"You're here, Master Yang?"
Huijun had always been concerned about Jiang Pengji's affairs. How could she not find out more about the talent she valued?
She immediately asked the servant to lead Yang Si into the main hall and treat him as a VIP.
Fu Wang, the wild wolf, felt jealous when he saw it.
He carried a cub in each hand and strode to the main hall with strong steps, looking like the alpha wolf announcing his territory.
Yang Si was speechless.
He was just celebrating the new year. Who did he offend?
Did they take turns to feed him dog food?
Fu Wang, an uncouth man, could openly squat in the house of the imperial beauty. Would the heavens open their eyes?
Yang Si roared in his heart, but he looked very calm on the surface.
He said, "I didn't expect this to be Lady Hui's house. Please forgive me for my sudden visit."
Yang Si knew Huijun. After all, she was an unforgettable beauty, but they didn't have much contact.
Ever since they left Huangshui, Huijun had concealed her identity as the empress of Zhongzhao and changed her appearance to become a servant girl of Jiang Pengji's hometown. Later, she was released to open her own house. Yang Si vaguely heard that this young lady had been in contact with Zhang Ping and Shao Guang of the Mo Family in the carpentry workshop. It seemed that they wanted to combine the pedal-powered spinning wheel with the water-powered spinning wheel. It seemed that there was already good news about this.
Even though he didn't know the details, Yang Si felt that the woman in front of him was not simple.
Huijun smiled faintly and said, "What are you talking about, Master Yang? It's my honor to have you visit my house."
Fu Wang, who was carrying the two cubs, coughed heavily.
Huijun rolled her eyes at him. It was clearly an unpleasant action, but she looked extremely flirtatious when she did it.
"There are still maids sweeping the snow on the roof outside. I'll go and keep an eye on them. Take your time."
Yang Si looked at Huijun's back as she left, then at Fu Wang, who was carrying the cubs and frowning. He secretly felt a toothache.
If he really couldn't see the clues, he would have wasted so many years in the brothel.
"These two children … Could they be Lady Hui and General Fu's?"
Fu Wang nodded and admitted it without hesitation.
The more he looked at the twins in his arms, the more he liked them.
Especially his daughter, that charming appearance was carved from the same mold as her mother. Not only did he like her, but his neighbor, Old Man Xie Qian, also liked her. Come to think of it, it was strange that Old Man Xie Qian's granddaughter, Li Nuan, looked a little like his own daughter. If not for their different sizes, they would look more like twins. Fu Wang asked around and found out that Huijun looked very similar to Li Nuan's grandmother when she was young.
It was really fate!
Because of their children, the families of the two generals began to interact more, sending each other gifts during the New Year.
Yang Si rolled his eyes and said hesitantly, "But according to what I know, that Hui Niangzi seems to have become independent?"
After establishing a family, she became the head of the family, and the child also took her surname.
Fu Wang felt a little awkward.
Fu Wang said, "My surname isn't important. I don't believe in talismans anyway."
He was originally a baby boy abandoned by a farmer at the border. He was raised by a she-wolf since he was young, and then he met his lifelong benefactor and adoptive father, Fu Yang.
Fu Yang gave him a name and changed his surname. Only then did Fu Wang have his own name.
How would he know who his original ancestor was or what his surname was?
To him, it really didn't matter what the child's surname was, as long as it was his child.
Even if he had to take Huijun's household registration, he wouldn't have much of an opinion, because he didn't have the concept of household registration or ancestral inheritance.
Yang Si, "…"
This made so much sense that he was actually speechless.
"General Fu loves Hui Niangzi so much, it's really enviable —"
Fu Wang said casually, "What's there to be envious about, Mr. Yang? As long as Mr. Yang is willing to nod, how many daughters of good families would be willing to follow you?"
Yang Si wasn't an old man who was left behind. He was clearly a member of the Dink Clan who had no intention of starting a family.
When Fu Wang said that, Yang Si's expression revealed a trace of unnaturalness.
"Mr. Yang … Could it be that there's something difficult to say?" Fu Wang asked carefully, as if afraid of touching on Yang Si's "sore spot." Men who were unwilling to get married or take a wife most likely had "Yang Deficiency Syndrome." "Should we find some doctors to take a look? It's not good to hide one's illness for fear of treatment. "
Without waiting for Yang Si to reply, Fu Wang said, "I know a few strong folk prescriptions. Would Mr. Yang like to try them?"
Yang Si, "…"
Looking at Fu Zhengtu's dignified appearance, tall and strong, he actually needed some "strong folk prescriptions"?
He didn't say anything, but Fu Wang could understand.
For men, some topics didn't need to be said with their mouths. They could communicate with their eyes and expressions without any obstacles.
Fu Wang said, "Of course it's not me. I'm fine. Previously, there were a few deputy generals who didn't get along well with each other in bed, so I took the opportunity to listen in."
Yang Si's expression became even weirder, almost turning purple.
Sorry, he was in good health, so he didn't need "strong folk prescriptions" to liven things up —
Yang Si didn't want to get married and have children, not only because his mother was a prostitute, but also because of the influence of his experiences in his youth.
From the bottom of his heart, he didn't kill Zhaoniang and Di Niangzi, but he was forced to hide in the cellar and listen to them being humiliated to death. He couldn't get over this in his heart. He vaguely remembered that he quite liked Di Niangzi at that time. Even his first dream was because he dreamed of her.
She was intelligent, clever, virtuous, and gentle. Yang Si even thought of waiting for her to reach the age of 15 before he proposed to her.
However, when he was young, he was only moved for a moment.
Now that he was in his thirties, he had thought through many things. Whether it was his mother's identity or his experiences in his youth, they had all become a part of the past.
It was just that —
He no longer had the impulses of his youth. It was good to be single.
When he was old, he would go to the Nursery Hall to pick a child he liked and make him his heir. It would be enough to have a filial son after his death.
Fu Wang saw that Yang Si's expression didn't look good, so he said embarrassedly, "It seems that I misunderstood —"
Yang Si said, "Your prescription —"
When Fu Wang heard this, his ears perked up. The two children in his arms, including him, looked at Yang Si at the same time.
"Si doesn't need it, but Feng Zishi, that bastard, might need it."
The medicine of tigers and wolves wouldn't be able to kill that b * tch!
Yang Si was full of depression after being fed two rounds of dog food when he went out.
"To the government office!"
He was addicted to work and eating dog food.
The carriage turned into two alleys. Yang Si was lost in thought when the curtain of the carriage seemed to be hit by something. Cold snow was thrown into the carriage.
Yang Si was splashed by the snow and instantly became furious. He hurriedly asked the coachman to stop and lifted the curtain to argue with that person.
Which naughty child had a snowball fight on his carriage?
After looking, he realized that there was no one in the alley. He looked at the position of the curtain and then followed the direction where the snow was thrown.
Jiang Nongqin was dressed neatly and held a broom in her hand. She stood firmly on the edge of the wall.
She was the one who swept the snow just now.
She said weakly, "I'm sorry, I thought there was no one —"
Yang Si looked up at Jiang Nongqin who was against the light. His Adam's apple rolled a few times.
He teased her for some reason, "If you're really sincere, can Field Officer Jiang help me sweep the snow on the roof?"
In the face of this difficulty, Jiang Nongqin's expression did not change. "Of course."
A man should know when to yield and when to stand tall. It was just sweeping the snow, a small matter.
It was her carelessness that disturbed Yang Si's carriage. It was not too much to compensate for sweeping the snow.
Yang Si was speechless.
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