Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife

  Chapter 1542 Over the wall

  Liu Ruying was even more aggrieved: "...I, I don't have a wife."

  Zhang Zhi rolled his eyes: "...You deserve it because you don't have a wife."

   Liu Ruying, who was hit hard, couldn't help stretching out her hand to cover her chest, feeling that she was being personally attacked, and wanted to argue, but Liu Ruying threw a piece of cold steamed bun to block her mouth.

  Zhang Zhi went to the small kitchen, ready to finish his meal quickly, and then go to the adults.

Liu Ruying coughed twice, and quickly took out the steamed bun from her mouth, "Fuck, what is this, steamed bun? Where did it come from? Damn it, why is it so hard? Zhang knows how many days it took you to get it out. Here comes the disaster."

  Zhang Zhi's voice was faint: "Not long, maybe two or three days."

   "Ouch..." Liu Ruying's face turned green, and she chased after him to beat him up.

  Chu Heng came out of Lu's pharmacy, got on his horse, brought only a few guards of Lu Chuan, and went straight back to the mansion. Halfway there, the guards sent out in front of the teahouse caught up.

  The guard gave a piece of letter paper, then stepped back and left.

  Lu Chuan handed the paper to Chu Heng.

  Chu Heng opened it and looked at it twice. After reading it, he ground the paper into powder and tightened the reins: "Lu Chuan, go and deal with Tang Rou."

   "Yes." Lu Chuan turned and left.

  With no one to disturb him, Chu Heng went straight home.

  The concierge was a little surprised when he heard the knock on the door. He opened the door and saw Chu Heng striding over. He quickly bowed and saluted: "Master, you are back."

   "Yes." Chu Heng walked up to the house and asked, "Where is Madam?"

   "Madam has gone out."

  Chu Heng paused for an instant, stopped, looked at the speaking porter, frowned slightly, and worried in his eyes: "Where did you go?"

   "To the weaving workshop."

  Chu Heng turned around and strode away, only to see the white snow from the corner of his clothes falling on his cloak, the gentleman is unparalleled, and his cold temperament makes people afraid to approach.

  The servant jogged to keep up, watched Chu Heng Chu's mansion, got on his horse and left, exhaled hot air, rubbed his hands with the mist in front of him, closed the door quickly, and went to the inverted room next to him to rest.

   This side.

  Chu Heng went straight to the weaving workshop. It was his first visit, and he had heard about it from Butler Luo before.

   After a while, it will arrive.

  Chu Heng looked at the plaque on the workshop that said Yonghe Workshop, and couldn't help but smile. Ah Yu always seemed to be able to surprise him, more like a treasure, and could dig out a lot of things.

  The guard got off his horse and ran to the door to knock.

  Chu Heng stood silently at the door. After the porter opened the door, he saw several people with defensive faces: "Who are you?"

   "This is a private workshop, and we don't accept any business. If you want to do business, go to Yonghe Clothes Store on North Street. If you have nothing to do, leave as soon as possible." The porter said, and closed the door with a snap.

  Chu Heng saw this, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows. The guard knew that this was Madam's property, but he didn't dare to be rough. He subconsciously looked back at the master, with a questioning look in his eyes: "Master, this..."

  Chu Heng raised his hand and let several guards follow behind him. He spared the main entrance, jumped lightly, and just stepped on the wall when he heard a sharp arrow sound.

  Chu Heng tapped his toes and dodged five or six arrows in the blink of an eye. At the same time, there was a loud noise like a gong.

   Chu Heng, who was standing still, was so frightened that his foot slipped for some reason, and he fell into the yard.

   "Master!"

  Outside the wall, I was a little apprehensive watching my master climb over the wall.

  (end of this chapter)