He tempted Yun Duoduo to go out and play with him.
"Duoduo, show me around the palace!"
Yun Duoduo looked at the boy in front of her.
Lian Jiucheng exuded the unique aura of royalty; after many years, he had become even more handsome.
Lian Jiucheng looked at the little girl who was much shorter than him and remembered when he met her many years ago. She had a delicate, sculpted face, short arms and legs, and looked like a soft, white dumpling.
It looks much wider now.
"What's wrong? Did you get dumbfounded listening to the Master's lectures?"
Lian Jiucheng lowered his head and brought his face close to Yun Duoduo's. Yun Duoduo was startled and hurriedly shrank back.
Why is this guy suddenly so close? And his eyelashes are so long!
"Duoduo, your handwriting is terrible..."
Lian Jiucheng's gaze fell on the paper on the table, and he shook his head with a smile.
"My name is Duoduo!"
For Yun Duoduo, these poems and songs were not difficult, and she could also understand historical books. However, writing and practicing calligraphy was a real problem.
In my past life, I used to type on a computer. I never imagined that I would have to suffer like this after coming to Nanyang.
"Where's Sun Huohuo?"
The Second Prince, Yun Yizhong, looked around but did not see Sun Huohuo.
Although the little guy was three years older than Yun Duoduo, he always followed Yun Duoduo around happily.
"Ah, you mean Erhuo? His dad dragged him to the training ground for practice."
Just then, the sound of two girls laughing came from behind. Yun Duoduo turned around and saw that it was Lianrong and Lianqiao.
Lianrong wore a light green dress and had her hair in two small braids, still looking as adorably mischievous as ever.
Lianqiao had arched eyebrows and red lips. Two thin braids were casually combed around her ears, and her bright, watery eyes blinked playfully.
"Little Duoduo!"
"Let's go play shuttlecock!" Lianrong waved the feather shuttlecock in her hand.
"Oh dear, no, my grandmother made me write some characters, and I still have twenty big characters to write!"
Yun Duoduo watched with envy as Lianrong and Lianqiao happily played shuttlecock outside.
Actually, she recognized all these characters, but she had never learned calligraphy in her previous life and didn't know how to use a brush, so writing them was quite difficult for her.
"Come on, let me see!"
Lian Jiucheng took the paper with Yun Duoduo's writing in front of him, looked at it, and burst out laughing.
"Duoduo, your handwriting is truly... indescribable!"
"Now I finally understand why Grandma Nangong made you write so many words every day!"
Nangong is the surname of the Empress Dowager, whose name is Nangong Rui. Therefore, the princes and princesses of Shu Kingdom call her Empress Dowager Nangong or Grandma Nangong.
"Get away from me!"
Yun Duoduo looked at Lian Jiucheng, who was mocking her, and gave him a push.
"I'll write it for you!" Lian Jiucheng said as he took the brush from Yun Duoduo's hand.
"No, the Empress Dowager will find out."
"Don't worry, I'm the best at imitating handwriting!"
...
On Chang'an Street, Wen's Cloth Shop.
At Chen Shi (7-9 AM), Liao Ziwan and Wen Yanli were having lunch in the room next to the kitchen when they heard cursing coming from outside, "You son of a bitch! Which woman told you to search my room!"
Manager Yu stormed in, cursing and swearing all the way.
"I just tidied up my room, and now it's a complete mess. Oh, my nephew is here too, and so is the landlord. Sister Wen, how could you let your men search my room?"
"How can we ever stand here in this fabric shop again? We've completely lost face!"
Manager Yu glanced at Wen Bin, then at Wen Yanli, and noticed an unfamiliar woman sitting next to them.
"Oh, this young lady looks unfamiliar."
Could this be the person the employer found to replace me?
Manager Yu's expression gradually turned somewhat unpleasant.
Liao Ziwan looked at Manager Yu and thought he was an impatient and brainless person. For a manager to speak to his boss like that showed some arrogance.
Seeing that Manager Wen did not speak, Liao Ziwan put down her chopsticks and spoke.
“Such a big thing happened in the warehouse, Manager Yu must take responsibility.”
Upon hearing this, Manager Yu immediately became agitated and pointed at Liao Ziwan, shouting, "The incident in the warehouse happened yesterday, and I wasn't on duty yesterday!"
"Yes, you weren't on duty yesterday, but you were on duty the day before yesterday."
"What's the meaning?"
Manager Yu stiffened and glanced at Liao Ziwan warily.
"We found this black fabric with a scading fish pattern in your room!"
Liao Ziwan threw the long black strip of cloth in front of Manager Yu.
"Impossible, I clearly disposed of the remaining black cloth..."
Manager Yu said in a panic, then suddenly stopped, realizing he had said the wrong thing. He stumbled and grabbed the pillar beside him for support.
“When you were on duty the other day, you replaced the roof tiles with black cloth strips.”
"Because the colors look similar, neither the helpers nor Manager Du, who was on duty yesterday, noticed anything unusual."
“There has been a lot of rain in Beijing recently. Just wait for a strong wind to blow this strip of cloth away, and the rainwater will fall into the warehouse and soak the fabric.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Yanli and Wen Bin suddenly realized what was happening and looked at Liao Ziwan and Manager Yu in surprise.
So that's how it is...
"Speak, who ordered you to do this? And why?"
Liao Ziwan coldly asked Manager Yu.
"Old Yu, I never expected it to really be you!"
Manager Wen pounded his chest and said, looking regretful.
Wenbin threw down his chopsticks and reached out to hit Manager Yu: "If you ruin my wonderful marriage, I'll fight you to the death!"
Liao Ziwan tugged at Wenbin's sleeve and shook her head slightly at him.
Manager Yu slumped to the ground, looking at Manager Wen with a face full of exhaustion and regret: "Sister Wen, I was blinded by greed for a moment."
“Someone told me that if I destroyed this batch of undergarments, they would give me a large sum of money. You know, I’ve always wanted to buy a house in the capital to settle my son down.”
Where is that person?
Liao Ziwan asked.
"I haven't seen him since he told me those words that day."
Seeing that Steward Yu's eyes were darting around, Liao Ziwan knew that he wasn't telling the truth.
The look of regret on his face was mostly an act.
Liao Ziwan whispered a few words in Manager Wen's ear, and Manager Wen then told Manager Yu to go back to her room first: "You go back first, I'll think of something else."
Manager Yu bowed and scraped as he returned, assuming that Wen Yanli would forgive him.
As long as they don't kick me out, the monthly wages from Wen's Cloth Shop are the highest among all the cloth shops.
After Manager Yu left, Liao Ziwan said, "Sister Wen, the person who instructed Manager Yu will come again."
"Once Steward Yu's business is done, the person behind the scenes will have to give him money."
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