[Chapter 131 Chapter 131 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (8)]
Before Xu Wenzhang was taken away by the housekeeper to change clothes, he carefully glanced at Yan Qing a few more times.
As if he was guarding against her from shooting hidden weapons.
He used his robe to cover his butt, which was hit and kissed hard by the stone when he fell off the wall.
What should be thrown out is a pair of scissors instead of a pancake...hiss, it’s scary just thinking about it.
He walked away mumbling, with resentment still surging in his body.
It seems that the injury today was serious.
Yan Qing looked at his back and fell into deep thought. From the subsequent plot in her dream, Xu Wenjian secretly ran to the military camp to conceal his identity and became a soldier. He died in the battle with the original owner's father and brother without waiting for reinforcements.
Among the bad news coming from the border was the news that he had died in battle.
The Lin'an Marquisate had only one son for three generations, so they attached great importance to this son.
The old marquis wanted him to pass the imperial examination and become a civil servant, so he gave him the name "Wen Zhang".
Unfortunately, Xu Wen Zhang did not live up to his reputation. He had been playing chicken and dog fighting since he was a child, and was on good terms with a bunch of second-generation rich people in Beijing. He actually learned their dandy spirit completely.
Yan Qing didn't think he was such a simple person.
He is truly a good-for-nothing idiot. How could he be willing to give up the rich and luxurious life in Beijing and go to the battlefield to ride a horse and kill the enemy?
Sometimes hiding one's shortcomings is a means of self-protection.
Yan Qing went back to his room to rest for a while, thinking of Han Sheng whom he hadn't seen for a few days, and asked Mei Jing: "Has the Prime Minister returned home?"
This girl has a likable personality and is good at finding out gossip.
Definitely suitable to be a scout.
"I'm back, I'm back. I'm beating the downed dog in the front hall." Mei Jing said gloatingly.
In her heart, Xu Wenjian was just a lecher who coveted her young lady.
You deserve a beating!
Even she herself couldn't imagine that her current guess would come true in the future.
Yan Qing blinked, somewhat curious about what Han Sheng, who was always a gentleman, would look like when he taught someone a lesson.
"Go and take a look." She took the lead.
Liangchen followed behind: "Miss, do you want to wear a veil?"
"No need." Yan Qing did not stop.
Mei Jing called out to Liang Chen who was lagging behind: "Sister Liang Chen, hurry up."
Liangchen put down her veil, lifted her skirt and trotted over, holding her hand and whispering, "Don't be so outspoken in front of outsiders, so as not to cause trouble for the young lady."
Mei Jing nodded repeatedly: "I know, I swear on the braised pork elbow that the lady gave me as a reward."
Yan Qing turned around and glanced at the two of them, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
Good times make you calm and thoughtful, while beautiful scenery makes you capable of taking action.
With careful polishing, it may become a beautiful jade.
When she arrived at the front hall, Xu Wenzhang, who had changed into clean clothes, was kneeling on the ground with his back straight, his hands flat on the ground and raised above his head.
Han Sheng, dressed in plain blue, had snow on his brows and a cold face. He put one hand behind his back and held a ruler in the other, hitting the boy's palm hard.
"Do you know that there are three mistakes today?" he said in a cold and solemn voice.
The palms of Xu Wenzhang's delicate white palms became red and swollen.
His handsome face was tense and he said nothing, only his eyes were filled with tears and stubbornness, he looked really pitiful.
Han Sheng looked at him with an expression that said he was an incorrigible child: "You made a mistake by climbing over the wall in broad daylight and trespassing into a private residence."
"Your second mistake is disturbing the master's wife and damaging her reputation."
"Three mistakes, one has no intention of repenting!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped his palm three times in a row.
When he was an assistant professor at the Imperial College a few years ago, Xu Wenxuan was his student. He was the type who gave him the most headaches because he was not good at either literature or martial arts.
The old marquis lowered his status and came to the mansion. The marquis felt pity for Xu Wenxuan's deep love for his son and agreed to accept him as his disciple and teach him privately.
Therefore, the two of them have a master-disciple relationship.
"It hurts, it hurts, Master, please be gentler. I won't dare to do it again." Xu Wenjian grimaced in pain and finally couldn't help but beg for mercy.
When Master Han gets angry, he is much more ferocious than his father.
Yan Qing stood at the door for a while, then chuckled softly behind his lips with the fan in his hand.
"My dear husband, don't be angry. Anger is harmful to your health. It will make me feel bad." She stepped forward and gently stroked the man's chest with her hand holding the handle of the fan.
She raised her little face to look at him, her sparkling phoenix eyes filled with clear admiration.
Han Sheng put the ruler into his wide sleeves, his stern face was like a clear rain, touching the emotions in her eyes, and his gaze softened unconsciously.
"Madam is frightened."
Yan Qing shook her head slightly, causing her hair bun to sway slightly.
"It's okay." She looked at Xu Wenjian, "But the prince was mistaken for an assassin today and almost got into trouble in the water."
After a pause, she continued, "Please forgive my recklessness, my lord."
The young man, who was not yet twenty, had red lips, white teeth, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes, with a layer of arrogance between his brows that came from being spoiled.
When she looked over, Xu Wenzhang had already stood up and immediately hid his red hands behind his back.
No matter how thick-skinned a guy is, he still has his own self-esteem.
He was afraid that his swollen hands would be seen, which would damage his majestic and unyielding image.
He also looked at Yan Qing, with a hint of curiosity in his peach blossom eyes.
He couldn't see clearly before because her hair covered his eyes, but now he sees that there is only a little girl about his age in front of him.
On the small face, which was not even as big as his palm, there was a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to be able to speak, and the hand holding the fan was as tender as a green onion.
He also thought of a poem:
Her hands are as soft as catkins, her skin is as white as cream... um... what's behind that?
Han Sheng frowned even deeper when he saw that he looked daydreamy.
He reminded her sternly: "Xu Shaoyou, is this how you talk to your elders?"
Shaoyou is Xu Wenzhang's courtesy name.
"Master's wife, those are all trivial matters. I, well, won't take them to heart." Xu Wenjian glanced at Han Sheng, who had a stern face.
The hands behind his back moved.
I just felt a burning, itchy and painful sensation in my palms.
The feeling of being dominated in the Imperial College seemed to come back again.
He glanced at Yan Qing secretly again.
How could such a beautiful girl be so stupid as to marry a vicious old man?
He couldn't figure it out.
Blocking his gaze without leaving any trace, Han Sheng said coldly: "Butler, send the guest away!"
When he turned to Yan Qing, he tried to slow down his tone and said, "I'll take the lady back to her room."
Xu Wenzhang raised his hand, which was as red and swollen as a pig's hoof, and gestured towards his back. Then when he looked at him, he stood upright and looked up at the sky and the ground.
The old butler at the side wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, and his beard twitched.
Yan Qing followed Han Sheng into the backyard. She took the man's hand and could feel his body stiffening out of habit.
In just this short walk, her palms were already soaked with cold sweat from the man's big hands, and they felt sticky as if she had grabbed something that shouldn't be there.
Without letting go, she deliberately leaned towards Han Sheng.
Han Sheng subconsciously wanted to reach out and push her away, but then he remembered that she was married to him, so he changed his hand and touched the jade pendant on his waist.
"My husband, are you so nervous? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"
The moment he stepped into the room, Yan Qing suddenly stood on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around his neck, and his nose was facing his.
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