Chen Wangshu smugly opened the curtain of the carriage in a corner. The sun shone brightly outside, and the streets were full of shouts. The peach, plum and apricot flowers on the roadside have now fallen almost, and the tender green leaves are climbing over the trees, which is more spring than before.

The warm wind blew towards us, as if it could blow away all the haze.

Chen Wangshu became light and suddenly remembered that she had watched Zhao Yao's face in her previous life. No, in order to study her acting skills, she had watched a costume drama that she didn't know how many times. There was an interlude of "Spring Breeze" in it, which was particularly moving.

She thought and hummed.

"Miss, what's the tune? I've never heard of it, it sounds so nice."

Chen Wangshu did not answer. She felt that if her eyes were magnets, she would have probably flew out long ago and stuck to the person on the street.

At the entrance of the teahouse on the street, Yan Jue was wearing a fiery red gown. The wind made his hairband fly, looking unrestrained and ostentatious.

He was holding an exquisite cricket cage in his hand, and a young man jumping up and down was next to him.

Chen Wangshu searched in his mind. She knew that young man before. She had seen him among the people who came to meet him when the third prince's concubine was married. She was the youngest son of the official family, Jiang Huan.

The eighth prince was like a flea, jumping around and trying to steal the cage in Yan Jue's hand, and shouting, "Yan Jue! I took this cricket king first, you give me back! I have given it a good name, called General Changsheng, you are good, you must take love with your sword!"

Yan Jue raised the cage with one hand over his head, and gestured twice on the eighth prince's head with the other hand.

"You!" The Eighth Prince was so angry that he was overwhelmed. Even though he sent the palace servants to pull him hard every night. After ten years of pulling him out, he was still like his biological mother and was not tall.

"What am I?" Yan Jue looked at Jiang Huan condescendingly, "This cricket is more expensive. If you have longer legs and run faster, and go back to get your mother for money, maybe you still have some hope."

"But isn't this your loss? I'm willing to accept the loss! I'm so busy that I can do it. I have the ability to spend a lot of money next time like my master!"

The eighth prince snorted and withdrew his hand, "I think so! But Gao Mucheng was so angry that he lay on the bed. As soon as I went to get the money, she scolded me for being so squirted. It's not like you, how good the Duke's wife treats you, she doesn't scold you for how much money you spend!"

As he said that, he looked at the cage in Yan Jue's hand eagerly.

Yan Jue glanced at him with contempt and stuffed the cage into his arms, "Isn't it just a broken cricket? I'm so embarrassed to call General Changsheng. I just go to the weeds in the broken house to catch one, it's better than this one! I'll give it to you."

When the eighth prince saw it, he jumped three feet high and held the cage. He kissed it vigorously. After a lot of effort, he hooked Yan Jue's neck, "Let's go, please go to Zuifenglou to have a drink! Ask your favorite Xiao Meixiang to sing the song!"

"What's going on? Why did the car stop?" Mu Jin's voice recalled Chen Wangshu's mind.

She quickly put down the curtain of the carriage and felt that she had forgotten something extraordinary!

"Yan Yan and the Eighth Prince actually wore a pair of pants..."

Mu Jin received the coachman's response, "Miss, don't worry, there is a wedding receptionist in front of us. We wait in front of this teahouse, and then we will pass after a while. Yan Yanei and the Eighth Prince smelled like a bad smell, and everyone in the city knew about it."

"Miss, don't mention it. I heard from Qinghong that someone looked at their beauty and looked at them a few more times. When they went back three months, they became pregnant!"

Chen Wangshu was speechless and sighed in relief. Fortunately, it was okay! If Yan Jue had a habit of breaking sleeves and she had tried every effort to marry her, wouldn’t it be a big loss!

The wind became stronger and the curtain of the carriage blew up. Chen Wangshu reached out and wanted to hold it down. When he saw a big face stretching out, she subconsciously slapped her.

The man outside the carriage roared and said angrily, "Chen Er, you are so yes! I am watching us both share the same illness, so I won't know you! You are so good, scaring my cricket!"

Chen Wangshu cleared his throat. Since the Eighth Prince was here, Yan Jue was here too.

She can't lose her virtuous look!

"It turned out to be the Eighth Prince. I thought it was a disciple. I was shocked and abrupt. Chen Erxing sat upright and did not make any mistakes. What are the diseases and what pity do you have?"

"Your Highness is still in the mood to fight crickets, and he is even more sick and sympathetic."

Seeing that she was gentle and gentle, the eighth prince unconsciously lowered her tone and muttered, "At a young age, she speaks like an old woman."

Chen Wangshu laughed out loud and said lightly, "When it comes to rules, your highness should call my aunt."

"Puchi!" A loud laughter came from outside the carriage.

The eighth prince was so angry that he kicked Yan Jue, "Why are you laughing at?"

The wedding party had passed, the road became clear, the coachman raised his whip and the carriage started.

Chen Wangshu's ears were a little red. Yan Jue, a man with a face and a voice, was the best subwoofer!

After going to the bookstore to get the pen, Chen Wangshu returned to his mansion.

The house was quiet, the third uncle stopped practicing martial arts, Li stopped reading the account book, and even the old lady stopped chanting Buddha's name.

Chen Wangshu stood in front of the door and patted his little breasts. It was a sin, a sin!

The Chen family’s century of prosperity must be ruined in mahjong!

"A sister is back, come and replace me!" As soon as she saw Chen Wangshu, her sister-in-law Yao stood up anxiously!

When Chen Wangshu looked at this posture, he knew that this was definitely a three-eat and one-one. Yao lost a lot!

"Here's here!"

Chen Tian, ​​who was sitting by the side watching the cards, looked at Chen Wangshu worriedly, "But sister, don't you want to copy the scriptures?"

Chen Wangshu touched the card and his eyes moved, "I'll copy tomorrow, I'll copy tomorrow!"

She is not in a hurry to copy books. She is good at calligraphy. She has been copying scriptures in the past.

Isn’t the Queen Mother’s scriptures different from those of ordinary people?

It is written in black and white, and used to make up the numbers, but who knows?

"Don't worry, I'll forget it. Tomorrow is a good day for eclipses, suitable for copying scriptures! Today is not possible! Hey! Let's get along!"

She said, pushing the card and laughing.

Seeing her complacent, Li, who was standing beside him, kicked her under the table.

Chen Wangshu was in pain, "What are you doing, mother?"

"I'll forget it. Today is a lucky day, suitable for punishment! Chen Wangshu, see if you can do it or me?"

Chen Wangshu followed the voice and looked at the door. When he saw it, he immediately shivered and stuttered, "Dad! Brother! Why are you back?"
Chapter completed!