Chapter 233: Zhang Wuliu's Congratulatory Gift

Zhu Xiaosi is strong in the end, and he will be cured in two days with a minor illness, but he doesn't seem to want to be cured. A small illness made him the focus of the whole family, and Zhu Xiaosi enjoyed everyone's care and condolences very much, until Ma Du pulled him off the bed.

The strange thing is that Zhu Xiaosi is sick, and no one in the palace comes to ask, Ma Du doesn't believe that the old Zhu couple doesn't know the situation. Lao Zhu and his wife didn't ask, Ma Du couldn't help but say, he didn't want to go to the city to see Lao Zhu's stinky face, so he wrote a letter and asked people to send it directly to the palace, and by the way, he asked when he would pick up Zhu Xiaosi back.

Ma Dajia swept the letter over, and snorted in his nose, "I want to send my son back after hanging for half a month, no way!" ”

She put the letter on a long plate and personally served it to Lao Zhu along with dinner. As soon as she arrived near Lao Zhu's study, she heard Lao Zhu's scolding from inside the room, as well as the sound of tables, chairs and benches falling to the ground.

Ma Dajia frowned, stuffed the letter brought by Ma Du back into his sleeve, asked the maid who lit the lamp in front to go back, and walked to the study alone with a long plate.

When I opened the hidden door, I saw that the huge bookcase had collapsed, and the pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and stacked high strips of paper were scattered on the ground, and it was a mess. Han Cheng knelt on one knee in the hall and his body was shaking, and Lao Zhu was sitting on his head, his chest rising and falling violently, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire.

Ma Dajia whispered to Han Cheng: "Han Cheng went out to guard, I'll clean up here." ”

"Yes!" Han Chengru was pardoned, and quickly got up and stumbled out of the house.

"Let's eat!" Ma Dajia put the long plate on a small table, and he took a candlestick, squatted on the ground to pick up the old sticks, and carefully sorted them while picking them up.

Lao Zhu didn't seem to hear Ma Dajia's words, he sat there in a daze, and after a while, his heaving chest slowly calmed down, and he twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Didn't the princess ask what happened?" ”

Ma Da didn't raise his head and said: "Why do you need to ask the concubine, if the prince wants to say it, he will tell him." ”

Lao Zhu grinned and sneered, "There is nothing to hide, everyone in this world will soon know that King Ming is dead!" ”

Ma Da's hands trembled, and he continued to pick up things.

"Why didn't the princess speak?" Lao Zhu smiled self-deprecatingly, "Even you think it's a lonely person's hand, it seems that the name of this murder is a backdrop." ”

Ma Dajia raised his head and asked, "Isn't it the prince?" ”

Lao Zhu said coldly: "Of course not, why did you save him if you wanted to kill him, in the past few years, there is a way to let him die in Chuzhou silently, why make such a big noise." Liao Yongzhong and Yang Xian are useless, and they can't guess Lone's mind when they work together. ”

Ma Dajiao persuaded: "Now is not the time for the prince to get angry and angry, it is better to choose the mausoleum for funeral treatment earlier, and let King Ming enter the earth for peace." ”

Lao Zhu was stunned, and the angry look on his face turned into a smile at some point, "King Ming's body has sunk into the river with the ship and is nowhere to be found." Speaking of which, Liao Yongzhong did a clean job in this matter, not only to avoid the trouble in the future, but also to avoid the trouble in front of him, hehe......"

None of the many people under Lao Zhu cared about Han Lin'er's life or death, and no one even mentioned it, and it seemed that the shipwreck incident in Guazhou had never happened.

Ma Du didn't care even more, he was ready to be the groom's official, and tried two sets of auspicious clothes at once today. Shen Changfu sent a set, Ma Dajia sent a set, Shen Changfu sent a gorgeous set, and Ma Dajia sent a fit.

As for which one to wear on the wedding day, it must be given by wearing a horse and a big foot, which she made with her own hands, and if she wasted her hard work, Ma Du couldn't help it.

Seeing Ma Du dangling in the hall in a big red robe, Zhang Wuliu sighed with a sigh of sorrow, the master must wear the clothes given by the princess. It's a pity that such a good-looking robe can't be worn on the wedding day, Zhang Wuliu reluctantly put away the green robe with the word money and blessing.

Zhang Wuliu was very entangled, what to give to the master as a gift. Silver? The money in his house is all given by the master, and it is shameless and insincere to take it back, so the master is not rare for this money.

Sending something? Zhang Wuliu went from the hall to the west wing where the sundries were placed, but he didn't find anything that could catch his eyes, and he couldn't even look at it, and the master wouldn't like it.

He was about to go to the city to have a look, but suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, ran into the west wing where the miscellaneous things were kept, jumped up to the beam, took out a small cloth bag between the beam and the roof, brushed off the dust on it, and gently uncovered it, revealing a round thing at once.

Zhang Wuliu couldn't help but smile, a baby is a baby, it's been several years, and the silver is going to rust, but the upper part of this baby still looks shiny and shiny, without any rust.

The second half is still as round and cute as when I first saw it, just like Chunhua's belly when she was pregnant, full of new life and hope, Zhang Wuliu couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it.

That's it! This is originally the master's thing, and he can no longer ignore this baby without conscience, taking advantage of the master's wedding to return it to him, the master will be very surprised when he sees it, Zhang Wuliu can fully imagine Ma Du's happy appearance when he sees the baby!

It's just that it's too shabby to wrap it in rags like this, and it's easy to be discovered, you have to buy a box, Zhang Wuliu still doesn't want Ma Du to know that he stole something in the first place, otherwise he doesn't know how to face Ma Du in the future.

Wrapping the baby in a cloth again, putting it back in its original position, he jumped down from the beam of the house and entered the hall, and saw that Chunhua was nursing the child, so he leaned over, "Chunhua will give me some money!" ”

Chunhua said coldly: "It's okay to ask for money, but you have to explain why you have less than one or two silver wages this month." ”

Zhang Wuliu's face immediately became bitter, because the problem was not explained clearly, he hadn't climbed into bed for half a month, "How many times have I told you, and the money is spent by me." This is the caliber that he and Lao Liu have unified.

Chunhua rolled her eyes, "You still want to deceive me, don't talk about eating, drinking, and Lazar when you go out with your grandfather, even if you eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, that's also the master's, what are you going to do?" ”

After being asked many times by Chun**, Zhang Wuliu finally lost his patience, and shouted at the top of his voice: "My father-in-law and my father-in-law were locked up for a day by my eldest brother, and one or two pieces of silver are the wages deducted by the master, okay!" ”

Zhang Wuliu told the truth, but Chunhua, who didn't know the reason, sounded purely donkey's lips and horses' mouths, "Nonsense!" What do you and my dad have to do with my uncle's uncle...... Phew, my dad won't go to the kiln with you! ”

Chunhua was very worried that her second-hand man was really angry, she took out the money bag from the bedside, grabbed a large handful of copper coins and stuffed it to Zhang Wuliu, "Come to bed and sleep at night!" ”

Zhang Wuliu was dumbfounded, he didn't expect to pass the test so easily, it seems that he has to go to the kiln with his father-in-law. He weighed through the large handful of copper coins in his hand and struggled again, whether to buy a red sandalwood or a golden silk nan?

(The author has a bad fever, it's useless to take medicine, and he came back very late for the injection, and he can't bear it, and the rest will be more tomorrow.) And whether this grenade should explode, you can comment and leave a message)