MTL - She Doesn’t Want the Face-Blind Husband-v2 Chapter 71

In the misty morning light, Tao Xinhe didn't apply makeup and powder, and her clothes were simple. It was obvious that she had just got up and cleaned herself up in a hurry. Her face was still red and sleepy, and she looked homely and amiable.

From the moment Cheng Shicheng came in, he turned his eyes to take a look at her, and it was hard to move his eyes away, seeing that Chuxing Jiaojiao was fascinated. He was talking about the military machinery with Tao Cheng, but he stopped unconsciously, until Tao Cheng urged: "Uncle, what next? The arm of the trebuchet is weak, how do you usually fix it?"

As a woman with normal body and mind, Tao Xinhe naturally felt the sight of flames. She just tried her best to ignore the discomfort, walked up behind her father with her shoulders straightened as much as she could, stood still with her head bowed and hands tied, and listened to the conversation between the two, ready to pick up the quarrel at any time, so as to avoid urging Tao Cheng to go back to Jichangbo's mansion last time, but for Cheng Shicheng The situation of saying good things for a long time.

She lowered her eyes and looked at her feet. It was a bluestone pavement that was completely different from the tiles paved in various mansions in the capital. She thought absently that this was the stone used to pave the pavements outside the houses in Xingu Mansion and Tao Mansion. It's different, it's really unique and interesting when it's placed in the bright, spacious and square main room. It just looks like there is always an illusion, thinking that you are outside.

Looking farther away quietly, the father's dark purple robe and black cloth shoes are in front of him, and farther away, he can see other men's black trousers with leggings and brown leather boots with white soles, the soles and uppers of which are quite stained The green grass juice and black gray mud ideas seem to come from a long journey.

Early in the morning, there was nowhere to rely on, but where did Cheng Shicheng come from? So why come?

The two men chatted speculatively again, and Tao Xinhe didn't speak again except for greeting "Uncle Ankang" when he entered the room.

She was working on the background board silently, thinking about something on her mind, until Qingfang slipped in and whispered in her ear, "Do you want to keep the guests for breakfast? The kitchen would like to ask for your instructions."

Tao Xinhe just cleared his cough, raised his head gracefully, looked directly at Cheng Shicheng, and asked: "Uncle Duo Meng is visiting. I don't know the purpose of the distinguished guest, do you want to stay in the humble place and use some cold time?"

Cheng Shicheng finally waited until she took the initiative to speak, just as he thought, a big smile suddenly appeared on his face.

In fact, anyone can infer that Tao Xinhe has a three-point acquaintance, and with Tao Xinhe's considerate personality, who cares about everything, there must be such a question.

Cheng Shicheng, who just sat with his arms crossed like a gentleman and did not talk to the female relatives, met her gaze at this time, conveyed his heart with his eyebrows, and chattered: "Tao Layman, please ask me. I and Gouzi live next door On Zhuangzi, I vaguely heard some movement from your side last night. Knowing that people from the capital are here, I took the liberty to come to visit this morning. When I met Tao Yuanwailang, I realized that I was an acquaintance. The layman laughed."

Next to Zhuangzi? Chuang Tzu separated by dense weeds?

Tao Xinhe frowned, and spoke lightly with sarcasm: "It turns out that the Uncle's family lived there. I thought it was the private property of the Lord of the Ministry of War. Although the two villages are not far from each other, they are separated by a barrier of wilderness. We didn't think about going there. Saying hello, it’s hard for the uncle. It’s hard work, isn’t it? You brought your young master with you, as if he was eight or nine years old? Uncle is really a strict father, a child, isn’t he afraid of being cut and falling in the weeds?”

Tao Cheng was taken by his daughter's words to think for a moment, but instead said: "Blame me, I just chatted with you as soon as I saw my uncle, and didn't ask you about the hard work of your journey. It turns out that there is a reason for the young master to sit on the shoulders of a strong man in your mansion." The reason should be to avoid the weeds. I saw that the child was very lively when he came down to the ground, and he didn’t seem to be in any health condition. Just now I was wondering, thinking that your family spoiled the child and treated the servants like donkeys and horses. I guessed it secretly. Uncle forgive me."

Cheng Shicheng shook his head, and changed his address at some point: "Uncle Tao is simple in heart, so I don't need to tell myself, so how can I forgive you. It's a dog who is rude. Seeing that your place is next to the river, children run away without a trace. I don't look like a guest, I should ask Uncle Tao... and... A Tao to forgive me."

Only then did Tao Xinhe understand why Cheng Shicheng did not see the child when he heard that the father and son were visiting.

Under the eaves outside the house were the five strong men guarding the clothes of the servants of the uncle's mansion. She had just passed by them, and she seemed to have seen a man recommended by Cheng Jia who stood by her side last month. It must have been Cheng Shicheng's plan at the time.

Uncle Tao? Cheng Shicheng is younger than his father... Tao Xinhe quickly calculated in his heart that he is about eleven or twelve years younger.

He was a civil and military officer of the same dynasty, but he descended from his seniority. Knowing that he coveted her, Tao Xinhe understood what his words and gestures meant.

She glanced at the back of her father's head several times, but she was so annoyed that Tao Cheng didn't notice it, and responded cheerfully: "A Tao, it seems to be commonly used in Saibei. Uncle still has a military habit, but I just heard it at first, let me take it for a while. I can't tell if it's me or my daughter...Hahaha...It's natural for children to love to play and make trouble, since they're here, let's have dinner with us, He Niang must have arranged it properly."

Tao Xinhe couldn't help repenting, and said in a hurried tone, "I didn't know the reason just now. Since Uncle lives nearby, he must have prepared meals in the Guizhuang, and he will wait for the master to return. We are worth staying."

Cheng Shicheng nodded and smiled at the father and daughter respectively, and said by address first: "Uncle Tao is joking. How dare the younger generation dare to call you A Tao by the same generation. As for Qianqin, I really don't like the title of layman. She doesn't want me to be called He Niang, so it's a compromise, Uncle Tao, don't make fun of it, I'm afraid A Tao will be angry."

Turning his face away, Cheng Shicheng's eyes were full of emotion, and he pointed at Tao Xinhe and continued, "A Tao, I have a predestined relationship with your residence, you see, it's not difficult to meet in the capital, and you can live comfortably in this suburb of Beijing." Neighbor, isn’t it God’s will? It’s been half a month since we’ve been apart, you’re still so reserved, uncle is long and uncle is short, in my opinion, you can just call me by my name, what does Atao say?”

This man will take every step of the way!

Tao Xinhe complained that there is a difference between men and women, and the adult men she called by name in the past half of her life were Gu Ningxi and Tao Muxian. And it's okay to be called Mu Xian, whispering "Ningxi" to another person, and not in front of outsiders, it's mostly just when she is alone in the boudoir.

His face turned cold, Tao Xinhe walked out while moving, and responded: "Forgive me for not being presumptuous. Uncle's name is taboo and my father has the same pronunciation, how can I call it directly, isn't it unfilial? I have other trivial matters to deal with, so don't delay Uncle, I'm leaving now, you can do it yourself. Father, don't drag the guests to chat endlessly, I will call you for dinner after a while."

Tao Cheng responded with a "hmm" and watched his daughter go out in a hurry and quickly. He really thought that the servant was looking for her for something, so he didn't take it seriously, and wanted to talk to Cheng Shicheng about the machinery he was interested in.

However, Cheng Shicheng heard Tao Xinhe's intention to drive away the guests, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, hesitating whether to pretend he didn't understand, and insisted on leaving some breakfast, can he have dinner at the same table with the beautiful woman?

Also, he seems to have suddenly discovered that his word "Cheng" has the same pronunciation as Tao Cheng's word "Cheng". When he mentioned the title, he had already expected Tao Xinhe to argue, it was nothing more than the etiquette between men and women, Cheng Shicheng had already thought about what to do with her, just in time to talk with the beautiful woman for a while.

But even he couldn't refute the excuse of avoiding his father's taboo. Cheng Shicheng thought to himself, could it be that Tao Xinhe was married into the family in the future, and when the husband and wife were together, wouldn't it be possible for her to say "Scholar City"? She must have called her ex-husband "Ningxi".

Unexplained jealousy crept into his throat, Cheng Shicheng changed his sitting position, and pretended to ask casually: "Uncle Tao, I seem to have heard that you are dissatisfied with Gu Sicheng, the former son-in-law, can you tell me?"

Tao Cheng, however, was rarely astute, and stopped back with one sentence: "Uncle, we both know what's on your mind. As a father, it doesn't matter what I think of others. The important thing is what He Niang thinks, what Uncle thinks ?”

**

There is no curfew in the capital city at night, and the city is unimpeded. However, the gates of the various cities are closed at night and opened at dawn.

On February 20th, the weather was neither too hot nor too cold, and the spring was fine. As soon as the city gate was opened, people from inside and outside the city came in and out in a row, and the soldiers performed their duties to check their identities.

A tall and strong man was riding on a horse, followed by three arrogant servants. He received his master's message from the soldiers, and the crowd roared past. The horses raised so much smoke and dust that they almost caught the soldiers' eyes.

"Hey, Gu Ningran, I remember. A little seventh-rank official, he puts on a lot of power. I know, it's said that the little official is exhausted. He guards the gate of the city early in the morning and wants to go out to have fun in the suburbs. I don’t know, I thought he was going to bring a bunch of zongzi to rush to reincarnation.” The soldier spit on the ground angrily, and turned his back to the man and cursed.

A moment later, a tall man who seemed to have a slight resemblance to the man just now came on a horse, and behind him were two thin servants.

The soldiers took a moment to take a look. It was obvious that the similar big eyes, high nose bridge, and square chin were on this person, and they were a hundred times more pleasing to the eye than that Gu Ningran.

The person who came was the anxious Gu Ningxi, who was familiar with books and paintings.

He heard Cheng Jia, who visited last night, casually mentioned that in the old Gu's mansion, he met Gu Ningran pestering his grandmother for a big man, a strong man, a strong man who wanted to obey his master, saying that he had important things to do on the holiday.

For some reason, Gu Ningxi's eyebrows twitched fiercely, thinking that Gu Ningran's posture seemed like she was going to bring a thug to do something bad.

After sending Cheng Jia away, he wanted to go to the old Gu mansion to look for Gu Ningran at night, but he saw Liu Guang rushing towards him, saying that he had something to report.

He remembered the name of the maid, Liu Guang, who made Kuding tea for him. The housekeeper just mentioned the servant girl's care and observation of Qiniang, Gu Ningxi thanked the little girl who was still fuzzy, thinking she was talking about Mo Qiqi's affairs.

Knowing that she ran all the way from Xin Gu's mansion with both feet, Gu Ningxi was very surprised, and asked out loud: "What's wrong with Qiniang?"

Liu Guang shook his head, looked left and right, only the master, Li Shu, Li Hua and himself were there, so he quickly explained the reason.

It was her aunt and servant in the old Gu's mansion who came to the new Gu's mansion to look for her. She said that some of the servants vaguely heard the conversation between Master Xi and his servant, as if they wanted to harm the former Mrs. Xi. Her aunt pondered for several days, and finally delivered a message to Liu Guang.

Just when she knew that Gu Ningran was going to take her to nowhere tomorrow, when Gu Ningxi heard Liu Guang's words, she immediately thought of her.

When reconciling and leaving, is the hidden worry he worried about "the enemy will hurt the wife" come true? Gu Ningxi didn't have time to think it through, she even felt her mind went blank, her heart was beating like it was about to explode, she even forgot to dispatch troops, so she raised her legs in a daze, and wanted to go out of the private room to find Gu Ningran.

It's still quick to respond to painting, let Liu Guang rest, guarding the precious documents of the master here, while reading the book, the two of them followed Gu Ningxi to go out.

**

After galloping for a while, Gu Ningran felt very uncomfortable on the inside of her thighs. He didn't usually ride a lot of horses, so he naturally grew a leg of thigh, which was severely worn.

At this time, he was walking on the official road paved with loess, and there was a tea stand in front of him, and it was said that he was half a quarter of an hour away from Zhuangzi, where Dow lived. He thought about the important things to do later, and felt that his thighs were bleeding It must have been too much influence, so he just pretended to say that the men who feel sorry for him are useless to run around with him earlier, and Wen Sheng asked everyone to get off their horses and drink some tea at the dilapidated booth that he despised very much.

His chest was full of pride and ambition, and he wanted to express his excitement, but found that the three people around him were not the usual bragging and flattering boys, so he swallowed his words, took a sip of hot tea, and screamed from the heat. As far as he is concerned, it seems that every sound is saying, Dow, here I come! I will subdue you!