Ink Burns

Chapter 54

Shanyue heard it very clearly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he caught a glimpse of Cheng Xinghe's face, which was as red as a pig's liver. He must have been hurt by the word "bastard".

Shan Yue lowered his eyes.

Your good days are still ahead of you, you bastard.

The doorman let in a pair of maids with their hair in buns and wearing pink clothes, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old. He bowed and led them through the second door. The four doors of the outer hall and the study were locked. Cheng Xinghe nervously scraped the mud off his heels again and again.

Shan Yue whispered, "Don't worry, you will definitely get what you want."

After a pause, Shan Yue warned, "Don't mention the whereabouts of the wife in front of Master Liu. It's not something that should be made public. Why bother to say it clearly? It will only embarrass Master Liu."

After Shanyue finished speaking, she followed another maid to the backyard to learn skills, leaving Cheng Xinghe alone to wait for Lord Liu to summon him.

In the backyard, grandma was ready. Looking at the teacups, red clay stove and more than a dozen kinds of tea on the table, I knew that today's lesson was to make tea. People nowadays love tea, just like they love poetry, calligraphy and painting. After having enough food and clothing, they seek peace of mind and pursue elegance.

When Shanyue saw that it was tea ordering, she breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously: Fortunately it was tea ordering, if it was walking and behaving like this, it would definitely show how restless she was today - dancing to the drums in the morning, her worldly heart was really not at peace.

Making tea is much simpler. You just need to sit upright and follow grandma's hands to stir the tea with a tea whisk. The tea residue will float up and you can use the whisking technique to adjust the thickness to form a porridge texture.

Whether your mind is calm or not doesn’t have much impact.

Grandma said, "Tea art and water painting are more advanced. You can draw or write on the tea." Grandma handed Shanyue her foamy teacup, on which she had sketched a few simple strokes of mountains and flying birds. "This is called water painting."

After taking a quick look, Shanyue whisked the tea paste, used a silver needle to draw the tea foam, and soon showed the tea surface to grandma.

Grandma's usually serious face suddenly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up slightly: "Why are you drawing me on the tea?"

The green tea surface and the boiling water are just a few strokes, and the serious and calm side of grandma is clearly depicted.

Shan Yue pursed her lips and smiled lightly, not saying much.

Grandma looked at Shanyue and felt it was a pity: such a beautiful person might be sent to the bed of the black-faced devil. The rich families in the capital did not dare to send their daughters to him as his principal wife, for fear that their children could not withstand the fate and bloody and brutal methods of this unlucky star. His biological father and stepmother had countless tricks in their hearts. They didn't want rich families, officials, or daughters of wealthy merchants. They didn't want this or that, so the marriage fell to "Qingfeng".

This marriage, in essence, is a game of chance, and is even more dangerous than sending someone away as a concubine.

How long this "Green Phoenix" can live depends on who wins or loses. To be precise, no matter who wins or loses, this "Green Phoenix" will die.

When grandma saw Shanyue quietly lowering her head to order tea, revealing her fair, slender neck and small, round earlobes, it was as if she was seeing a well-behaved, docile, and non-competitive little maid in the palace.

Grandma sighed to herself.

A person's fate is determined from the beginning.

Your life is determined by whose belly you come from. Some people are born into noble families, born to order servants around, and all their needs can be easily met; some people are born into poverty, and have to struggle all their lives for food and shelter, and they can only barely survive even if they try their best.

Are there really differences in status between these two types of people?

Is the former necessarily better than the latter?

Grandma turned her head to look at the mountain moon, her eyes showing a hint of regret: Not entirely, not entirely.

Shanyue in the backyard was calming down by drinking tea, but Cheng Xinghe in the outer hall was trembling as he held the tea in his hand, feeling frightened.

"You said you were my son?" The man in the hall picked up the teacup with one hand, gently blew away the white foam floating on the surface, took a sip, and twirled his long white beard with a smile: "Did your mother Duan tell you?"

Cheng Xinghe wanted to lower his head, but he also wanted to look up to see if Lord Liu looked like him. In the tangle, his neck was pulled stubbornly: "Yes, yes, yes, that's what mother said. Master Cheng died a few days ago, and mother told me the truth. Now mother is not at home, I am scared, so I have to shamelessly come to you to ask for confirmation."

Her eyes were red when she responded. "Master Cheng has always been bad to me and my mother. He would scold me at the least and beat me at the worst. My mother's head was smashed by him and my son's body was covered with bruises. I didn't know why. He just woke up now."

Cheng Xinghe's eyes were red, and he immediately lifted his robe and knelt down: "My dear Rumu, even if the law and human feelings separate us, I will give up everything and come to your house to show you my true feelings. In this life - I will have no regrets!"

Lord Liu's eyelids drooped and he looked at the people in the hall with cloudy eyes.

Funny, really funny; ridiculous, really ridiculous.

After serving him, Duan would reward him with a bowl of contraceptive soup.

To be precise, every little girl had to drink medicine after serving him, including the now favored little Jasmine who was standing beside him in a peach pink coat.

Liking little girls is troublesome.

The girl was probably not yet of marriageable age. If someone accused him of having deflowered a girl, he would be fined according to the Wei law. How could he, as a prefect, leave himself a handle? The custom of bestowing contraceptive soup was thus preserved.

Duan is just a little more proactive and fun than others, so how could she be an exception?

The situation of someone coming to someone's home to claim to be their father has happened before, it's just for fun.

Lord Liu looked at Cheng Xinghe and started to laugh. His white beard curled up to his fleshless cheeks, and he looked very happy. "You said I was your father? Are you sure that Duan said so?"

No one else knew about such a ridiculous proposal, and Duan didn't stop it?

Cheng Xing looked up, his eyes sparkling, and he nodded heavily. After a long while, he said, "Mother, isn't mother above your house? If you want to verify it, you can ask her."

Lord Liu frowned: "Why is Duan in my house?"

Cheng Xinghe remembered Shanyue's reminder and shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, no, I was wrong! Mother, mother is recuperating in the other courtyard."

Cheng Xingyu lowered his head and spoke sincerely, "It is really impolite for me to come here today. I hope you can forgive me. I am terrified to know my past. The Cheng family treats me well and has entrusted me with the management of their property. However, I am bound by the restrictions of blood relatives. It is really difficult for both sides."

On one side is the Cheng family's business, and on the other side is his biological father, which really keeps him busy.

Lord Liu laughed loudly, and then started to cough dryly. Seeing Cheng Xinghe looking at him with concern, he laughed again.

This group of untouchables will do anything to get to the top.

The ignorant and greedy look is always new to watch and I find it extremely funny every time I see it.

I knelt down and asked to be his son, so why wouldn't he agree?

What's more, there is the Cheng family behind this son.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it still weighs two ounces of meat.

What's wrong with having a caring and loyal "son" to help you do things?
What's more, this son doesn't need his education, doesn't need his help in getting married, and doesn't even need to be included in the family tree. He doesn't need a third person to know about it at all. What is there for him not to dare to acknowledge?
not to mention.
Lord Liu felt even more satisfied when he looked at the century-old ginseng with complete roots presented by Cheng Xinghe.

Previously, the Cheng family served him by merely flattering their superiors in a low position. Although they were considerate in every aspect, it was far from being able to get whatever they wanted.

Now, if the head of the Cheng family thought that he was his son, wouldn't he give him all the tributes he had?

Thinking of the prefect Bai Yusi who succeeded him, who targeted him everywhere and overthrew him at every turn, an idea suddenly emerged in Lord Liu's mind.

Lord Liu looked very happy. He raised his left hand and told Cheng Xing to stop laughing. He seemed to be tired of laughing. He clenched his right fist and covered his mouth with two dry coughs: "Good, good, good - my - good 'son'."

(End of this chapter)