The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 115

The red candle was on the desk, the bride's face was in tears, and the thick powder was washed out with two obvious marks.

Before she married the Duke, she heard that the old Duke's temperament was a little strange, but she didn't expect it to be so serious. She suddenly disappeared at the ceremony and didn't say it. She actually shouted the bridegroom away on the wedding night. Is it dissatisfied with herself or in contradiction with her grandfather? If so, why did she agree to the marriage at the beginning?

Lu Ming doesn't know what his newly married wife is thinking in his bridal chamber. As the young son of Duke Lu, he has more calmness and observation than the name of dandy spread abroad. He knows that his father must have something very important to tell himself, and he has noticed something strange in the room.

This is Duke Lu's bedroom. On the museum shelf next to the window, there has always been a very precious porcelain - it is said that the big bowl came from Ru kiln thousands of years ago - he was warned not to touch it when urinating. He was very impressed by the porcelain bowl. Why did he change it today?

"It's too urgent today. Just take one to hold it. Tomorrow you go to the warehouse and bring the sea bowl of Xinyao and put it here."

Wearing a plain clothes, Duke Lu combed his gray hair with his hands and repeatedly reminded him, "don't forget."

Lu Ming answered and asked, "father, what happened?"

Duke Lu looked up at him and said, "they all say I love you most. That's good. I'm going to give you the position of Duke."

Although he had guessed in recent years, Lu Ming was inevitably surprised when he heard this and said, "those two brothers..."

Duke Lu raised his hand to show him that he didn't have to say any more and said, "outsiders think I'm old and mentally retarded and only care about hurting my young son. How can you understand that I like your composure."

Luming doesn't know how to answer.

"But if you want to get the position of Duke, you have to bear some secrets at home."

After saying this, Duke Lu looked a little tired and relaxed. He smiled and said, "I learned this secret from my father on the night of my marriage. Your aunt doesn't know how many years she has complained about me. When you go back later, don't forget to coax your new daughter-in-law."

Lu Ming felt more and more nervous and asked, "father, what's the secret?"

Duke Lu's eyes fell on the museum shelf and youyou said, "this secret has to start with this bowl."

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The setting in the room is very simple and clean. There are no treasures on the museum shelf next to the window. It is mainly inkstone and Yellowstone, which is very suitable for monks.

Jing Jiu felt very satisfied and took out the bamboo chair and lay down.

This time he left Castle Peak, he didn't forget it.

With the sound of rain outside the window, he slept comfortably. When he woke up, the rain was still in the evening.

He thought, walked out of the room, followed the corridor to the front yard and entered the flower hall.

The family is still sitting in the flower hall, even the position has not changed, but the dishes on the table have been put away.

With his arrival, the atmosphere in the flower hall suddenly became tense.

The young woman hugged the child in her arms with some uneasiness.

Several eyes fell on him. People didn't know whether to get up to meet him or what to do.

Well nine asked, "can I sit here for a while?"

The middle-aged man quickly got up and said, "sit, sit, sit."

He wanted to say please sit down, but thinking of the adult's orders and years of practice, he forcibly swallowed the word please.

Well nine looked at the sky and said, "is it time to eat?"

"Yes, you... What would you like to eat?"

The young woman got up, nervously grabbed her front and said, "I'll do it now."

Well nine said: "I don't eat, you don't care about me."

When the young woman got up, the child in her arms slipped to the ground naturally.

The child shook his body and went to Jingjiu. He opened his hands and said, "hug."

Everyone likes beautiful things, and children don't hide their thoughts.

The atmosphere in the flower hall became more tense. Adults didn't dare to pull the children back. The young woman's face became a little pale.

Well nine looked at the child and said seriously, "No."

He really doesn't like children because communication efficiency is too low and troublesome, unless the child is smart enough or calm beyond his age.

If you become a little monk in the temple, such as Liu Baogen in a small mountain village.

The child was so aggrieved that he almost cried with his flat mouth.

Seeing this picture, the family in the flower hall was relieved and relieved.

"Would you like some tea?" The young woman asked cautiously.

"No."

Aware of the pressure his curiosity brought to the family, Jing Jiu picked up his hat and walked out of the hospital.

He stopped at the gate and said, "I've been bothering you all these years."