Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

On a warm and sunny spring day, green bamboos sway in Cuiweiju and the crabapple trees begin to bloom.

In the corridor of the ear room, two little slaves were sitting on drum stools, playing with flower strings in the sun.

After playing for a while, perhaps feeling a little bored, they put away the flower rope and started whispering to each other.

A little slave with two sky-high buns on his head sighed and was the first to speak: "It's so boring."

"Alas, the master has taken Brother Guanlan and the others out to burn incense. Now there are only Brother Guancen and the two of us in the yard. Of course, it's boring." Another slave who looked a little older agreed casually.

"When can we go out with my husband? I haven't been out since I moved into Cuiwei Residence." The little slave with a bun on her head raised her head and looked at the blue sky in the distance, her face full of longing.

"It will be soon. When my husband gets married in two months, we will also go to Lord Lin's residence together. It will definitely be a lively journey." Another little slave clicked his tongue and imagined while holding his chin.

"Besides, it's impossible for Brother Guan Cen and the others to follow the young master forever. Once they are hired out and we are promoted, we can naturally follow the young master out as well."

When the young slave with a bun on his head heard this, he suddenly interrupted, "But speaking of this, when I went to deliver something to my husband yesterday, I heard a few old slaves saying some nonsense on the way..."

"What?" Another little slave's attention was immediately drawn.

"That's right..." The slave with a bun on top of his head first looked around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and said, "They said that there have been some rumors in the capital recently, saying that our master's fate is too hard, and he will bring bad luck to his wife."

"nonsense!"

"Keep your voice down!" The slave with a bun on his head was frightened by the sudden loud voice of another slave. He slapped his arm hard and said through gritted teeth, "Are you afraid that others can't hear us talking about the master?"

"Who told you to talk nonsense? Our young master is born so well, has a gentle personality, and is from the Changsun family. It's obvious that he is destined to be rich and powerful. How could he have a strong fate?" Another little slave looked around guiltily, and then spoke unconvinced.

"Oh, it's not me who said that! It's those old slaves who said that." The little slave with a bun on his head sighed and explained anxiously.

"I didn't believe it at first, but those old servants made it sound so convincing, saying that you have a very hard fate and will bring bad luck to your father and wife, so you are weak and sickly since birth."

"And think about it carefully. My husband looks like he has a strong physique, but why has he never had any children since giving birth to my husband? And the third princess was smart since she was young, but after my husband married her, she seemed to have been bewitched and did a lot of absurd things. After they divorced, she became much more normal."

"If all this doesn't count, then look at Lady Lin. How could she, a powerful official with great martial arts skills, be assassinated not long after she got engaged to her husband? She has been in a coma until now?"

The young slave with a ponytail bun spoke with certainty, and became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had really seen with his own eyes Lin Xi being hacked all over and bleeding profusely. He couldn't help but pat his chest in fear and continued to speak.

"Besides, it's not a festival, why did my husband suddenly want to take my husband to burn incense today? I'm afraid he heard those rumors in the capital and wanted to find a master in the temple to resolve them."

The more the other slave listened, the deeper his frown grew. When the slave with a bun on his head finally finished speaking, his brows had been wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character, and he pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking about?" The little slave with a bun poked him with his hand and said in a low voice, "I'm telling you these things because I treat you as my brother. Just listen to it, and don't tell Brother Guan Cen and the others."

"I won't tell them." Another slave shook his head, "But I think you're wrong."

"What's wrong?" The little slave with a bun on his head blinked and asked curiously.

"Putting aside other things, before the young master, the third princess, and Lord Lin got engaged, they all had their horoscopes checked. It's a match made in heaven. If the young master really was... um..., then the horoscope master should have seen it long ago, and these rumors wouldn't have spread until now." Another little slave hit the nail on the head.

"That's true, but once or twice is just a coincidence. So many times can't still be a coincidence." The little slave with a bun on his head was stunned for a moment, then nodded and shook his head.

The other slave lowered his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said disapprovingly, "Anyway, I don't believe this. Our young master is such a good man. He has been in the Third Princess's mansion for so long. Now that he has finally recovered, he will surely have a happy ending and turn danger into safety."

Seeing his firm attitude, the little slave with a bun on her head could only smile awkwardly and excuse herself: "Oh, I am sure I also hope that our husband will be well. I was just chatting with you and saying a few nonsense words."

The other little servant was about to say something else when Guan Cen's angry voice suddenly came from the main room, "Liu'er! Zhou'er! Where have you two been? The master will be in the yard soon, why don't you go and boil some water."

The slightly older slave stood up and responded, then straightened the wrinkles on his clothes and was about to go to the main room, but after thinking about it, he turned his head away and told the slave with the bun, "I will just pretend I didn't hear what you said today, and don't tell anyone else about it, otherwise if Brother Guan Cen and the others find out, you will suffer."

"I know, I know. After today, I will keep these words to myself and never say them again." The little slave with a ponytail nodded quickly, looking like a man who has admitted his mistakes and is ready to correct them.

"That's good, let's go, Brother Guan Cen is calling us."

In the main room of Cuiwei Courtyard, Guan Cen, who was serving Changsun Yan, gently closed the door and then pulled Guan Lan, who looked grim, to the crabapple tree in the yard. He said seriously, "What's going on? Didn't you say you were going to Sanxu Temple to burn incense today and would be back in the evening? How come you're back before noon?"

Guan Lan's eyes were blazing with fire, and he pursed his lips tightly, looking as if he was furious. He leaned over to look at the tightly closed door, and then lowered his voice and said, "My husband and my son had said they were going to have dinner at the temple, but who knew they would meet Mr. Zhang and his son there."

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Here is today’s update. There will be another chapter later. Thank you for the gifts, babies. Today is also a day of loving you.