Lin Tingxuan returned to Changping Bofu.
New Year's Eve is a time when families gather together to watch.
The family was eating dumplings in the house and discussing the assassination in Tianyuan Palace.
Uncle Changping saw Lin Tingxuan coming back and stood up happily: "Tingxuan is back? Didn't you have enough food at the palace banquet? Biyu, hurry up and bring a bowl of dumplings to the eldest son!"
Mrs. Chang Pingbo's eyes flashed when she saw the big bundle in Lin Tingxuan's hand. She smiled and said, "Yes, hurry up and serve a bowl of dumplings to the young master."
Lin Tingxuan put the baggage in front of Uncle Chang Ping expressionlessly: "Dad, I have a lot of clothes. These clothes are very well made. You can stay and wear them yourself!"
After hearing this, Uncle Chang Ping smiled and said: "You are on a mission to Dongling. The winter in Dongling is even colder than our Nalan country, and it is rainy. It is always a good idea to bring more clothes when going out."
"These clothes are not suitable for Dongling to wear as an envoy. Grandma, I'm going back to the house." After Lin Tingxuan finished speaking, he turned around and returned to his yard.
The old lady of Changping quickly stopped him: "You kid, don't you eat dumplings? Sit down and eat dumplings, and the whole family will watch the New Year together!"
Lin Jingxuan spooned a dumpling into Tan Shiwan's bowl, then smiled and said to Lin Tingxuan: "Brother, this dumpling was made by Shiwan. It's delicious. You should try it too!"
Tan Shiwan just took a bite of the dumpling and clicked her teeth.
She spat out a gold pick.
Mrs. Changping laughed when she saw it: "Oh, Shiwan ate out the first golden egg! This is a good sign! After the new year, you will definitely give birth to a big fat boy for Jingxuan! I can carry a golden grandson." !”
Lin Jingxuan took Tan Shiwan's hand: "We will definitely work hard."
After speaking, he glanced at Lin Tingxuan.
He thought that at the palace banquet today, many people respected him very much, but even he, the most beautiful young man, was not as popular as him.
Lin Tingxuan, this bastard, stole the limelight from himself!
Why
Mrs. Changping was also very happy after hearing this: "Haha, okay, Tingxuan, you should try the dumplings quickly and get good luck! We will also make a marriage decision in the coming year."
Uncle Changping and his wife also persuaded him to sit down and eat dumplings.
Mrs. Changpingbo glanced at Biyu, and Biyu nodded.
Mrs. Changpingbo was relieved.
Lin Tingxuan wants to eat the golden dice to get a good omen? Go ahead and dream!
"No, I don't like dumplings. Grandma will eat them slowly. I will go back to the military camp first."
After Lin Tingxuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house.
It seemed like he came back just to return the clothes.
After Mrs. Shichangbo saw Lin Tingxuan leaving, she glanced at the big baggage, with a hint of evil in her eyes, but a gentle look on her face: "Every time I make clothes for Tingxuan, Tingxuan doesn't like it. It's a pity, sir." Those two pieces of good leather are gone, Biyu can take the clothes back to the eldest son’s yard and put them away!”
"Yes!" Biyu knew full well that she was asked to take it down and deal with it, so as not to be discovered by the uncle and the old lady.
None of their servants would wear clothes made of moldy fabrics.
After hearing this, Uncle Chang Ping felt that since Lin Tingxuan didn't want to wear it, he couldn't waste his two pieces of good leather. He could also wear the cloak, so he said: "Wait! Bring me the baggage!"
Mrs. Chang Pingbo: "......"
Lin Jingxuan: "......"
Tan Shiwan tightened her grip on the spoon.
"Master, just let Biyu take off the clothes. You are eating dumplings! Your hands are oily!" Mrs. Chang Pingbo said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, I haven't eaten yet and my hands are clean. Biyu, take out those two cloaks and give them to me."
Biyu didn't dare to move, she looked at Mrs. Chang Pingbo.
Mrs. Changpingbo smiled and said: "Master, I asked Biyu to pick up two cloaks and put them in the house. When eating, what clothes are you looking at! After all, clothes are dusty! Maybe they will shed hair. .”
After saying that, she said to Biyu: "Biyu, take the two cloaks to my room and put the other clothes back into the eldest son's room!"
After hearing this, Uncle Chang Ping felt that it made sense, so he left it alone.
Mrs. Changpingbo breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's madam!" After hearing this, Biyu took the baggage and left in a hurry.
After just two steps, the baggage fell apart and the clothes inside fell to the floor.
Biyu's face turned pale with fright and she quickly cleaned up.
Uncle Chang Ping thought that his youngest son was already married and Lin Tingxuan's marriage had not yet been decided, so he said: "Tingxuan is now old, and it's time to get married. When the time comes, you can make arrangements for him to see which girl is suitable."
Tan Shiwan's heart moved after hearing this.
"Yes, sir." Mrs. Chang Pingbo had just agreed, but she saw the clothes falling on the floor, and her expression changed: "How did you do things? If you don't put them away quickly, what will you do if those clothes get dirty?"
Uncle Chang Ping didn't pay attention at first, but he had a good nose. When the clothes were spilled on the floor, a musty smell wafted out, and it hit his nose at this moment.
He looked over subconsciously, and under the light, he saw a bald patch of fur!
Uncle Chang Ping couldn't help but stood up.
Mrs. Chang Pingbo was so frightened that she quickly grabbed him: "Master, the dumplings are getting cold. Where are you going? Eat them while they are hot!"
Chang Pingbo waved her hand away and walked over.
Biyu was so frightened that she panicked, and then the more she tried to put it away, the worse it became.
Uncle Chang Ping took the cloak from her hand and felt the inferior fur on it. One patch was bald in the east and the other was bald in the west.
His expression was extremely ugly.
Mrs. Chang Pingbo came over and said with a surprised look on her face: "Eh?! What's going on with these clothes?"
"Snapped!"
Uncle Chang Ping slapped her in the face.
The force was so great that Mrs. Chang Pingbo spun around several times and fell to the ground.
People in the room: "..."
Lin Jingxuan stood up: "Dad, how can you beat your mother?"
Uncle Changping looked angry: "Damn! I made these clothes for Tingxuan. If he wears them out, how will others see me!"
His son was about to become a general, and sending these clothes in his name would cause a rift between father and son, wouldn't it
Uncle Chang Ping dropped these words, flicked his sleeves, and strode away to go to his concubine.
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Palace
The eldest prince has been sent back to the eldest prince's residence to recuperate.
Although he lost too much blood, the doctors at the Imperial Hospital are not vegetarians. Unless he is killed immediately with a sword through the heart, they are all capable of saving people.
Now it is certain that he will not die!
The emperor was relieved.
The emperor is looking at the imperial guards, the Minister of Punishment, the Minister of Dali Temple, and the Minister of Rites.
"Who is the assassin?"
The Minister of Punishment stepped forward and said: "Back to the Emperor, there is a black dragon symbol on the assassin's arm."
This is the symbol of the Black Dragon Organization, the remnants of the previous dynasty.
The imperial guard handed the arm crossbow found from the assassin to the emperor: "Your Majesty, this is the arm crossbow hidden in the assassin's sleeve."