I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 111 Princess Roan
In fact, this little boy named Wang Ran has been secretly looking at Ah Chun who is meditating in the courtyard since he entered the door, his face is full of longing.

It looks like he wants to practice martial arts.

Wei Changtian thought for a moment, then asked Li Suyue.

"Ma'am, have you ever taken him to have a pulse?"

"This……"

Li Suyue hesitated for a while before answering in a low voice: "No, I don't want Ran'er to follow his father's path again."

"..."

Wei Changtian instantly understood.

Perhaps in Li Suyue's opinion, if her late husband didn't practice, he couldn't be a bodyguard teacher, and if he couldn't be a bodyguard teacher, he wouldn't meet bandits, and he wouldn't die.

This idea is correct, but she may not be able to think about it from another angle - if her man does not practice, will her life be better than now?

This is the same reason that many wives in previous lives complained that their husbands "only know how to work and don't know how to spend time with themselves".

Many things cannot be had at the same time. Gaining something must be accompanied by losing something.

Wei Changtian is not a person who is good at being a teacher, so he didn't tell Li Suyue about this at the moment, but just nodded.

"I understand, that's fine."

"Well, I don't know how much I can do..."

Li Suyue sighed lightly: "I just hope he is safe and sound."

……

Soon, Li Suyue took her son and left gratefully, saying that she was going back to clean up and would come to "work" in the afternoon.

Wei Changtian didn't care about it, anyway, he did it just to create some contact opportunities for Zhang San and Li Suyue, and didn't expect the latter to do much work.

But Zhang San didn't know the reason, so he hurriedly asked after the mother and son left:
"Young master, I'm a rough person, why do I need others to serve me?"

Wei Changtian didn't answer directly, but asked with a smile: "What do you think of this woman, Li Suyue?"

"Which aspect is the son referring to?"

"Everything."

"The villain can't say for sure, but she looks like a good wife and mother at the moment."

"What about your appearance?"

"Not bad."

"Um……"

Wei Changtian nodded and smiled even wider: "Zhang San, I heard from Wang Er that you are not married."

"This……"

Zhang San was stunned for a moment: "Master, son, you don't mean to..."

"How do you feel?"

Wei Changtian said noncommittally: "You're not young anymore, you can't keep being a bachelor like this, if you think Li Suyue can do it, you might as well get in touch with him more."

"Of course, if you want to find a big girl with yellow flowers, that's fine. I'll keep an eye on it for you in the future."

"..."

Zhang San never expected that Wei Changtian would actually find a wife for him, and his thoughts were quite complicated for a while.

As an extrajudicial fanatic, he basically spent the first half of his life fleeing for his life and committing crimes. It was not until Wang Er fished him out of Dali Temple and joined the Freemasonry that he lived a relatively stable life.

And now there is still a chance to start a family?

Although the girls in the kiln are all young and beautiful, with superb skills.

But Zhang San still yearns for "marrying a daughter-in-law". After all, this kind of spiritual sustenance is particularly attractive to a person like him with his head tied to his waistband.

As for the fact that Li Suyue is a widow, it is not unacceptable to him, as long as she can be reborn, other problems are not too big.

"Sir, I..."

Zhang San, who was always icy, was a little embarrassed, he hesitated for a long time without saying anything.

"Hahaha!"

Wei Changtian didn't urge him, but just laughed and said, "There is no rush, just think about it slowly."

"If the two of you can really make it, then I will personally be your witness!"

"..."

Hearing this, Zhang San's eyes froze.

He opened his mouth but didn't say anything, he just bent down and bowed deeply to Wei Changtian.

……

……

in the afternoon.

After sitting in the carriage for half an hour, Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen finally met "Prince Shun", one of the four princes of Daning - Ning Qingyu in Shun Prince's Mansion.

A sick-looking middle-aged man.

It is said that this prince likes poetry the most in his daily life, and his attainments are not low, and he has written many works that are widely read.

If he had been enthroned at that time, he would probably be able to compete with the Empress Master of the Southern Tang Dynasty in his previous life.

But this is a good thing for Wei Changtian, after all, he is now considered a well-known figure in the Daning poetry circle, so he was warmly received by Ning Qingyu as soon as he arrived at the palace.

"I have heard the name of Mr. Wei's poem for a long time, and now I finally see it. It is really a great blessing!"

In the magnificent hall, Ning Qingyu sat at the head seat, with a smile almost on his face, without the airs that a prince should have.

Of course, no matter how Ning Qingyu behaved, Wei Changtian definitely couldn't be joking.

"Your Majesty praised it."

"Hahaha, Mr. Wei, you don't have to be too modest!"

Ning Qingyu pointed to a pair of words behind him, and it turned out that the song "Yun Xiang Clothes and Flower Xiang Rong" was actually written on it.

"Based on this poem alone, the son's talent is better than ninety-nine percent of the scholars in Daning!"

Indeed, if Li Bai himself were here, it is estimated that none of you can compare.

Wei Changtian murmured to himself, on the surface he still maintained a modest attitude, and kept trying to divert the topic away from "poetry".

But Ning Qingyu was not interested in anything else at all, and after talking for a few words, he returned to poetry, and seriously asked Wei Changtian how to write a good poem.

Wei Changtian knows how to write poetry, let alone good poetry.

He dealt with nonsense for a long time, but in the end he couldn't resist Ning Qingyu's repeated questions, so he said something casually in a perfunctory manner.

"A good sentence is born naturally, and a good hand can get it by chance."

Wei Changtian's original intention was to say that Lao Tzu relies on copying all his poems and has no skills, so don't ask me.

But who would have thought that Ning Qingyu's eyes lit up when he heard this, as if he had gotten some treasure, he immediately clamored to write it down.

"Come on! Go and call Ke'er!"

Kerr?

Hearing this name, the impatience in Wei Changtian's heart was swept away, and he regained his energy in an instant.

On the way here, Liang Zhen gave him a detailed introduction to Ning Qingyu's family situation. He had no sons under his knees, only three unmarried daughters.

The oldest one just turned eighteen this year, named Ning Yuke, nicknamed "Rou An".

Although I don't know what Princess Rou'an looks like, but her identity alone is enough to be attractive...

It's hard to go back and forth, "riding a princess" if you have a chance, you still have to try it.

"Squeak~"

Soon, the door was slowly pushed open under Wei Changtian's expectant eyes, and a beautiful figure entered the room.

But at the same time, most of Wei Changtian's thoughts of "riding the princess" dissipated in an instant.

The reason is very simple, this Princess Rou'an is not good looking.

In fact, it's not that she is ugly, the main reason is that she has a long scar on the left side of her face, which is indeed a bit hideous at first glance.

Wei Changtian glanced strangely at Liang Zhen who was also surprised, but at this moment, Ning Yuke who had just entered the room also trembled.

She hurriedly turned her back, and when she turned around again, she had already put on a veil on her face.

"Father, father, why didn't you say that there are visitors at home..."

(End of this chapter)