Shen Xinyan couldn't help curling the corners of her lips because of his little aggrieved and pitiful appearance, and quickly pressed down, walked to his side and sat down, and stuffed the gold-painted black brocade box into his hand , said: "This is the proceeds from the shop sent a few days ago, do you see that it is enough? If it is not enough, I will ask someone to pick it up later."
Wei Junhang continued to open it in a daze, and then his hands seemed to be scorched by fire. He pushed the box away and bounced off the seat with a 'whoosh' sound, and stared at her with a blushing face: "You ,what do you mean?"
Shen Xinyan was taken aback by his fierce reaction, and was stunned when she heard his questioning.
"I, Wei Junhang, is no longer capable and can't do things like spending my wife's dowry money. You, you, me, me, you're going to piss me off!" He wanted to teach her a lesson, but he looked at the card. Those words could no longer be uttered on a face as beautiful as a day for ten years, and he could only throw down this sentence angrily, flicked his sleeves, turned around and strode out the door.
"My son—" Qiutang, who was about to lift the curtain to enter, was taken aback by Wei Junhang, who suddenly came out of the room with a blushing face, and before he could say hello, his partner had already disappeared.
She opened her mouth stupidly, and looked at the little girl beside her in disbelief: "The one just now is the son of the world, am I right?"
"No, no, that's Shi Ziye." The little girl replied weakly.
Qiutang's eyes widened even wider.
Master Shizi actually lost his temper at Mrs. Shizi? The sun really came out from the west!
You must know that this couple has always respected each other as guests. They have never blushed since they got married. He blushed with anger.
However, when Shen Xinyan in the room saw her husband rushing out the door angrily, it seemed that Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, but when she carefully recalled Wei Juanhang's words just now, she immediately understood, and patted her forehead angrily. .
It's her fault, why can't she be more tactful, and just give people money like this.
"Ma'am, Shizi, he..." Qiutang came in and saw the annoyed expression on the master's face, and was startled. Could it be that Shizi's wife is really angry with you
"It's because I didn't think carefully and did a stupid thing. It's okay. I'll find him later and explain it clearly." Although she was a little annoyed, Shen Xinyan knew her husband's temperament better, so she didn't worry too much.
Seeing her nonchalant appearance, Qiutang also heaved a sigh of relief.
"Mother Cui sent someone to send a package of high-quality bird's nest just now, and she didn't explain the reason. This servant thinks it's a bit strange." Qiutang reported. She asked for leave yesterday to go home to visit her sick mother, and she didn't return home until just now, so she didn't know what happened this morning.
"Since she sent it to you, you just put it away. Let the small kitchen stew it later. You and Chunliu Xiahe will also try it." Shen Xinyan didn't care much.
Regardless of whether this is the meaning of the Fang family or the meaning of the eldest princess, is it possible that she can't even eat a few taels of bird's nest
Qiutang responded with a crisp voice.
In the room of the eldest princess of Ning'an Academy.
The Eldest Princess squinted on the soft couch with half-closed eyes, and Nanny Liang, who had served her for most of her life, was sitting at her feet, grasping the strength of her hands to massage her legs.
"What do you think should be done about the matter that Mrs. Chen mentioned?" The Eldest Princess suddenly opened her eyes and asked.
Nanny Liang paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "The princess has already made up her mind, why bother to play tricks on the servant girl."
The Eldest Princess laughed, shook her head, and sighed, "She has her reasons for what Shen said, but... if I obey her, I'm afraid that Bizhen will blame me in her heart."
"Princess, I'm worrying too much. You watched the eldest lady grow up. Don't you know her? That's the most sensible and sensible thing. Although this change was proposed by Mrs. Shizi, it is for the good of the family after all. Da Furen, how could she blame you?" Nanny Liang comforted with a smile.
The eldest princess thought about it and found it reasonable. I only thought about the eldest son who passed away early, and couldn't help but sighed: "If Juan Ting is still there, there is no need for me, an old bone, to worry about it in the house. After all, Jun Hang is still a little bit useless, and it is the Shen family who , it’s much worse than Bizhen.”
It was the master of the mansion who was mentioned in the words, so Madam Liang couldn't say anything, so she just changed the subject and said: "The slave girl just passed the martial arts field, and saw the eldest son dancing the sword from a distance, and the movements are so agile, tsk tsk, it's really amazing The style of the Duke of the country."
Hearing her mention of the most promising grandson, the eldest princess immediately changed her sad expression, and said with a smile: "Brother Lin is a motivated child, he is a hundred times better than his father! It is not in vain for his grandfather to teach him by himself." .”
"The princess is saying that now, but she shed tears at the Duke of the country back then, blaming him for being too cruel, training a four-year-old baby like training soldiers." Liang Nanny teased.
The eldest princess glared at her reproachfully: "You are the only one who is talkative!"
Wei Junhang on the other side actually regretted it as soon as he left his wife's courtyard. He only felt that his wife had good intentions and he really didn't want to get annoyed with her.
He paced back and forth in front of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, thinking of turning around to speak softly to his wife, but worried that his wife would turn on him and annoy him, so he couldn't make up his mind for a while. Then he thought about the decision he had just made, turned his footsteps, and headed towards the east courtyard.
The training ground of the East Campus.
The young man waved the wooden sword in his hand, sometimes stabbing, picking or chopping, sometimes volleying and sometimes leaning down on the ground, every move was very imposing, and the martial arts master who watched it nodded repeatedly.
When Wei Junhang came, he saw such a scene.
Mr. Wushu noticed his arrival and was about to step forward to greet him. Wei Junhang waved his hands and shook his head at him, he understood after a little thought, and arched his hands away at him.
Wei Junhang touched his nose and stood aside to watch quietly, the more he watched, the more pleased he was.
Sure enough, he and his wife's good son, what more can a husband ask for if he has a son like this! Let's see if those bastards dare to make fun of him behind his back for his incompetence in the future!
Bah, he is useless, just having such an excellent son is enough to look down on the capital!
Wei Chenglin retracted the wooden sword, turned around and saw his father who had arrived at some time and was looking at him with a smile. Handing the sword to the servant, he said a few more words to his husband, and then walked towards Wei Chenglin.
"Father!" He saluted respectfully and respectfully.
"This sword dance is good, much better than that Nangong aunt's dance!" Wei Junhang praised with a smile, unaware of Mr. Wushu's frown.
Wei Chenglin pursed his lips, and finally couldn't hold back his retort: "My boy is a manly man, how can my father compare him with those prostitutes. Besides, the boy's sword is for killing the enemy, not just pretending to be happy. Embroidered pillows!"
The gentleman on the side nodded with satisfaction.
It is this reason!
Being robbed by his son, Wei Junhang was not annoyed, his smile did not change and he said: "Yes, yes, it is my father who said something wrong!"
This kid is good at everything, but his temper is just like his grandfather's, he is very boring, he is not as funny as that girl Ying'er.
Shizi muttered secretly.
Mr. Martial Arts shook his head helplessly, stepped forward and bowed his hands to bow and leave.
Wei Junhang waved his hand indifferently.
"Father, do you have something to tell? If not, the child will have to go back to review his homework." Wei Chenglin naturally knew his biological father's temperament.
"You kid, no one is forcing you, so it's okay to just relax once in a while."
"Grandfather always taught children to be self-disciplined, only..."
"Okay, okay, you can go if you want!" Shi Ziye had a headache.
"If that's the case, take your leave!" The self-disciplined young man bowed his hands and turned around to leave.
"Wait, wait!" After his son took a few steps, Wei Junhang remembered his reason for coming, and quickly stopped him.
Wei Chenglin stopped and turned around in response, looking directly at his father with inquiring eyes.
"In the future, you should take more time to go back to spend time with your mother. She is not in good health recently." Afraid that this little old man would give him another "teaching from his grandfather", the elder son hastily stated his purpose.
"Mother is not in good health? Did you call a doctor? What did the doctor say? Is there a serious problem?" Hearing that his mother was not in good health, the boy showed anxiety and asked repeatedly.
"It's nothing serious, nothing serious, I just think about you from time to time, and I don't worry about you living in the outer courtyard, so I'm a little weak because of my worries and thoughts." Satisfied with his son's attitude, the son of the world took a slap in the face and refused. A beard that doesn't exist.
"My child understands, then, as father said, spend more time every day to go back to accompany mother." Wei Chenglin nodded.
With a satisfactory result, Master Wei Shizi was very proud. He thought he would take his son back to find his wife, and show his merits in front of his wife, but he was afraid that he would delay his son's studies, and in the end he would be favored by his father. After scolding, he stopped thinking.
After thinking about it for a while, I was still a little unwilling to waste an opportunity to show my merits, and hurriedly said: "Today you will go back to accompany your mother to have lunch, but you must remember that I will go back with you when I come. .”
Wei Chenglin was a little puzzled: "The son can go back by himself, without bothering the father."
"Just listen to me!" Shizi said with wide eyes and a stern face, pretending to be a strict father.
"Since that's the case, my son will obey." Wei Chenglin was also used to his father's lack of focus, so he didn't argue with him too much, and nodded in response.
***
The British Duke, who has passed the year of destiny, is smiling and shaving his beard. Although his son is not up to the mark, but with such an excellent grandson, it is just around the corner to revive the prestige of the British Duke.
"After a while, go and practice the marksmanship that your grandfather taught you the day before yesterday. The British government started with martial arts. As a descendant of the Wei family, you can't lose your martial arts at any time."
"Yes, my grandson will always remember my grandfather's teachings!" Wei Chenglin responded respectfully, and then hesitated for a while, "Mother is ill, and my grandson wants to go back early to have lunch with her."
"If you are sick, go to the doctor for diagnosis and treatment. Rest and recuperate more... Forget it, you can go!" How could the British Duke not know that this must be because his daughter-in-law misses his son.
It really is a loving mother who loses her son! Thanks to his decisiveness, since his eldest grandson was three years old, he was taken by his side to raise him personally, never letting him grow up in the hands of a woman like his father.
Thinking of the useless second son, he couldn't help but have a headache.
If the eldest son is still there, why should he be so exhausted? Even if the British government does not rely on the name of his wife, the eldest princess, he can go to a higher level!
Touching the left leg that had been unconscious for many years, his heart still couldn't help a throbbing pain when he recalled the eldest son who had passed away for many years.
That is the only hope for the Wei family! If he was still there, why would he have to drag his broken body to forcefully support the cultivation of his eldest grandson? How could the position of the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion fall to the ineffective second son!