Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 129 To or not to

Wei Ziqing had just had breakfast when Zheng Er saw the curtain lifted and entered the room.

"Master Hou said he was busy with business, so he didn't come to see you, so he just left the house now."

Holding the stove, Wei Ziqing asked in confusion, "In such a hurry? Has Master Hou had breakfast?"

"Eat it, use it in the study."

Wei Ziqing frowned and didn't continue to ask, but Zheng Er also noticed something was wrong.

"Master Hou probably was too anxious to go out, so..."

"If you have time to have breakfast at home, don't you have time to come over to eat here?"

Wei Ziqing waved his hand to signal Zheng Er to stop being round: "I don't know what the hell I'm thinking, I felt weird when I didn't go back to the house last night, don't bother with him, you can find someone to call Steward Feng, I have something to ask he."

After a long time, Steward Feng hurried over.

"I just came back from outside the mansion, and I kept Madam waiting for a long time."

"But to see those shops?"

Steward Feng was originally the steward of Prince Rui's Mansion, so he was most familiar with the shop bestowed by the emperor. Under Song Boming's guidance, he threw the shop into Steward Feng's hands leisurely.

"Yes, after a general inspection, the damage is not serious, and it can be resolved inside the store. However, no one has reported the situation in Zhuangzi in the suburbs. I have sent someone to look at it, and I guess there will be a reply in the afternoon."

"Feng Steward has always been meticulous in his work, and he has already thought of me."

"One hand is in charge of the trivial matters in the mansion, and the other hand is in charge of the shops outside the mansion. It's okay if things don't happen. When something happens, the old man can't stand it anymore. I wanted to return half of the affairs to the master; but the master is happy, young masters and sons." Since he's not here on weekdays, even if the old man is willing to risk half his life, he still has to bear it on his shoulders."

Wei Ziqing glanced at Steward Feng, his beard was unshaven, and there seemed to be faint silver shimmers on his black and blue hair, presumably because his busy feet couldn't touch the ground after taking over the double job.

Guilty complimented: "Feng Steward is not old, he is only in his thirties, very young, and very capable."

"Thirty to eight, half of the body is buried in the ground."

"Ah? Isn't this the prime of life! Butler Feng has worked hard, and will definitely give you a big red envelope at the end of the year."

Steward Feng lowered his head to remain respectful, and let out a cry: "Hehe."

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Wei Ziqing felt the power of ridicule, and also, Steward Feng had no wife and no children, lived in the master's house, was single and worked hard, so he must be very rich.

No wife and no children?

"Well... how about I find you a wife a year ago?"

Butler Feng didn't respond, but Zheng Er next to her coughed earth-shatteringly as if she had been choked.

Butler Feng glanced at Zheng Er indifferently, and then looked at Mrs. Hou, who was very enthusiastic about nosy affairs and said, "That's not necessary. Someone Feng is used to it, so don't worry about it. It's just that if Madam really wants to Reward me, just help me find some smarter helpers, so that I can share it."

"Okay, we really don't have enough manpower in our house. Didn't we have money before? Now we have it. In this way, you can go outside to buy it as many people as you need, and you can decide."

Butler Feng agreed, because Wei Ziqing didn't keep him longer because of his busy schedule.

Wei Ziqing looked at Zheng Er who was next to him, his blushing face had not completely subsided.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zheng Er's expression was a little gloomy at this moment, she lowered her head and bit her lip in silence.

Zheng Er has always been one of the few young gentlemen in the family who are steady in doing things, and Wei Ziqing doesn't like those women to serve him at all, so it is very comfortable to use Zheng Er.

Seeing that he must have nothing to say, Wei Ziqing asked tentatively: "Is it related to Steward Feng?"

Zheng Er lowered her head even lower, and it took a while before she said: "I don't know either."

Wei Ziqing's heart skipped a beat, why does this look like a girl Huaichun, but this Zheng'er is younger than him, and Feng Steward is 38.

He regarded Zheng Er as a junior, so he was naturally very concerned, and motioned Zheng Er to take off his shoes and come to his bedside.

Zheng Er approached silently, and Wei Ziqing saw tears in his eyes.

"Is the servant too shameless?"

Wei Ziqing was shocked, and took his hand to make him sit down: "Where did you say that?"

"Yesterday..."

When the hailstorm hit yesterday, the two of them took shelter around the stove in the side room to keep warm.

Steward Feng was witty in his conversation and knowledgeable, he only listened to Zheng Er in a daze, and looked at Steward Feng admiringly.

Remembering that Steward Feng is still unmarried, Zheng Er couldn't help being curious: "Why do you live alone all the time? Aren't you lonely?"

He also felt that this question was not something a single young man like himself should ask, so he hurriedly answered in embarrassment: "I shouldn't ask these, you don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Butler Feng said that there is nothing wrong with it: "This is not a taboo thing, there is nothing you can't ask. When I was young, I felt that my career was important, and I didn't have time to spare when I was busy every day, and I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being alone. ;I didn't realize how old I was until the superior master didn't need me anymore."

Butler Feng laughed at himself: "Looking back, nothing is left behind. I don't want to come here to hide for leisure, just live the rest of my life in peace. Unexpectedly, the master's family affairs are not many, but the master just let go and doesn't care about anything." , Good guy, I'm more tired than before."

Zheng Er also knew that Butler Feng was busy from opening his eyes to closing them every day, so he felt a little sympathetic: "Why don't I go and talk to Madam, how many people can I ask to help you?"

"It's okay, it's good to be busy, just like what you said, if you are busy, you won't feel lonely."

Steward Feng fiddled with the firewood, but didn't speak anymore, only the sound of crackling hailstones hitting the roof, he looked very lonely under the firelight.

Zheng Er remembered the way Steward Feng grabbed him under the eaves just now, silently shielding her from the wind and rain outside, such a good person, why should he be alone?

"Don't want to find another one?"

Zheng Er broke the silence of the whole room.

Steward Feng pondered for a while, then smiled wryly and said: "Fate, at my age, younger people don't like me, and older ones are hard to find. Now."

"How about, how about you look at me?"

Butler Feng looked up in astonishment: "What?"

Zheng Er's words only paused in his brain, and then blurted out from his mouth. After realizing what he said that was earth-shattering, his face burst into red like a drop of blood.

"No, it's fine."

Zheng Er's voice was like a mosquito, almost inaudible.

Butler Feng acted as if nothing had happened just now, and his face remained normal: "The hailstones will stop later, I have to go and look around, you just stay here, if such a big incident happened to Madam, the master will definitely order you later What."

Seeing that Butler Feng didn't mention it anymore, Zheng Er heaved a sigh of relief, nodded quickly and said, "I know."

At the end of the memory, Zheng Er said that his face became more and more embarrassing, and he couldn't help sobbing: "I said something like this yesterday, and today you said that you want to find him a wife, he must have thought me, I told you What, let you point out, point out marriage. In his eyes, what kind of person am I?"

This oolong was indeed a coincidence, Wei Ziqing said with a headache: "You didn't tell me, it's my fault."

Zheng Er wanted to shake her head, tried to calm down, wiped her tears with her hands: "It has nothing to do with you. The most embarrassing thing is that people didn't even like me."

Wei Ziqing pretended to be angry and said: "He dares! I, Zheng'er, is a young gentleman who is as beautiful as a flower and jade, capable and smart, why should he look down on you as an old man, it is true that he is not worthy of you."

"You just said to find a wife for him. He said it would be good for him to be alone. Butler Feng is a good man, and he didn't want to reject me in person. I know I'm not as good as you said. I'm not good-looking at all. He Didn't see me as I should."

Wei Ziqing took Zheng Er's hand and asked cautiously: "Do you really like him?"

In fact, Zheng Er had never thought about this deeply, and was a little dazed for a while: "It should be, right? Butler Feng is so nice..."

Feng Guan's parents are not very good-looking, except that they are not fat like ordinary middle-aged people, and their appearance is no different from that of their peers. Uncle beauty.

Zheng Er really sees beauty in the eye of a beholder, that's why she thinks he's good in everything.

But young people's emotions are always confused with other things, especially the feeling of admiration, so Wei Ziqing didn't say anything more, only said to let Zheng Er go back and think clearly, and come to talk to him again.

Zheng Er shook her head: "He doesn't even like me, so what's the point of asking whether I like him or not, let this matter go."

Madam is in the process of conceiving again, it is his fault to make Madam worry about these things.

Wei Ziqing also felt that there was too much age difference between them, which was different from his own situation. At that time, he had no choice, and his mental age was not much different from Song Boming's.Besides, they are ten years apart, and the difference between Zheng Er and Feng Steward is more than 20 years. If Feng Steward gets old and dies, Zheng Er is still young, and it will not be easy to live as a widow.

So I won't play with Lang anymore, it's naturally best for Zheng Er to let go.

In the afternoon, Axiu and Xiao Si came back, and when they heard that Wei Ziqing was pregnant, they went straight to Wei Ziqing's bedroom excitedly.

Wei Ziqing kept a straight face, ignored their excited questioning, and taught them a lesson first: "I don't send letters to my family during school breaks, so I'm playing wild, right?"

Axiu is sixteen years old, with a well-proportioned figure, and she looks very playful in the school uniform: "My good brother, don't be angry, it's because you want to do good deeds, so you don't have time to tell the family."

Wei Ziqing got goosebumps all over by this title: "Then what's the use of letting the servants at home follow you? As a display? You don't even have time to send them a message?"

Axiu tugged on Xiao Si's sleeve. Xiao Si's face was still childish, but he had obviously grown up, with the youthful air of a teenager, and said embarrassingly: "The disaster is urgent, and there are not enough manpower. The two servants went to help together, I was not thoughtful, I must remember next time, so that the teacher will not worry."

Wei Ziqing's face softened, and then he smiled: "Xiaosi is sensible.

Axiu was dissatisfied and found a chair in the room to sit down: "You are biased, and Xiao Si is right in everything."

Because the school is located on a mountain in the suburbs, it usually takes half a decade to get a chance to go home, and Wei Ziqing hasn't seen Axiu for a long time, how could he not miss her in his heart.

"Didn't you say that someone in your class united to bully you last time? How is it now?"

The school is divided into classes for gentlemen and men, and the content of learning is not the same.

Most of the men's classes are taught for the imperial examination; Lang Jun's classes are more for serving husbands and children, and most of them learn piano, chess, poetry, painting and embroidery. Axiu was a few years older than everyone else, so she didn't want to get involved, so she would inevitably be bullied.

A Xiuhun didn't care and said: "However they can bully, they just speak harshly and make fun of me for being old. If I don't respond, they feel bored, and no one will talk about it in a few days."

"That's good, how is the study going?"

Axiu was speechless, and signaled Xiao Si to go up with her eyes. Xiao Si coughed, and said with a straight face: "I just took an academic quiz two days ago. I got full marks in my ancient sayings and arithmetic, and my essay was excellent. Brother Axiu Qin Chess, calligraphy and painting..."

Axiu pushed Xiaosi a little bit: "You child, you can just say your own, so why mention me?"

Wei Ziqing knew at a glance that Axiu did not do well in the exam: "Let Xiao Si tell the story, or you can tell it yourself."

"I said it myself, what's the matter, I got a pass in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I got excellent in embroidery."

It was much better than Wei Ziqing imagined: "Passing is already an improvement, you just entered, it's great to keep up with the progress."

Axiu was praised by Brother Qing, and she smiled again: "Brother Qing is more tolerant."

They also talked about other things in the school, and Axiu kept mentioning them impatiently. She couldn't wait to ask about the child in her stomach, and wanted to go over to have a look.

Wei Zi hurriedly wrapped the quilt tightly: "The moon is still young, and the stomach is flat."

Xiaosi is still here, this Axiu.

But this didn't stop Axiu's excitement: "I'm going to be an aunt too, I'm going to make clothes for the children."

Wei Ziqing softened his eyebrows when he mentioned the child: "I don't know the gender yet, so doing it would be a waste."

Axiu's interest remained undiminished: "Just make bellybands and small shoes, Xiufu is always right, I'll go right away."

After speaking, he rushed out the door like the wind.

Wei Ziqing laughed and said: "Brother Qing has become much more lively since he came to Beijing."

Little Four nodded, and said hesitantly: "Brother Axiu's grades are actually good, and he got excellent in the exams, but because he was repeatedly caught reading unofficial romance history in class, several teachers jointly lowered his grades to punish him." he."

Wei Zi Qingqi's stomach seemed to be hurting, and he was so frightened that he held his stomach and took a deep breath: "This Axiu, I knew that running so fast was a guilty conscience, and I was so mad."

Xiao Si was taken aback, and anxiously looked at each other across the blanket, regretting what she said and said: "Teacher, are you alright?"

Wei Ziqing waved his hand: "It's okay, you still can't get sick from anger, go and call him here."

Xiao Si also felt that it was unfair for her to make small reports, so she persuaded: "Axiu has not read any more, the books have been confiscated by the teacher, and she has already been scolded by the teachers at school, so please stop talking about it." him."

Wei Ziqing sighed, waved his hands to let Xiaosi go too, lay down carefully, closed his eyes and focused his breath, waiting for his stomach to settle down.

He didn't dare to show a trace of worry to others, for fear that the whole mansion would become cautious and depress everywhere.

But he himself was worried that his stomach was very worried, so worried that he didn't dare to let himself worry, for fear that his mood would affect his child.

The child is in his body, and he knows whether it is good or not. Every time there is something wrong, his heart will jump violently. He is so fragile and has no one to share it with.

The person who should be with him the most has been black and white for a whole day.

Wei Ziqing looked at the dark night outside the window, lying on his back and turning over, he didn't dare to move too much, the resentment in his heart had accumulated to the essence, and he couldn't fall asleep because of his agitation.

The door opened with a creak, and the sound of steady footsteps indicated that Song Boming had returned.

Wei Ziqing kept silent, Song Boming thought he was asleep, carefully took off his shoes and walked towards the bed step by step.

"Busy working?"

Song Boming paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Yes."

When the room became quiet, Song Boming felt that the atmosphere was not very good, so he cheered up and sat down beside the bed, and held Brother Qing's hand: "How is the mansion today?"

Wei Ziqing also imitated his calm tone, deliberately without tone: "Everything in the mansion is fine."

Song Boming laughed, and rolled onto the bed: "Angry? I'm busy with disaster relief, so I can't take care of you. I'll be back soon."

Wei Ziqing felt aggrieved. He imagined that Song Boming would excitedly ask him how the children were when he came back, and then the two of them would have a sweet discussion about how to raise children and how to have children, imagine the future, and chat all night.

Unexpectedly, he didn't mention the child's affairs at all, Wei Ziqing's abnormal appearance made Wei Ziqing even more irritable.

"What are you doing avoiding me this morning?"

"No……"

If not, Song Boming's answer should be doubtful and incomprehensible.But this kind of pretentious answer is simply saying yes.

Wei Ziqing sneered and struggled to sit up, obviously wanting to explain himself.

Because of Wei Ziqing's agitated actions, Song Poming was so frightened that he quickly reached out to help him: "Be careful with the child."

"You still know that you have a child? With such indifference, I thought the child was conceived by me and someone else."

Song Boming voice blamed: "What stupid words."

"Then can you just tell me what's going on? When I'm a fool? Can't you feel it?"

"Don't think about it."

It’s the attitude of this sullen old man again: I’m wronged, but I’m a man, I can’t say it, I’m holding back, but I can’t pretend to you, I’m just hesitant to say something but I just don’t say it look.

Wei Ziqing's mood fluctuated violently due to Axiu's affairs during the day, but seeing Song Poming's old problem tonight, this time he was really angry and had a stomachache.

Hearing that there was no sound from the side, Song Boming couldn't help looking over, and saw Brother Qing's face was pale, his hands were covering his stomach, and his brows were tightly frowned as if he was enduring great pain.

Song Boming supported Brother Qing's back, and his tense voice changed: "What's wrong, Brother Qing, your stomach hurts? Zheng Er——"

Wei Ziqing tugged at his hand: "It's okay, I'll just lie down for a while."

Brother Qing held Song Poming's arm tightly, followed the doctor's instructions, and adjusted his breathing deeply.

Song Boming saw Brother Qing calm down, and his voice was full of pain: "Let's not have any more children, shall we?"

Brother Qing was stunned, and when he realized it, he almost went into a rage: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

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