……

Another half hour later.

"It's miserable! It's really miserable! Woo......"

"Miss, don't cry, crying too much is not good for your body."

Xiaoting handed her a handkerchief, wiped her tears, and said with a crying voice.

Wang Chuan: "......"

He looked at the two of them with strange expressions, not understanding why at all.

Could it be that these love stories are so lethal to a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old?

Wang Chuan rubbed his chin, it was difficult to understand the mentality of the two, he saw Weng Shuang's appearance at first, and thought she was an eccentric character.

Now it seems...... It still seems to be a simple silly white sweet.

Since entering the gate of the Weng Mansion, more than an hour has passed until now.

But apart from seeing a family servant, a maid, and Weng Shuang, Wang Chuan didn't see anyone else in his sight.

Not to mention, the owner of this mansion, who is extremely influential and has a very high status, is old.

"Is this to avoid suspicion? Or is it ...... I don't have this qualification? Wang Chuan thought to himself.

But soon, his thoughts were interrupted by the two little girls in front of him, who were crying louder and louder.

I was thinking of telling two stories casually to cope with it and kill time.

After all, he doesn't know any poetry and songs at all, if he really talks about it, won't it be exposed?

But who knows...... This is the case.

"Why don't I tell you another one? This time it's not miserable, I swear! Wang Chuan said quite seriously.

As soon as the words landed, Weng Shuang and Xiaoting suddenly stopped their tears together, and said in unison:

"Don't!"

……

……

At the same time, another corner of the Weng Mansion.

In a very quiet courtyard, an old man with a white beard and hair but looking energetic was sitting on a rocking chair.

He held a scroll in his hand, and on his left was a pot of freshly brewed hot tea.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and then a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper bowed down and walked into the small courtyard.

"Frost's side...... How's it going? Weng Lao asked lazily and casually.

Hearing this, the middle-aged housekeeper glanced up at him, opened his mouth and stopped.

"Is this girl in trouble again? Hey, she is favored when she pees, she is a lawless character, and she likes to mess around the most.

This teacher has changed four or five, which time was not made angry by her? ”

"Master, Miss, she ......"

"Hey, the family is unlucky! Woe to the family! ”

Before the butler could finish his sentence, the old man suddenly jumped up from his rocking chair and shouted loudly.

He looked distressed, and said with hatred: "This girl, if you don't know anything, forget it, and make a mess for the old man."

If she didn't rectify this Rausch Poetry Club, how could the old man fall into such a dilemma?

Now that the prince's people have entered our Weng Mansion openly, what will the prime minister think? ”

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged housekeeper's eyes instantly became sharp, and he had a detailed insight into the surrounding grass and trees.

Prince...... Prime minister......

Weng Lao said casually, but it revealed a lot of information.

If this is heard by someone with a heart, it will be a big trouble.

However, after the butler sensed it, he confirmed that there was no one around.

In fact, the Weng Mansion was not easy to enter, but the housekeeper still maintained due vigilance and caution.

This is also one of the reasons why he can be so valued by Weng Lao.

With him, Weng Lao is very relieved.

The housekeeper pursed his lips and said respectfully: "It is a blessing for Miss to have a reasonable person like the master." ”

His sycophant is extremely accurate, if Weng Lao didn't love Weng Shuang in every way, he would not have allowed any poetry meeting to be held.

Hearing this, Weng Lao curled the corners of his mouth, blew his beard, and glared: "Habitual! It's all spoiled!

Let's talk about it, what trouble did Frost Er do? Although this young man is from the Green Gang, anyone with a discerning eye knows that he is a person under the prince.

If Shuang'er tosses people miserably, how to explain to the prince is really a troublesome matter......"

As he spoke, he frowned and pondered.

Although he has made a decision, it is still easy to clean up Wang Chuan, but the problem is that he doesn't want to stand in line and don't want to have any bias.

So, how to deal with the aftermath will take a lot of brains......

"Master, it's not Miss Shuang'er who tosses the miserable family, it's Miss She...... Crying. The middle-aged butler whispered, with a little unbelievable in his words.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have been incredibly hard to believe.

"Well, that's right...... What did you say? Weng Lao exclaimed.

Without waiting for the housekeeper to repeat his words, he was furious and said, "Shuang'er actually cried? Who did this to you? The kid who just came? ”

"This ...... It should be, the old slave only glanced at it from a distance, and saw that the young man named Wang Chuan entered the small courtyard and sat directly opposite the young lady.

Then, he didn't know what to say, anyway, Miss and Xiaoting cried when they listened to it......

In the middle, I stopped crying for a while, but soon I cried even more. ”

When the words landed, the housekeeper looked up at Weng Lao, only to see that he was already blowing his beard angrily and staring, and his breathing was three points short.

His love for Weng Shuang is well known to everyone in the house, Weng Shuang has never shed tears when he is so big, but he didn't expect it to be ......

How could Weng Lao not be angry?

But he wasn't carried away by the anger, Wang Chuan ...... That's the prince's man.

He muttered, "You go and take Shuang'er away first, and then let that guy wait in the side room." ”

"Yes."

The butler didn't ask what to do next, and left after answering.

And Weng Lao's brows slowly furrowed, and he was constantly analyzing in his heart, and at the same time whispered softly:

"A disciple of a small underground gang in Chang'an, but he is a poet and tea, and has a good talent...... Such a person must be a very important pawn.

Since such an important chess piece was used, he entered the Weng Mansion through the poetry meeting, but he made Shuang'er cry again......

Prince, Prince, what do you want to do? ”

Weng Lao fell into deep doubts, with his decades of experience in the court, he couldn't analyze what he wanted to do with this move.

"The old man has only been away from the court for only three years, is it possible that this party struggle has completely changed?"

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out.

……

……

The other side.

Weng Shuang had wiped away her tears, her arms were lying on the table, her head was propped up, and she asked curiously:

"I heard you're gangster, what do you do every day? Isn't it exciting? ”

"It's exciting, but it's not much exciting, just charge protection fees, look at the casino, and go to the teahouse to drink tea......"

"This kind of day is so cool! I'm so envious, I'm about to suffocate, but my grandfather won't let me leave the gate of Weng's Mansion even a step away. Weng Shuang said depressedly.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan's heart suddenly moved, his eyes rolled, and he asked casually:

"Why didn't Elder Weng let you go out?"