"Will Li Tang become a fool?"
"No way, after all, he has the talent of the top scholar."
The couple squatted in front of Li Tang and analyzed his mental state.
Li Tang continued to repeat the same words over and over again, chattering on and on, regardless of whether Su Shien paid any attention to him.
After half an hour, Li Tang's voice became smaller and smaller, as if the battery had been disconnected.
Su Shien suggested: "Talent cannot be wasted. How about we make use of it and use it as a counter-espionage strategy?"
Talent? Trash? Do you want to hear what you're talking about?
His husband is good and bad, but he loves her so much. They are really a pair of disasters made in heaven.
"I'll listen to you. We won't use your help in vain. Once the job is done, let Li Tang return to normal."
Su Shien was curious, how would he recover? A beating?
Han Zeyu angrily retorted, "Rude! That's called winning people over with virtue!"
Su Shien was speechless. He was just going to be beaten anyway.
Tiezhu used his unique skill "spitting lotus flowers" and sprayed Li Tang with a mouthful of strong liquor.
After Han Zeyu's careful guidance, Li Tang, who had not yet escaped from the tiger's den, fell into the wolf's den again.
Su Shien and Tiezhu helped the man onto the carriage and stuffed a tael of silver into the servant's pocket.
Lord Li couldn't hold his liquor, so he was told to drive slowly.
There was still some time before curfew, so the servant agreed with a smile since he had received the benefit.
When Li Tang woke up the next day, he had no memory of how he got home.
His memory still lingers on Su Shien pouring wine, serving food, and smiling brilliantly.
My head hurts so much. Drinking has ruined things. I must remember not to drink too much in the future.
Madam Li brought some sobering soup and asked her husband with concern if he needed to see a doctor.
Li Tang thought that he had important things to do, so he rejected his wife's kindness.
"It's just a hangover, no big deal."
I picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. I didn't think there was anything wrong with drinking sobering soup after sobering up.
Looking at Li Tang's back, Mrs. Li remained silent for a long time.
He was clearly not feeling well and had asked for leave from the Hanlin Academy, but he still went out in the bleak autumn wind. It seemed that he was really moved.
I cried and asked, but they just gave me a perfunctory response.
Forget it, let it be!
She already has a son, so as long as she can keep this baby, it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl.
Two children are enough for her to gain a firm foothold and no one can find fault with her.
As for Li Tang, he doesn't need to have any other children in the future.
Yuan Qinghan made harsh remarks through Li Tang, seemingly admitting his mistakes and pleading for Xiao Hongyu, but in fact, he was making clear the fact that he was the third son of the royal family.
He wanted to put Su Shien under pressure and make him hesitate.
Unexpectedly, Su Shien actually responded, but the content of this response was not optimistic.
He had to hand over the money and the person as compensation for his burglary and attempted murder, and five thousand taels of silver as compensation for mental damage, not a single tael less.
Yuan Qinghan was stunned for a moment. Five thousand taels?
Su Shien could have just robbed the person, but he had to openly accuse him of two crimes.
Five thousand taels is certainly nothing to Prince Rui's Mansion, but distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.
Three thousand taels is still something I can think of, but five thousand taels is too much. That person is just asking for an exorbitant price.
That's a nice idea. If it can't be solved privately, then let the government intervene.
He still didn't believe that the emperor would just watch him die without helping, after all, he was his cousin.
Prince Rui is the younger brother of the retired emperor, so his son is naturally the cousin of the current emperor.
It’s a pity that in the eyes of His Majesty, even his own brother is not worth five thousand taels, let alone an unpleasant cousin.
The emperor was in a good mood and rewarded Su Shien with two boxes of pastries.
Su Shien, holding the food box, was thinking seriously about the deep meaning behind the imperial pastries.
Could it be that Xiao Chenxuan was instructed by the emperor to deliver the invitation?
And these two boxes of pastries are the result of the old fox getting carried away after learning that his plan was going smoothly?
The original price of five thousand taels gave the other party room for bargaining.
Han Zeyu's psychological expected price was three thousand taels.
Third Young Master, three thousand taels, the price is right.
If the eldest son comes, it must be worth ten thousand taels.
After returning home to discuss the matter with Yu Ge'er, Han Zeyu swallowed the almond cake and happily decided that he wanted five thousand taels, not a single copper coin less.
Su Shien was surprised. Why did the price go up while they were talking about it?
Han Zeyu shook his head mysteriously and said, "Just wait and see what happens."
After a moment, Su Shien also figured out the interests involved.
Reward my husband with a kiss, his son Yu Ge'er is so smart.
Han Zeyu's eyes lit up, and he picked up a long piece of crispy cake and stuffed one end into Su Shien's mouth.
"Hold on tight and don't move. Let me eat you up bite by bite, and then give you a sweet, delicious kiss at the end."
His wife, Mr. Su, is really a feast for the eyes.
Oh no, inspiration came again. There is really no bottleneck in his creation.
They agreed to divide the spoils on the spot but kept delaying it. Tiezhu led Zhao Xun and Luo Ying to find out what was going on.
Hearing the restricted conversation in the room, Tiezhu covered Zhao Xun's ears with a look of disgust.
"Don't listen, Xiao Zhao! I'm doing this for your own good."
Luo Ying blinked. Could it be that he would listen?
Tie Zhu said casually, "How old are you? You haven't even grown all your hair yet. You don't know shit. It's useless to listen."
Luo Ying...
Actually, he knows a lot. Never mind, it’s not a good memory. Besides, Brother Tiezhu meant well.
Han Zeyu heard the conversation between these silly boys, but he pretended not to hear it and continued to concentrate on acting like a hooligan.
How could the King of Hell owe a debt to the little ghosts, so he gave them red envelopes the next day and distributed the dividends to several people.
…
At the end of October, the cold wind of late autumn swept the yellow fallen leaves and swirled around.
Master Han stood with his hands folded, counting with his fingers behind his back, and decided that today was a good day for hot pot.
Tie Dongming got off the carriage and found that the gate was not closed. He strode into the yard with gifts in his hand and met Han Zeyu who jumped down from the roof.
"What kind of exercise is this?"
Han Zeyu avoided the topic and directly extended the invitation: "General Tie, I'm sorry for not welcoming you. Please come in!"
Tie Dongming's purpose of this trip was very clear, which was to tell Han Zeyu a piece of news: Prince Rui's third son was missing.
According to his personal servant, this was the last place the Third Young Master appeared.
Han Zeyu asked sincerely, full of curiosity: "A personal servant? How personal? Do they even go to the toilet together?"
Tie Dongming...
How should he respond? Couldn't this guy just give a normal reaction?
Han Zeyu shrugged. "Whoever makes the claim must provide evidence. He said someone disappeared from my house, so what was he doing here? Burglary? Retaliation? Murder?"
"It's good enough that I didn't sue him, but they dared to turn the tables and blame me. Is there any law left?"
"He's a loser who can't stand losing. He has a fat face, so he must have been kidnapped. Instead of getting into trouble with me, he should prepare the ransom as soon as possible."
"If his family is ready, I can help find someone."
Han Zeyu's mouth was like a machine gun, firing indiscriminately, choking Tie Dongming to the point of being speechless.
In the final analysis, one has to spend money to avoid disaster.
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