Chapter 807: Couple's Night Walk
In the side hall, Wen Jiu quietly approached the door, took a look inside, and looked at the Fourth Master beside him in surprise: "Still in class?"
He then called the young eunuch guarding the door over and asked him a question, and only then did he realize that the Empress Dowager and Emperor Kangxi had only leaned over the door and windows to secretly glance at the children, and had not gone in to disturb them.
Wenjiu and Siye did not go in either. They just sat down on the corridor and chatted casually.
A little later, after waiting for Master Zhang Ying to finish his class, he took the children out.
Zhang Ying was also surprised at this moment. He had already seen it when Emperor Kangxi and the Empress Dowager came over just now.
Unexpectedly, the Fourth Master and the Concubine were also waiting at the door. For a moment, they thought that something urgent had happened, so they hurried over to pay their respects.
"Sir, you have worked hard. The prince and I have prepared some wine to thank you today. Why don't you have a meal with us before leaving?" Wen Jiu said with a smile.
The Fourth Master was stunned and couldn't help but look at Wenjiu again. This girl didn't mention this just now.
Zhang Ying was stunned for a long moment before he immediately bowed and said, "Concubine, you are too serious. I am teaching these young princes in accordance with the emperor's will. It is only my duty. You do not deserve my thanks, you do not deserve my thanks."
"Sir, please don't refuse. These guys are used to being so stubborn. You must have put a lot of thought into it. Today is a good opportunity. Please stay. Please, sir."
The Fourth Master extended his hand and gestured for invitation.
Zhang Ying was appointed as prime minister. To be honest, the emperor sent him here to teach his own son, which was a waste of talent.
The Fourth Master also wanted to make friends, not for anything else, but simply for the integrity of his Zhang family.
If the Emperor appointed someone else to teach his son, the Fourth Master would certainly feel uneasy. Because this person was Zhang Xiang, the Fourth Master had admired him since childhood. When the Emperor mentioned that it was Zhang Ying who would teach his son, the Fourth Master nodded without hesitation.
In fact, Zhang Ying didn't take this matter too seriously.
The teacher who taught you is of course the most important thing, but who can remember the teacher who enlightened you?
Even though the children were gifted, Zhang Ying had some respect for their talents, but he knew the importance of this and did not dare to be too intimate with them, lest people mistakenly think he was too close to the Fourth Master.
But today, Zhang Ying vaguely sensed something unusual.
It was just a few grandchildren in class, so it was fine that the Fourth Master and the Concubine cared about it, but even the Emperor and the Empress Dowager came specially to watch today.
Zhang Yingcai didn't believe that they just came to visit the child. It was obvious that these people had high hopes for the child. Looking at these smart brothers, Zhang Ying's heart couldn't help but pounding.
After hesitating for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and had his meal with the Fourth Master.
Speaking of which, Zhang Ying was still in a state of mixed emotions after he sat down. It was only during the meal that he gradually put aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
He thought the Fourth Master would say something during the meal, but it seemed as if the Fourth Master really just invited him to an ordinary banquet. During the meal, he was just like a good friend, only inviting him to eat and never mentioned anything about the court.
However, he himself didn't know what was wrong with him, and he kept clicking his chopsticks without stopping.
In the end, the table was almost empty of plates, and he wished he could crawl into the ground.
Now that he was at the age of knowing his destiny, how could he be as greedy as a child? He didn't know where to put his face for a moment.
I had no choice but to get up and say goodbye.
"It has been a long time since our prince was injured and has not had such a good meal. I would like to thank you for accompanying the prince to have such a meal today."
Wen Jiu smiled and waved to his sons beside him: "Sir, you are going back. What do you want to say to me?"
Dabao immediately stood up: "Goodbye, sir, and have a safe journey."
Erbao: "Sir, please drive slowly."
Sanbao: "Sir, we'll take you there."
Sibao: "Send it to Mr.!"
Zhang Ying was dizzy and was escorted out of the door by several treasures.
It was not until he saw that all the treasures had gone back and disappeared that he could not help but smack his lips.
"Tsk, these little ones are too smart. How can they look like children under two years old?"
"What the Prime Minister said is absolutely unheard of. People say these children are lucky stars. Could it be true?"
"Who can say for sure?" Zhang Ying muttered, then suddenly blinked. "What kind of fish did we eat today? It was truly delicious."
"Prime Minister, the fish you just ate must be the best boiled fish sold at Zui Xiang Lou these days. I'm afraid it's not even available in other places. I heard that this boiled fish is extremely expensive and limited in quantity each day. Even if you have money, ordinary people can't afford it."
Zhang Ying nodded and smacked his lips. "This boiled fish is spicy and numbing, with an extremely rich flavor. If I serve this fish, can Madam compare to me?"
The old servant beside him laughed when he heard this: "I guess it can't compare to yours."
The Prime Minister and his wife were both gourmets, and when they were in the mood, they would compete in cooking, each with a plate, to see whose dish was better. The Prime Minister was thinking of his wife again.
"Tsk, it seems that I didn't have a foolish meal today, don't you think?"
The old servant was stunned for a moment, not quite sure whether the Prime Minister meant what he said literally or something else.
I didn't know how to answer for a long time.
Apparently, Zhang Ying didn't really care whether the old servant answered or not. He put his hands behind his back, hummed a little tune, and swaggered back.
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"Do you really have to dress like this?"
"certainly."
The Fourth Master frowned slightly, looking down at Wen Jiu's hands buttoning his shirt. "Jiu'er, with my current skills, I shouldn't be discovered by others if I take you out. We don't need to dress like this, right?"
The Fourth Master looked at Wen Jiu, who was dressed in black, and then looked at himself, and couldn't help but said something.
"What? Doesn't it look good?" Wen Jiu asked.
The Fourth Master glanced at her slender waist, which could be held in one hand. "Not really."
"Why don't you wear it if it looks good?"
Fourth Master: "...I think this is not necessary."
Wenjiu helped the Fourth Master button up the last button and then straightened his clothes.
"Well...but if I don't wear them, wouldn't all these night clothes I made be in vain?"
Fourth Master: “…Hmm?”
Having never expected such an answer, the Fourth Master silently shut his mouth and let the little hand warming the wine toss him up and down, left and right.
"Hmm! Handsome!" Wen Jiu looked at the Fourth Master with great satisfaction, and then said, "Oh, there's one more thing."
Let's talk, and then he took out a half-covered mask and put it on the Fourth Master: "Perfect."
I have to say, this outfit suits the Fourth Master very well, and it brings out his cold and solemn temperament to the extreme.
Wen Jiu couldn't wait to put on his mask as well. He tied his hair into a high ponytail, shook it, and found it was stable. He nodded to the Fourth Master: "Alright!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a big hand grabbing his waist, and the next second he flew out of the house.
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