The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Lingran and Xiao Qiniang successfully broke into the Zhongfu.

The two settled down first, and then asked Mrs. Zhong to lead them into the embroidery building, where they greeted each other warmly.During this period, Xiao Qiniang shed another two liters of tears, and Ling Ling killed three dishes of refreshment fruits.

When it was time for dinner, Master Zhong, the owner of the Zhong Mansion, came back from outside in a dejected state.

Sighing as he walked, he said, "Nowadays, evildoers are rampant in this world, and the old monk was actually asked to run away! How does Cui Yu manage this Dali Temple!"

Angrily, he took off his gauze hat.

The old clock hurriedly followed, running in with small steps. "Alang, Alang!"

After yelling more than ten times in a row, Master Zhong turned his head with a full face of displeasure, and said angrily, "What's the matter?! It sounds like a mosquito humming. Are you short of food at home? Don't you have the strength?"

"Yes, it's the old slave's fault!"

Since the young lady passed away, Mr. Zhong's temper has deteriorated in the past ten years, and he has encountered obstacles everywhere in the officialdom.Several times when he encountered promotion opportunities, his superiors gave him a Ding evaluation, which caused him to have ups and downs in his official career. Last autumn, he was even more disheartened and resigned altogether.

It was originally planned that after meeting the old monk in Chang'an City this time, the whole family moved south and returned to their hometown.

Therefore, Old Zhong became more and more cautious, looked at his lord's expression, and first threw a sentence vaguely. "Ah Lang, there is a distinguished guest at home today."

"What kind of guest, why are you talking about being expensive?" Mr. Zhong snorted from his nostrils, and said impatiently, "Is it a relative on the other side of the madam?"

Old Zhong Tou could only laugh along with him, and said cautiously, "It's not bad. Now Madam has placed the guests in the original lady's embroidered building..."

"what?!"

This sound was like a thunder exploding on the ground.Master Zhong almost jumped on the spot.

"How could someone irrelevant live in Xiu'er's boudoir! Is Madam confused?"

"Ah Lang, who are you talking about?!" Mrs. Zhong opened the curtain and rushed in, her mouth full of complaints.

"You have been wronged outside every day, so you come home and vent your anger on us!"

Mr. Zhong is afraid of guilt.Seeing Madam coming out, he didn't dare to let out a fart, and immediately smiled softly and said: "Madam, I am..."

"Yes! Ah Lang, you are not going well in the officialdom!" Mrs. Zhong mocked in a strange way.

"Don't dare, Madam is the superior, the subordinates dare not!" Mr. Zhong began to sweat coldly on his forehead.

Mrs. Zhong squinted at him, and then thought of the good girl who was lost and recovered in the embroidery building, her brows and eyes relaxed a little, and she smiled warmly.

"My lord, let me tell you something rare. Today's visitor is not a guest!" She said, waving at the old clock.

Old Zhong went down in dismay.

Mrs. Zhong smiled and walked to Mr. Zhong's side, leaning next to him, and said: "Our embroiderer is back!"

Master Zhong looked back at Mrs. Zhong suspiciously, but said nothing.

Mrs. Zhong slapped him on the shoulder and said, "Why are you unhappy, why don't you smile?"

"Hehe," Master Zhong let out a short laugh stiffly. "As soon as Xiaguan returned to the mansion, I knew that 'Xiu'er' was back!" He repeated word by word slowly, with a strange and chilly air.

Mrs. Zhong immediately became upset. She twisted Mrs. Zhong's ears with one hand, and reprimanded: "It's true, our sister is back! You have been thinking about it for ten years, and our good daughter, the jewel in your palm, is back!"

After her series of words fell, Mr. Zhong finally knew that Madam was serious.Not caring about the pain in his ears being pulled by Madam, he put a big hand on Madam's forehead, and said in surprise: "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense during the day!"

"Fuck you!" Mrs. Zhong spat at him, let go of Master Zhong's ears, and said with a smile, "Now I live in Xiulou! It turns out that our Xiu'er didn't die that day, holding his breath in his chest. It was that Dr. Hu who couldn’t do it, and made a good one of us dead, and then carried the coffin and buried her. Fortunately, a scholar saved her!"

Mrs. Zhong then told Master Zhong exactly what Lingran said in detail.The more Mr. Zhong listened, the tighter his eyebrows were knotted.

"I'm afraid I found someone with a similar appearance to fool you?"

He didn't dare to say that Madam was old-fashioned, so in front of his face, he could only vaguely say: "You women are soft-hearted. Maybe you know that you and I are returning to our hometown, so you can make a lot of money!"

"Just remember your two stinky money!" Mrs. Zhong immediately said angrily: "You have been an official for more than 20 years. Home!"

Mrs. Zhong said, and began to wipe away tears. "Xiu'er, my miserable Xie'er! Now that you are so poor that you don't even want to spend money on mules, horses and sedan chairs, they are hired! There is no maid around. What a life you are living! It's all your fault for your useless father! ..."

He changed the subject while talking, and began to scold Mr. Zhong upside down.

The two have been married for 30 years, Master Zhong can recite these words for three hours even with his eyes closed.He was afraid that Mrs. Zhong would reinvent the wheel, so he hurriedly admitted his mistake with Li.

"Yes! It's all my fault. Madame, don't be angry, you have a heart attack..."

"You also know that I have a heart attack!" Mrs. Zhong shook off his hand, still angrily. "It's so easy that my darling is back. You father is not only unhappy, but also suspects that she is a liar from outside! Can a liar call me mother, ah? Can a liar recognize Lao Zhongtou, ah? Can a liar Do you know the details of our family, huh? Even the birthmark on her arm looks exactly the same!"

Mr. Zhong thought about it, he heard that there are some strangers who can get birthmarks with secret techniques. "Maybe someone did it?"

"Fuck you, you're the only one with a good brain! You're the only one who is smart! You're the only one left in the world who is smart!" Mrs. Zhong jumped to her feet and scolded dirtyly: "You didn't even see anyone, so you judged her It's a liar! Pooh!"

Poor Lord Zhong lost his temper after being tortured by her, so he could only pinch his nose and said, "Okay, as Madam said, we will see each other. It is already dinner time, let them come down for dinner."

"This is like a human saying!" Mrs. Zhong held back her tears, her eyes were red from crying, her nose was wrinkled, and the powder on her face was half off.

When Master Zhong saw it, he gasped. "Madam, you, let Xiaocui and Xiaoyan help you back to your room to clean up."

Mrs. Zhong twisted her waist and went.Turning around, I still didn't forget to spit on Mrs. Zhong, and cursed through the curtain: "Don't give me a temper at the dinner table later! Speak politely, if Jiang Xiuer and her uncle go away in anger, there will be some trouble when you look back." You are crying!"

Master Zhong sneered secretly, heh!The scammers still come in droves!I also found a uncle for our family!

fuck uncle.