came out and left.

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On the side of the bustling Zhuque Street, there are many pubs with ostentatious wine flags. Upstairs, there are staggered drinks, and downstairs, there are greetings, and there is a lot of excitement everywhere.

Only the Rotten Stone Building is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.

Xie Jie was sitting by the upstairs window, but he was not at all attracted by the hustle and bustle of the long street, and only concentrated on sipping tea.

Not long after, Wen Lu stood behind him and said, "Here we are."

At the same time, several carriages suddenly came slowly on the long street.

Xie Jie didn't even look away, he looked down at the tea smoke curling up in front of his eyes, and said casually: "Go."

Wen Lu nodded and went downstairs holding the sword.

Shi Ling was just sitting in the carriage. He lifted the curtain and looked at the guards and the carriage full of gold, silver and jewels behind him. Compared with the first time he met the emperor, he now felt a little unreal, as if Walk on the clouds.

The carriage gradually drove out of the capital city, and Shi Ling leaned against the carriage wall, happily thinking about the things after returning home: First, he had to hire workers to build a big house, and he would take his wife, children, and old people in to live in it. It's too extravagant, after all, it's used to live in people, not like a palace; but it can't be too plain, he must show his status as a marquis, otherwise, wouldn't his workers be hired for nothing?
He counted the things on the carriage again in his mind. He watched the people in the post station put them in boxes one by one. Just as he was thinking, he suddenly found that the carriage stopped at some point.

He poked his head out and found that the coachman was sitting firmly outside, but the rein in his hand had dropped.

He frowned and went to push the coachman, but he didn't use much effort. He just wanted to ask him why he didn't move, but he didn't expect that as soon as his hand touched it, the coachman would fall like a marionette out of control.

Shi Ling was taken aback, and then he reacted and yelled!

It was at this time that he realized that the carriage had actually driven into a bamboo forest, and he had never even been here or seen it before.

Looking at the body of the coachman on the ground, he gradually stopped shouting, and only one person slowly retreated into the corner of the carriage, clenching his teeth.

Wen Lu waited for a while, until the piercing screams finally subsided, he stepped forward, opened the curtain of the carriage with his sword, and said coldly: "Come out."

Shi Ling glanced at him in a daze, then looked away.

He was afraid of death, so afraid that he would lose the demeanor he should have as a marquis, and turn back into the fisherman who only knew how to cast a net to catch fish.Not long ago, he told himself that he must straighten his back and never make people laugh at him.

But it has reached this point, the water is exhausted, and the head is stretched out, and the head is retracted.

Only then did Shi Ling think, he went to Beijing in a daze, was made a marquis in a daze, and was about to return home in good clothes, but he didn't expect that Xiao Ming would confess here in a daze.What's even more ridiculous is, which god did he block the way of himself?

He was going to die anyway, so he just sat down and said, "If you want to kill me, kill me, why do you want me to come out? Come in if you have the ability!"

Wen Lu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he stabbed in with his sword, straight in front of him: "Really not coming out?"

Shi Lingcai's back was pressed tightly against the wall of the carriage, and the toughness that had been accumulated with great difficulty just now disappeared under Wen Lu's sword.

He trembled uncontrollably and nodded: "Come out... come out, come out now."

Wen Lu gave him a cold look, then pulled out his sword slowly, and waited for Shi Ling to get out of the carriage.

It was Shi Ling who slowly moved out of the carriage, and then fell directly to the ground because of his weak legs.

As soon as he sat on the ground, he tightly closed his eyes, waiting for the long sword that was about to fall from Wen Lu's hand.

Wen Lu gave a "tsk" impatiently: "Go and pack your things."

(End of this chapter)