【Hey! Why did Old Dong get beaten up?!】
Sweat poured down Dong Zhen's back. He turned around and shouted at the carriage, "Summon the Second Miss!"
Chuanwen's thoughts had stopped, but when Chuanwen lifted the carriage curtain and looked over in confusion, Dong Zhen stammered, unsure of what to say. Finally, a thought flashed through her mind, and she asked Chuanwen, "Um, have you seen Lord Zhang Chengjue of the Imperial Household Department?"
Zhang Chengjue, sitting on the second floor of the teahouse, spat out his tea. Hearing Dong Zhen's voice, which, despite its unclear pronunciation, still clearly stated his name and position, he cursed, "Dong the traitor!"
Chuanwen shook his head. "I didn't see it."
Why did Old Dong seek out the burly man with his feet scratching?
Upon hearing Chuanwen's heartfelt words, Dong Zhen smiled, a hint of smug satisfaction in his eyes. This tactic was called "shifting the blame eastward."
"Oh, I didn't see it? That's okay, I'll look for it elsewhere."
Dong Zhen turned and left, his steps several times lighter than before. However, Zhang Chengjue on the second floor looked grim. His colleagues around him were already looking at him with great interest because of the nickname "scratching-footed man," and he was sweating profusely!
Chuanwen's carriage continued its journey, and his inner thoughts continued to echo: "Hahaha! Old Dong is being chased all over the yard by his mother, who's wielding a cane! She even said she'd strip his buttocks naked and beat him to a pulp! Hahaha!"
Dong Zhen's foot slipped completely; wasn't this a case of shifting the blame?
The group on the second floor of the teahouse were caught off guard and given a piece of gossip—the same old story! As expected, Chuanwen is the best at cutting gossip.
Behind the gate of the girls' school, He Lingce squatted against the wall, writing with a brush.
Uncle Han knew this man was an official sent from the palace. Although he was curious about what the man was writing so haphazardly, he didn't dare to go up and ask. Seeing that the man would occasionally chuckle, he seriously doubted whether the man had something wrong with his head.
[After beating her son, the old lady still felt there was definitely something wrong with his head, so she went to a temple outside the city to get some talismans. Hahaha! The old lady was extremely devout in Buddhism; to what extent? She believed that burning the talismans from the temple to ashes and soaking them in water was a panacea!]
[Whenever the old lady is sick or in pain, she gets a bowl of talisman water to drink, so she wanted to cure her son's brain problem, hahaha!]
Chuan Wen's merciless mockery rang out, and Dong Zhen covered her face, feeling as if she would live in the shadow of her colleagues' ridicule for the rest of her life.
But then a thought suddenly struck him: perhaps he was the only one here!
Wuhu!
Dong Zhen, mimicking Chuan Wen's tone when discovering something new, exclaimed inwardly, "He's all alone here! No colleagues have heard his embarrassing stories! Haha!"
"Lord Dong, where are you headed? I heard you were looking for me?"
Dong Zhen slowly turned his head and saw a head peeking out of a window on the second floor of the teahouse. It was Zhang Chengjue. At that moment, Zhang Chengjue was looking at him with a half-smile.
After his initial shock, Dong Zhen quickly reassured himself, "Thank goodness, it's just me and Zhang Chengjue here..."
The next moment, before he could finish comforting them, he watched in disbelief as the windows on the second floor were opened and heads popped out!
Minister of Works!
Minister of War!
......
Marquis Changxing was also among them!
Dong Zhen's lips twitched: Why are you all crammed here?!
Seeing his colleagues looking at him with amused expressions, Dong Zhen knew they had all heard Chuan Wen's thoughts. Tears welled up inside him, and he felt utterly devastated!
When Chuanwen arrived at Ergou's residence, before he even entered the courtyard, he saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old running out from inside, covering her mouth and crying. She seemed to have suffered a great injustice. She ignored Chuanwen and ran straight into the next room, presumably the neighbor's house.
【？？？】
The message raised a big question mark.
At this time, Sister Yue was still at the shop, and only Er Gou was at home. So, a man and a woman were alone, and the girl had suffered a great injustice. Chuan Wen's eyes widened, "Er Gou, how could you do this! What's wrong with letting someone touch you a couple of times?!"
cough!
Zheng Yan, standing behind him, was surprised. He had thought Chuanwen was going to condemn Er Gou for bullying a girl, but he hadn't expected Chuanwen's thought process to be so peculiar. Then Zheng Yan's mood soured. It wasn't surprising that Chuanwen thought that way; she probably wanted to touch her too.
The two entered the house and were stunned when they saw Er Gou.
Er Gou got off the bed, not looking as handsome as usual, but with sunken cheeks, dark circles under his eyes, and a deathly pale face. Even his lips were bloodless. He looked like he was on his last legs and would soon die!
"Seriously? The date isn't here yet!"
Chuanwen's eyes were a little wet, and Zheng Yan behind him was also stunned. Although he didn't like having such a person by Chuanwen's side, he was still quite shocked to see a living person about to die after only a few days.
"Xiaowen, what brings you here?"
Er Gou had already gotten out of bed. Although he still looked like a ghost, his movements as he got out of bed were strong and nimble, not at all like a dying person.
Moreover, he speaks with a strong voice.
Chuanwen resisted the urge to stuff the Ganoderma lucidum from the brocade box into Er Gou's mouth and asked him, "Are you... sick?"
Er Gou then remembered his current appearance and laughed, "No, I was just lying to that little girl."
As he spoke, he went behind the door to wash his face. When he faced Chuanwen again, he was once again the refreshing scholar with a gentle smile, without a trace of illness.
Chuanwen couldn't help but twitch her lips; it scared her to death!
Before the messenger could even ask, Er Gou confessed on his own initiative.
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