With that sound falling, the air around seed to drop a few degrees.
Sitting on the stone bench, Zhao Yu was diligently writing from mory.
The paper and pen Zhao Yu usually used were chosen for their affordability, but that didn’t an he had never seen quality goods.
For example, the ones Hu Yaozu used were of excellent quality.
Not to ntion anything else, just a single brush cost three taels.
In the countryside, how many people could readily produce three taels? It was not a small sum at all. It showed how much the Hu Family invested in this son.
At this mont...
Zhao Yu couldn’t tell what material the brush in his hand was made of.
But once in his hand, he felt it had to be quite expensive.
When Yu Tingwan had taken it out earlier, he sheepishly asked.
—"Cousin-in-law, does this brush cost three taels?"
Zhao Yu thought to himself, being a rough person, he needed to be careful not to damage it.
Cousin-in-law did not know.
But Cousin responded to him.
—"Ten tis that."
Cousin also said.
—"The conditions in the county are like this, it’s hard to find anything better."
—"But it’s barely usable for you. If you like it, take it."
Zhao Yu was sowhat floating with happiness.
Cousin... was excessively generous.
As Zhao Yu wrote, inexplicably, a chill ran down his spine.
He stopped writing and turned his head to look at the young couple not far away.
Cousin-in-law tilted her head, talking to Cousin.
No one knew what they were saying.
It made Cousin gently curve his lips.
Zhao Yu reassuredly withdrew his gaze.
He couldn’t help but sigh; they really had a good relationship.
Indeed, Wei Zhao smiled.
So gentle that it was sowhat eerie.
His gaze was fixed on the nearby Yu Tingwan without blinking.
Yu Tingwan was not afraid in the slightest, unaware of how much these words might impact the future.
She just inexplicably felt a chill being stared at by him.
The young lady: "What’s the matter?"
Pink fingertips poked at Wei Zhao’s chest.
"Are you not convinced?"
Very well, adding fuel to the fire.
Wei Zhao grasped her mischievous hand, lowered his eyelids, and placed a piece of pastry into her palm.
"Don’t speak rudely."
Rude?
Yu Tingwan fell silent.
Began to self-reflect!
It was her! Speaking without restraint, hurting Wei Zhao’s pride.
How damnable she was!
Look, Wei Zhao didn’t even bla her.
Was this him giving her a pastry?
This was clearly a man nearly pleading for her to stop speaking.
Yu Tingwan: "Well..."
She: "I didn’t dislike you."
"Nor did I an to embarrass you."
Her tone was exceptionally sincere.
"Even though you have imperfections, but..."
She was about to continue when the hair at her temples was picked up by the man.
The young lady’s lips, rosy and glossy, could easily make his chest tight and breath short with just a word.
Wei Zhao’s hand was cold, inadvertently brushing against the young lady’s beautiful face, making her shiver.
He didn’t do anything more.
Nor did he have any intention of making a fuss.
Instead, with gentle movent, he helped tuck her hair behind her ear.
He softly said: "I concede."
"Just feel that..."
Wei Zhao: "So might regret it in the future."
Previously Wei Zhao had never used his hand.
For relief.
He also had never had any hint of dalliance with won.
In earlier years, he was too busy to spare any ti, burdened heavily.
There was a hint at ho to marry a wife.
But Wei Zhao found won troubleso.
He couldn’t be like Duke Shun, who would, because of Duchess Shun’s re desire to eat Chaoji Plum Cake, run across half of Shangjing after the morning court to buy it.
To him at that ti, marrying was rely for passing down the family line.
His heart was with the Wei Family Army, and he was often too lazy to return to Duke Shun Mansion for half of the month.
Marrying a girl would probably result in her having to guard an empty room.
Wei Zhao wasn’t ready to be a father either.
Children were even more troubleso.
He frequently had to clean up sses for Xiao Huaian and his cousin, the Heir of Marquis Ning, enough to give him a headache already.
If more appeared in the future, and they were his own, Wei Zhao thought he would at least not be able to stay calm.
Now that there was a girl he cared about.
Wei Zhao finally realized he was also greedy for female companionship.
He was a normal man.
He was a military general.
His strength was more than others.
That sort of thing would only be more taxing.
Ultimately in bed, the only one who would suffer would be Yu Tingwan.
As for children...
Wei Zhao, not ready to be a father, thought he was quite capable.
Reading makes one reasonable, and if he personally enlightened, could the root really be crooked?
Engaged in conversation, Zhao Yu had been writing a small stack of paper without distraction.
He had never practiced the copybooks of famous masters, learning by pondering over the handwriting in books.
So characters had strokes that were not in the correct order.
But when written, they were exceptionally delicate.
Perhaps having adapted to the brush, his speed had increased.
Mr. Zhao arrived at this mont.
His first glance locked onto Nannan.
The second glance locked onto Wei Zhao.
He walked over: "Haven’t seen you go out in days, I thought your health had worsened again."
Indeed it was not well.
Those days just after acupuncture, couldn’t be exposed to the wind.
Mr. Zhao prided himself on being quite familiar with Wei Shen, so he sat down beside him: "At that ti when the execution was happening, your parents and stepmother all went, how co you didn’t go to take a look?"
How satisfying it must have been!
If not for the fear of frightening Nannan, Lady Zhao would have joined in the commotion to throw rotten eggs.
Yu Tingwan: ...
He go?
If Wei Zhao showed his face.
The entire execution ground would be in chaos.
Possibly... shocking the court and the public.
Could the executioner not recognize Wei Zhao on the day of execution?
Yu Tingwan: "My husband fears seeing officials from Shangjing."
The words were sowhat ambiguous.
But not lies either.
Mr. Zhao was sowhat surprised.
"He fears those officials huh?"
The Wei Family Army at the post station, each one quite formidable!
Mr. Zhao, after pondering about the anomaly in front of him, expressed his understanding.
"Indeed, those officials, the lowest rank among them is Fifth Rank, well established in the capital’s officialdom."
"Each with an unyielding deanor, all of them quite intimidating."
Mr. Zhao couldn’t help but sigh long.
"Not to ntion others, just that Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice. In front of him, I don’t even dare to lift my head."
Legs a bit weak even now.
He figured it out.
"Last ti when He Yushi ca to your door, I heard the lord left with a dark face."
"Did you offend him?"
"Hence fearing running into him again?"
Mr. Zhao: "I understand."
"You fear impending doom."
Wei Zhao wasn’t very keen to entertain him.
But ultimately, he leaned back slightly, glanced at Mr. Zhao: "You and I are different."
Mr. Zhao: ??
He humbly asked: "How are we different?"
Wei Zhao: "I fear those people’s legs going weak."
His lips curled into a cold smile: "People who should be dead suddenly appearing, who knows if they are dug up from the pile of withered bones, or climbed up from Yama Hall restless to claim lives."
"Running into a ghost in broad daylight."
Wei Zhao sneered: "Would you say that’s scary?"
Mr. Zhao, in his confusion, nodded his head.
Mr. Zhao: "I understand!"
Yu Tingwan: ???
What do you understand?
Did he expose Wei Zhao?
Mr. Zhao stated: "They say too much wisdom can be burdenso, such as soone as learned as you, sotis it’s quite normal for speech and actions to be a bit odd."
Yu Tingwan: ...
Seeing Wei Zhao about to speak, the young lady, fearing he might say sothing inappropriate again, hurriedly cut in.
"Indeed."
"At tis my husband can be a bit..."
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