Hong Kong Variety Show: I choose Liang Kun, he has a big temper

Chapter 467 Chen Wen: Taiguo Market? It's already a cabbage that's sold out on the street

Both An Hou and Xiu Niang were famous in their respective fields. Although this scene came suddenly, they recovered their composure after a while. Xiu Niang walked over, picked up the wine pot, poured a glass of wine, and walked straight to An Hou's seat. An Hou did not lose heart, picked up the wine and drank it.

The two talked all night, from interesting stories in the streets to military battles, from family affairs to the new fortunes of the country. The embroiderer was always full of peach blossoms, and An Hou was also very relieved. The two talked until the next day, when they saw the light rising. People always say that it is difficult to make a confidant, but how can a confidant hide quietly in the scope of knowledge? Where can he be found in the night of Jiangnan, in the yellow sand of Hubei, on the high mountains of Qingchuan, and in the cold snow of the northern desert?

The sun was in the upper part of the room, and it was almost noon. An Hou said, "I'm leaving." Xiu Niang did not try to stop him. When An Hou stepped out of the room, she whispered, "Will we see each other again?" An Hou also whispered, "Yes." Then, she stepped out of the room and rode away. Xiu Niang was holding a handkerchief and wiping off the wine that had touched her face with excitement. Her face was still flushed. I don't know if it was the temperature of the wine or the excitement of the words. I don't know, but there was light in her eyes.

An Hou returned home on a fast horse. While eating, he found Cong Tong in the hall. Seeing that he was uncomfortable, An Hou laughed. The woman who had stunned Cong Tong yesterday was An Hou's wife. She was not stunning, but she was pretty, could read a few words, and was well behaved. Seeing An Hou coming back, she did not ask much. She could guess the answer from the smell of alcohol and the unfamiliar fragrance on his body, but she had to give him some face in the hall. An Hou said a few words, went to his room, lay on the bed and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already noon the next day. He went to the hall to eat, teased Cong Tong, and then his wife took him back to his room. He asked, "Master, who is Cong Tong? Where did you find him? He looks too much like Li Ren. If I hadn't seen Li Ren leave with my own eyes, I would have been scared to death." An Hou smiled guiltily, "He is an actor. I saw that he looked no different from Li Ren, so I brought him back. Seeing you say that today, I am also considering whether to keep him."

The lady thought about it and said, "Let him stay. Maybe God has sent him to live with us. We should educate him well and not ask him to succeed. It is good enough for him to survive."

When Marquis An heard her say this, he felt relieved and said, "If Madam thinks so, then follow her."

It was almost the New Year, and An Hou went to the embroiderer's place twice. They talked about everything and had a great time, but they both knew very well that they had not crossed the line.

With the good hospitality of his wife, Cong Tong became more and more charming. When he went shopping for New Year's goods with his wife on the street, he always made the women passing by blush. He was used to it and ignored it.

Madam prepared a lot of New Year's goods. In previous years, Marquis An was often not at home, so this year she wanted to have a good New Year. Zuihualou was closed, and the girls also wanted to celebrate the New Year. But the New Year was not so easy.

"Your Majesty, I received a sealed letter. Xia Liang has risen again and has quietly attacked two cities. I hope Your Majesty will make a wise decision."

Hearing this, the emperor broke the pen in his hand and said angrily, "Bring the Jihe people to me, and I will ask him what to do."

Afterwards, the soldiers and horses rushed to Marquis An's mansion, broke down the gate, tied up Marquis An and took him to the palace, leaving behind the unconscious lady and Cong Tong and the others who didn't know what to do.

After returning to the palace, the emperor grabbed the collar of the Jihe people and asked, "You old thief, tell me why Xia Liang was defeated and now he has attacked two cities, but we don't know. What crime should you be punished for?" After that, he picked up the secret letter on the table and threw it to An Hou. An Hou crawled to the front of the letter on his knees. With his hands tied, he lay on the letter, read it, and was furious. He said, "I deserve to die. I told Your Majesty when I returned to the capital to report. At that time, I thought the lackey was dead, so why should I mobilize most of the force to wipe it out? We sent people to garrison and deal with post-war matters, and left people to check. I hope Your Majesty will understand. Now that things have come to this, I hope Your Majesty will issue an order to let me go and capture the lackey alive. I will definitely live up to the emperor's grace."

"Untie him. If it weren't for your great military achievements, I would have chopped off your head long ago. Set out in two days and bring me the head of that bastard." said the emperor.

Marquis An thanked him profusely, untied himself and went home. The emperor summoned his trusted ministers to his bedroom to discuss the matter.

When Marquis An returned home, he saw that the house was brightly lit. He felt cold and aggrieved, and filled with hatred. Before he even reached the door of his house, he turned his horse and headed towards Zuihua Tower.

Zuihualou was also celebrating the New Year with Zhang Huo. The door was closed. An Hou knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no sound. He climbed over the wall and entered the door of the embroiderer's room. There was some candlelight inside. An Hou knocked on the door and heard the embroiderer say, "Who is it?" An Hou whispered, "It's me. I'm not happy today and want to talk to you." The embroiderer heard that his voice was no longer as deep as before, and it was a little sad and sorrowful. The embroiderer got up and opened the door. He walked in with his head down and sat down in a daze. Neither of them spoke. Seeing him like this, the embroiderer poured a cup of tea, placed it in front of him, and said, "I don't know what happened to you, and I don't want to ask, but I understand that you must have a reason that you can't tell. I'm very happy that you came here. I can't share your worries in this embroidery building. I believe that it will pass. Even if it can't be solved, you have tried your best. People who see will always see again. I feel sorry for you. Drink this cup of tea and go home. There are people who love you there too." An Hou listened to her words, looked up at her, and said, "Can I stay here for a while?"

The embroiderer listened to his words and went over to hold his head in her arms.

The next day, as the sun gradually rose, An Hou got up from the bed, put on his clothes, looked at the half-awake embroiderer, and said, "Jiheren, that's my name. Wait for me to come back, and I will never let you down. Wait for me." The embroiderer looked at him without saying a word, but smiled broadly and said, "I believe you. Everyone call me Hua Xiu Niang." Then An Hou went home, leaving the embroiderer alone with a stain of blood on the mattress.

An Hou settled his family down and told them not to worry.

When Cong Tong heard that Marquis An was leaving, he came over immediately and said, "I want to go too." Marquis An looked at him and said, "You can't bear to go there this time, so don't make trouble. Madam finally agreed to let you stay, so live a good life. That's it." Cong Tong became anxious and looked around. When he saw the sword in his hand, he ran over, drew the sword out of its sheath and cut his face.

He said, "What do you mean by delicate skin and tender flesh? Now it's like this, how can I not go? I will definitely follow you today." The lady was frightened by his action. An Hou looked at the blood flowing down his face and said