Chapter 2
The Jiang family is a prominent family in Xuzhou, and all the local powerful people come and go. Wei Hanzhang grew up in the Jiang family since he was a child. She knows the members of the other wealthy families in Xuzhou, so she can recognize them in close proximity.
My mind was rapidly trying to determine whose family this person belonged to, but I didn't forget to reply.
She made a blessing ceremony and said with a smile: "My sisters and I came to the other courtyard for a small gathering. I remembered that when I was a child, I buried a jar of wine in the Cao Garden. I thought that this courtyard had no owner..."
At this point, Wei Hanzhang paused and apologized in a low voice: "It was my mistake to come here rashly."
The white-faced and beardless servant asked: "Where is the wine?"
Wei Hanzhang answered truthfully: "Under the cherry tree in Wei Tingxuan's courtyard."
The servant refused and said, "Next door is the Jiang family's courtyard. Which young lady of the Jiang family are you?"
Wei Hanzhang remembered the words of the two maids to dissuade her. She hesitated slightly and said, "Let's do it at home."
This is true. She is indeed very good in the Wei family. As for the Jiang family...
The youngest daughter of this generation of the Jiang family is Xiaowu, named Jiang Zhiyu, who is only seven years old this year.
Few non-in-law families would specifically ask about other people's daughters, so they wouldn't be afraid of revealing their flaws.
She originally thought that after asking about her family background, this group of people would be somewhat polite to her, but unexpectedly, the servant suddenly stepped forward, reached out his hand and took off her curtain hat.
Wei Hanzhang was unprepared to be so abruptly attacked. He waited until the curtain hat was taken off before he reacted and turned his head to avoid it.
She only dressed up at home today, without combing her hair in a complicated bun. She simply put a hosta on her head and had no other decorations. But even the only hosta was taken off by the servant's rude action of removing the curtain and hat.
With a crisp sound of jade breaking, her favorite hairpin hit the bluestone brick and broke into three sections.
The girl is not old, her black hair is loose and hanging down, her head is slightly tilted to the side because of avoidance, the warm spring sun falls on half of her face through the shadow of the trees, her bright eyes are filled with aura, It looks sparkling and shockingly beautiful.
For a moment, everyone in the venue held their breath.
At this moment, shock and anger flashed quickly in these beautiful eyes. Wei Hanzhang raised his hand to reveal a white jade-like wrist, and with a 'snap' sound, he gave the stunned man in front of him a loud slap.
"You are presumptuous!"
The folk customs of this dynasty were open, women's status was not low, and there were many aristocratic ladies who showed up and paraded through the streets.
But Wei Hanzhang is different. Since she was ten years old, her appearance has become more and more beautiful day by day. The two elders of the Jiang family have warned her that whenever her precious granddaughter goes out, she must wear a curtain hat. Even her estranged cousins at home are very strict. It's hard to see her true face.
Although Wei Hanzhang doesn't like to be secretive, it doesn't mean that she is willing to be so offended.
Slapping down with her palm, Wei Hanzhang's fingertips trembled. She raised her eyes to look at the man standing in the pavilion and said coldly: "I don't know which master you are from. The servants below are so unreasonable. It's really a good education."
The servant holding the palm print changed his expression and opened his mouth to reprimand. The man on the pavilion raised his arm slightly and said, "Someone will go get this girl some wine."
His voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze. It was completely different from the arrogance of the slaves below. Wei Hanzhang was slightly startled.
A big man with a knife next to him respectfully accepted the promise, followed the order and left.
"This slave is in bad shape, and it was my fault in disciplining him. Since the girl slapped him as a punishment, are you willing to let this go?"
The man walked down from the pavilion, and his eyes fell on her face coldly. As he got closer, she could clearly feel the aura of alienation around him, which made him look noble and upright. He really didn't look like he could be raised. A cunning man who lifts a girl's hat without permission, Wei Hanzhang was puzzled in his heart, but he was not afraid of him on his face. He raised his eyes and looked at him, "What if I say I don't want to?"
Their eyes met, and everyone around them was too nervous to breathe. Finally, the man lowered his eyelashes slightly, avoided her gaze, and whispered: "What do you want?"
Wei Hanzhang remained silent. She had never punished her servants severely, so how could she come up with a solution in such a short time?
The spring breeze blew by, stirring the branches and leaves of the crabapple tree nearby. Wei Hanzhang stretched out his hand to pluck a cluster of flowers, put it to his lips and smelled it. The light fragrance of the flowers blew away the anger and shock, and suddenly he felt that there was nothing to be angry about. , she should be an adult and not remember the faults of a villain. "Forget it," Wei Hanzhang smiled sweetly. She was not a carefree person to begin with. She simply waved her hands and said, "Your servant is unreasonable, but I am also wrong for breaking into your home without permission. Let's deal with it like this."
The girl's delicate voice was like jade beads falling on a plate, clear and sweet, and the master and servants were once again stunned when they heard it.
The man looked sideways at her, his eyes vaguely wavering, and Wei Hanzhang let him look at her with a stiff face.
I have said "Deng Tuzi" ten thousand times in my heart! When I get back, I have to find out whose son this is. He looks so good-looking and has so much ostentation. He can't take his eyes away when he sees the beauty. He must have already married at this age, and he doesn't even know what restraint is.
Wei Hanzhang gently gathered her loose hair down at her side. Her disheveled hair was really unattractive. She turned around to leave, but was stopped by someone behind her.
"You don't want any more wine?"
"Your mansion is so majestic, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."
For the sake of a jar of wine, her favorite hosta was put in it, even if she didn't drink the wine.
The man also saw the broken jade on the ground, his eyes darkened slightly.
The servant standing behind him lowered his waist even lower.
Wei Hanzhang threw away the crabapple in his hand and left without any nostalgia.
"...Wait a minute." The man's voice behind him was warm and gentle: "Girl, you'd better go through the front door."
Wei Hanzhang: "..."
After all, she still didn't leave the main entrance. She went back through the main entrance with disheveled hair. Mother Liu couldn't help but die in a hurry.
He hunched his back and got back out of the hole in the wall again. His hands were empty and he had lost a hairpin. He asked the two maids in shock.
Wei Hanzhang made a few casual remarks and returned to his room. When Luzhu tied up her hair again, he asked in surprise: "Where is the girl's jade pendant?"
Jade?
Wei Hanzhang looked at her waist. There was nothing there, and the jade pendant she wore before was missing. She frowned slightly: "I'm really unlucky today."
"This is your birthday gift from the capital last year. I have to go back and look for it. Maybe I dropped it on the road."
Wei Hanzhang was about to speak when suddenly there were a few footsteps outside.
Jiang Zhiqin opened the curtain and walked in, saying softly: "Ran Ran, the concierge sent a message. There seems to be something urgent at home, and he asked us to go back quickly."
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After Wei Hanzhang left, the slave who was slapped by her knelt down and apologized: "I made my own decision, please be punished by Your Highness."
The man who was called His Highness didn't speak. He looked at the corner of the grass on the edge of the wall not far away and walked over.
Without waiting for the slave behind him to move, he personally bent down to pick up the warm jade, gently wiped the soil on it with a handkerchief, and looked at the carved patterns on it: "Ran..."
The guard who was ordered to fetch the wine from afar came. He bowed and saluted: "Your Highness, according to the location mentioned by the girl, there is indeed a jar of aged wine buried."
Next to the guard was a jar of freshly unearthed wine with wet mud.
The man turned around, glanced at it, and said calmly: "Send it to the Jiang family next door."
The spring breeze was gentle, and the pink petals fell with the wind. He stood quietly for a long time with his eyes lowered, and then turned and left.
(End of this chapter)