Heir and wife

Chapter 94

The waiter has a hidden secret, he is fond of sweets, especially all kinds of delicate snacks.So Luo Sihai, who was still immersed in his doubts about why His Majesty would give me a promotion, was also confused when he realized that the waiter was treating him more and more warmly.

Is it possible that you are dreaming?Under the sleeve, Luo Sihai pinched his arm, obviously it hurts, but why is what happened today so abnormal.

"When the servant is taking a rest, you can often come to the mansion to sit."

Luo Sihai said so during the farewell, the celebrity in front of the Holy Majesty, the young attendant who was always polite but not too overbearing, nodded for the first time.

"That's natural."

When he returned to the palace to be reassigned, there was inevitably a bias in the servant's words that he could not detect: "Lord Luo is a martial artist, but he treats people with sincerity, and I feel that the rumors in the market are bound to be false and false."

Emperor Chengyuan was good at grasping people's hearts. Hearing this, he knew that his servant had a good impression of Luo Sihai: "Oh, his dim sum is really good."

There was a thud in the servant's center, and he quickly knelt down: "Your Majesty, what I just said is not half a lie."

The emperor is suspicious by nature, if it was in the past, he would definitely investigate Luo Sihai and the two servants to the bottom of the sky.But now he has checked Luo Sihai to the bottom.In just a short time of issuing the decree, the servant was able to be infected by Luo Sihai, which further proved that he was right.

"Well, back off."

After the waiter stepped down, Emperor Chengyuan ordered Jin Yiwei to investigate him, and after seeing the item of sweetness deduced from the clues, he understood everything.A few years ago, he had the honor to taste the dim sum made by Mrs. Rong himself. Even if it was made of coarse grains, the taste was enough to make people have endless aftertaste.

Thinking of this, he smashed his mouth, the subordinates of the imitation imperial decree have used it, but he hasn't tasted it for a long time.Martial nephew these days, he should often go to Luo's house in the middle of the night to be a gentleman on Liangshang, maybe you can ask him to bring some back?

Zhou Yuanke, who was still in Zhenbei Fusi, taught musicians how to be a ruthless Jinyiwei, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and he always had a bad premonition somewhere.

There was joy in Jinling City, but Luo Weitong couldn't hide his anxiety in the Suzhou-style Zhuangzi outside the city.Luo Sihai was still in disbelief, for a moment he forgot to send someone to Zhuangzi to say the imperial decree.

Going back to Jinling soon, thinking of the overwhelming rumors, even though everything was in her plan, at this moment Luo Weitong is still not sure whether she can exactly bear the feeling of being accused by thousands of people.

After all, it's one thing to think about it, and another to actually do it.

"Brother, if I screw up, what should I do? With my mother here, nothing will happen, or I will go up the mountain to chant scriptures with my master, and pray for you and my cousin this spring."

Luo Xingzhou knew his sister was worried, and he didn't intend to let Jiaojiao go to Jinling to be wronged.

"That's fine too."

Seeing that the two brothers and sisters had made an agreement, Luo Xingzhou thought that his younger sister An Sheng was staying in Baoen Temple, just in time for Master Hongzhen to check her pulse and change the prescription for recuperating her body. The door opened and Mrs. Xu came in:

"Jiaojiao just go back."

"Mother." Luo Weitong rubbed his fingers uneasily: "Daughter is afraid that I can't help it. If the time comes, she jumps out of the sedan chair and beats the person who spread the rumors with a black nose and a swollen face. The bad reputation will really be established."

Assuming you know yourself well, Mrs. Xu cast such a look: "Master has already left one step behind us."

Master is gone?Although the master and apprentice spared no effort to hurt each other when they met, Luo Weitong still missed the old monk very much after not seeing him for a long time.She didn't even have time to make him the short-butter pastry that she learned from her great-grandmother, which is suitable for people outside the country, so he just walked away.

"How could this be?" Luo Weitong pursed his lips, his eyes were a little warm: "I didn't say anything before I left, whether I still need to take medicine in the future."

The mother and son looked at each other, and sat next to her, Xu took out a letter: "This is what he left for you."

Luo Weitong grabbed it and couldn't wait to break the paint seal.The handwriting of the letter was a bit scribbled, it was obviously written in a hurry, and only two things were said in just a few lines.

"Master told me to enter Yansheng Gongfu's women's school, and he said that there is no need to be afraid of Wenxiangbo's mansion."

The latter sentence is in Sanskrit, and Luo Weitong understands it somewhat after copying the scriptures for many years.What made her dumbfounded was that the master actually said a word in Sanskrit full of Buddhist meaning: He will support the little apprentice, and he will not let other people's bird droppings fall on her bud head.

Even Mrs. Xu was speechless for a while: "Master is indeed a person from outside Fang."

Luo Weitong expressed her unfinished intentions: "The childlike innocence is still alive."

Although her mouth is unforgiving, she is still sweet in her heart.Although the master didn't change the painful prescription at her request, secretly he cared about her all the time and stood up at the critical moment.

Even if he didn't care about Wen Xiangbo's mansion, just allowing her to enter the women's school in Yansheng Gong's mansion earlier would be enough for her to have enough confidence in her heart when she returned to Jinling.

"Wing Chun, hurry up and pack your things, let's go home."

The little maid got busy, and Luo Weitong walked into the small kitchen on Zhuangzi.The pan was still steaming, but the shortbread pastries in the steamer disappeared, and only one piece was left for her on the last layer.

"Dead monk!"

Grinning and cursing, the corners of Luo Weitong's lips raised unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)