Chapter 582 No One Can Curse Like You!

Rong Huang watched Rong Leng arrive at the door, but without looking back, he said lightly: "I have a meeting gift for you, take it and leave."

Rong Leng stopped and looked at him.

Rong Huang raised his hand. Someone in the dark seemed to have received the signal. At this time, the door opened and a black linen bag was carried in.

The bag was thrown in and placed at Rong Leng's feet, and the extra people left.

The door closed again, Rong Leng raised his eyebrows and looked at the human-sized black bag. It was not difficult to see that there was a person wrapped in it.

"Open it and take a look." Rong Huang said.

Rong Leng leaned forward, pulled it open easily, and opened the mouth of the bag slightly. Inside, there was a woman in coarse linen clothes sleeping unconsciously inside.

Rong Leng raised his eyebrows.

Rong Huang was not afraid to speak bluntly: "Palace Maid Huang'er, you have been looking for it for a long time. I gave it to you. There is no need to return it."

Rong Leng was silent and stood there.

Rong Leng didn't speak for a long time, and Rong Huang asked with a smile: "You are so touched? Do you know that your uncle is mine? I want you to go back and coax your wife. Huang'er, you should make good use of it and rescue her." The Liu family can also help you succeed. Aleng, you are a smart person and understand what I mean. In short, this gift can be regarded as my wedding gift to you, although you did not send me a wedding invitation. "

At the end of the sentence, he actually said this sourly.

Rong Leng really needs Huang'er now. Huang'er is the key to the success or failure of the storm in Kyoto. But Rong Huang suddenly gave this person to him. Rong Leng never believed that the emperor's uncle was just out of good intentions.

The emperor's uncle's purpose was actually obvious.

The emperor's uncle wanted to help him become famous and establish his prestige in this Kyoto incident, and in return, he would have to do something for the emperor's uncle in the future.

For example, when the emperor's uncle colluded with Kyoto officials, Zhengemen turned a blind eye.

For another example, when the emperor's uncle sent his army northward, he did not need to contribute, but he could not hinder it.

Another example...

In short, there are many possibilities and they cover a wide range of possibilities.

This old fox seems to be careless, but in fact there is a gap in his chest, which is very clear.

But even though he knew that this was a debt of gratitude, and that it was deeply involved, and that he should never accept this debt, a great opportunity was right in front of him, and Rong Leng would not let it slip away in vain.

Huang'er, he will take her away, but he can't let Rong Huang be so happy.

After tying the bag again, Rong Leng held the mouth of the bag and said to Rong Huang, "Uncle, do you know who you are most similar to?"

Rong Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Like? Why, do you want to say that I look like you? Don't be ridiculous, I'm much more handsome than you."

Ignoring this man's crazy words, Rong Leng said bluntly: "You have never thought about why you and my father have been fighting for many years, why are you still in the same place?"

Rong Huang frowned.

Rong Leng said without fear of being disgusted: "Because, the two people who are too similar not only have similar behaviors, but also have similar thoughts. You can guess my father's thoughts, and my father can also guess yours. Uncle Emperor, you He is so similar to my father, but you have never noticed it."

Rong Huang listened to these words and remained motionless, only staring at Rong Leng for a moment. Suddenly, Rong Huang stood up and waved to him: "Come here, come here. I promise not to beat you to death. Come here."

Rong Leng was disgusted with this imperial uncle and turned around to leave.

When Rong Leng went downstairs, he could still hear Rong Huang cursing behind him: "No one can curse like you! Who looks like him! Who are you scolding? Rong Leng, come back, come back!"

But Rong Leng had already carried Huang'er and walked out of the gate of Baxiufang.

Yun Zhimeng was sitting in the room in the backyard of Xiufang, listening to the noisy noises in front of her, while cleaning the peeled oranges, putting them on a clean porcelain plate, and pushing them in front of the woman opposite. Asked: "Mom, you said that person just now is King Quan? The one in Liaozhou? The one who is plotting to rebel? But why did he come to our Guyong Mansion?"

The honest-looking middle-aged woman opposite took a piece of orange, ate it, and said with a smile, "Who else, besides the shop owner, can invite a person like this?"

"When will the boss come back? I miss her so much."

The middle-aged woman scratched the tip of Yun Zhimeng's nose and said with a smile: "Are you thinking about the shop owner, or are you thinking about southern food?"

Yun Zhimeng stuck out his tongue and said coquettishly, "I want them all."

The middle-aged woman looked at her dotingly and said, "I can't stay any longer. You go and wrap up all the green plums left last time. I want to take them away."

"Mom, don't you still have a lot of food there? Have you finished eating it? Mom, you still say that I am greedy. I see that you are the more greedy."

The middle-aged woman didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's not me, it was given to someone else."

"Giving it away?" Yun Zhimeng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pouted: "Mom, it took so much effort to transport this green plum all the way here, and it was damaged so much on the way, and it's so difficult for us to keep it, so why did you just give it away casually? No, I...I haven't eaten much..."

"Be good, go get ready first."

"Mom, who did you give it to? Did you give it to everyone?" Yun Zhimeng still felt distressed and asked reluctantly.

The middle-aged woman stopped talking and only urged her to prepare.

Yun Zhimeng was also smart. After thinking about it, he suddenly thought: "Mom, did you give it to Liu Wei?"

The middle-aged woman choked!

Yun Zhimeng jumped up immediately: "It is indeed Liu Wei, mother, even if it is prepared for Liu Wei, but... it won't be all given to Liu Wei. Liu Wei can't finish it by herself..."

The middle-aged woman was helpless: "Don't you already know Liu Wei? She can't finish the meal, so you go find her and eat with her. Isn't that what you want?"

Yun Zhimeng immediately smiled: "Really?"

The middle-aged woman looked at her and sighed: "Don't be embarrassed."

Yun Zhimeng muttered, raised her mouth a little higher, and said in a dull voice, "I'll go get ready right now, head office!"

Yun Zhimeng went out for a while, and when he came back, he brought a big jar. The jar weighed at least ten kilograms, but Yun Zhimeng carried it as if it was a small gadget.

Reluctantly handing the jar over, the middle-aged woman took it without any difficulty and said, "Go out and see if anyone is there. I have to go."

"There's no one there. I just took a look when I came in."

"Then I'll leave first."

Yun Zhimeng nodded and personally sent the person outside the second door before turning around and walking back.

As soon as I took two steps back, I thought of the sour, sweet and delicious Jiangnan cake again. I licked my lips and an idea came to my mind. I quickly ran back to the room and waited until I came out again. By that time, he had already changed out of his heavy and complicated dance clothes and put on neat and clean light clothes. He hurriedly left Baxiufang and walked all the way to the inn where Liu Wei was staying.

At this time, in the inn, Liu Wei, who was still being talked about by Rong Su, was actually broken inside...