Zhao Xiaobai walked a few steps to catch up with her and helped her: "What's wrong? Are you injured? Why didn't you let me see just now? Does it hurt?" How did he know that his wife was competing with her love rival? He heard her say
If it hurts, I really believe it, and I squat down and want to rub it for her.
Gong Yueyue grabbed him, her face turned red with embarrassment, and her voice was sweet: "Ms. sir, let's be more reserved here. I'll show you when we get back."
"Then I'll help you." His voice was so soft that Du Ruotong couldn't help but tremble as he passed by.
"No need, Xiaomei just helps me." After saying that, she "inadvertently" glanced at Tong Guiren, who was standing aside and his face turned purple with soreness. How could he not know that this stinky girl sells a piece of ginger?
What kind of medicine? But it really made him sore.
The group of civil servants and generals in the Jinluan Palace have been waiting for a long time. Even Mr. Pan is dressed like a human being and standing among a group of old men. He looks delicate and handsome. But his cynical and listless expression and crooked stance are really...
Pan Yu, who was standing next to him, was furious. "I said, you haven't slept for a few days? Did you become a thief at night? Look at your boneless virtue!"
Hearing the grand master lecture his son, some of the grand master's party members were trying to smooth things over: "Hey, master, don't be angry. The second young master is getting older and more distinguished now, so teach him slowly."
"I think the older you get, the bastard you get! Why can't you learn from your brother?" The grand master lowered his voice and continued to scold his son angrily, not forgetting to use the model student Pan Zhuqing as a benchmark for him.
You can't blame the old master for being angry. In fact, the effort he put into his younger son was far more than that of his eldest son Pan Zhuqing. However, when the younger son grew up, he seemed to be no longer good at writing or martial arts. All day long, he could only
He knows that he hangs out with a bunch of bad friends, eats, drinks and has fun, and makes friends with the best women. Although he doesn't stay in Luoyang very much, he also knows that this young son has become the number one dandy in Luoyang City. He has found several decent positions for him before.
But he lost track of her in two or three months, and almost made the old man angry to death on the spot. On the contrary, his eldest son, whom he had not paid much attention to, grew up very smoothly and beautifully. The only drawback was that his marriage was so unhappy.
He is already halfway through his fourth year, and he doesn’t even have a boy or a girl, and he still doesn’t know where his next marriage will be. Can he, a majestic old master, have his eyes glowing green without worry?
Being scolded by his father in front of everyone, Pan Ershao was not angry at all. He seemed to have been accustomed to Zhao for a long time, and it was over just for fun. He finally responded to the old man's gushing with a big yawn. "Dad, what did you say yesterday?
I called my son here in a hurry at night, but he didn't even have time to eat dinner, let alone go to bed. Is it possible to change our carriage? I was given this ride along the way, and he didn't even fall asleep for a moment.
! My son’s spirit... he hasn’t recovered yet. Hey, I think those carriages at Mr. Luo’s house are pretty good, and you’ll definitely be able to sleep soundly in them. How about we give it a try?"
If he hadn't been in the Jinluan Hall, Grand Master Pan would have jumped up and slapped him on the head. How could there be such a bastard! Yang Guodong's two sons have been wearing armor and going into battle in their teens. They have repeatedly performed extraordinary feats and brought glory to the old Yang family.
! Mr. Luo’s two daughters married into the palace and became concubines within a few years. Old Luo took so much advantage of them! Zhao Xiong’s son... he was pretty good before, but recently... it seems a bit puzzling, but
At least they got married and did a good job in their position. As for his youngest son, he was a third-level bastard and shameless, and he simply lost all his people. If Pan Zhuqing hadn't been seriously injured and recuperating at home this time, the emperor would have had to
Let his family be present to show justice, and he will not let this shameful thing come here to smear his face.
While he was talking, he heard the ecstatic voice of a spy shouting: "The Emperor is here!"
After a while, the emperor strode out from behind the barrier.
"Long live your Majesty! Long live your Majesty!" The court ministers and generals knelt on the ground. The Emperor didn't even raise his eyelids, and only said: "Get back on your feet!"
After scanning the faces below, except for Mr. Pan, all the others were old faces that he met every day. "Why hasn't Zhao Changyuan arrived yet?" the emperor asked with some dissatisfaction.
A layer of sweat broke out on Zhao Xiong's forehead. His son has always had a strong sense of time. Why has he not arrived for such an important occasion today?
For a moment, I couldn't think of any words to respond. I only heard a crisp sound outside the palace: "Luoyang Magistrate Song Changling, Zhongwu General Zhao Changyuan and his wife Yang, and Du Ruotong, the daughter of the magistrate of Luoyang Fuxian County, want to see you!"
The emperor picked up the tea bowl: "Xuan!"
Cao Rui, Zhao Xiong, and Yang Guodong all breathed a sigh of relief. The brat is finally here.
When Zhao Changyuan strode into the palace and bowed to the ground with Lord Song, not only did Tong Xian's eyes light up when he was standing in the hall, but even the emperor who was above him secretly admired in his heart: Such a general went out to fight for me, never mind fighting.
If you win without fighting, first of all, the image of our Song Dynasty will be improved a lot, and it must be said that the country of our Song Dynasty supports people. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile slightly, put the tea bowl in my hand to my mouth and took a sip.
Then, he raised his eyelids and the tea bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Everyone followed the emperor's shocked expression and looked out, only to see two people slowly walking in at the entrance of the palace. Due to the light behind them, they couldn't see their faces clearly, but they could clearly see that the clothes on their bodies were similar to those that had been bombed.
Just like a bomb...
After a while, the beautiful faces of Yiyi and Ruotong slowly came into everyone's sight with nervousness and shyness. Cao Rui, Yang Guodong and Zhao Xiong almost died from the fright.
Tong Xian and Mr. Luo smiled proudly, waiting for the emperor's anger to burn these eyesores to pieces.
Pan Yu was shocked at first, but then he couldn't help comforting himself and said, it seems that there are many people who are more confused than his youngest son.
Mr. Pan's eyes almost closed, he glanced at the two beggar-like women, curled his lips and smiled.
"You are so brave! How dare you come to see me like this!" Before the two girls could come and kneel down, the emperor overturned the tea set on the table and became furious.
Zhao Changyuan secretly complained in his heart. Before entering the palace, he insisted on asking his wife and Ruotong to change clothes before entering. Who knew that the palace people were all eccentric and no one was willing to greet them. Little did he know that these palace people had already
Tong Qian has already told her that no one is allowed to bring two girls to change clothes.
The two girls quickly knelt down, too frightened to say a word. They put their heads on the ground and shivered.
Yang Guodong and Zhao Xiong also immediately stood up, knelt in front of them, and begged the emperor for mercy.
Gong Yueyue thought to herself that she might have to explain it here today. No matter how much she calculated, she never thought that she would be tricked by a gang of bandits. She looked quite passable, but there were a few holes in her robe.
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Du Ruotong couldn't look at it at all. His clothes were torn to pieces, and his eyes were red from fear. (To be continued)