Chapter One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty: Forced to Leave
Yao Yue raised her eyes and kissed her red lips, "Are you a Japanese girl?"
Just one sentence made the veins on Komatsu Reiko's forehead jump. She never thought that the other party would despise her so much and ignore her at all.
Take a deep breath, "I"
Without waiting for Xiaosong Lingzi to speak, Yao Yue closed her eyes slightly and then opened them suddenly, "You are so brave, blackmailing people to the head of the Zhenguo Duke's house!"
"Blackmailing? What do you mean by blackmailing?" Xiaosong Lingzi was furious. Handu refused to recognize people even when he raised his clothes. She did not expect that Princess Anqing would have the same attitude.
Komatsu Lingzi laughed angrily, rolled her eyes, showed a very flattering look, and said pretentiously, "Princess, you don't know yet? Did Han Du tell you that nothing happened between him and me? But I
But I want to tell the princess that we went to Wushan Yunyu together that night, and it still makes me linger over it to this day."
Komatsu Reiko's beautiful eyes did not change at all, and she just listened quietly.
The more Komatsu Reiko spoke, the more energetic she became. However, when she realized that no matter what she said, the princess opposite looked calm and calm, and her desire to continue talking suddenly disappeared.
She couldn't help but shut her mouth, even she was not interested in talking anymore. ??
"Are you finished?" Yao Yue glanced at Xiaosong Lingzi.
"Isn't the princess angry?" Komatsu Reiko had long known that a Ming princess like An Qing would be angry if her consort had an affair with another woman. However, Komatsu Reiko said she was lonely.
Yao Yue calmly took a sip of tea and said, "What is this princess so angry about? There is more than just the father-in-law of the Ming Dynasty, and although many princes-in-law only married the princess, there are also some who are nostalgic for the brothel all day long.
Quite a bit. I just went to a brothel as a father-in-law, what's the big deal?"
"You, you actually think of me as a brothel girl?" Komatsu Lingzi was angry. No matter how limited her knowledge was, she still knew what kind of place Ming Dynasty's brothel was and who the brothel girls in it were.
Who is she, Komatsu Reiko? The daughter of Emperor Kameyama, the supreme nobleman of the Japanese kingdom. When she speaks, it is her voice! Countless Japanese people have to kneel and listen. Unexpectedly, when the Ming Dynasty came, they were slandered as a brothel girl.
A smile slowly appeared on Yao Yue's face, and she said disdainfully, "What's the difference? You drugged the father-in-law, I'm afraid ordinary brothel girls can't do it, right? You came to the door without mercy, isn't it?
Do you want some compensation? Tell me how much you want, and I will help you pay for your overnight stay. By the way, did your father-in-law pay you for your overnight stay at that time?"
"Hello!" Xiaosong Lingzi was extremely angry and subconsciously raised his hand to point at Yaoyue.
After a moment, she suddenly put down her hand as if frustrated, turned around and left the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion in a hurry.
An Qing had been waiting behind the screen wall in the lobby and heard clearly the conversation between Yao Yue and Komatsu Lingzi. Seeing Yao Yue easily crushing Komatsu Lingzi into crumbs, he immediately clapped his hands and walked out from behind.
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"Sister Yaoyue, I really belong to you."
Yao Yue quickly stood up from her seat and sighed, "I'm just taking advantage of my sister's reputation."
"Anyway, my sister finally got rid of this Japanese girl. If it were my wife, it might not be so easy." An Qing said.
"I hope she will be wise enough to retreat." Although Yao Yue forced Komatsu Lingzi to leave, she saw with her own eyes the look on Komatsu Lingzi's face when he left, and felt that she would not let it go.
So, she said with some worry, "Princess, I see that the Japanese girl has no intention of letting it go. I'm afraid something will happen in this matter."
"It doesn't matter." An Qing waved his hand generously, "After what happened this time, she no longer has the shame to block the door. As long as she doesn't block the door, there won't be any trouble."
Seeing that Princess Anqing knew what she was doing, Yao Yue didn't say anything more. It would be nice to just remind her of some things, but if she said too much, she would be suspected of being a guest.
"Now that it's settled, I'll go back first. I wonder if the princess can bring Han Yao out?" Yao Yue said hesitantly.
Today, when An Qing went to her house in person to take her to the Zhenguo Palace, An Qing brought Han Yao with him on the pretext that he wanted to bring Han Yao to meet her father.
Now that Yao Yue wants to go back, she naturally wants to take her daughter with her.
"She is at my father-in-law's place, let's go together." An Qing said with a smile.
"Ah?" Yao Yue suddenly felt uncomfortable and hesitated for a moment. Under An Qing's sincere eyes, she could only nod her head, "Okay, okay!"
In the morning, Han Du was sitting in the yard.
An Qing walked in with a little girl in hand. Although he already knew that An Qing would bring his and Yao Yue's daughter today, Han Du's heart melted instantly after seeing his daughter's little face.
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Han Du already had a daughter like Han Yingluo.
Logically speaking, one should be immune to this. But the moment he saw Han Yao, he realized that she was completely different from Han Yingluo. Her face was smaller and her delicate facial features obviously inherited her mother's advantages. But
At the same time, Han Du also discovered that there seemed to be a lingering sadness between her eyebrows, which made the originally carefree child look a little more timid.
Neither Han Du nor An Qing spoke, letting the little girl look Han Du up and down. After a moment, the girl raised her head and looked at An Qing with a sweet voice, "Auntie, is he my father?"
"Yes, he is your father. Come on, call me daddy!" An Qing said with a smile.
But Han Yao stared at Han Du without saying a word. No matter how An Qing asked her to call her daddy, she kept her mouth shut tightly.
When Han Du saw it, he raised his hand slightly to stop An Qing's useless efforts. He knew that the child must be very strange to him when he saw her for the first time. I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to accept it when she was asked to recognize him as her father.
But Han Du is not in a hurry. Since Anqing has agreed to let our father and daughter meet, we will spend a lot of time together in the future, so we just have to take our time.
Moreover, Han Du was quite confident when it came to handling a child. He reached out and took his daughter's hand from An Qing's hand. With a kind smile on his face, he began to ask her some childish questions.
By the time An Qing and Yao Yue came together, Han Du and Han Yao had already become close to each other and talked about everything.
"Mr. Gongye." Yao Yue was full of momentum when she faced Xiaosong Lingzi just now and easily crushed her. But now facing Han Du, she suddenly became like a girl who saw an outsider for the first time.
Suddenly he was at a loss. Han Du looked at her and nodded with emotion, "Just do it!"
Han Du's feelings towards Yao Yue were also very complicated. If he said that he was not interested in Yao Yue, Han Du himself would not believe it. But when he really had a relationship with her, Han Du felt sorry for An Qing. ??
It is precisely because of this guilt that Han Du insists on never visiting Yao Yue and her daughter.
But for Yaoyue, Han Du also felt indebted. In any case, she gave birth to a daughter for herself, and she lived with her daughter outside without any regrets. She never complained. This even led to
Han Yao is a bit timid by nature, and her brows are filled with worries about being a father.
After hearing this, Yao Yue turned to look at An Qing. When she saw her nodding slightly, she lowered her head and sat down aside.
"Thank you, uncle."
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Heavenly Palace.
Zhu Biao inherited Lao Zhu's throne, and naturally also inherited Lao Zhu's busyness. Zhu Biao was almost overwhelmed by the large number of memorials. He had just finished reviewing one, and when he looked up, there was another one on the imperial desk, which completely dismayed Zhu Biao.
There is no end in sight to finishing reviewing the memorial.
Even Zhu Biao asked in his mind many times, why are there so many memorials?
The relationship between the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the officials has become antagonistic since the time when Lao Zhu borrowed Hu Weiyong's abolition of the position of prime minister. After all, Lao Zhu cut off the ambition of one official to be less than ten thousand people, so naturally
All officials will be dissatisfied.
Although the officials did not dare to resist Lao Zhu's butcher knife, they also had a way to express their dissatisfaction, that is, to report, to report, to report! Even some trivial matters were reported to the officials.
The purpose is to tell Lao Zhu that the world cannot survive without civil servants like them!
Unfortunately, what all the officials did not expect was that Lao Zhu was not used to them at all. No matter how many memorials they submitted, Lao Zhu, the first model worker emperor in the history, could review them one by one. Even through these trivial memorials,
Let Lao Zhu understand the situation among the people in more detail, which simply made those civil servants shoot themselves in the foot!
After Zhu Biao came to the throne, officials' habit of submitting memorials was naturally retained. Therefore, even though there were many memorials piled on Zhu Biao's imperial case, most of them were trivial matters. Matters that really required the emperor to decide, even
Not even one tenth.
But even so, Zhu Biao had to read all these memorials one by one. Because if he didn't read them carefully, how could he know whether the memorial was about important matters or trivial matters?
However, every time after reading a memorial, he found that it was only talking about trivial matters, and he suddenly felt the urge to say hello to his mother, and at the same time lamented how difficult it was for his father.
"What have Han Du been doing these days?" Zhu Biao raised his hands high and stretched hard, tensing his muscles to the extreme, hoping to relieve the fatigue all over his body.
Whenever Zhu Biao is exhausted, what he wants to ask most is what Han Du is doing. Because he knows without guessing that for a person like Han Du who can never stand if he can sit, and never sit if he can lie down
For sure, it must be a place to live happily.
After hearing the emperor's question, Wang Yue had a constipated expression on his face.
Zhu Biao waited for a moment, but did not wait for Wang Yue's response. He couldn't help but look sideways at him and asked, "What's wrong?"