Ning Chen loves his wife

Chapter 690 'Sick'

Jingyan ordered the coachman to stand by and walk up the mountain with the documents.

After walking a few steps up the mountain, I saw a group of people carrying a sedan chair down the mountain.

Jingyan and Shuwen immediately move aside, wanting the sedan chair to pass first.

Jingyan watched the four men walking past them carrying a large sedan chair, the four big men walked steadily, and the sedan chair remained motionless, secretly amazed!

There are four or five attendants accompanying the sedan chair, and one can tell at a glance that the person sitting in the sedan chair is not an idler!
After the sedan chair passed Jingyan and the others completely, Jingyan continued walking forward with the book.

The voice of the prime minister suddenly came from inside the sedan chair. "Who was it that passed by just now?"

Housekeeper Zhou, who was an ordinary person in disguise, recognized Wang Jingyan long ago, and replied truthfully, "It was the brother-in-law, Jingyan, who brought the boy up the mountain."

The prime minister did not respond after hearing this, thinking that meeting Jingyan was just a coincidence.

Until the sedan chair was carried to the foot of the mountain.

After the prime minister got off the sedan chair, he stood where he was, waiting for Steward Zhou to direct the coachman to drive the carriage over.

The guards who also disguised themselves as ordinary people surrounded the prime minister to protect him tightly.

The coachman drove the carriage, and the prime minister stepped on the back of a guard and got into the carriage.Just as he was about to get into the carriage, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Jingfu's carriage from a high position.

He stared at Zhuo Nan and the carriage they were riding in and asked Butler Zhou. "The carriages over there look familiar."

Steward Zhou followed the prime minister's gaze and recognized the coachman Xiao Si who was dozing against the wall of the car. He was the special driver who often took the young lady and uncle back to the prime minister's mansion!
Peeping at the prime minister's expression, he hesitated for a moment before telling the truth. "My lord, that's the carriage of the eldest lady and the eldest son-in-law."

Prime Minister:! ! ! !The damn girl came to Lianruo Temple by herself, so why make him come here specially!
Turning around and staring at Butler Zhou suddenly, he said with a gloomy expression, "Throw away the tea!" Then he got into the carriage.

Steward Zhou blinked in confusion, then lowered his head and took out a large bag of tea from his pocket.This is the tea obtained from Master Jing Lian, also known as Zoya. Before, the master told him to keep it personally, treating it as if it were a rare treasure. Why would he throw it away again? !

Butler Zhou couldn't figure it out. He really couldn't figure out why the master just saw the carriage in the uncle's house, so why did he suddenly change his face?
Staring at the wrapped tea leaves, I thought about throwing away the master.

Even if it's a bank note, he has to throw it away without hesitation at the master's order!
Throwing away the tea leaves, he climbed into the carriage, not daring to get into the carriage, fearing that the prime minister, who was furious, would be implicated, so he sat directly beside the coachman.

The coachman waved his whip and drove the carriage forward slowly, and gradually accelerated when there were no obstacles on the open road.

"Stop!" The prime minister's majestic order suddenly came from inside the carriage.

"Woo..." The driver quickly tightened the reins, and controlled the running horse to stop slowly.

"Bring back the tea." The prime minister's unquestionable and strong order came again from inside the carriage.

"...Yes." Steward Zhou jumped out of the carriage and ran back.He didn't dare to perform light kung fu for fear of being discovered that he knew martial arts, so he just ran back to the original place at the fastest speed of ordinary people.

I wandered around the place where the tea leaves were thrown away, and I was dumbfounded, the tea leaves were gone!
Steward Zhou squinted his eyes half-closed and cast a ferocious look around, looking at every driver who was standing, sitting, or passing.

Before he could find out who took the tea, he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind.

Steward Zhou turned around suddenly, staring at the visitor fiercely.

A burly coachman dressed in coarse linen, holding a large bag of things in his hand, looked at Butler Zhou's fierce expression, his dark face looked a little embarrassed and cramped.

Passed the tea with one hand, and scratched the back of the head with the other. "...your tea?"

Butler Zhou thought it was Xiao Xiao who wanted to harm him, but he didn't expect that the person who picked up the tea returned it on his own initiative.The ferocious expression instantly subsided into the body and became gentle. "Yeah." He reached out for the tea and walked past the coachman to leave.

Just as Steward Zhou was not far away, another lean coachman walked up to the burly coachman who returned the tea and sarcastically said, "Is that man sick just now? He threw the tea with his own hands and came back to look for it. But you are sicker than him." Even worse, they returned the things they picked up to others. They didn't even say thank you!"

Possessed of martial arts, butler Zhou, who has sharp eyes and ears, has bruised veins on his forehead.Resisting the desire to turn around and slap the driver who said he was 'sick' to death, he rushed back the same way.

The prime minister is still waiting for his report, he can't waste his time on passers-by.

Steward Zhou ran all the way back, tears in his heart soaring.

The master has orders, and the slaves can only obey orders forever.

What the coachman said just now actually has some truths, but it is the master who is sick, not his capricious slave, and he will cry if he talks too much...

The trees on the mountain are lush and lush, and the birds are singing.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the layers of leaves and forms mottled tree shadows on the ground.

Under the shade of the tree is a winding path, on which a man and a woman are walking, followed by two maidservants.

Zhuo Nan straightened his waist and took out his handkerchief to wipe off the sweat from climbing the mountain.

After looking around for a few times, he looked up again and saw that the tall trees on both sides blocked the glare and scorching sun above his head, forming mottled tree shadows on the ground, and smiled at Jing Rong: "Take this trail to go up the mountain. It's cooler than the main road, and there are no passers-by."

Seeing her sweating face, Jing Rong gloated and said, "I told you to get up early and you stayed in bed, you're hot."

Zhuo Nan's beautiful eyes stared at Jing Rong who was not sweating at all, envious and jealous. "If you say it again, I won't leave! You carry me on your back!"

Seeing this situation, Qingliu and Qingshang deliberately fell behind by a large distance, lest the two masters fight against each other and be implicated innocently.

Jing Rong glanced at Qingshang's acquaintance with Qingliu, and reached out to touch the top of Zhuo Nan's head.Turn around and continue to walk forward with ruthless strides, not even holding Zhuo Nan's hand.

Zhuo Nan, who failed to threaten but was discarded, chased after Jing Rong, and hurriedly said: "Jinghu, I was wrong, I shouldn't be jealous of your natural beauty..."

Natural beauty? ! "Huh?" Jing Rong stopped walking, and looked back at Zhuo Nan with half-closed eyes, half-smiling.

Zhuo Nan quickly slapped his mouth and patted it twice. "I'm talking about natural physique!"

Jing Rong looked at her self-torturing and funny appearance, and was delighted to be teased, and stretched out his hand to her.

Zhuo Nan was overjoyed and quickly grabbed it!
With this hand, she can go up the mountain with less effort!

Although her strength is indeed much stronger than before, but the inertia in her bones makes her want to be lazy if she can!

As a result, Zhuo Nan was happy for a while, and Jing Rong let go of her hand and did not leave.

Qingliu, who was lagging behind by a long distance, suddenly appeared behind Jing Rong as if walking on the ground. He got a rectangular piece of white cotton cloth from somewhere and spread it on the grass.

Jing Rong sat down on the cotton cloth.

(End of this chapter)