Chapter 498 Um... What's going on now?
Lu Shizhu, who was leading the donkey, suddenly froze: "You...you...this carriage isn't yours, it's mine! And this donkey, it's a big ox!"
"What do you mean 'your family'? If you call it, will it answer?"
"That dog is mine too, where did you get this donkey cart?" Lu Shizhu panicked for a moment, "Where did you take my sister?"
"Are you tired? Give it to me." Just as Lü Shizhu was getting impatient, he saw his brother-in-law step forward and take the basket off the old woman's back. He then carried it on his own back.
Just as Jiang Nuanzhi was having fun, she suddenly felt a lightness on her body. Turning her head, she saw Li Rong smiling as he took the reins from her hand. He looked down at her.
“Arong, you recognized me.”
Jiang Nuanzhi stopped pretending and asked, "When did you recognize me?"
Li Rong twitched the corner of his mouth: "Just now too."
Li Rong then looked at her closely and couldn't help but reach out and remove the goose feather from her head.
"How did it get like this?"
Her face was covered in rough wrinkles, and she had lost one of her front teeth. Her head was tightly bound with a headscarf, and she was holding a large goose in her arms and a goose feather duster in her hand.
The car wheel rolled over the puddles, splashing mud and water all over her trousers.
"You must have had a long journey."
"Yeah, it's been a tiring journey, but I miss you so much."
After saying that, Jiang Nuanzhi hugged the person in front of her.
Hmm, after being in Kyoto for so long, it seems to have gotten better looking.
Now, Jiang Nuanzhi is holding the person, but she secretly holds his wrist.
The beauty suddenly rushed into his arms, and Li Rong was momentarily stunned, instinctively catching her. At first, he felt a little unaccustomed to it, but then he noticed that A Nuan was taking his pulse, and he knew that she had been worried all the way, so he simply held her close and let her be.
Then everyone saw this scene. They were all dumbfounded.
"What does this mean? Does anyone know?"
Suddenly, the old woman who looked to be in her seventies or eighties embraced the handsome young man.
The old woman had all sorts of goose feathers stuck to her head and smelled of goose droppings. Others avoided her like the plague, but the handsome young man had a faint, almost indulgent smile on his lips.
On the carriage, two children with pigtails sticking up in the air rushed towards Li Rong.
Li Rong was carrying one in his left arm and one in his right arm. Even the old man who had gotten off the carriage was rushing over on his own.
However, he was kicked away by Li Rong the next second.
Dongzang tossed aside the disguised iron pot on his back and inexplicably pouted: "General, really, why are you kicking people? Do you think I want a hug too? I'm just going to bow."
Then, noticing Li Rong's cool gaze that swept over him unintentionally, he immediately clasped his hands in salute: "General, Dongzang has lived up to expectations! He has safely escorted the lady back."
Lu Shizhu was dumbfounded. He picked up the tortoise shell that Dongcang had just thrown away and stared at her with an astonishingly bright look: "I knew it! It really is Sister Nuan! You scared me to death!"
Then, he secretly tried to pluck the mustache from Dongzang's mouth, but couldn't pull it off. He stared at himself, exclaiming, "Hey, how come this mustache looks so real?"
"Dare to touch me again, and believe me, I'll kick you flying!"
Dongcang threatened, and then, the next second, his beard was tugged again.
Lü Shizhu, as if out of nowhere, blinked and asked, "What did Sister Nuan use to stick it this time?"
Dongcang took a deep breath and threw a punch.
Lu Shizhu flew out in an arc.
Dongzang's forehead veins throbbed twice, and he was so angry that he kept blowing on his beard.
How did she know the beard was so thick? She should ask the lady; she can't even pull it out while sleeping at night!
Lin Chun glanced at Dong Cang, then slowly pulled Lü Shizhu up: "I told you long ago not to mess with her."
For a moment, seeing Lü Shizhu's black eye, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Lin Chun and the others were somewhat prepared for Jiang Nuanzhi's current situation. After all, they had met from time to time along the way, and each time the people were different. Lin Chun glanced at Jiang Nuanzhi's appearance, then got into the carriage to prepare things, thinking about how to help his wife with her makeup.
But Chi Heng and his group were completely stunned.
Chi Heng: "Is this your sister-in-law?"
General Wan: "It should be, right? The voices are the same."
The Divine Physician said, "Everything about her looks different. Doctor Jiang used to be so round, how come she's become so thin?"
Wang Yong: "General Li is already holding it, so it should be correct, right?"
Xuan Ting: "."
"Auntie Nuan! Auntie Nuan!"
After regaining his senses, he rushed straight to Jiang Nuanzhi.
Jiang Nuanzhi tried to pick him up, but the boy had grown quite a bit taller. Jiang Nuanzhi tried several times, but could only lift him up a little. In the end, she just gave him a hug: "Little Xuan Ting, did you miss Aunt Nuan?"
Chi Heng and the others looked at each other, and it seemed that they were right.
The scene was a bit eerie, but since it was his sister-in-law, it was still acceptable.
The crowd watching behind them was dumbfounded: "Is this old woman the doctor?"
"I think so, right?"
"Is that her son holding her?"
"But she doesn't look like it. Why do other people still call her 'sister-in-law'?"
"Good heavens, what on earth is going on? Can anyone tell me?!"
At the very front of the crowd, Zhou Xing, the Minister of Rites, was also craning his neck to look around. Even though he considered himself to be very perceptive, he still couldn't understand the situation in front of him at all.
What is all this nonsense?
The person the Sixth Prince is going to pick up is this old woman who looks like she's about to be buried.
Does this seem right?
The magpie doctor blinked, then, regaining his senses, he squeezed forward: "Doctor Jiang, this old man has something to say."
"Grandmaster! Waaah! Grandmaster!"
Before Doctor Que could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a wail. A beautiful young woman on the carriage lunged at him.
The man's wailing was earth-shattering: "Grandmaster, I've finally seen you! This journey has been so arduous. You have no idea what Sanqi has gone through!"
Sanqi clung to him tightly, tears and snot streaming down her face. Her lip rouge was even rubbed off.
At first, Doctor Que wanted to push it away directly, but after realizing it really was Sanqi, he frowned and said, "Tsk, what happened to you?"
Then, he casually patted his head a couple of times like petting a big dog: "It's good that you're back. Go wash your face quickly, you look terrible."
After saying this, he vaguely noticed that the people around him were looking at him strangely. When he saw Sanqi clinging to him tightly, Doctor Que jumped away as if he were avoiding a plague: "You, you, you, stay away from your master!"
Then he glared at Sanqi, thinking, "That brat, dressed like that, almost ruined my reputation of many years."
He immediately turned to look at Jiang Nuanzhi: "Doctor Jiang, um, the Emperor has issued an imperial edict ordering you to come to the capital immediately. What do you think?"
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground, his last gaze fixed on Sanqi.
Sanqi blinked twice, and the next second, she slapped her thigh: "Oh no! I was so focused on guarding against bad guys that I didn't remove the powder from my clothes. This powder was developed by me and Doctor Jiang. If anyone touches my clothes, even an elephant will be knocked out!"
"Hey, Grandmaster, Grandmaster, wake up! Are you alright?"
Sanqi continued to hold the Doctor Que and shake him for a while.
Doctor Que's drug resistance was extraordinary. He was just about to wake up when he saw Sanqi's face. He didn't say a word before his eyes rolled back again, and he fainted completely.
(End of this chapter)
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