Chapter 434 It's my fault for making Yaoyao sad.
After reading ten lines at a glance, Wei Zhao went to the desk.
Rong Di went over consciously and was busy grinding ink.
Wei Zhao picked up the wolf hair brush, dipped it in ink, and just wrote a stroke. He frowned slightly and turned to use his left hand.
A female voice with a fake smile sounded in the room.
Wei Zhao paused.
"Why don't you write anymore?"
Yu Tingwan: "Is it because I stand here and disturb my husband?"
She pulled the corner of her mouth: "Then I really deserve to die."
As the last word fell, the atmosphere in the room became weird.
Rong Di: ???
He is a big and strong man, but suddenly... I'm so scared!
The ink fell down and smudged. Wei Zhao took another clean piece of rice paper.
The explanation was pale and weak: "No."
Yu Tingwan walked over and replaced Rong Di's position. Her white fingertips pinched the ink stick and made circles on the inkstone.
"Then husband, just start writing."
Her tone was not aggressive at all.
Yu Tingwan: "Ying Fuyan is waiting for a reply."
Wei Zhao had to continue writing.
Yu Tingwan seemed very casual: "Why didn't I know that husband was left-handed before."
"The handwriting with the left hand is also very beautiful."
"No shaking." "
I can't do it."
Wei Zhao: ...
He didn't want this kind of compliment.
But when Rong Di heard this, he was excited all of a sudden, straightened his back, and was very proud.
"Madam, you don't know, the general can write with his left hand and paint with his right hand, without delaying either!"
Yu Tingwan: ...
Who would be like this?
I think he got injured too many times.
He had to practice writing with his left hand.
Yu Tingwan said sarcastically: "That's really amazing."
Wei Zhao: ...
Rong Di felt something was wrong, but he also felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said.
"That's right! If the general didn't practice martial arts, he would be a well-known and powerful civil official now." Of course it
wouldn't be bad.
Yu Tingwan's subordinates kept moving: "He is used to being patient. I touched his injured hand today, but he didn't react at all."
Rong Di thought that not many people understood this better than him!
He is a person who loves to worry. He always wants to express his admiration for the general's fearlessness and vigorous and resolute actions!
He didn't need Yu Tingwan to ask, he told everything, and didn't forget to deliberately add fuel to the fire.
"For others, they might have cried for their parents long ago. Madam, you don't know that the situation was very dangerous at that time. If it were your subordinates, they would definitely not dare to fight, but the general didn't take those guys to heart at all."
"It was just a few cuts, not to mention just bleeding all over the floor, even if the arm was cut off, as long as there was still a breath, the general would not blink. Your subordinates can't do it!"
Wei Zhao:...
Very good.
He really has a good subordinate.
Rong Di couldn't stop at all after he said that.
Wei Zhao coldly: "Why don't you shut up?"
Rong Di, who blindly worshipped: ? ? ?
"General, why can't you say something that shows your ability?"
He didn't understand.
"Young Madam!"
Yu Tingwan: "Hmm?"
Rong Di: "Don't you get excited after hearing this?"
Just ask this Shangjing! Who else!
Can compare to the general's finger!
Under his expectation, he got a chilling reply.
"It's not the boiling blood? Maybe it's the paste in your head."
Rong Di:? ?
If it were someone else, he would have drawn his sword long ago.
But this is Yu Tingwan.
Rong Di was confused.
"General, how did you offend the madam?"
How dare you ask?
Wei Zhao was so angry that he almost laughed.
No one knows how to read the expression of Fu Meng!
Wei Zhao replied in no time and put down the pen: "Thank you so much."
Rong Di felt a chill on his back, took the letter, and ran away.
Yu Tingwan folded his arms and looked at Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao silently raised his left hand and touched the hem of her clothes.
Snap.
It was opened.
Wei Zhao continued to raise his hand.
There was another snap.
Then he stopped moving.
Wei Zhao said slowly: "Oops."
He added sadly: "My scalp is tingling."
Yu Tingwan sneered.
On the way back, she thought about scolding Wei Zhao a lot. She even thought about hitting him hard to teach him a lesson.
But the moment her eyes met his, Yu Tingwan was about to open her mouth, but she lost interest.
She threw away the ink stick in her hand.
There was a snap.
She didn't open her mouth again, but went straight to check the injury.
Half of her arm was tightly wrapped with silk white gauze. She looked carefully for a long time, and there was no sign of the wound breaking and bleeding.
But at a glance, she knew the injury was not light.
"Wei Zhao."
She said lightly.
"I know what you are going to do now is risky. You can fight those people, and I also know that you dare to do so only if you have the ability to escape."
"I also know that you are standing on the edge of a knife, and it is inevitable to get hurt."
"But I don't want it to be me who notices something wrong next time, or hears it from others."
"Don't forget that you are a married man. Your mother only has you as a son. Get less injured and put yourself in less danger, just let me and mother relax, okay?"
Wei Zhao's eyes trembled again and again.
This made him feel more at a loss than Yu Tingwan's punishment of him.
His pale lips opened and closed, and finally turned into a sigh.
After his father passed away, he became the pillar of the family. It was common for him to have injuries on his body, and he never revealed any of it in front of others.
The injury on his arm was indeed a minor injury to him. He didn't take it seriously at all.
And this test was something he had to do.
He was fully prepared when he went to the palace.
The girl was close at hand, and he raised his uninjured hand to rub her face.
"Let..." he
coaxed in a low voice.
"It's my fault for making Yaoyao sad."
It's okay, Yu Tingwan, Yaoyao on the bed.
Now he knows to call Yaoyao.
Yu Tingwan sneered: "If you know you are wrong, then go to the study and sleep."
Wei Zhao:? ?
"I think this matter..."
"Come back when you have recovered from your injury."
She was expressionless and pushed him out without allowing any rebuttal.
"Lest I regret it at night and toss and turn. If I feel uncomfortable, I will turn over and beat you up."
"You also know that I can't control my emotions."
With a bang, the door closed.
Wei Zhaozhao was very delicate: "I... I'm not guilty of this."
Yu Tingwan's voice came through the gap through the door.
"I have made money now, and you, Wei Zhao, are a first-class rich man. Why are you so poor that you sleep on the same couch every day?"
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The next day.
Early in the morning, Shangjing exploded.
Everyone began to discuss the burning of the palace, and suddenly covered their mouths and whispered about a piece of news that had just reached Shangjing.
The Second Prince's Mansion.
For some reason, Yao Ru was restless and her eyelids kept twitching. She fiddled with the Buddhist beads in her hand, trying to calm herself down.
With a 'snap', the string of the Buddhist beads broke and all the beads fell to the ground.
The maid Xunzhu hurriedly bent down to pick them up.
Yao Ru didn't care at all and strode out, just in time to bump into the old woman who came back from outside.
Yao Ru grabbed her hand.
"I don't know why my chest feels so tight. Didn't you say that a group of officials were sent to exile in Lingnan again? You have also arranged for the escorting officials, and they should be back on time. Didn't those people bring back Yan... his news?"
Under Yao Ru's expectation, the old woman's eyes revealed complicated emotions.
"News... have it."
"It's also spreading outside."
Yao Ru's eyes lit up: "How is he!"
Seeing that the old woman's face was not right, her heart sank.
"But it's not good? That's right, that kind of place is not for human beings to stay in, and you have to do hard labor..."
The old woman supported her and interrupted her cruelly: "Madam, please accept my condolences. Prince Yan... is gone."
The voices around her receded like a tide.
Yao Ru stared at the old woman's mouth, as if those words were a poisonous arrow that pierced her soul, leaving only an empty shell frozen in place.
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