Chapter 81 Rain Comes
Lin Hao raised his head slightly to feel the cool breeze and advised, "Mom, let's go back tomorrow. It might rain later."
A voice came from behind: "How do you know it will rain later?"
Lin Hao turned around and saw several people standing not far away, surrounding the King of Wei. The person who had just asked the question was the King of Wei.
"Greetings, Your Highness." Lin took a step forward, shielding her two daughters behind her, and bowed.
The King of Wei smiled and said, "Madam, there's no need to be so polite. I and a few friends were just about to descend the mountain today, and I was curious about what your daughter had said, so I asked."
Lin Hao listened to King Wei's words, and his eyes swept over the people around him inconspicuously.
Yang Zhe, Han Baocheng and Wen Feng are among them.
She was a little surprised for a moment.
Unexpectedly, Tang Wei's accident became an opportunity for these people to make friends with King Wei.
Lin was unwilling to deal with the King of Wei and said with a smile, "The little girl just wanted to play outside for another day and said nothing. Your Highness, please don't take it seriously."
She didn't want the King of Wei to have a good impression of those beautiful girls. What if he wanted to marry her?
Lin's idea was very simple: she would never marry her daughter to a ball, no matter how noble the ball was.
"So it was just a joke." The King of Wei smiled, as if he had thought of something, "I haven't asked the lady which mansion she is from yet."
Lin was secretly alert: "This little woman is from the Lin family of the General's Mansion."
"The Lin family of the General's Mansion..." King Wei suddenly realized, "No wonder the lady looks so familiar."
Lin: “Hehe.”
Seeing that Lin was not very talkative, King Wei said goodbye to her.
Lin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took her good sister back to her room.
"Since the King of Wei is coming down the mountain today, let's do it tomorrow."
Lin Chan was puzzled: "Mother seems to be in awe of the King of Wei."
Lin said sternly, "You should also be respectful of the King of Wei and stay away from him if possible."
Facing the puzzled looks of her two daughters, Lin whispered, "The King of Wei hasn't married yet. What if he takes a fancy to you?"
Lin Chan was at a loss for words: "You're the only one who thinks that way. Marrying a princess is not that easy."
"That would be best. Mother hopes that you two will find someone of equal character, appearance, and family background."
Lin Hao was silent.
The mother was so afraid of the King of Wei because she thought he was fat, but she didn't know that he was still a handsome man when he lost weight.
Of course, there is no need to talk about this.
After the King of Wei and his companions had packed up, they went down the mountain.
Yang Zhe and his companions came on horseback, said goodbye to the King of Wei, and rode at full speed towards the capital.
The King of Wei got into his carriage and leisurely headed towards the capital.
The King of Wei's carriage was extremely spacious and luxurious, with a thick brocade carpet covering it. Two handsome and clean servants, one poured tea for the King of Wei, and the other put a brown quail egg into his mouth.
The quail eggs are stewed with the pork belly, absorbing the gravy and making it fragrant but not greasy.
The King of Wei had eaten several vegetarian meals at Qinglu Temple and had long been tired of it. As soon as he tasted the quail eggs, his appetite was immediately aroused.
While enjoying the meal, he thought of what Yang Zhuangyuan said: I have a secret recipe passed down from the Zhang family, which may be able to cure the prince's obesity.
Can he really lose weight?
The King of Wei held up the fat on his face, but still found it unbelievable.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind outside and the car curtains flew up.
It's raining.
The King of Wei stared at the rain curtains outside the window and couldn't help but think of the words of the girl in green skirt in Qinglu Temple: Come back tomorrow, it may rain later.
Was she really right?
Curiosity made King Wei want to look back, but after thinking it over he decided not to.
His carriage was so comfortable that it didn't matter even if it rained.
As for that somewhat strange girl, you will always see her in the capital.
Speaking of which, I’ve met a lot of strange people recently, including that little girl and Yang Zhuangyuan.
King Wei suddenly felt that his boring life began to become interesting.
The rain had little impact on the King of Wei sitting in the luxurious carriage, but it made life difficult for Yang Zhe and his companions.
It would be troublesome if you caught typhoid fever while riding in the rain.
A few of them went into a farmer's house to take shelter from the rain, and inevitably mentioned Lin Hao.
"Brother Wen, does your cousin have the ability to observe celestial phenomena?"
Wen Feng smiled and said, "I just came to Beijing this year, so I'm not very familiar with my cousin. From what I've seen in the Wen Mansion, my cousin is just an ordinary girl. Today's encounter must have been a coincidence."
As he spoke, he suddenly remembered his father's words: Feng'er, I tell you, Ah Hao is a man-eating monster, you'd better stay away from her.
Could it be that my cousin—
Wen Feng shook his head violently.
A man should not talk about strange things, supernatural powers, or anything like that. He should not be led astray by his father!
Seeing the usually gentle and steady Wen Feng shaking his head wildly, several people said, "Brother Wen, we believe you."
There's no need to get so excited.
At this time, the owner of the farm led someone in.
He was a young man. Because he had been caught in the rain, his inky hair stuck to his fair cheeks, making him look less gentle than usual and more stern.
Han Baocheng was stunned.
The young man who came in was actually someone he knew. He was the young prince of Prince Jing's Mansion.
"Prince." Han Baocheng greeted him politely, thinking that things had been a bit strange these past two days, as all the people he met were people he couldn't afford to offend.
Qi Shuo looked at Han Baocheng.
Han Baocheng bowed and said, "My ancestor was the Minister of War, and my name is Han Baocheng."
"Mr. Han." Qi Shuo nodded slightly and looked at the others.
Among these people, he actually knew three of them: Yang Zhuangyuan, Wen Feng, and Han Baocheng who couldn't wait to introduce himself.
"Yang Zhuangyuan." Qi Shuo nodded.
Yang Zhe bowed and saluted: "Prince."
The other three people introduced their homes one by one.
Qi Shuo was calm and showed no attention to Wen Feng.
Because of Qi Shuo's arrival, the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
"Is the prince also returning to the city?" Han Baocheng tried hard to find a topic.
Qi Shuo asked with a smile: "Are you guys going out of town for a trip?"
"We went to Qinglu Temple yesterday, but something unexpected happened. Today, things became clear, so we left.
"What's going on?" Qi Shuo looked curious.
It was impossible to hide the fact that Miss Tang Er had an accident in Qinglu Temple, so Han Baocheng told the truth.
"To think that such a thing could happen before the eyes of the Buddha."
"Who says it's not true? The prince didn't see the maid whose neck was cut. It was too tragic."
Several people echoed: "It's too tragic."
Qi Shuo also nodded: "It's too tragic."
The rain seemed to be easing a little, so Qi Shuo approached the farm owner and asked, "Do you have any rain gear? I'd like to buy one."
The farm owner hurriedly said, "I have a pair of straw raincoats and straw hats, but they are worn. If you don't mind, young master..."
Qi Shuo smiled and said, "It's good if some of them are useful."
After buying rain gear from the farmer, Qi Shuo said goodbye to Han Baocheng and others, put on his straw raincoat and hat, and rode away on horseback.
The strong wind and heavy rain turned into a drizzle. Lin Hao held up a green bamboo umbrella and looked into the distance.
The sky was gray and gloomy. At the foot of the mountain, one could still see monks and yamen runners guarding the road. Occasionally, a carriage passed slowly on the official road, and there were also pedestrians getting wet in the rain, looking quite disheveled.
A man wearing a conical hat was riding a horse. Perhaps the belt was not tied properly and the hat flew to the ground.
Lin Hao rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
Why does that person look like Prince Jing?
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