Chapter 98： Take action (two

Chapter 98 Take action (two chapters combined into one, 4000 words)

Late autumn is bleak, and the leaves on the branches are falling in the north wind. It is getting darker day by day. When Su Yanli returns home, the oil lamp has been lit, the aroma of food is floating in the small courtyard, and the warm yellow light shines on the patio.

Pushing open the courtyard door, he did not walk as fast as usual and quickly melted into the light that belonged to him. From the time when the gangster found him to now, he has been thinking about how to get Aunt Ding out of the wolf in the uncle's house. Rescued from the nest.

But until he arrived at the door of the house, he had not thought that this time, if his guess was correct, his "good mother-in-law" was eyeing the moon cake recipe, otherwise how could she think of Aunt Ding with her personality.

What perfect strategy can we use to save our aunt without losing the food recipe that our daughter has worked so hard to figure out?

In the kitchen, Mao Ya was lighting the fire while holding Xiao Silang in her arms. Su Ruojin helped Cheng Yingzhen prepare dinner every day according to the time Su Yanli was on duty. Otherwise, the food would be cold if it was cooked early, and would have to wait if it was cooked late.

Su Ruojin obviously heard the door ringing, but why didn't she see her father come back for a long time? She couldn't help but opened the kitchen door curtain and looked outside. As soon as she opened it, a cold air came straight in. It was very cold.

"Dad...Dad..." Why are you standing at the door without moving?

Su Yanli was awakened by his daughter shouting, "Ah Jin—"

Su Ruojin heard a lot of worries from these two words: "Dad?"

Su Yanli was afraid that her daughter would notice something, so she tried her best to smile casually and gently, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

Su Ruojin did not move and looked towards Shu Tong who came in from the door. He was busy leading the mule cart. She looked calmly at her father as he walked up the corridor to the kitchen. He was smiling as usual, but she just felt it. It's different, it's not right, something must be wrong.

What could it be?

Naughty Su Sanlang squeezed her out of the kitchen from behind and threw her into Su Yanli's arms, "Dad...Dad, I learned a poem from my eldest brother today..." He recited it, "Li Li Yuan Shang Cao..."

Su Yanli listened and carried his son into the kitchen. After his son finished memorizing, he nodded gently, "Not bad, keep working hard."

Su Sanlang not only wanted to hear this sentence, he also wanted his father to continue to praise him, "Dad, I only need to learn it three times and I will memorize it. Is it great?"

Although Su Yanli usually has a gentle personality and a gentle smile, he never praises his son casually in his studies and is always much harsher. Su Sanlang is young and has not yet reached the time to take strict control of him, so he just praised him without hesitation. Think again. He praised the second sentence, but that's not true.

“Don’t be naughty.” Put down his son, “Study hard.”

Su Sanlang didn't get the compliment he wanted. His mouth dropped, and his father became serious. He didn't dare to howl, but he was unwilling to give in. He turned around and asked Su Ruojin, "Sister, am I learning fast and well?"

Su Ruojin had already walked down the steps. She went to find Shutong who was parking the car and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Shutong, what's wrong with my dad?"

"Huh?" The scholar who spread grass for the mules obviously didn't notice anything wrong with the master, "Is it nothing? When I arrived at the Imperial College, the master was talking and laughing with his colleagues as usual!"

Could it be that she is too worried?

In a blink of an eye, her daughter went to the courtyard to look for Shu Tong. Su Yanli thought to himself that it shouldn't matter since he didn't reveal anything in front of Shu Tong.

After a while, Shu Tong and Su Ruojin also entered the kitchen. Su Sanlang stared at her and asked for praise. Encouragement and education are actually important, so he smiled and said, "Of course!" He gave him a thumbs up, "Keep up the good work and memorize two books tomorrow." head."

“No, I will memorize three songs tomorrow, so dad will definitely praise me.”

Su Yanli heard San'er say this and reached out to touch his head, "It's time to eat."

Cheng Yingzhen just brought the dishes to the table and said, "Sir, is it cold outside?" After saying that, she took a hand towel to wipe his hands.

"It's not bad." Now Shutong drives him back in a mule cart every day, and it's not too cold.

The whole family ate in the warm kitchen.

After eating, it was cold, so except for Su Yanli, who was taking an exam for the older children in school, everyone else washed up and went to bed.

Su Ruojin couldn't sleep. Tonight, my father had even missed a bowl of rice. Something must have happened. What could it be? Is it criticism from superiors or conflicts among colleagues in the Imperial College? Now they are all protected by Lord Fan, and even Master Jijiu is giving him three cents of face, so that shouldn’t be the case;

Is that a letter from your hometown in Pingjiang Prefecture? Let your father take your second uncle, whom you have never met, into the Imperial College? It shouldn't be wrong. This thing had already happened in the autumn. The next letter was just a reminder, and his father would not be worried about hiding his emotions.

What could that be?

Suddenly, Su Ruojin thought of it, and sat up. "Yes, I was on guard. I should have thought of it a long time ago."

Mao Ya's little bed was opposite Su Ruojin. She was about to take off her clothes and sleep when she was startled by her little master's actions, "Second lady, what's the matter?"

“It’s okay, it’s okay?” She waved her hand.

Mao Ya didn’t believe it, “What should I have thought of before?”

Su Ruojin looked at Mao Ya, thought for a while, and waved to her.

Mao Ya came over and said, "Little lady..."

“Are you afraid of the cold?”

"Where are we now? Second lady, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Su Ruojin hesitated again, "I heard from Mother Dong that Uncle Hua Ping often goes out at night, and I don't know if he is still in the shop when you go there."

It was just a trip in vain. Mao Ya said it was okay, put on a thick coat, raised her legs and was about to go out. Su Ruojin held her back, "Go out quietly, don't let my dad see it."

Mao Ya nodded.

“If you see Uncle Hua Ping, you will do this..."

"good."

Mao Yatou stuck to the door of the room, listened to the sounds outside, then turned off the lights, and waited for a while before quietly sneaking out.

The weather is cold and business is good. Mother Dong prepared extra ingredients for tomorrow today, but she was a little late. She stewed the Cordyceps Chicken Soup for Huaping a little late. The weather has been cold recently, so Su Ruojin didn't ask Shutong to deliver soup to Huaping. Water, let Dong’s mother help stew it.

Mother Dong put it into a small jar and was about to take it to Huaping's room when Mao Ya arrived. She asked, "Is Uncle Hua here?"

“Did the second lady bring him food?”

Mao Ya shook her head, "Something happened." She took the soup can and said, "I'll deliver it."

The young master must have something to do with Hua Ping. Mother Dong nodded and let Mao Ya go.

There was a knock on the door, and Hua Ping was lying on the bed: "Come in."

Recently, Xianggui stopped coming to bring him food. Huaping thought it was Dong's mother, so she asked her to open the door and come in. He was too lazy to move.

Mao Ya hesitated for a moment and pushed open the door a crack, "Uncle Hua—"

Hey, it was the girl next to Su Erniang. Huaping jumped up to the door and opened the door halfway, "Why is it you?"

“Second Lady, please do me a favor.”

“What are you busy with?”

“Come in at your convenience, Uncle Hua.”

Huaping stepped aside and let the little girl enter the room, "What's the matter?"

The weather was cold. Mr. Shen was not used to the fact that Hua Ping didn’t deliver the soup today. He disliked the cooking skills of Old Dutou, the stove owner. “Why don’t you go to Su Ji to learn from it?”

On a cold autumn night, Lao Dutou sat opposite Mr. Shen, slowly drinking old wine, and it took him a long time to say, "If you are not afraid that Huaping has something to do with you, and you have something to do with the little county prince, then I will learn from him."

“No, no, no, no…” Mr. Shen waved his hand quickly, “That’s all I’m saying.” After saying that, he sighed, “If I have a daughter with such skills, my next life will be worth it.”

“You are not old now, you can marry a young and beautiful student.”

I don’t know what’s going on lately. Everyone wants to start a family and have a daughter, which makes Lao Dutou look depressed. Mr. Shen shook his head, "That's all, let's not talk about the love between children, but tell me how you're doing with your surveillance."

Old Du Tou was apparently the kitchen stove of this small courtyard, but in fact he was an old scout who used it to buy vegetables and daily groceries to keep an eye on people.

“That man doesn’t look like he has a list.”

"There is no list, so what is the purpose of his coming to Bianjing?"

“Currently, I’ve only seen him go to the Suji BBQ stall, and he seems to be interested in the fan installed in the summer.”

“Artisan?”

"Maybe."

“Why did Liao Xia send craftsmen here?”

“Destroy the construction of our court?”

possible.

For a while, Mr. Shen felt heavy. A few years ago, spies from the Liaoxia Kingdom had destroyed the defensive walls of the capital, but unfortunately no one was caught.

“Don’t look at the prosperity and prosperity of our Dayin Dynasty with flowers and brocades. In fact, when the fire is cooking, no one cares..."

Don’t dare to say anything that is extremely rebellious.

The two of them were drinking silently, when suddenly a signal came in.

“Why is the little prince here?”

Zhao Lan, the king of Pingyang County, is now learning how to investigate things from Mr. Shen, but they have agreed on a good date, once every two days. Logically speaking, they should come tomorrow, why did they come early.

Mr. Shen quickly put down his wine glass and opened the door to welcome people.

In the cold dew, Zhao Lan strode into Mr. Shen's small wing. When he entered the door, he looked at the dining table. There was no soup or water.

Mr. Shen:…

Little master, this is the food of the Su family! It was a pity that it was cold. Hua Ping said that Su Erniang asked Mother Dong to make soup for him. It tasted good, but he didn't even wait for him today. He was probably destined to disappoint the little master tonight.

Just when Mr. Shen was at a loss for words, another signal came in and Hua Ping came.

The master and the servant made an appointment to come one after another?

Of course not, Shuangrui glanced at the little master quietly, he was just trying his luck.

Everyone turned their heads and looked towards the door of the room.

Hua Ping came in with a chill, carrying a can of soup and a food box. He was surprised to see the little prince. Tonight was not the day for him to study with Mr. Shen. Why did he come here?

Seeing him staring at the soup can he was carrying, he understood, smiled, and quickly asked Mr. Du to heat it up, "It will be eaten with Guokui then. It will be a must."

Zhao Lan, who had a cold face, unknowingly relaxed his brows when he heard the news.

Shuangrui quickly took the opportunity to take off his outer robe, brought water to cleanse his face and wash his hands. As soon as he came down, the old Cordyceps hen was also warmed up.

But before the soup can could be opened, Hua Ping spoke first, "Little master, I will use two people tonight."

Zhao Lan instantly raised his eyelids.

"Mrs. Su's aunt was dragged back to the uncle's house to be rubbed. The younger one is going to go to the teacher's square to break Cheng Baotai's dog's leg."

Zhao Lan asked coldly: "What then?"

“Old Taoist priests will work together to find a way to get Mrs. Su’s aunt out tomorrow morning.”

Mr. Shen interjected, "Are you going to teach me a lesson, or is it a permanent solution?"

“Su Erniang means once and for all.”

“How to do it once and for all?”

"What Su Erniang means is that as long as the Su family is not involved, I can think of any way."

Su Erniang…Su Erniang…

One night, the young master came over for Su Erniang's soup, and Hua Ping came over to run errands for Su Erniang. All the time, he only heard of his name but never saw her, which made Mr. Shen really want to see if a seven-year-old lady had become a sperm. .

At five o'clock in the morning, it was the coldest time of the day. Aunt Ding was locked in the utility room. She had not had a bite of food or water in her mouth since she was brought back to the house yesterday afternoon. There was draft everywhere in the small room, and she was so cold. The one who was shivering and numb was no longer himself.

Suddenly, it seemed like something big happened outside. Howlings were everywhere. She thought about it, but she was slapped by the lady last night. Her ears were almost deafened. There was a buzzing sound. She only knew that someone was howling, but she didn't know what she was howling. .

Cheng Zhaolin was the concubine of the uncle's house. The courtyard he was assigned was a side courtyard, which was relatively remote. Normally, any movement would not reach the main courtyard, but Mrs. Cheng's howl was so noisy that the entire uncle's house was alarmed.

Even old Uncle Xuan came over. When he saw his grandson being carried back on a wooden board and covered in blood, he not only showed no mercy, but also had a look of disgust on his face, "Why don't you die outside?"

Cheng, who was howling loudly, suddenly didn't dare to howl anymore.

Mrs. Bo said coldly, "It's good to be alive, but if it's half-dead, don't leave it at home to bring bad luck."

After saying that, the old couple Shi Ranran left.

The others were disgusted and despised. In an instant, the onlookers dispersed completely. Cheng Zhaolin and his wife, who originally wanted the father-in-law to take the lead, failed to steal the chicken but lost the rice.

He had no choice but to carry his precious son into the Nuan Pavilion, quickly put on the charcoal fire, and was busy until early in the morning when he invited the doctor.

After reading it, the doctor said, "My life has been saved, but I'm afraid this leg will be ruined."

Mr. Cheng was so shocked that she could hardly breathe, "My son...my son..."

The doctor shook his head. He was not interested in the filth of these distinguished families. He wrote a prescription, took the consultation fee and said, "My medical skills are limited. If you want to save your legs, please hire another expert." After that, let The child picked up the medicine box and left.

"My son...my son...who did you offend? Your legs were broken while you were alive?"

At dawn, Cheng Yuzhu also rushed to the house. She heard her mother howling and frowned, "Mother, did you drag Aunt Ding back?"

Hearing her eldest daughter's retort, Mrs. Cheng cursed unluckily, "It's all that unlucky bitch. As soon as she comes back, my son will..." Suddenly, she couldn't curse anymore and looked at her eldest daughter in horror, "Yuzhu, you mean…"

On the way here, Cheng Yuzhu had already made inquiries. Last night, his brother suddenly had a conflict with Princess Yuyang's son and had one of his legs broken.

My younger brother has been having fun in the Jiaofang Division for several years. Who should be pleased and who should be flattered? Logically speaking, there should be no mistakes. However, something happened as soon as Aunt Ding came back. It had nothing to do with Cheng Yingzhen and who else.

"That little **** can't speak a word clearly when she sees someone. How can she ask Princess Yuyang's son to break my son's legs?"

“Mother, you have forgotten that Prince Jin’s youngest son is now his male student.”

The King of Jin is the younger brother of the current official family. If he wants to do something, he can't just do whatever he wants.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Cheng's spine, but he still refused to give up, "Can a small eighth-grade doctor ask the King of Jin to take action?"

In order for you to enjoy reading, the two chapters are combined into one, and there will be an update at noon! !

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