In another mansion in Luoyang City, a rare visitor also came to the house of Secretary Wang. "Madam, Mrs. Zhao is here to visit."
The beautiful Mrs. Wang, who was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, was surprised: "Which Mrs. Zhao? The old one and the young one?"
The maid Xiaohui told her calmly: "General Zhao Changyuan's wife."
Mrs. Wang was confused by the sudden visit of this uninvited guest. She stood up and paced around the room: "Why did she come to me suddenly?"
Xiao Hui saw that the mistress was in a state of disbelief and asked cautiously: "Do you want me to tell her that it is inconvenient for you to see her?"
Mrs. Wang immediately objected: "No, this little girl is not simple. If you don't give her face, it is equivalent to not giving her a man's face." Zhao Changyuan is now very popular in the court. Whenever the emperor mentions him, he almost praises him.
He didn't say anything else. This Zhao Changyuan is also known as a wife slave. How can he offend such a girl? "Besides, I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, I have to go and meet her."
All the uneasiness turned into a hot fake smile on his face the moment he walked to the main room and saw Gong Yueyue. "Mrs. Zhao! Why didn't you notify me first when you were coming? I can take care of the house."
Let’s clean up and prepare some good wine and food to entertain you! Girl, watch the tea.”
But Gong Yueyue really couldn't stand these hypocritical politenesses, so she cut to the chase with her first sentence: "No need, don't bother Madam. I'm here to bother you today. I really have something important to ask of you. Please don't invite Madam if you want to."
I have to refuse."
Seeing her being so frank, Mrs. Wang felt less anxious. It was better to deal with Zhichangzi than to deal with a needle hidden in a smile. "Mrs. Zhao is a straightforward person, and there is no need for me to make false pretense with you, sister.
If you have anything to say, just say it."
She said it lightly, but after hearing Gong Yueyue's request, her face turned pale with fright. "Ah, I'm afraid... Mrs. Zhao's request is too overwhelming."
Gong Yueyue had known that things would not go smoothly without twists and turns, and the other party would definitely refuse, so she had already prepared countermeasures. "Oh, really?" She walked up to Mrs. Wang and deliberately lowered her voice and whispered: "Taichang
Mr. Zhang’s memorial to impeach Mr. Wang for privately selling civil servants should be at Luoyang Mansion by now. I don’t know whether this should be seen by the Grand Master first or by the Emperor first? Oh, I forgot. Mr. Zhang two days ago
I just had tea with my father-in-law, and it seems that my father-in-law is keeping it for the time being."
These words sounded soft, but they were like rolling thunder, causing Mrs. Wang to panic. It was related to her husband's future and fate, so how could she have any other choice? "Madam...if I help you, won't...
"
Gong Yueyue still whispered in her ear without any emotion: "What happened to Mr. Wang, to be honest, he took the blame for the big guys. He is so innocent. If Madam is willing to understand the current affairs, my father-in-law will return the favor."
How can it be possible for a loyal person to admit his injustice if he has a grand master?"
Mrs. Wang felt relieved for a moment, but after thinking about it again, she still felt uneasy: "Where is Mr. Zhang..."
Gong Yueyue smiled and said leisurely: "Master Zhang is Taishi Pan's favorite disciple. Do you think this is a problem?"
Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth and made a serious promise to her: "Then I will obey Mrs. Zhao's instructions in everything."
After walking out of Wang's house, Xiaomei helped Gong Yueyue onto the carriage. After sitting down, the girl asked curiously: "Miss, is the memorial about it true?"
Gong Yueyue told her with a smile: "It's true, but dad said it, it's a lot of empty talk and has no practical evidence. It's useless to hand it over. It's better to use it to do something more meaningful."
Xiaomei nodded, but she still felt puzzled: "Why did the master spare no effort to help Master Pan? They don't have much friendship at ordinary times."
Gong Yueyue sighed and looked out of the car window, as if saying to her or to herself: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Whether it is Wei Tingyue or someone named Jin, now he can touch Young Master Pan.
I don’t know what kind of bad things will happen to our family in the future. My relatives and the bureaucrats are irreconcilable conflicting forces, not to mention that they had an enmity before. My father and my husband did this because they didn’t want the situation to get to the point where they would become bitter."
Bo Yun's treacherous officialdom is really a ferocious meat grinder. Once you step in, even if you are as upright as Zhao Xiong, as noble as Zhao Changyuan, and as steady as Pan Zhuqing, you have to be alert and alert to be ready to attack at any time.
Hidden arrows are coming. Now that Pan Zhuqing is the target, who will be next? Will it be her pretty boy? The pretty boy has already tried his best to deal with the powerful Liao people, how can he still have the energy to resist the plot of the people in the court? He
Where are those cities? Looking back at history, how many of the generals in the Northern Song Dynasty met a good end? Di Qing, Yue Fei, Yang Ye... which one did not die at the hands of his own people?
Gong Yueyue's heart was entangled with these negative energies all the way. As soon as she stepped off the carriage, she bent over and vomited all over the floor.
Xiaomei was startled and quickly went up to help her. From the time Gong Yueyue was pregnant until now, she has never seen such a big reaction: "Miss, are you okay?"
Gong Yueyue finally stood up straight. Xiaomei stroked her back with her hands and murmured to herself: "Young men, please stop bullying your mother. She has been working hard these days."
Gong Yueyue gently touched her belly and showed an unprecedented gentle smile: "They didn't bully me, they were good enough to me. But I made them follow me around recently and made them suffer."
"The young masters must be afraid that my uncle will deal with them, so they are so considerate to you." Xiaomei muttered as she helped her walk towards the main gate of the Zhao Mansion.
"Don't talk about a young master. How do you know it must be a young master? Why can't it be a young lady?" Besides, the pretty girl loves to cling to her. Maybe he likes his daughter more.
Xiaomei quickly silenced her and reminded her softly: "Oh, miss, please don't say this in front of the master and his wife."
"Why?" As soon as she asked the question, Gong Yueyue felt that she had asked too much. With the "glorious" tradition of heirs since ancient times, did she need to ask why?
Sure enough, what she was thinking was almost consistent with what Xiaomei said. "The master and his wife all hope that you will give birth to a young master for them... The Zhao family has always been a single generation, and they even pointed to the young master to spread the branches and leaves of our family."
"I understand, but who can say for sure about this kind of thing... I'll do my best."
Yang Jinyi had just finished playing Cuju and rushed over to join in the fun: "Brother-in-law, are you going to enter the palace and become a noble concubine?"
The whole barracks burst into laughter. "Hahahaha!" "Pfft!"
Even Zhao Changyuan himself found it extremely funny. As a grown man, he should have taken advantage of the fine weather to sweat like rain on the Cuju court with the soldiers, or go to patrol various strategic strongholds. If not, he could have followed He Yong and Xiao
Juan and the others played a few games of chess... They shouldn't be stuck here, being used as puppets to paint. It was so ridiculous! But no matter how unhappy he was, he couldn't refuse. Because this painter was sent by the emperor.
.It is said that the little princess was frightened by nightmares in the middle of the night. When she woke up, she refused to eat or drink, cried and screamed for her brother, the general. The emperor had no choice but to make this decision.
It took a lot of effort until the painter said "OK". After Zhao Changyuan unblocked the acupuncture points, his muscles and bones ached and he felt dizzy.
The painter held the painting and walked up to him with a smile on his face: "Marshal, please take a look."
The people around him gathered around to see what was going on.
Zhao Changyuan took a closer look and felt a little funny in his heart. Although the man in the painting was majestic and majestic, he didn't have much resemblance to himself. After all, he had been busy for a long time, so naturally he would not refute his reputation and still smiled like a spring breeze.
He praised: "Thank you to the artist for painting Zhao so majestic."
"Hey, Marshal, you are so humble! You have a handsome appearance and a majestic figure. I paint for you. I just find it pleasing to the eye. It is really a pleasure."
Zhao Changyuan thought to himself: "You are happy, but I am so miserable that I almost turned into a stone tablet and grew it on the stool."
While packing away his painting tools, the painter casually said, "Marshal is blessed with great blessings. It is said that his wife is pregnant with twins. I heard from people in the palace that if this lady gives birth to a Lin child, she will be the perfect choice for his consort in the future."
Yang Jinyi, who was joining in the fun, asked garrulously: "Haha? What if the two children born are both sons?"
"This...hehe, I don't dare to speak nonsense."
The soldiers chatted with the talkative and cheerful old painter. No one noticed that Zhao Changyuan was sitting on the stool with an ugly face at this time, and did not say a word for a long time.
It wasn't until the people in the camp gradually dispersed that He Yong noticed something strange about Zhao Changyuan. When everyone was gone, he stayed alone, stepped forward and asked with concern: "Marshal, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"
Zhao Changyuan raised his head and looked at him, his innocent and clear eyes looking a little helpless and depressed at the moment: "Do you think what the painter just said is true?"
"You mean, the matter about the consort?"
"Um."
He Yong thought for a while, and finally answered him seriously: "Although this painter is a bit arrogant, he never dares to talk nonsense or make up nonsense. It must not be groundless... What do you think? It doesn't look like...
willing?"
Zhao Changyuan didn't even think about it and blurted out: "My son marries a princess? Isn't this ridiculous?"
He Yong saw that his face turned red and couldn't help but smile and said: "Why is this ridiculous? As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog son. If your child follows you, he will definitely be a talented person in the future.
If you follow the wife, you will definitely be suave and witty. Why can't you marry a princess? Or... do you think the child's age... the little princess is not that old at all. She is a golden person anyway, so what if she is older?
!”
Zhao Changyuan sighed, leaned on the desk, and said feebly: "I don't care about age, but I don't want my son to have anything to do with the royal family. And my wife will never agree to such a thing in the first place." He understood.
Wife, she hates marriage contracts without any emotional basis, let alone such forced ones.
He Yong sat opposite him and kindly reminded him: "But you have to agree to this, don't you understand?"
Zhao Xiaobai helplessly folded his arms and hugged his head, and made a muffled voice: "I understand... I hope all my wives will give birth to are daughters." (To be continued)