Shen Xinyan was so amused by his small grievance and pitiful appearance that she couldn't help hooking the corners of her lips, she quickly pressed it down, went to sit beside him, and shoved the gold-painted black brocade box she was holding into his hand. , said: "This is the profit of the shop sent a few days ago, can you see it enough? If it is not enough, I will ask someone to pick it up later."

Wei Junhang opened it again in a daze, and then his hands seemed to be scorched by fire, he pushed the box away, bounced from the seat with a 'whoosh', and stared at her with a blushing face: "You ,what do you mean?"

Shen Xinyan was taken aback by his fierce reaction, and when she heard his question again, she was stunned.

"I, Wei Junhang, can't do things like spend his wife's dowry money even if I don't make it, you, you, me, me, you're going to be mad at me!" He wanted to teach her a lesson, but the pair met that one. With a face as beautiful as a day for ten years, those words can't be said, and the only thing I can do is to throw down this sentence angrily, turn around with a flick of my sleeve, and strode out of the door.

"Prince—" Qiutang, who was about to lift the curtain and enter, was suddenly taken out of the room. Wei Junhang, who was blushing with anger, was startled. He didn't say what he wanted to say, and he disappeared. .

She opened her mouth stupidly, and looked at the little girl beside her in disbelief: "The one who was just now is the prince, am I right?"

"No, no, that's the prince." The little girl replied weakly.

Qiutang's eyes widened.

Grandpa Shizi actually lost his temper at Mrs. Shizi? The sun is really coming out from the west!

You must know that this couple has always respected each other like guests, and they have never blushed since they got married. Although Shi Ziye is not very prominent, he treats his wife very well. He has never said a word to his wife aloud, much less Said blushing.

However, Shen Xinyan in the room saw her husband rushing out the door angrily, which was a little bit confused by the second monk, but when she recalled Wei Junhang's words just now, she immediately understood, and patted her forehead angrily. .

It's her fault, why don't you be more euphemistic and just give people money like this.

"Madam, Shizi, he..." Qiutang saw the annoyance on the master's face when she entered the door.

"I did something stupid without thinking about it, it doesn't matter, I'll find him later and make it clear." Although she was a little annoyed, Shen Xinyan knew her husband's temperament better, so she wasn't too worried.

Seeing her unconcerned appearance, Qiutang also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mother Cui just now sent someone to send a package of high-quality bird's nest, and she didn't say the reason. The slave maid thought it was a bit strange." Qiutang replied. She took leave yesterday to go home to visit her sick old lady, and she didn't return until just now, so she didn't know what happened this morning.

"As soon as she brought it, you can keep it. Go back and let it stew in the small kitchen. You and Chunliu Xiahe will also try it." Shen Xinyan didn't care much.

No matter if this is what Fang means or what the eldest princess means, is it possible that she can't even eat a few taels of bird's nest?

Qiutang responded with a crisp sound.

In the room of the head princess of Ning'an Academy.

The eldest princess squinted her eyes and leaned on the soft couch. Grandma Liang, who had served her most of her life, sat at her feet, grasping the strength of her hands and pinching her legs.

"What do you think is the best way to handle the matter that Shen shi mentioned?" The eldest princess suddenly opened her eyes and asked.

Mammy Liang paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "The princess already has an idea in her heart, so why play tricks on the servants?"

The eldest princess laughed, shook her head, and sighed: "Shen shi also has her reasons, but... if I rely on her, I'm afraid Bizhen will blame me in her heart."

"Princess has been worrying too much, the eldest lady was raised by you, don't you know her? That's the most sensible and sensible thing. Although this change was proposed by the prince's wife, it is for the good of the house after all. Madam, how can she blame you?" Grandma Liang smiled in relief.

The eldest princess thought about it and felt reasonable. Just thinking about the eldest son who passed away early, he couldn't help but sighed deeply: "If Jun Ting is still here, there is no need to worry about my old bones in the mansion. , even more than Bizhen."

The person mentioned in the words was the master of the mansion, Liang mama couldn't say anything, she just changed the subject and said, "The slave girl just passed the martial arts training ground, and I saw the eldest son dancing the sword from a distance. The style of the grandfather of the country back then."

Hearing her mentioning the most promising eldest grandson, the eldest princess immediately changed her sad face and said with a smile, "Brother Lin's child is a self-motivated one, a hundred times stronger than his father! It's not in vain for his grandfather to teach him. ."

"Princess is saying this now, but at the beginning, she didn't know which one shed tears to the grandfather of the country, blaming him for being too cruel, training a four-year-old baby like training a soldier." Mother Liang teased.

The eldest princess glared at her angrily: "It's just you being sloppy!"

Wei Junhang in the other compartment actually regretted it as soon as he walked out of his wife's courtyard. He only felt that his wife was well-intentioned, and he really couldn't be angry with her.

He paced back and forth in front of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, wanting to turn around and say soft words to his wife, but he was worried that she would turn his back on him, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while. After thinking about the decision that he just made, he turned his footsteps and left in the direction of the East Courtyard.

The martial arts training ground in the east courtyard.

The young man danced the wooden sword in his hand, stabbing, picking, or chopping, sometimes volleying into the air and sometimes falling to the ground. His moves were quite imposing, and the martial arts master who watched him nodded again and again.

When Wei Junhang came, this was what he saw.

Mr. Wushu noticed his arrival and was about to come forward to greet him. Wei Junhang waved and shook his head at him, he understood after a little thought, and bowed his hands at him.

Wei Junhang touched his nose and stood aside to watch quietly, the more he looked, the more proud he became.

Sure enough, he and his wife's good son, with a son like this, what can a husband ask for! See if those tortoise grandchildren dare to make fun of him behind his back in the future!

Bah, he is useless anymore, just having such an excellent son is enough to look down on the capital!

Wei Chenglin took back the wooden sword, and when he turned around, he saw his father, who had arrived at some point, was looking at him with a smile. Handing over the sword to the servant on the side, he said a few more words to the husband, and then walked towards Wei Chenglin.

"Father!" He saluted respectfully and respectfully.

"This sword dances well, much better than that Aunt Nangong dance!" Wei Junhang praised with a smile, unaware of Mr. Wushu's frown.

Wei Chenglin pursed his lips, and finally couldn't hold back his rebuttal: "My boy is a manly man and a man, how could my father compare him with such a dusty woman. Besides, the boy's sword is meant to be used to kill the enemy, not to pretend to be happy. Embroidered pillows!"

The gentleman beside him nodded in satisfaction.

That's it!

Wei Junhang was not annoyed after being robbed by his son, and his smile remained unchanged: "Yes, yes, it was my father who said the wrong thing!"

This kid is good at everything, but his temperament is like his grandfather's, and he is very boring, not as funny as Ying'er's girl.

The prince muttered secretly.

Mr. Wushu shook his head helplessly, stepped forward and bowed his hands to leave.

Wei Junhang waved his hand indifferently.

"Father has something to order? If not, the child will have to go back to review his homework." Wei Chenglin naturally knew his biological father's temperament.

"You child, no one is forcing you, it's okay to relax occasionally."

"Grandfather always taught the child to be self-disciplined, only..."

"Alright, alright, go if you want!" Shi Ziye had a headache for a while.

"That being the case, the boy retire!" The self-disciplined boy bowed his hands and turned to leave.

"Slow down!" After his son had taken a few steps, Wei Junhang remembered his intentions and hurriedly stopped him.

Wei Chenglin stopped and turned around, looking directly at his father with inquiring eyes.

"In the future, you should take more time to go back to accompany your mother. She has not been in good health recently." For fear that this little old-fashioned person would give him another "grandfather's teaching", Shizi hurriedly stated his purpose.

"Mother is not in good health? Can you hire a doctor? What did the doctor say? Is there a serious problem?" The boy asked with anxiety on his face when he heard that his mother was not in good health.

"It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem. I just think about you from time to time. I don't worry that you live in the outer courtyard. Therefore, I worry and think more, and my body is a little weak." nonexistent beard.

"My child understands, then as my father said, take more time to go back to my mother every day." Wei Chenglin nodded.

After getting a satisfactory result, Shizi Wei was very proud. He wanted to take his son back to find his wife now, and show his merit in front of his wife by the way, but he was afraid that he would delay his son's studies and that he would be favored by his father in the end. After a scolding, I stopped thinking.

After thinking about it, I was still a little unwilling, so I wasted an opportunity to show my merit, and hurriedly said: "Today, you will go back to accompany your mother for lunch, but you must remember it, and I will only go back with you when I come. ."

Wei Chenglin was a little puzzled: "The son can go back by himself, without bothering the father."

"You just listen to me!" Shi Ziye stared wide-eyed and said with a stern face, pretending to be a strict father.

"That being the case, the child will obey." Wei Chenglin was also accustomed to his father's inconsistency, and he nodded in agreement without arguing with him.

The British prince who has passed the year of knowing his destiny smiled and rubbed his beard. Although his son was not up to his expectations, he had such an excellent grandson, and it was just around the corner to revive the prestige of the British public office.

"After a while, go and rehearse the marksmanship that your grandfather taught you the day before yesterday. The British government started with martial arts. As a descendant of the Wei family, you must not leave your martial arts behind at any time."

"Yes, grandson remembers grandfather's teachings!" Wei Chenglin responded respectfully, after a moment, hesitantly said, "Mother is sick, grandson wants to go back early to accompany her for lunch."

"If you have a problem and ask a doctor for treatment, you need to rest and recuperate... that's all, you can go!" How could the British master not know that this must be his daughter-in-law missing her son.

It really is a mother and a lot of losers! Thanks to his decisiveness, since the eldest grandson was three years old, he took him to personally raise him, and never let him be as good as a woman's hand like his father.

He couldn't help but have a headache when he thought of the second son who was not a successor.

If the eldest son is still there, why do he need to be so diligent, the British government can achieve a higher level even without relying on the name of his wife, the eldest princess!

Touching the left leg that had been unconscious for many years, and recalling the eldest son who had passed away many years in both civil and military affairs, his heart still couldn't help but throb.

That was Wei's only hope! If he was still there, why would he need to drag his wreckage to support his eldest grandson, and how could the position of the heir of the Duke's Mansion fall to the second son who was not a successor!