In the middle of the night, Han Zeyu stood in the woods outside the city, looking at the pitch-black BMW with disdain.
He could pass through the wall easily, but what would this big fool do?
Xiao Hei blinked innocently. He saw that the dog owner often used this trick on his mistress, and it seemed to work a little.
"Don't pretend with me, it's useless. Look at your waist, do you still want to find a wife? Look at Old Huang, he's in middle age and still maintains his figure."
Han Zeyu gestured and gave up decisively. This guy was much heavier than Menzi and Lao Huang, and his waist circumference was not even on the same level.
The fat and strong Xiao Hei weighs at least five or six hundred pounds. Last year he could still carry Xiao Hei, but this year it might be difficult.
After studying for a long time, Han Zeyu could only use a stupid method. He found the weak point, broke through the city wall, let Xiao Hei pass through first, and then he would restore the wall.
"You're so stupid! I won't take you out next time."
Facing an eight-meter-high city wall, let alone a two-meter-high dark horse, even if a giraffe came, it would not be as tall as the city wall!
Xiao Hei lowered his proud head and listened to someone attacking him with vicious words.
After unremitting efforts, he finally crawled out covered in dust.
The horse's life is hard and it wants to go home.
In fact, it’s not bad to tease the dog owner’s mistress, at least she has a good temper.
The little bit of supernatural power that Han Zeyu had just recovered was used up again, and now he just disliked Xiao Hei in every way.
Xiao Hei stayed away from someone because he was black and could hide in the dark.
Try to reduce your presence as much as possible, and you will avoid being scolded less.
On the way to the ferry, they would first pass by the back door of the Su Mansion. Han Zeyu thought about going there to beg for money tomorrow and helping Yunsong deliver the letter by the way.
But it would be a waste of time to just leave like that. How about he go in and take a look first?
Han Zeyu squatted in the shadow at the foot of the wall, struggling with his inner thoughts.
Just as he was hesitating, a figure jumped out from the wall of Su Mansion.
Oh my god! What’s going on?
What he is struggling with now is not whether to go in, but whether to chase after him.
He only has 20% to 30% of his supernatural power left. If he meets a master, wouldn't it be a tragedy for him?
After weighing the pros and cons, Han Zeyu decisively gave up.
Gossip is valuable, but life is more valuable. Compared with my husband, both can be thrown away.
Nothing can happen to him. If he dies and the money is not spent, this is the biggest regret in life.
Besides, how could he let the perfect husband he had worked so hard to train be given to some little devil outside?
The person just now was wearing night clothes, and judging from the back he was of medium build, and it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
Han Zeyu's gossipy heart was about to die out, but not completely.
Han Zeyu sneaked to the place and looked around for a moment.
Raise your hands, jump, grab the wall, even without using your special powers, he is still an expert at climbing over walls.
Han Zeyu looked around. Where was this? He had toured the Su Mansion thoroughly, but the only place he hadn't been was the concubines' courtyard.
Aunt Chen lives in the west wing, and Aunt Bai lives next door. Han Zeyu has no idea which courtyard the man just left from.
But no matter who it is, Su Wanli may have been cuckolded.
Thinking of this, Han Zeyu couldn't help but change Master Su's hair color in his mind.
When people reach middle age, they feel powerless, their waist and legs ache, they lack energy, and they feel that their bodies are hollowed out.
One bottle refreshes your mind, two bottles keep you tired, three bottles make you immortal...
Bah! What are you thinking!
Mr. Su is the father of eight children, how could he be unable to do it?
Besides...
No, he still wanted to laugh.
This old guy originally wanted to find a beautiful concubine for Su Shien, and even said that he was a country bumpkin.
You are rich, you are noble, you have concubines, but you can't keep them under control!
Han Zeyu climbed over the wall in a very good mood. Xiao Hei looked at his smug face and turned away silently. He really met the wrong person.
Han Zeyu maintained his good mood all the way. He slept on Xiao Hei's back for a while. When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn.
In order not to disturb his uncle's family's rest, he still chose not to take the usual route.
The mule woke up early and was startled when he saw someone suddenly jump in. Just as he was about to open his mouth to howl, his mouth was pinched by someone.
Well, the one who can use such a simple and crude method of forced silencing must be his master.
Han Zeyu touched the well-behaved mule, then looked at the stupid horse peeking out from outside the wall.
It’s amazing that even though they both walk on four legs, the difference is so huge.
The old man slept little, and when he woke up early in the morning he saw Yu Ge'er coming back and happily talked to him.
"You just left, why are you back?"
Han Zeyu...
"Grandma, don't you miss me?"
"Oh, I miss you, of course I do! Grandma is worried about you traveling so long, so don't go back and forth. Grandma is in good health and can wait."
Han Zeyu hugged the lovely Grandma Han, who was the pillar of the Han family.
"Grandma, the inn I opened in the capital is always crowded with guests. I get along well with the neighbors around me. Even the dog across the street likes me."
"Our Jade Brother is always popular, and the same goes for cats and dogs."
"That's true. I'm brave and willing to help others. I've fought criminals and rescued kidnapped children..."
"That's great, but be careful!"
"Don't worry, my husband is very capable. The court has allocated him a courtyard. His colleagues in the Hanlin Academy all like him. We are both loved by everyone. We are a perfect match made in heaven."
"That's good. Do you think I have good taste?"
Early in the morning, the grandfather and grandson were chatting happily in the yard.
The uncle also wanted to say a few words, but after looking for a long time, he couldn't get a word in. He shook his head and went to work in front.
It was really my aunt who was amazing. She took the initiative to join in the atmosphere and actually had a very happy chat.
Wang Qin brought her daughter to listen at the side. The little girl shrank her neck and ran to the front to find her father.
Her young, beast-like instinct urged her to leave this troubled place as soon as possible.
Han Zeyu had enough of chatting and went to have a hearty breakfast.
"Aunt, I missed your cooking skills when I was in the capital. They have really improved."
"You are talking nonsense again, kid. There is nothing lacking in the capital! But if you want to eat, come back and your aunt will make it for you."
The topic changed and they started chatting again.
Han Zeyu calculated the time. It was almost time for dinner at the Su Mansion, so he took Xiao Hei to the Su Mansion to eat and save some food at home.
It’s a pity that lunch at the Su Mansion today is much simpler.
Mrs. Su Wang went to the temple to pray not long ago. One was to ask the Buddha to bless Su Yunsong with a smooth academic career, and the other was to ask Guanyin to grant Su Yunzhu a child.
There was no news after more than a year of marriage, and the Zhang family was a little anxious. Fortunately, Zhang Yaozu was quite responsible and always protected his wife.
Mrs. Su Wang wanted to fulfill a vow, so she has been eating vegetarian food recently.
Su Wanli had a loss of appetite due to inflammation. Not long ago, he lost a batch of goods. It was useless to report to the police because there was no clue at all.
Although the loss was not severe, it was certainly not pleasant, so he was not in the mood to eat.
Han Zeyu, who was in a particularly good mood, was about to come to their house, and soon the couple couldn't even eat vegetarian food.
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