What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 157 A Different Gift

"This is not good."

At the door of the big warehouse in the West Court, Xue Ding stood with his arms folded. Manager Xu Er was rummaging through boxes and cabinets inside and brought out many good things, but he rejected them one by one. He laughed and said, "Dare to ask Fourth Young Master, who are you giving it to?"

Xue Ding raised his eyebrows, his face was full of innocence, and he pulled the corners of his mouth up.

Manager Xu Er's heart twitched, knowing that he was talking too much, but he still dared to say: "Fourth young master, you should tell the old slave whether you are giving it to the brother or sister of the family. The slave is also thinking about taking it, you Don't say this word, just ask the old slave to find some good things, I don't know what to do."

This made sense, Xue Ding thought about it, smacked his lips and said: "For the girl."

Manager Xu Er smiled knowingly, and suddenly had an idea: "Would you like to send me some clothes?" He turned around and went to look for it, but Xue Ding stopped him, "She doesn't like clothes from the south."

"Who?"

"plum……"

Almost caught in the trap, Xue Ding's eyes widened, his nostrils pointed at Manager Xu Er, so frightened that the man hurriedly patted his mouth, thought for a while, and said: "Some time ago, the master of the Xu family gave our master a pair of The two-foot-long landscape painting is said to be the posthumous work of Qi Mengshan and Qi Qi in the Tang Dynasty, or should I give that?"

"What's so good about a painting? I can paint it too. It's not interesting." Xue Ding dismissed Qi Mengshan's reputation, "Besides, Qi Mengshan is nothing. Let's do it." Impatiently urged, "Just pick some rare things, preferably the ones that we rarely see in the Chen Dynasty, and the Liao Kingdom doesn't have them."

This difficult problem has completely caught Manager Xu Er. Xue Ding's request is outrageous. Chen Chao did not have the Liao Kingdom. Son?"

Xue Ding's eyes lit up, as if a candle was lit in a dark room, he nodded and said, "Yes, it's something from the Yi people, do we have it in our house?"

Manager Xu Er recalled: "Master, you also know that the Yi people have nothing to fix except feathers and silks. They are like livestock people, who can like their things."

When Manager Xu Er said this about Li Youshan, Xue Ding felt hot in his heart, and he couldn't say it directly: "Don't worry about it, just say whether you have it or not."

"No."

Manager Xu Er said helplessly.

Xue Ding became irritable, took out a grass root from his sleeve, chewed it, and turned to leave. Manager Xu slapped his head and stopped him, hesitatingly said: "Old slave thinks about it, but there is one thing, that is... "The tone was dawdling, maybe it was really inappropriate, "It's just not appropriate to send a girl."

"What?" Xue Ding suppressed his impatience.

"A snake-scale dagger."

As Manager Xu Er spoke, he kept waving his hands: "Master, I'm still looking for something else..."

"That's it!"

Unexpectedly, Xue Ding was sure and urged him to bring the snake-scale dagger quickly. Manager Xu Er had no choice but to bring it back full of doubts. It was a long brocade box, not too wide. Inside was a heavy dagger, took it out and weighed it, probably weighing more than two catties.

"Fourth young master, are you sure you want to give this?" Manager Xu Er confirmed again.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Xue Ding pulled out the dagger. The handle was wrapped in snakeskin. It was slippery to the touch but would not be easily released from his hand. The body of the dagger was permeated with a cold light. It was engraved with incomprehensible Yi language. There was also a thin gully hiding the Ziguang, even if he doesn't like to use daggers, he can't put it down.

"This is just right."

Xue Ding finally got what he wanted, he left Manager Xu behind, and Ping Lian happened to come over, but he couldn't stop Xue Ding from hurrying. Asked: "What did the fourth young master take away?"

"The snake-scale dagger collected by the young master in the early years."

Manager Xu Er wiped the sweat off his brow, saw a box in the corner, looked strange, logically speaking he remembered everything in the warehouse, wondered, "Where did this box come from? It's not in the account."

"that."

Ping Lian glanced at it: "It is the tonic that the Lin family sent to the young lady. The young lady is too young to use these good things. They were not placed in the Huadu courtyard. They were sent to the big warehouse for storage, saying that they are not needed. .”

After all, he hurried to chase Xue Ding.

"tonic?"

Manager Xu Er stopped locking the door, and there was no one around. He opened the box and took a look, turned over the red cloth, looked at the old ginseng underneath, with a greedy light in his eyes, and reached out to pick it up: " It’s really a good thing.” After smelling it closely, he sighed again, “Since you don’t use it, don’t blame me for borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.”
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When Ping Lian chased him out, Xue Ding had already rode away, gasping for breath, and Liu Sheng who was beside him didn't know what happened, and asked, "Who are you chasing?"

"How long has the Fourth Young Master been away?" Ping Lian raised his head while supporting his knees and asked.

Liu Sheng looked at the sweat on his brow, and calculated, "You must be too late now." He patted Pinglian on the back to let him breathe, "What happened?"

"I really don't know what the Fourth Young Master thinks." Ping Lian didn't bother to explain, and patted Liu Sheng on the shoulder, so that he pushed Liu Sheng down, and walked back, "It's nothing, I'm going back."

As soon as he returned to the gate of Huadu Courtyard, he saw Mang Zhong, raised his hand and said, "Ping Lian!"

Ping Lian was still in low spirits just now, when he saw the prickly awn seed, he felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and ran over in three steps at a time, and said happily, "Wait for me here specially?"

"You are so beautiful." Mang Zhong rolled his eyes at him, "Let me ask you, where is the box that the Lin family sent?"

"It's been sent to the warehouse, my wife doesn't need it."

Ping Lian followed her into the birch forest, poked her head and said, "What's the matter? But what did my wife order? If you want to use it, I'll just move it back."

"Nothing, just ask casually."

Mango Road.

There was a smile hidden in Ping Lian's eyes, and he said casually: "I don't think you can't find me, and you are anxious, so you can deliberately find Huatou to chat with me."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll let the spring equinox tear your mouth apart." Mangzhong stopped and said.

"She has a lot of mouths to tear, and I'm not short of this one." Ping Lian turned his hands away and looked at her. It's already afternoon, and there is still enough sunshine in winter, and Mangzhong's slender body is wrapped in it , like an elf in the birch forest, with a pretty face and joy in his heart, he suddenly said: "Mangzhong, if I beg the young lady..."

Halfway through speaking, Ping Lian stopped again.

Mangzhong blinked his big eyes: "What do you want?"

Ping Lian scolded himself in his heart, every time it was a critical moment, he couldn’t speak out. It was the same in front of Lin Zhao just now, he scratched the person in embarrassment, pretending to be calm and said: "If I ask for two days off , Go back and see my mother, do you think the Young Madam will agree?"

Mang Zhong was puzzled, and said: "Young Madam has always been considerate, how could she refuse?"

"That's fine, that's fine."

Ping Lian could only laugh.

(End of this chapter)