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Three quarters of an hour ago, Cui Zhijun had lost the desire to sleep since Tai Shi Zheng left.
He stood up and sat on the bed where Zheng had sat. He felt uneasy and his mind was filled with worries.
He even ate the breakfast that was served to him without taking two bites.
A thin mist was beginning to clear outside the window, and sparrows were perched on the branches. Cui Zhijun looked up and thought to himself: My eyelids are twitching, and I feel like something's going to happen. Why not go and take a look, just a quick look...
But after seeing the first word, the prudent Erlang in the Yinzhu Yatang hurriedly pushed open the door, scaring away all the birds in the tree.
Cui Zhiyun, finally went there.
He hid outside the pavilion to listen to what was going on. However, he was discovered by the maid who was sweeping the floor early in the morning, revealing his whereabouts.
It seems that sometimes having too many people at home is not a good thing.
Cui Zhijun coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment. "Oh, I'm here to look for my wife. She was tidying up my desk last night and I don't know where she put my lecture notes. I need them urgently, so I came here to look for them."
Talk nonsense!
Who doesn't know that you two passed out last night? Now that Cui Zhijun has met Taishi Zheng, he's lying without even thinking.
"Come now? Erlang Jun needs it urgently?" the maid asked. Unexpectedly, Cui Zhijun just nodded, and she turned around and said enthusiastically: "Lady, Erlang Jun is here——"
Cui Zhijun had no choice but to step into the house. Never mind. He was already thinking of a solution, so he decided to just wait and see.
When he entered the house, the women looked at him again and again.
Cui Zhijun bowed, still the elegant and graceful young man. He said, "Junior greets mother, third aunt, second uncle, and eldest sister-in-law. Zhijun is here today to look for..."
Cui Zhijun did not mention a word about the trouble he had just heard happening in the house, even though he was trying to favor his wife who hated evil.
But before he could tell the reason for his nonsense, his wife and his mother both spoke to him.
"My dear, why are you here?"
Tai Shi Zheng raised her eyes and saw Cui Zhijun just standing there in a daze.
But Yu Yuelan was a skilled actress. As soon as she saw her son, she immediately dropped her harsh expression and acted pitiful. "Oh, my son—you've come at the perfect time. If you hadn't come, your mother would have been devoured by your daughter-in-law."
"Son, come and take care of your ignorant daughter-in-law. She dared to openly contradict the elders and said those treasonous words on the second day after she came into the house. What will happen to her in the future? You must uphold justice for your mother and never be like your heartless father. She can't distinguish right from wrong——"
The handkerchief she pulled out of her sleeve was like a sword that boosted her momentum. Her sure-killing move was to accuse the wicked first.
Yu Yuelan covered her face, crying, but there was no trace of tears wetting the handkerchief. How could Cui Zhijun not recognize her?
But how to end this farce?
On one side is Yu Yuelan, a bully who's used to showing off her power. On the other is Tai Shi Zheng, a man who speaks frankly and challenges his elders, all for the sake of justice. Choi Zhijun must carefully consider whether to stand up for ethics or for justice.
He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, the fire would get bigger and bigger.
Tai Shi Zheng is upright and has no fear of his own shadow being crooked.
She did not cry and scream like Yu Yuelan. She just stood up slowly, found the right moment, and prepared to bow her head and act like a junior.
Unexpectedly, Cui Zhijun spoke in a gloomy voice before she could express her opinion, "Disobeying elders is unruly. Rebelling against superiors is unruly. How can you be so unethical and unruly as to take care of your elders? Wouldn't staying here only cause them trouble? Mother, don't worry. I will take this disgraceful woman away for you."
"Take her back and give her a good scolding. Never let her disturb the peace of the elders again. And give mother justice. Mother, don't worry, from now on, your son will never allow her to set foot in Lingyuxuan again. She must be taught a lesson."
Zheng was startled and stood aside.
What's going on? Is the gentle gentleman about to transform?
It was rare to see Cui Zhijun angry. Cui Banqin and Chu Fanghua exchanged bewildered glances, seemingly frightened by his expression. Could this be the case with the always affable Cui Erlang when he got angry? Yu Yuelan was also astonished. This was his obedient son.
You have to act well, any extra touch will reveal your true intentions.
Cui Zhijun immediately turned around and saw that Taishi Zheng was unmoved, so he added: "Taishi Zheng, what are you doing staying here? Let's go——"
Zheng reacted and quickly pretended to be timid, lowering her eyes and sighing as she followed.
Erlang led his bride away angrily.
Cang Yi looked out of the pavilion, filled with worry and self-blame. She thought that today's situation was all her fault. Why did she always bring misfortune to those who helped her?
Cang Yi hung his head, looking dejected and not daring to speak.
Everyone in the room looked at Yu Yuelan.
Yu Yuelan, looking as majestic as ever, said, "What are you looking at? Whose son can be as dignified as my Erlang? No matter who they are, they all teach their daughters-in-law a lesson so hard that they dare not even breathe. What about you? Do you get such treatment in your family?"
Yu Yuelan threw away her handkerchief in triumph, and no one wanted to pay any attention to her.
However, once she regained her composure, she noticed something odd. Was this matter resolved just like that? Why did she always feel like something was not right…
But Yu Yuelan changed her mind and thought, how could she doubt her beloved son, so she put away her suspicions.
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After walking a hundred or so feet outside Lingyuxuan, Taishi Zheng followed closely behind her "furious" husband and walked carefully.
Cui Zhijun was walking in front, but he always felt that there was a face behind him pushing him forward. He stopped suddenly, and the face stopped at the middle of his back.
Cui Zhijun tentatively raised his foot and took a step forward, but the face stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster.
What is she doing?
Cui Zhijun finally gave up trying to shake off the sticky plaster. He stopped and whispered to Taishi Zheng, "I'm not angry."
Tai Shi Zheng buried her face in Cui Zhijun's back, refusing to move away. There was a refreshing fragrance there. Was it sandalwood or gardenia?
Zheng followed the smell and responded, "I know."
"You know?" Cui Zhijun was surprised.
He began to doubt.
She actually saw through it? Was he trying too hard? Or was it because he'd never lost his temper before that he couldn't control himself?
If I had known earlier that I should have practiced hard before entering...
But what should I do? If my mother gets suspicious, it will surely lead to another bloody storm...
Cui Zhijun replayed the scene over and over again.
He thought that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law issue was an eternal problem. After the nine-day wedding leave was over, he would go to work properly and stay away from this troubled place.
In the silence, Taishi Zheng finally spoke up. "Erlang's words may seem like a scolding, but in reality, every word is meant to protect my interests. How could I be so stupid as not to hear that? I want to thank you for your bravery today, but I should also reflect on my past mistakes and not be so bold and reckless again. I've caused you so much trouble after all."
Besides, my dear, your acting is terrible, not even as good as your mother-in-law...
Zheng repeated these words silently in her heart.
She lowered her eyes, left Cui Zhijun's back, and walked forward silently.
At that moment, Cui Zhijun stood there in a daze, muttering solemnly: "Actually, the fault is not entirely yours..."
But these words did not fall into Taishi Zheng's ears. She floated to the pillar beside the corridor, put her arms around it, then put her face on it and let out a long cry to the sky.
"Oh my god, Taishi Zheng, what the hell are you doing?! This is the second time I've offended my mother-in-law. Why can't you control your mouth? Now, the Taishi family heirlooms won't be lost... but I'm doomed."
This is not an ancestral inheritance, it's clearly a curse!
Cui Zhijun's face darkened when he saw this.
It turned out that the woman just treated him as an existence like this pillar.
Then he hurried past, pretending not to notice.
Tai Shi Zheng came back to her senses and looked at her husband who treated her like nothing. She cried out in surprise, "My dear, my dear. Why did you leave? Why didn't you wait for me——"
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Zheng chased Cui Zhijun all the way back to Yinzhu Yatang, and then she walked through the door and sat down, panting. She glanced at the barely touched food on the table and wondered, "Why didn't you eat much of this breakfast? Could it be that my husband just went looking for me?"
"I was just overthinking it. I just happened to run into him." Cui Zhijun said these few words lightly to cover up his guilty conscience.
Tai Shi Zheng didn't buy his story, "Don't bluff me, if you're worried, just say it—"
"Who's worried about you?"
Cui Zhijun whispered something, but Taishi Zheng's voice just drowned him out. "But didn't I tell you yesterday not to worry... But today, it seems that you, my lord, are more foresighted. Hehe."
Zheng talked to herself.
It seemed Cui Zhijun had misunderstood. Fortunately, Taishi Zheng hadn't heard his words. But when he wasn't paying attention, Zheng picked up the cold pancake on the table and prepared to put it in her mouth.
Zheng was hungry. After all the trouble this morning, she hadn't eaten anything. If it were a normal day, Zheng would have eaten three meals by now.
Cui Zhijun grabbed Taishi Zheng's raised arm and said, "It's cold, and it's what I left. If you want to eat more, ask the maid to make more."
"What's wrong with being cold? When my father was fighting in the war, the food and fodder were exhausted, and sometimes he had nothing to eat for three or four days. These things are good, they can't be wasted. Besides, what's wrong with your leftovers? I don't mind them. How could I mind mine..."
"Husband~"
Tai Shi Zheng finished her coquettish behavior and tilted her head to bite the pancake in her hand, but Cui Zhijun pulled her away, "Then you can ask someone to heat it up."
"No, no. There's no need to go through so much trouble."
After pushing and turning like this, Zheng seized the opportunity and opened her mouth to attack, but with a grunt, she bit something soft but hard.
Why doesn't this taste like a pancake...
Cui Zhijun stopped moving at this moment. Zheng froze in shock and noticed something was wrong.
"Taishi Zheng, shut up." Cui Zhijun said with a gloomy face.
Zheng opened her mouth and took two light bites to confirm that it was not a pancake before slowly releasing the base of Cui Zhijun's finger that she had bitten.
She stared at the palm of the man in front of her, which was suspended in mid-air, and the slightly red tooth mark, and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My dear, I didn't mean it! I just did this, and then did that again, and I didn't know why - I really didn't mean it. My dear, you helped me today, how could I repay you with evil!"
She is repaying kindness with enmity...
As Taishi Zheng spoke, she reached out and cupped Cui Zhijun's hand, about to blow on it, but Cui Zhijun pulled it away. Cui Zhijun turned to leave, and Zheng looked back at her husband, who had already decided to leave, not daring to ask any questions.
Before Cui Zhijun walked out, he said in a deep voice, "After you finish eating, come to the study to find me to copy the scriptures."
"Copying scriptures?" Taishi Zheng was confused.
Why was he punished for biting me? What kind of weird thing is this!
Cui Zhijun explained, "There should be an explanation from Mother about what happened today. She likes handwritten scriptures, so you can copy the Shurangama Sutra five times and send it to her. She will have the face to explain to the other rooms. This matter can probably be resolved."
"Five times is not bad, not too much." Taishi Zheng nodded and asked casually, "Then may I ask, sir, how many words are there in the Shurangama Sutra?"
Upon hearing this, Cui Zhijun said, "More than 60,000." and walked out.
After hearing this, Taishi Zheng scrambled and counted on his fingers for a long time before finally exclaiming, "Oh my goodness! Sixty thousand for one copy, three hundred thousand for five copies! Three hundred thousand! How many fingers will I have to break to finish copying it? Dad, I swear I'll never talk nonsense again. Let the saint and grandmother take back their magical powers—"
In the west room, Cui Zhijun, standing in the opposite corridor, sneered after hearing the noise, then raised his hand and pushed the door open. He then walked into the study.
-
It took more than half an hour.
Taishi Zheng finally trudged out of the east room, her face filled with resentment. Fu Yuanzi, upon seeing her, asked, "Madam, what's wrong with you? Your face is as green as a frog. I remember the last time I saw you like this was when our master forced you to eat burnt malt sugar."
“Quack—”
Tai Shi Zheng inexplicably imitated the sound of a frog, and Fu Yuanzi could hear that the sound was full of sorrow.
Zheng Xunxun came before Fu Yuanzi, waving her delicate right hand and sobbing, "Yuanzi, let's take one last look at my nimble right hand today. Tomorrow, no, it probably won't take this long. By tonight, my beautiful hand will be ruined from copying too many scriptures. From now on, I will have to rely on you for food, clothing, and going to the East Office. Yuanzi...you can't just ignore me."
This master and servant,
One is "crazy", two are "stupid".
If others heard these words, they would definitely hold their foreheads and remain silent.
Fu Yuanzi took Zheng's words to heart, gently holding her soft hand and vowing, "Ah? So pitiful? Madam, don't worry. Yuanzi will sacrifice his life for you, devoting himself to you until his death. Even if it rains knives from the sky tomorrow, Yuanzi will not give you less food today or less clothes today. But madam... Yuanzi has something to tell me, is it appropriate for me to tell you?"
"Tell me." Tai Shi Zheng looked at Fu Yuanzi lovingly.
Fu Yuanzi turned his head and glanced at the west room, and said timidly: "Erlang has been staring at you for a long time. He seems to have something to ask you."
"Ah? Is that so?" Tai Shi Zheng turned around in confusion and saw Cui Zhijun standing in front of the corridor of the west room, staring at him.
She hurriedly pulled her palm out of Fu Yuanzi's hand, pushed him away and walked towards her lover.
Yu Sheng Fu Yuanzi stood there, pouting and blaming her for forgetting her loyalty for the sake of beauty.
Cui Zhijun didn't wait for Taishi Zheng to come to him. He turned around and said coldly: "It's just copying scriptures. Your hand will be fine. Don't dawdle, go in quickly." Then he left without looking back.
So, Zheng's steps became heavy again after he said this.
Zheng began to pace silently. She turned to Fu Yuanzi for help, but Fu Yuanzi ignored her.
Taishi Zheng had no choice but to tug at the hem of her flowing skirt and inched her way towards the west room. Zheng arrived at the door and cautiously poked her head through the doorframe. Her aggrieved eyes darted towards Cui Zhiyun, who was setting up the table in front of her.
She was captivated at first sight, her eyes were as infatuated as if intoxicated, and Zheng was unconsciously immersed in his handsomeness like a spring breeze.
What a handsome man.
"Why are you looking at me?" Cui Zhijun raised his head and saw his newlywed wife looking at him with an ambiguous look.
Recalling the sight of Taishi Zheng lying on top of him when he woke up early, Cui Zhijun felt his whole body stiffen, even the hand holding the pen was suspended.
Zheng, however, was prying open the door and flatteringly saying, "My dear husband, this scripture...can I not copy it? If not, can I copy it a few times less? Don't worry, my husband. I will remember your kindness. Why don't you just let me do whatever you want today~"
Bargain with him? No way.
Cui Zhijun was a man of integrity and righteousness. He glanced at her and deliberately asked, "Will you let me handle it?"
Zheng's face flushed, and she rubbed her fingers against the door frame shyly. "Well... well, it's all a matter of time. If you don't want me to copy so much, or if it's best not to copy at all, then I'll be reluctantly following you..."
Cui Zhijun looked at him with disdain. "Just copy the sutras honestly. There's no room for bargaining."
"Cui Zhijun, you are just like our master, an old stubborn man!" Tai Shi Zheng pouted and turned his face up when he saw that his temptation failed.
Cui Zhijun put down his pen and said, "Come here."
"No, I won't go over." Tai Shi Zheng shook his head vigorously, clinging to the door frame and refusing to let go.
It seems that if being tough doesn't work, bribery is the only option.
Cui Zhijun lowered his head to fiddle with the paperweight. After thinking it over, he said to Zheng, "Taishi Zheng, if you are willing to copy the scriptures today and meet your father-in-law tomorrow, I will take you to visit the Sang family's tile shop."
Sangjiawazi is the largest tile shop in Tokyo City.
Cui Zhijun disliked such bustling places; he found them noisy and boring. However, the young students he taught loved such places. He also assumed Taishi Zheng would enjoy such lively and cheerful places, so he offered her a trade.
Why is Keren so quiet? Could it be that she doesn't like me?
Cui Zhijun was puzzled and looked up to ask, but saw Taishi Zheng standing silently in front of the desk.
Seeing the man in front of her with a face full of joy, Cui Zhijun opened her mouth to him, "Really? Will you really go with me? Are you kidding me? Can we play for as long as we want?"
Tai Shi Zheng leaned on the table and moved closer and closer. Cui Zhijun retreated again and again, dodging like he did when they first met.
"I won't break my promise." He lowered his eyes.
Zheng quietly brought a round stool out of his sight and placed it next to Cui Zhijun. Then, she sat down obediently, patted her thighs with both hands, tilted her head and looked at the boy beside her with a faint smile, saying, "Dr. Cui, I'm ready. Let's start writing—"
Upon hearing this, Cui Zhijun picked up the pen he usually used and looked at Zheng in silence, feeling indescribably flustered.
Tai Shi Zheng calmly took the pen, raised his hand to compare the contents of the scripture, and prepared to take action.
Cui Zhijun stood sideways facing him and never looked back.
It’s just that…the people around me just copy the scriptures, so why do they make voices of approval or doubt from time to time?
"Well, this is good." Tai Shi Zheng nodded and talked in a long-winded manner.
"Ah, that's not good." Tai Shi Zheng shook his head and muttered.
This guy couldn't possibly be copying the sutra with his mouth? Curiosity outweighed shame, and Cui Zhijun couldn't help but turn his head to look.
But when he looked closely at the words written by Tai Shi Zheng on the rice paper, which looked crooked from a distance and upside down when he looked closely, he felt his eyes go dark and he almost fainted from anger.
It's really a disgrace for a man of great talent to marry a cynical wife.
"Taishi Zheng." Cui Zhijun called her name in a deep voice. Zheng ignored him, so Cui Zhijun reminded her, "Taishi Zheng, stop writing."
Zheng was so engrossed in writing that she even hummed a little tune. He unconsciously raised his voice and said, "Taishi Zheng, I said stop writing—"
But Cui Zhijun's voice seemed too loud, and the room was completely silent. Tai Shi Zheng paused, stunned. "What's wrong, my dear? Have you changed your mind? But I feel so motivated right now. Not to mention 300,000 words, even 600,000 or 900,000 is no problem for me."
Taishi Zheng boasted without shame. Cui Zhijun looked at her confident expression and didn't know how to start.
If Tai Shi Zheng were to be told that she had presented her mother with such a "demon-like" handwriting, it would only add fuel to the fire and be counterproductive, wouldn't it undermine her confidence? But if she didn't tell him, things would probably get really, really bad later...
Cui Zhiyun was in a dilemma.
"My dear? What's wrong? Can you please say something?" Tai Shi Zheng asked in confusion. Cui Zhijun was silent for a moment. It seemed that there was only one way...
That is, he copied it and sent it over for Taishi Zheng.
But it was also his fault that he had just said in anger that he wanted to copy the "Lingyan Sutra". Even if he was to copy the 300,000 words, it would take him at least seven days.
So... then...
Cui Zhijun suddenly reached out and closed the sutra in front of Taishi Zheng. "Nothing, it just suddenly occurred to me that Mother has been reading the Diamond Sutra a lot lately, so copying it would be more effective. This sutra has over 5,000 words, so if we copy it seven times, it will be of immeasurable merit. That way, we can send it to Mother by tomorrow."
Cui Zhijun made up for himself.
"Over five thousand, seven times, that's over thirty-five thousand words. That's a lot less. I'll listen to you, my dear."
Zheng was delighted and took out a clean piece of paper.
Cui Zhiyun held his forehead and smiled bitterly.
Even being punished by copying scriptures, she could be so happy. She was extremely optimistic.
Afterwards, Cui Zhijun accompanied Taishi Zheng in copying these 30,000-plus characters for four or five hours. During this time, he copied the text several times under the pretext of imitating the text, preparing it for future use.
The hour of You is approaching and dusk is approaching.
Tai Shi Zheng squeezed her swollen eyes. For some reason, she turned her head and stared at Cui Zhijun for a full quarter of an hour.
Cui Zhijun was so uncomfortable that he couldn't concentrate on copying the sutras. He asked in a deep voice, "Why do you keep looking at me? Have you finished copying the sutras?"
"I'm so tired. Looking at my husband gives me some strength." Taishi Zheng smiled and leaned on the table. Her little face instantly curled up at her elbows. "My husband has beautiful handwriting, is handsome, and has a good temper. It's just as they said. But my husband, let me ask you, has there really been no young lady who has expressed her feelings for you before?"
"No." Cui Zhijun answered firmly.
Tai Shi Zheng didn't believe it. "How is that possible? Don't lie! I haven't seen you before. If I had, I wouldn't have let you stay alone until now. Tell me the truth, and I won't be angry."
Cui Zhijun's hand trembled slightly as he held the pen, leaving a faint stain on a perfect scroll.
He was always surprised by the frankness of those around him. Cui Zhiyun explained, "The Imperial College is full of men. My daily life is limited to the Imperial College and my home. Therefore, apart from the women in my family, I have never had any contact with other women."
You are the first one.
This is what Cui Zhiyun meant.
Taishi Zheng sighed upon hearing this, "My dear, your life is so monotonous. Don't you have any other entertainment options? If you were like Lao Wu, living a carefree and unrestrained life, you would surely attract many young ladies. A handsome and talented man is much more attractive than a dandy boy."
Cui Zhijun said seriously, "I don't need it."
Zheng smiled at his pure and flawless face and replied softly, "That's right. If you were so ostentatious, someone else would have snatched you up early. Who would I marry? Xia Laowu? Oh, wouldn't that be a dark and endless day?"
At this point, Zheng was so frightened that she quickly shook her head to get rid of all the unlucky thoughts. But at that time, Xia Buyu, who was far away in Yunxiang Tower enjoying the gentleness of the gentle land, sneezed loudly for no apparent reason.
Could it be that the weather is getting colder?
"Who is Xia Laowu?" Cui Zhijun was actually curious.
Taishi Zheng was feeling sleepy at this moment, her head drooping to the side, "He... is mine... good..."
What's good about that? He finished his sentence. Cui Zhijun looked at Taishi Zheng, wanting to hear the second half of her answer.
Ke Zheng slept so well that she seemed to have fallen asleep.
Cui Zhijun couldn't selfishly wake her up, so he had no choice but to let her sleep. But, Taishi Zheng, is marrying me definitely the best choice?
The pen holder was no longer warm, and Cui Zhijun looked at it quietly.
Life in the Earl's mansion was like a tangled mess of inextricable threads, a recurring cycle of intractable, incoherent details. Grudges grew deeper, the knots piled up. Though Choi Jik-kyung remained aloof from these seemingly insignificant matters, he knew they would eventually erupt. And when they did, no one would be immune.
My thoughts are in chaos,
Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door: "Erlang Jun."
When the old woman came in, Cui Zhijun subconsciously did not respond, but stretched out his hand to signal the visitor to be silent.
Seeing this, the old woman lowered her voice and asked, "Second Young Master, from the Fu family, I've asked you to know that everything is ready for your return home tomorrow. Is there anything else you'd like to add so I can have someone prepare it?"
"No need, I trust you to do the job." Cui Zhijun shook his head slightly. The old woman wanted to leave the room after hearing this, but was called back, "Wait."
Cui Zhijun carefully lifted the paperweight, picked up several copies of the Diamond Sutra, and handed them to the maid. "Please take these scrolls to Dongli Pavilion for me to give to my mother. Say that this is Erlang's wife's apology after reflecting on her mistakes. I wish to dedicate the merits of this to my mother. I hope she will not be offended by the younger generation's rudeness. Don't say anything else."
Cui Zhijun was careful, and this time he used a new and slightly unfamiliar handwriting so that Yu Yuelan would not be suspicious.
"Don't worry, Erlangjun, I'll do it right away." The old woman, having received the order, would do her best. She took the scripture and went out.
The person left.
Cui Zhijun's gaze returned to Taishi Zheng. He first reached out and gently pulled out the scrolls of scriptures she had been holding under her arms. Then, after carefully examining the handwriting on the pages, which was written in the naive style of Taishi Zheng, he decided to store these rather unassuming copies of the scriptures, along with the famous paintings, in a wooden box perched high on the antique shelf.
He told himself that this was not a treasure, but a token of his unwillingness to throw away her hard work.
After that, more than half an hour passed.
Tai Shi Zheng finally woke up from the desk in a daze. Her hair on the right side was also hanging down due to being weighed down by her.
Zheng raised her head and yawned for two days. Meanwhile, Cui Zhijun, sitting idly by the side, reading by lamplight, asked casually, "Are you awake?"
"Um……"
Tai Shi Zheng rubbed her sleepy face, and vaguely saw the dark sky outside the window. She woke up and said, "Why is it so dark? Wasn't it still light just now? My dear, how long have I slept? How long have I slept--"
Zheng said this in fear and shook Cui Zhijun's arm.
Cui Zhijun was dizzy from her shaking. He reached back and tapped Taishi Zheng on the head with the book, as if warning a distracted student in class. "Let go."
Although it didn't hurt, Zheng subconsciously reached out and held her head, saying aggrievedly, "It's over, it's over. I wasted so much time. I have to stay up late to copy scriptures tonight. Why didn't you wake me up?"
But when she lowered her eyes after mumbling, she found that the table had been cleared away. Tai Shi Zheng asked suspiciously, "Eh? Where are the things on the table?"
"The scriptures have been sent to my mother, and she replied that I can do whatever I want with them. Although my mother hasn't expressed her opinion on this matter, it's temporarily resolved." Cui Zhijun gathered the clothes that she was pulling.
Tai Shi Zheng scratched his head. "But my dear... I haven't finished copying the scriptures yet? Are you just going to send it over like that? Mother-in-law, is it really okay over there?"
Cui Zhijun closed the book in his palm and placed it on the desk. "Anyway, it's over. Just remember not to be so impulsive next time."
The person in front of me was vague.
Taishi Zheng was also very carefree. Cui Zhijun said something, and she took it easy. She immediately put on a relaxed look, stood up, and said to Cui Zhijun: "Okay, I remember. My dear, it's getting late. I'm hungry. Can we have dinner now?"
How could there be such a shameless person in the world? Cui Zhijun looked up at her and said, "I've finished my meal."
"What? My husband didn't even invite me to dinner?" Taishi Zheng couldn't believe it. He didn't even invite anyone to dinner. How could anyone do that? This guy was truly a hypocritical hypocrite.
Cui Zhijun calmly sat at his desk and replied, "This matter has nothing to do with me. I blame you for not being sincere while copying the sutras and being lazy. This can be considered as punishment."
Zheng curled her lips, crossed her arms and said angrily, "What a vicious punishment. Cui Zhijun, can you really bear to let me starve? You should at least leave me some food, right? Just a bite to fill my stomach will do! You treat me like this, aren't you afraid that I will tell my father tomorrow that your uncle's mansion won't let anyone eat! I'm telling you, be careful tomorrow, my father is very powerful——"
"How can you bear it?" Cui Zhijun stood up with a calm expression and walked from the desk to the door.
Zheng, however, watched the man's every move with a resentful look, as if she was looking for the perfect moment to deliver a punch.
However, Cui Zhijun failed in three seconds, and the maidservant still arrived at an untimely time. Not long after he finished speaking, the maidservant's voice came from the courtyard, "Madam, husband! Come quickly, dinner is ready. The kitchen has cooked roasted yellow croaker tonight, it smells so good——"
What's the meal? What's the meal?
A faint fragrance filled her nose, and Taishi Zheng asked the maid in the courtyard in surprise, "Aunt Wu, what time is it now?"
"What time is it? What's the matter, madam? It's not even the first watch yet, and it's only 12 o'clock? It's time for dinner." The old woman was puzzled.
The courtyard and the west room were both utterly silent. It had only been half an hour! And after the silence, a turbulent tide followed. Cui Zhijun, acting as if nothing had happened, brushed past Taishi Zheng, hoping to get away with it.
Zheng, however, pinched her waist in the shadow of the lamp behind him, "You are so good, Cui Erlang! You dare to tease me, I will punish you, you are not allowed to eat the roasted yellow croaker tonight——"
At that time, the maid who had served in the courtyard for more than fifteen years saw this scene and tears welled up in her eyes...
It has been fifteen years, and this is the first time that the old slave has seen the "young master" teasing someone, and it was a woman.
As an old slave, I have no regrets in this life——
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