Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 82 The Unexpected Incident

Everyone saw a shoe embroidered with red and gold thread protruding from the carriage, and then a round fan opened the curtain of the carriage, and a head with a bead curtain protruded out.

A bright red wedding dress was designed in the style of a skirt, and the shawl was changed, combined with the shawl, which not only covered up the thickness of the shoulders, but also added a bit of charm.

When getting out of the carriage, he carefully lifted the hem of the skirt, lowered his head slightly, his movements were gentle and careless, everyone gave way tacitly, and let this gentleman pass by, with a faint fragrance floating.

"smell good!"

"It smells good!"

"Like sweet-scented osmanthus!"

"No! It smells like apples!"

Everyone was in a commotion, rushing to the front row to smell something, or if Awang was sullen and guarded by the side, maybe someone who didn't have eyes would rush to Chun Zhi's side.

Chunzhi didn't turn a glance, but folded her hands in front of her body, completely quiet.

This also allows everyone to see the structure of the clothes carefully. The overall appearance is still a bit round, but the waist is deliberately highlighted, which is not interesting.

It is completely inconsistent with the image of the silly guy who was sitting and crying in front of Yueranxuan's door. This is a beautiful groom!

Many of the people around here have watched Chun Zhi grow up. They really can't believe that Chun Zhi can change so much these few days.

"The curtain is covering your face, so you can't see clearly. Don't tell me someone else is pretending? How can Chun Zhi be so thin!"

I don't know who said it first, which caused others to talk about it.

Wei Ziqing looked at A Wang beside Chun Zhi, he knew that A Wang didn't want Chun Zhi to show his face, even if everyone knew it was Chun Zhi, he didn't want to let others watch like this.

Just when he was about to refuse, Chun Zhi had already lifted the bead curtain.

"I'm Chunzhi! Uncle Chen, you don't know me!"

Chunzhi blinked her big eyes, and the tender red corners of her eyes danced in the blink of an eye, like a flying butterfly, and the plum blossom on her forehead was even more eye-catching, as if it could lead a saucer to fly up.

Whose Shui Linger's brother is this!

Chen Erbo leaned forward in disbelief, his old eyes opened and closed again.

"Chun... Chun Zhi?"

"Well, Er Bo, you haven't come home to buy meat for several days, when will you settle the money?"

Chen Erbo blushed, and sighed inwardly, "Silly Zhi is just silly Zhi, there is no time like this to bring up this matter."

"Hey, busy, busy, I'll go in the afternoon, just go."

Wei Ziqing saw that Chun Zhi couldn't keep quiet anymore, fearing that if he let him stay for a while, he would reveal his true colors, so he hurriedly asked Awang to hold him and go into the carriage.

"Everyone has also read it, shopkeeper, can we start voting?"

The shopkeeper Yueranxuan saw that the general situation was over, and he didn't want to go through the motions again, so he took the lead first.

"This lady is really skilled. I am willing to admit defeat. Today, I will issue an apology statement and hang it in front of the door for five days, and I will return Chun Zhi's wedding money in double."

Wei Ziqing was taken aback, did he win?It was too easy.

The onlookers wanted to watch the fun for a while, so naturally they didn't agree, so they stabbed Yue Ranxuan's shopkeeper with words, but the fat shopkeeper completely blocked the surrounding environment, turned around and entered the room, asked the staff to close the door, and fled in despair trend.

Wei Ziqing felt a little strange in his heart, but then he couldn't think of anything else because of the swarming gentlemen.

"My lord is getting married next month, if you can make a suit for me, just be the same as Chun Zhi."

"Apart from wedding clothes, will I do anything else? I've had enough of the clothes in the county town."

After getting an affirmative answer, the crowd responded even more enthusiastically.

"Do it for me first, I'll pay a deposit!"

"I want three! Make it for me!"

"Ms. Song, I am your neighbor! You have to take care of the neighbor!"

Wei Ziqing was surrounded by enthusiastic gentlemen of all ages, but they were all enthusiastic. One tugged at his sleeve, the other tugged at his arm, chattering like he had entered a duck pen, making him almost deaf .

Fortunately, shopkeeper Zhang arrived with Qianji's guys.

"Folks, listen to me. Mrs. Song commissioned Qian Ji to make this wedding dress on Chun Zhi, and a large number of clothes designed by Mrs. Song are being produced. If you want it, hurry up and pay a deposit. The quantity is limited!"

The eyes of the gentlemen all glowed hotly, and they rushed to the shopkeeper Zhang in a swarm.

While Wei Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief, he also had to admire Zhang's brains.

Seeing that the paper and pens were all ready, the money was collected and recorded on the spot, which completely captured people's psychology.

Comparing, conforming, who doesn't want to get the latest style?In everyone's hearts, when Yue Ranxuan closed the door to escape, he had already acquiesced in Wei Ziqing's talent and the value of his clothes.

At the same time, he also knew in his heart that shopkeeper Zhang probably had brought people to watch him. If he lost, he could guarantee that shopkeeper Zhang would never come out and say a word for him. can understand.

It's just that the clothes were torn and wrinkled by everyone, it's hard for him to wear the Yuebai dress specially for his own image today, and he wanted to be a fairy again, but he didn't expect to be trampled into a chicken by everyone.

Laughing at himself, he was about to go back to the carriage when a servant came down from the opposite restaurant and stood in front of him.

"Madam, my young master wants to see you."

"Master? Which family?"

The servant is also clever, and he doesn't say who he is: "When you were betting with the shopkeeper downstairs that day, my young master even told you to help you!"

oh?It turned out to be that coquettish boy?

Wei Ziqing was actually not very interested, because seeing him was like seeing a low-ranking self, in order to attract people's attention, he played tricks and made a fool of himself.

"Xiao Langjun, I am already married, it is really inconvenient, please forgive me."

The boy was a little embarrassed: "If you don't go, the young master will definitely scold me."

Wei Ziqing smiled slightly, it was a kindness, which made the boy think it was a joke, his eyes sparkled.

Unexpectedly, such a sentence came: "What does it have to do with me?"

Without waiting for the boy to say anything else, he turned around and left without dragging his feet.

The matter was easier to solve than imagined, and the three left the scene in a hurry.

Butcher Liu and his wife also had no intention of opening the business. They didn't go with them, but they were very worried. As soon as they saw them coming back, they went out to welcome them.

"How is it?" Aunt Hua asked nervously.

Wei Ziqing smiled proudly, and said mischievously, "What do you think?"

Aunt Hua scolded, "How dare you play tricks, I think you must have won like this."

Wei Ziqing smiled and said nothing, Aunt Hua looked at Chun Zhi's ignorant appearance, and a stone in her heart fell to the ground.

"I don't ask others to think highly of him, as long as he can be normal."

"After today, no one will say that Chunzhi is not good anymore. If you didn't see it, the eyes of the neighbors are almost staring down."

Aunt Hua felt at ease, she stayed with Wei Ziqing for dinner again, saying it was a good time to celebrate.

Awang was sent to send a message again, Wei Ziqing saw that he seemed to respect Aunt Hua very much, and some doubts came to his mind for a while.

"Awang, what is his origin?"

A few days ago, he was busy with gambling and didn't have the time to explore. After spending these few days together, he also felt that he had developed a lot of relationship with this family, so he was inevitably a little curious.

"Awang has been raised in our house since he was a child, and we Chunzhi picked it up..."

When Aunt Hua mentioned the past, she also felt a little emotional.

In the winter of that year, it snowed intermittently for three consecutive days. The snow reached the knees of people, and the doors of every house on the street were tightly closed.Wealthy families guard the fire, eat their food, and find it rare to be quiet.Those who are poorer can just burn firewood and squeeze into a quilt, and they can make do.

And the beggars on the street suffered. How could the dilapidated Town God's Temple be able to cover such a heavy snowstorm, freezing to death countless poor homeless people for a while.

As for the five-year-old Chun Zhi, because his mind was slower than others, he couldn't remember the instructions of his family, and he didn't know the cold and heat, so he slipped out secretly, and when he came back, he dragged a big child like a black rag in his hand.

"The child is Ngawang, and I chose the name. The child was about seven or eight years old. Chun Zhi was young and short. It was winter, and his fingers were red from the cold. He gritted his teeth and dragged him home. I I still can't forget the way Chunzhi cried and said "he's dead" "he's dead"..."

"His father and I saw that this was a living person, frozen like ice, covered in purple and black, we rubbed and rubbed it with water, and the child woke up! Awang is really too lucky. Well, this one survived, but he kept silent about where he came from, who his family was, and his temper was weird, and he didn't talk all day. His father and I originally wanted to let him go when the weather was fine. Who would have thought He happened to play with Chun Zhi, and we Chun Zhi finally got a playmate, so we raised him like this."

"Then Awang grew up with Chun Zhi?"

"Not really." Aunt Hua shook her head, "Awang only stayed at our house for three years. When he was a little older, he left after a message. He left for six years. He only returned home a few years ago. He came back with a dowry, saying that he wanted to marry us Chun Zhi."

Having said that, Aunt Hua couldn't hide her pride: "It's not that I want to ask for his dowry. We didn't just agree to Awang after he's been away for so long. He really cares about Chun Zhi, Chun Zhi He will do whatever he says, you have seen this, I am also relieved that he is a child who has lived in our house."

Wei Ziqing did not expect to hear such an interesting story, childhood sweetheart, a childhood favor, repaying it for a lifetime, sounds like a touching story.

Awang came back, and the two of them tacitly agreed not to discuss this matter again.

Aunt Hua asked about the response from the Song family, and then went into the kitchen with confidence, planning to show her off.

After the meal, Wei Ziqing bid farewell to Aunt Hua's family and returned to the Song family.

Because a major matter has been solved, and the clothes patterns have been sold, it seems that the market is good, and now I feel relaxed and relieved.

As soon as he entered Song's house, he couldn't help but think of the master of the house. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he hadn't seen him much for a few days.

He himself avoided it on purpose, but Song Poming also seemed to have returned to the beginning, cooperating extremely well, leaving early and returning late, and no one was seen.

Could it be that the tenderness of the past few days was just a dream?

The colder Song Poming was, the colder he became, and the calmer he acted, as if he was telling himself, look, if you are just a little cold to others, they will ignore you, saying that they are just a novelty for a while.

In fact, he knew in his heart that Song Boming might not be such a person, but he just couldn't control his flying heart.

Don't think about it anymore, thinking about it will only increase your troubles, anyway, he will not take the initiative to find Song Poming, so why bother himself.

Song Mu was probably taking a nap, the house was quiet, it was already summer, and there were some people in the yard, so he had nothing to do, so he turned and went into the study.

He hasn't been here since Song Boming came back. He has been busy with big and small things these days, and he just entered the study when he saw the neatly stacked drawing papers on the table, and his heart skipped a beat.

broken!He forgot to throw away the bad draft paper!

He has never had the habit of throwing away the paper with bad drawings. He always keeps it and uses it to practice calligraphy on the back. He obviously told himself that night, and he remembered to pack up and throw it away. In the end, I forgot.

He remembered that the drawing paper was spread out on a table, and now it was tidied up. Song Mu never entered Song Poming's study room, who else could it be?

Wei Ziqing's face turned pale. How could he explain how a free and foolish gentleman, a man who does hard work every day, learned to draw and write in small letters?

It's not that he is boasting, although his paintings are not the masterpieces of everyone, but at least it can be seen that he has ten years of practice, and no one will believe that he learned it temporarily.

The point is, why didn't Song Boming ask him?

Wei Ziqing's fingertips were cold, and he didn't dare to think about the deeper things. He was extremely guilty, because he was not this Wei Ziqing. Once such an unbelievable thing was discovered, what consequences would he face?

Wei Ziqing sat in the study blankly, passing through thousands of thoughts in his mind, and finally stopped on one word——

escape.

Get out of here, run as far away as possible!Qian Ji should be able to pay him a part of the deposit in advance...

But then he denied his own idea. The household registration is still in the Song family, and the way to open it will clearly state where he is from. What's more, going to the county government to open a way will inevitably not attract people's attention. Who saw and told Song Boming, wouldn't he be a guilty conscience?

No, why did Song Boming make things difficult for him?Even if he escaped, he didn't need to make a big fuss to find him, did he?

Two kinds of thoughts appeared alternately in his mind, there was no love for his children, nothing was as important as his life!

Only Song Boming should know about this matter now, so what is his idea?

He tidied up the drawing paper, and told Wei Ziqing clearly: "I saw everything."

Then when did he know?

Did you know the day you shared the bed with him?Did you know when you took him away from Soom's bed?Did you know when you kissed him in the kitchen?

For a while, I felt a little resentful, even if I came to question him, why didn't I say it, and waited for him to find out by himself, and let him make wild suspicions here.

"Is Brother Qing at home? Brother Qing? Brother Qing?"

The voice sounded a bit like the little man of the young couple next to him, his voice was so anxious, what's wrong?

Wei Ziqing straightened his expression and pushed open the study door.

"Brother Jun, what's the matter?"

"You're at home! Go to Doctor Wang's, your mother has fainted!"

"what?"

Wei Ziqing thumped in his heart, his legs were a little weak, he didn't care to ask a few more questions, and ran out of the house bypassing Brother Jun.

Song Mu's loving smile appeared in his mind, no matter what, Song Mu is the closest person to him here, and his vision blurred while running, please don't let anything happen!

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