Chapter 218: Chapter 98 Gifts_2
He, however, didn’t seem to care much, "What’s your hurry?"
"Of course, I’m worried!" Pei Yunshu gave him a sidelong glance, "I was chatting with Doctor Lu today and found out that even Doctor Lu is already betrothed. You are four years his senior, he has a fiancé, what about you? You don’t even have soone you fancy, except for the bitches at the Palace Front Office, and they already have other dogs coveting them!"
Pei Yunng laughed and cried at the sa ti, "Why are you comparing
to dogs?"
"Even dogs are more sensible than you!"
Pei Yunng: "..."
Pei Yunshu looked at the young man in front of her, a trace of concern flickering in her eyes.
Actually, she wasn’t truly anxious about Pei Yunng’s marital affairs; with his good looks and promising future, there was an uncountable number of people who wished to be related by marriage to such a talent. But now that he was increasingly favored by the Emperor, and his standing increasingly high, his marriage matters were less and less within his own control. Now that the Empress Dowager showed signs of arranging a marriage for him, if they delayed a few more years, he might truly lose any opportunity to make his own choice, just like her...
She didn’t wish for Pei Yunng to follow in her footsteps. Moreover, Pei Yunng was like an unsheathed knife now — too sharp and bound to hurt himself. If he had soone he liked, perhaps he would leave so leeway in his actions, which would be good for him as well.
Pei Yunshu softened her tone, "Ah Ying, tell your sister, what kind of girl do you actually like? The legitimate daughter of the Imperial Censor’s family is said to be exceedingly beautiful; her mother even asked about you today. I have t that young lady — she’s like a heavenly fairy, really full of grace and elegance..."
Pei Yunng pinched his forehead, sounding helpless, "There are so many pretty girls in the world, I can’t possibly like them all, can I?"
"Then what kind do you like?"
Pei Yunshu, looking determined not to give up until she had an answer, Pei Yunng pondered and then said, "Soone intelligent, I guess."
"Intelligent?" Pei Yunshu’s eyes brightened, "The second daughter of the Scholar’s residence at the Hall of Gathered Talent is overflowing with talent; she was composing poetry at the age of five, very clever indeed. What do you think..."
"But I don’t like poetry."
Seeing his absent-minded deanor, Pei Yunshu beca angry, "Did you co here this late just to upset ?"
"Not at all." Pei Yunng replied earnestly, "I ca to deliver a gift to avoid Treasure Bead saying that I’m stingy."
Pei Yunshu looked at his empty hands, "Where’s the gift?"
Just as Pei Yunng was about to speak, the voice of the guard Chi Jian rang out from outside, "Master, we’ve captured the person."
Pei Yunshu was taken aback, casting a doubtful glance at him.
"Look," Pei Yunng smiled, "Here cos your gift now."
...
In front of the Military Inspection House at the entrance of West Street, several Pawn Shop Soldiers stopped an old woman carrying a burden, bought several bowls of spicy lung soup, and squatted at the doorway, enjoying their al with gusto.
It was nearly early winter, with the weather getting colder by the day. By night ti, the soldiers were terribly hungry, and the spicy lung soup was so fiery that once a bowl reached the stomach, they would feel a burning warmth arising within.
Shen Fengying leaned against the pillar at the entrance of the Patrol House, biting into the last piece of spicy lung, when he saw several people approaching.
The leader was a man, holding another man in black; the man in black was tied up, being half-dragged, half-pushed forward by the man. Following behind them was a young woman. These three people walked through the bustling streets, drawing countless gazes. Seeing that they were headed to the Patrol House, Shen Fengying hurriedly swallowed the spicy lung, but was caught off guard and choked on the oil, starting to cough violently.
The soldiers rushed to get him a water flask, and Shen Fengying guzzled nearly half of it before he finally managed to quell the spiciness in his throat. When he looked up, the three people were already in front of him.
He didn’t recognize the two n, but the woman walking behind seed sowhat familiar. Before Shen Fengying could speak, the woman addressed him first, "Officer Shen."
As soon as she spoke, Shen Fengying imdiately rembered, pointing at her and saying, "You’re that... Onion from the mountain!"
Heaven have rcy, he still rembered this person. Last month after the contribution case in Shengjing, he received a report that a small clinic on West Street was accused of murder and burying the corpse. At the ti, Shen Fengying was eager for a big case, ready to enhance his achievents and reach the pinnacle of his career, only to end up searching the clinic all night and finding nothing but half a dead pig.
A dead pig, not a dead person!
At that ti, all of Shen Fengying’s enthusiasm was thoroughly doused.
And the irony of it all — he wasn’t sure if he was lucky or unlucky — before he could even clear up the situation, he received another accusation: a male corpse was found on Mount Wangchun with a purse from the Imperial Guards on its person.
And just his luck, the Commander of the Imperial Guards, Pei Yunng, was right there in front of him.
At that mont, Shen Fengying felt like his career had probably co to an end right there and then.
Reviews
All reviews (0)