Chapter 1670 Whose Hand Was It?

In the evening, Zhou Shuren came back and saw the fruit on the table. His eyes lit up a little, "Where did you get it?"

"Lin Qing returned to her parents' home today, and the old lady of the Lin family asked her to bring it back."

Zhou Shuren picked up one and ate it. "Lin Qing went back because of her cousin, right?"

"Um."

"Did the Lin family bring back any messages?"

Zhu Lan motioned Shu Ren to change clothes first, and then walked into the house together. "No, that Master Ji only followed the Second Prince, and the Lin family didn't take him seriously."

The Lin family is noble and has a long history of defense. Even though the Second Prince has the support of the Liu family, he dare not offend them easily, not to mention that the Liu family is honest.

Zhou Shuren didn't want to think about it anymore. "The emperor must know about this matter. Zhuangzi will make a final decision next year."

"I'm really a little reluctant."

Every bit of these manors is the result of her hard work.

Zhou Shuren didn't want his wife to be sad, so he changed the subject, "I heard from Mr. Deng that the students in the private school are all guessing who Mr. Feng Qing is."

Zhulan: "Did you meet Mr. Deng today?"

In recent years, Scholar Deng has been working for the Zhou family. As the Zhou Mansion became more and more powerful, everyone in the capital knew that Scholar Deng was living a very good life thanks to the Zhou Mansion. Deng Yun had the favor of studying in the Zhou family, so he did not continue to take the imperial examinations after passing the examination. Now Scholar Deng has handed over most of the things to Deng Yun.

Zhou Shuren, "Yeah, I had tea with him at noon. Now that he has some free time, he looks a lot healthier."

Zhulan hadn't seen Mr. Deng for a long time. After she handed over the mansion to Mrs. Li, she rarely intervened in the affairs of the mansion. It was always the eldest couple who dealt with the Deng family. "He is not young anymore."

Zhou Shuren changed his clothes and said, "Yes."

Zhulan asked, "He came to you just to drink tea?"

Zhou Shuren: "Yeah."

Zhulan didn't continue talking about Mr. Deng. "I made braised beef today."

Zhou Shuren walked out slowly, "Then I'll eat more."

"It's hard to digest if you eat too much."

As he was talking, Zhou Shuren saw the plate on the table, which only had a few slices of beef. "How cruel!"

Zhulan looked at her husband's stomach and said, "I feel uncomfortable in my stomach if I eat too much."

Zhou Shuren touched his stomach and said, "That's not right. Why didn't Changzhong come over to eat with us?"

Zhulan, "He doesn't want to attract your attention."

Zhou Shuren blew his beard, why should he be afraid of his greedy eyes, it was obvious that the boy had gone to eat secretly.

Time flies, and it's the end of the year in a blink of an eye. Mingrui wrote a letter to make it clear that he could not come back for the New Year. His family was not complete, and Rong Yuyun passed away not long ago. The Zhouhou Mansion was not lively during the New Year's Eve.

A few days after the Little New Year, Zhou Shuren was resting at home. Zhulan asked, "Do you want to go to the manor with me?"

Zhou Shuren, "Didn't you and Changli prepare noodles and meat for several villages? Do you still need to go there in person?"

Zhu Lan rolled her eyes and said, "You are just too lazy to move."

Zhou Shuren lay on the rocking chair, "I really don't want to go out. It's so comfortable to lie in the house. Only Yuwen in our family knows how to enjoy it."

A warm house, fruits and snacks within easy reach, and the ability to sleep whenever you feel tired is simply a heavenly life!

Zhulan saw that Shuren really didn't plan to go out, so she wouldn't force him to go out. "Then let the eldest and his wife go to the manor."

Zhou Shuren tilted his head, "Changyi and his wife are not going?"

Zhulan, "Mingrui hasn't returned to Beijing, so it would be too deliberate for them to go."

Zhou Shuren continued to rock the rocking chair, "This year, the children in the village can eat all the dumplings they want."

Zhu Lan sneered, "Indeed, it can."

In previous years, families would send flour and meat to the children. The children were all grown up, so it was impossible for them to eat dumplings to their heart's content. They could only taste them. This year, so many people sent gifts that the warehouse was filled with flour.

Zhou Shuren asked, "Qingxue went to call Changzhong, why hasn't she come back yet?"

As she spoke, Qingxue walked in, "The Fourth Prince and Master Wu are here, Master Changzhong is entertaining them."

Zhou Shuren indicated that he understood, "You come here very frequently."

"Yes, the last time I was here was two days ago."

Zhou Shuren was not worried about his youngest son. He was very sensible and there was nothing wrong with him being on good terms with the four princes.

In Changzhong's courtyard, Wu Shangheng said, "Hurry up, His Highness and I have specially picked you up to go to the theater. What a great treat!"

Chang Zhong really didn't want to go to Xiyuan, "I also thank you and the Fourth Prince for the treatment you gave me!"

The fourth prince was flipping through the article written by Changzhong. "Is this something you just wrote?"

"My father gave me a topic to write yesterday."

The fourth prince was delighted. The topic was similar to that of his father. He wrote an article and was criticized by his father. He was also asked to rewrite it. He left the palace today to change his mind. He didn't expect that "the comments above were written by Marquis Zhou?"

Changzhong didn't think much about it, "Yeah."

He thought the argument in his article was good, but he was slapped in the face yesterday. His father's comments were merciless!

The fourth prince saw Wu Shangheng was anxious and said, "Don't rush Changzhong. We are not in a hurry either."

As he spoke, he stared at the comments, silently taking note in his heart, preparing to write an article overnight when he got home!

Wu Shangheng sensed something was wrong. It was obviously His Highness who was the most anxious just now. But when he saw His Highness walking over to read the article, he started to read it too. After he finished reading, he looked at Changzhong who had just changed his clothes and came out. The article's words were sharp and thoughtful, but more importantly, the vision in the article!

Changzhong looked down at himself, "Am I wearing something wrong?"

Wu Shangheng smiled and said, "Very good."

In the jewelry shop in the capital, Mrs. Zhao spent a lot of time and effort to prepare her daughter's coming-of-age ceremony. She took out her treasured gems and asked the jewelry shop to make jewelry for her. Today, she brought a few jade butterflies to pick up the jewelry.

Yudie looked at the jewelry with amazement in her eyes and asked hesitantly, "Mom, is this set of jewelry too expensive?"

Zhao touched the jewelry carefully and said, "It's not expensive."

Yudie knew that it was her parents' intention and she was deeply moved, because she was about to reach the age of 15 and her mother showed her the dowry list, and every item of the dowry represented her parents' love.

She is the youngest daughter and was born prematurely, so her parents really favor her.

Zhao signaled the shopkeeper to pack up the jewelry, and the shopkeeper responded and stepped forward carefully.

"Wait."

Zhao turned around unhappily, only to see a gorgeously dressed woman approaching, staring at the headpiece with her eyes fixed, "It's so beautiful."

Zhao had already recognized who it was, "Countess Ye?"

The Countess also recognized Zhao and looked embarrassed, "It's you."

Zhao suppressed her displeasure and asked, "Madam, are you here to choose jewellery too?"

The Countess said, "This is not the wedding date scheduled with the Yong'an Duke's Mansion. I came to choose some jewelry for my daughter."

Zhao signaled the shopkeeper to put on the jewelry, "Madam, take your time to look at it. As the Chinese New Year is approaching, we have added many new styles to the shop."

The Countess couldn't help asking, "What is this headdress?"

Zhao was already impatient, "This is for my little girl, she's going to be a marriageable girl soon."

The Countess wanted to give her daughter the best, so she asked, "I see this headdress is very new, who made it?"

She didn't dare to take it by force, so she could only settle for asking who designed it, and she also customized one for her daughter.

(End of this chapter)