Chapter 111 Princess Rouan
In fact, this little boy named Wang Ran has been secretly watching Ah Chun meditating in the courtyard since he entered the house, with a look of longing on his face.
It looks like he wants to learn martial arts.
Wei Changtian thought for a moment and asked Li Suyue.
"Madam, have you ever taken him to have his pulse checked?"
"this……"
Li Suyue hesitated for a while before answering in a low voice: "No, I don't want Ran'er to follow his father's path again."
“…”
Wei Changtian understood instantly.
Perhaps in Li Suyue's view, if her late husband had not practiced cultivation, he would not have been able to become a bodyguard, and if he had not been able to become a bodyguard, he would not have encountered the bandits and would not have died.
This idea is not wrong, but she may not be able to think about it from another perspective - if her man does not practice cultivation, will her life definitely be better than it is now?
This is the same reason why many wives in previous lives would complain that their husbands “only cared about working and didn’t know how to spend time with them.”
Many things cannot be achieved at the same time. When you gain something, you will inevitably lose something.
Wei Changtian was not a person who liked to teach others, so he did not tell Li Suyue about this at the moment, but just nodded.
"I understand. This is quite good."
"Well, I don't ask how much Ran'er can achieve..."
Li Suyue sighed softly: "I just hope he is safe and sound."
…
Soon, Li Suyue left with her son full of gratitude, saying that she would go back to pack up and come to "work" in the afternoon.
Wei Changtian didn't care about this. He did this just to create some contact opportunities for Zhang San and Li Suyue, and didn't expect the latter to really do much work.
But Zhang San didn't know the reason, so as soon as the mother and son left, he hurriedly asked: "Sir, I am a rough man, why do I need others to serve me?"
Wei Changtian did not answer directly, but asked with a smile: "What do you think of this woman Li Suyue?"
"What do you mean, sir?"
"All kinds of things."
"I dare not say for sure, but at present she seems to be a good wife and mother."
"What does he look like?"
“Not bad.”
"Um……"
Wei Changtian nodded, smiling even more: "Zhang San, I heard from Wang Er that you are not married."
"this……"
Zhang San was stunned for a moment: "Sir, you don't want to..."
"What do you think?"
Wei Changtian said without comment: "You are not young anymore, you can't stay single forever. If you think Li Suyue is suitable, you might as well try to get in touch with her more."
"Of course, if you want to find a virgin girl, that's fine too. I'll keep an eye out for you in the future."
“…”
Zhang San never expected that Wei Changtian would actually find a wife for him. For a moment, his thoughts were quite complicated.
As an outlaw, he spent the first half of his life basically on the run and committing crimes. It was not until he was rescued from the Dali Temple by Wang Er and joined the Freemasonry that he was able to live a relatively stable life.
And now there is still a chance to start a family?
Although the girls in the brothel are all young, beautiful and have superb skills.
But Zhang San still has some yearning for "getting a wife". After all, this kind of spiritual sustenance is particularly attractive to someone like him who has his head tied to his belt.
As for the fact that Li Suyue was a widow, he could accept it. As long as she could still have children, other problems would not be a big deal.
"Sir, I..."
Zhang San, who was usually cold and aloof, seemed a little embarrassed. He stammered for a long time but couldn't make any clear words.
"Hahaha!"
Wei Changtian didn't rush him, but just laughed and said, "There's no rush for this matter, you can think about it slowly."
"If you two can really make it, I will personally be your witness!"
“…”
Hearing this, Zhang San's eyes froze for a moment.
He opened his mouth but no words came out. He just bent down and bowed deeply to Wei Changtian.
…
…
afternoon.
After riding in the carriage for half an hour, Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen finally met "Prince Shun" Ning Qingyu, one of the four princes of Daning, at the Prince Shun's Mansion.
A middle-aged man who looked sick.
It is said that this prince loved poetry the most and had great attainments in it, having written many widely circulated works.
If he had ascended the throne at that time, he would probably have been able to compete with the last emperor of Southern Tang in his previous life.
However, this was a good thing for Wei Changtian. After all, he was now a well-known figure in the Daning poetry world. Therefore, as soon as he arrived at the palace, he received a very warm reception from Ning Qingyu.
"I have heard of Master Wei's poetry for a long time. Now I finally get to see it. It is such a blessing!"
In the magnificent hall, Ning Qingyu sat in the main seat, a smile almost spilling out of his face, without any of the airs that a prince should have.
Of course, no matter how Ning Qingyu behaves, Wei Changtian definitely cannot laugh.
"Your Majesty, you are too kind."
"Hahaha, Master Wei, there's no need to be so modest!"
Ning Qingyu pointed to a piece of calligraphy behind him, and it turned out to be the poem "The clouds look like clothes, the flowers look like face" was written on it.
"Based on this poem alone, your talent is better than ninety-nine percent of the scholars in Daning!"
Indeed, if Li Bai himself were here, I guess none of you would be able to compare to him.
Wei Changtian muttered to himself in his heart, but on the surface he remained humble and kept trying to divert the topic away from "poetry".
But Ning Qingyu was not interested in anything else. After just a few words, he returned to talking about poetry and seriously asked Wei Changtian how to write a good poem.
Wei Changtian knows nothing about writing poetry, let alone writing good poetry.
He dealt with nonsense for a long time, but finally couldn't stand Ning Qingyu's continuous questioning, so he said something casually with some perfunctory meaning.
"A good sentence is something that comes naturally, or that is found by a skilled hand."
Wei Changtian's original intention was to say that I write poems simply by copying and have no skills, so don't ask me.
But who would have thought that Ning Qingyu's eyes lit up after hearing this, as if he had obtained some treasure, and immediately shouted that he wanted to write it down.
"Someone! Go get Ke'er!"
Keer?
When he heard the name, Wei Changtian's impatience disappeared and he instantly became energetic.
On the way here, Liang Zhen gave him a detailed introduction to Ning Qingyu's family situation. He had no sons, only three unmarried daughters.
The oldest one is just eighteen years old this year. His name is Ning Yuke and his nickname is "Rouan".
Although I don't know what Princess Rouan looks like, her identity alone is enough to make her attractive...
It's not easy to travel through time, and if I have the chance, I'd still like to try "riding a princess".
"Squeak~"
Soon, the door slowly opened under Wei Changtian's expectant gaze, and a graceful figure walked into the room.
But at the same time, Wei Changtian's idea of "riding the princess" also instantly dissipated.
The reason is simple, Princess Rouan is not good-looking.
In fact, she is not ugly, but she has a long scar on the left side of her face, which does look a bit hideous at first glance.
Wei Changtian looked at Liang Zhen, who was also surprised, with some surprise. At this moment, Ning Yuke, who had just entered the room, also trembled.
She hurriedly turned her back, and when she turned back she was wearing a veil.
"Father, why didn't you tell me that there were visitors at home..."
(End of this chapter)
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