Shipin Dalizheng

The six cars were quite a large group and they set off slowly. The journey was several dozen miles, so they had to arrive as soon as possible.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Chuncao and Aunt Dahu worked together to carry a large ceramic basin and put it into the carriage where Rong Tang was sitting.

Chuncao said, "I almost forgot about this, Master. I don't understand it either. Bring a pot over and taste it. Eat what you can eat, and throw away what you can't. I'm afraid it will be delayed again when you come back."

Rong Tang then remembered that he still had two pots of rice wine to make up for yesterday. He said it only needed to ferment for another day, but he had forgotten about it again.

The carriage was on its way again. When it reached the bridge, the curtain was lifted and Doctor Zhang climbed up by climbing onto the carriage.

Come on up if you want to. This old man is shamelessly holding a public crutch so that he can use it at any time.

"I'm dying of suffocation, boy. I'm going out for some fresh air too."

What could Rong Tang say? As long as the old man didn't keep nagging him to grow his penis, he would basically do whatever he wanted.

There was no conversation along the way. Halfway through the journey, they bumped into a two-horse carriage on the road to Shangjing.

Rong Zhan and Rong Wanli looked at each other and went over to talk. Not everyone can ride in a double-horse carriage, as the people inside must be important people.

After a few words of negotiation, the two returned with strange expressions and reported, "Master, the one in front asked you to go over and have a conversation. He said that if you don't come over obediently, he will hand over the escaped Hu Wang siblings to the Dali Temple."

"I……"

He didn't utter another dirty word. Although Nangong Jing and Zheng Changning were involved in the incident, and Master Zhang San helped to change the nature of the matter, any discerning person could still guess that the situation was complicated. All they lacked was evidence.

He was currently planning to make great achievements in Fuxinzhuang, but he didn't want to cause any trouble or get involved in a lawsuit. It was just a meeting with someone, not a big deal.

He jumped down and walked towards the carriage. Before he got on, he recognized the coachman and the escort. They were Zheng Changzhi's men, Lao Wen and Xuanque. It was obvious who was in the carriage.

"Master Zheng, what are you doing..."

He lifted the car curtain and was shocked. The question he wanted to ask also changed direction. "How unique."

Zheng Changzhi was seen sitting in a wheelchair in the carriage. It was a new wheelchair designed by Rong Tang that could turn at will.

The carbon steel pipes that he and Tang Fuyun had mentioned were not available. This product directly used copper pipes, which were golden, very expensive and very cool.

But Zheng Changzhi's face was expressionless, even smelly.

Rong Tang coughed twice, "Master Zheng, I'm a little busy, sorry..."

"Come up, wherever you want to go, I can take you there."

Rong Tang sighed and got on the bus, but there was no place to sit, so he could only settle for a corner.

The carriages were moving, and now there were seven carriages heading towards Fuxinzhuang.

"Master Zheng, I don't know..."

"Zheng Changzhi said in a leisurely tone, "Do you think I look good in a wheelchair?"

Although everyone loves beauty, Rong Tang still cannot understand Zheng Changzhi's obsession with beauty.

"Master Zheng is very handsome, and this wheelchair is also beautiful. Put them together..."

Can a disabled person in a wheelchair be described as good-looking?

Zheng Changzhi's face darkened. "I mean, would you feel embarrassed?"

"No." Rong Tang answered without any psychological pressure. He really didn't feel ashamed.

What does it have to do with me that you are in a wheelchair?

Zheng Changzhi felt very frustrated. Rong Tang always made him angry.

Ever since Tang Fuyun sent him a new wheelchair, everyone in the mansion said it was good, beautiful, fully functional, and very suitable for the eldest son, and his mood became bad.

Old Wen said the new wheelchair was easy to use, lightweight, and easy to turn. It was truly ingenious. He felt even worse. No matter how good it was, it was still just a wheelchair. No one really understood what he wanted.

His people found out that Rong Tang went out today after "recovering from injury", so he brought this wheelchair to stop him and asked him if he felt what he felt.

He said he didn't feel ashamed.

He slapped the wheelchair armrest suddenly, triggering some mechanism, and an arrow shot out, scaring the people behind him to howl.

Rong Tang was startled and lifted the curtain to look back, only to see arrows stuck in the roof of the carriage driven by Tongqian. Tongqian was so frightened that he almost died.

"Stay away, ten feet away."

Rong Tang finished shouting and glared at Zheng Changzhi. Zheng Changzhi also knew that Wuxin had caused trouble, but he was proud and awkward and would not apologize. He watched as Lao Wen jumped down from the front to appease Tongqian.

After a brief pause, the convoy got back on the road and was silent for a while.

It was Rong Tang who broke the silence first. The face that looked very similar to Zheng Jiu but with an incomplete body always touched the softest part of his heart.

"Okay, I know what you want to say."

Zheng Changzhi pursed his lips, his handsome face stubbornly turned to the side, showing only half of his profile to Rong Tang. "You know what I'm trying to say? I don't even know it myself."

This is so handsome!

Rong Tang shamefully discovered that he was lustful and lustful. He rubbed his face and took the opportunity to swallow his saliva. Amitabha, good, good, emptiness is form, form is emptiness.

"If you have any complaints about the wheelchair, tell me and I will fix it for you."

He racked his brains to think that Zheng Changzhi was a person with severe mysophobia, and perhaps he felt that occasionally turning the wheelchair by himself would dirty his hands. Yes, that's it.

"Look, install training wheels on both sides, a circle smaller than the main wheels, so they don't touch the ground. That way you can turn the wheelchair yourself without getting your hands dirty. I'll also design a hand-cranked tricycle, which will definitely be even bigger..."

Zheng Changzhi's face turned from white to blue, from blue to black, and finally to anger.

"Stop the car, stop the car. Old Wen, come in."

Old Wen parked the car to the side and got into the back. Zheng Changzhi slapped the wheelchair and yelled, "Put me down. You, get out of here."

Old Wen had never seen the young master express his emotions so openly. In the past, no matter how upset he was, he always remained gentle on the surface and was sad behind people's backs. However, he was sitting in the front and heard every word of the conversation between the two clearly. Young Master Rong did not say anything excessive, but instead repeatedly accommodated him.

He apologized to Rong Tang, "I'm sorry." He extended his hand as a gesture of invitation.

Rong Tang was inexplicably kicked off the carriage. As soon as he stood still, his wheelchair was pushed out of the carriage and fell to the ground. While he was still scratching his head, the carriage turned and headed back the way he had come.

"Oh, oh, the wheelchair fell off..."

Before he could shout twice, another bright red object flew out from the carriage and covered his head. He couldn't dodge in time and his head and face were covered, which looked funny and ridiculous.

Rong Tang quickly pulled off the red dress and took a look at it. He immediately felt like dying. This was the red dress he wore when he was dealing with Jin Yaoyang at the Tang family, the one he hid after climbing over the wall.

He remembered hiding it very secretly, so how could someone have found it? Unless...

Rong Tang beat his chest and stamped his feet, not forgetting to explain, "Miss Xuanque, your red skirt has fallen off."

But in fact, everyone who knows Xuanque knows that Xuanque always wears black clothes.

Mr. Zheng was of noble status and had a bad temper. He threw away a wheelchair and a red dress, but the villagers didn't react much.

Rong Zhan and Rong Wanli knew that Rong Tang was a girl, and they looked strange when they saw the red skirt. Does this mean that Master Zheng knew his master's true identity and was hinting at him with a skirt?

Tongqian's thinking was the most divergent. What he was thinking was, could it be that Master Zheng had a preference for a man who was not his own, and had taken a fancy to his young master, and wanted to invite him into the car to propose marriage?

After being rejected, she became so angry that she didn't even want the wheelchair anymore and even used a red skirt to humiliate his young master?

Rong Tang pretended to be angry and jumped a few times. He watched Zheng Changzhi's car drive away and ordered angrily, "Two people come over here and lift the wheelchair into the car. He doesn't want it, so we got a bargain for free. Don't spoil him."

She rolled up her red skirt and tucked it into her arms, secretly reminding herself to find a chance to burn it.