Zhang Biyao walked into Wu's courtyard with her maid.
Mrs. Wu looked at her daughter who was approaching. She was slim and beautiful, and her actions showed the style of a noblewoman from the capital. She felt happy and sad at the same time.
Her daughter deserves to have a better life. But she can't sit still and wait for death. No one will protect their mother and son, so she will protect them herself.
Wave to Zhang Biyao.
Zhang Biyao sat next to Wu and felt that her mother was a little strange today. "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you tired?"
"Ah? Ah, yes. Mother has been socializing a lot recently and is a little tired. So I wanted to ask you to come over and talk."
"Mother, tell me, Yao'er is listening."
Wu took her hand, rubbed it twice, and looked at her with a smile: "You have reached the age of marriage, and your mother has never asked you what kind of person you like. Our Yaoer looks so good, Jing
Talented people are all available."
Zhang Biyao was a little shy and said coquettishly: "Mother!"
"I'm embarrassed to tell my mother."
"Why did mother suddenly ask this?"
"You are too old. Can't you, a mother, ask a few questions? Otherwise, your mother will just help you find a family to marry?" After saying that, he looked at her with a smile.
"That won't work!" Zhang Biyao refused.
"The person I want to marry must be someone I like."
"Then which one do you like? Mother, I beg you." Mrs. Wu still couldn't help but speak. This is the daughter she gave birth to after ten months of hard work, and she also hopes that she will be well.
"Well……"
Zhang Biyao tilted his head and thought about it, what kind of thing? Suddenly he remembered the person he met that day, the young master of the Duke of Guizhou. It was probably like that.
"He has a long body, a handsome face, outstanding literary and military talents, and a cold face, a little unhuman... just like that." Zhang Biyao recalled the person he met that night.
Wu couldn't help but laugh, "He has a cold face and is not humane? Such a person is so boring."
"No. Outside, you are cold and cold, disdainful of the warblers and swallows, but inside, of course, you must only be kind to me."
Such a person... Mrs. Wu was silent. How could there be such a person in the world? The Duke of Guo was not a womanizer, but he did have three concubines.
"Mom, just look for it this way."
Wu laughed and said, "How can there be such a person in this city? You are embarrassing my mother."
"No, I only saw one that day."
"Who? Which family's young master is married?"
"Belongs to the Duke of Guizhou."
From the Duke of Guizhou's family? That would be a good match for Yao'er. His status as Duke of Guizhou is enough. How about assigning Yao'er to him? Mrs. Wu hesitated in her heart.
"It's just that his status is lower." Zhang Biyao sighed.
Wu was a little surprised, and then she remembered that the Duke of Guizhou was stationed in Yunnan. Did his son want Yaoer to marry to Yunnan? No way.
"Are you talking about the young master of his eldest family?"
"Um."
It's that young master.
He has a good character, but his status is low. I am afraid that he will not be able to get a title in the future. There will be no benefit for Yao'er to marry him. It will not help Jie'er in the slightest.
"Then forget it."
"But he is really nice." Zhang Biyao's eyes lit up, and her heart was like a deer.
"Mother, I have inquired. He was originally the eldest son of the second wife. Do you think he will be able to seize the title in the future?"
"Then don't think about it. The title of Duke of Guizhou has been obtained by the second concubine, can you exchange it for the first concubine? Look at the current emperor, is it possible that the throne can be returned to the old prince's lineage in the future?"
That's definitely not possible. But it's such a pity.
"Mother, then you should look for your daughter like the eldest young master of the Duke of Guizhou. If you can't find a suitable one, your daughter will not marry."
Mrs. Wu looked at her daughter, she was afraid that she really couldn't get married.
Feeling sad in his heart, he stroked her face. Zhang Biyao felt that her mother was particularly gentle today, so she lay on Wu's lap and said, "Mom, I have a headache, please massage it for me."
"Okay, mother, press it for you."
Wu couldn't bear it and couldn't make up her mind. She also called Bingren and looked at the portraits and family background information of the marriageable boys in the homes of distinguished people in the capital.
She wanted to see if there was another option. But after looking at it for two days, she found nothing that she liked.
It wasn't until the 21st of the first lunar month that Zhang Fu's move helped her make a decision.
On the twentieth day of the first lunar month, each government office opens its seal.
Sealing and opening seals are important matters in each yamen, and grand ceremonies must be held.
Before the annual holiday, all government offices seal their official seals and close their doors.
After a month of annual leave, the ceremony was even more solemn on the day of the opening of the seal. Each government office was decorated with lights and colors, officials put on formal official uniforms, opened their official seals, and bowed nine times at the palace. Colleagues saluted each other and greeted each other.
That means, everyone, please be careful, the holidays are over and it’s time to go to work.
At noon that day, the printing was finished, and in the evening the Yamen would hold a banquet, where all colleagues would have a nice meal and socialize with each other so that they could work better together this year.
So, it’s officially time to go to work.
On the twenty-first day of the first lunar month, at the end of the ugly hour, Zhang Fu got up at midnight, packed up, and got into his carriage to go to the Meridian Gate.
At the beginning of Yinchu, I arrived and waited outside the Meridian Gate.
Looking around, he saw that many officials had arrived early and were waiting here. Zhang Fu and his colleagues nodded.
I felt relieved. Fortunately, the Zhang family lived close to the Imperial City. Otherwise, I would have had to get up earlier and cross half of the capital to reach the Meridian Gate.
At the beginning of the lunar month, before the white fish bellies appeared on the horizon, drums were beating on the Meridian Gate Tower. The ministers who were attending the meeting lined up according to their rank, and the palace gates opened and entered one by one.
Cross the Jinshui Bridge and form a team in the square.
Now no one dares to make a sound anymore. Even coughing or unsteady steps will be recorded by the censor in charge of picketing, and you will be punished for the crime of misconduct. Your chrysanthemums will have to be clamped.
All officials arrived at the Hall of Supreme Harmony and knelt down once and kowtowed three times. The first court meeting in the ninth year of Yongkang officially opened.
The emperor and the ministers began to discuss matters.
Generally, only officials of fourth rank or above have the opportunity to start a memorial to the emperor and report government affairs. The ministers will start a memorial, and the emperor will respond to the questions, ask questions, and ask the officials.
Zhang Fu is a high-ranking Duke and is in charge of the military affairs of the Governor's Office, so he naturally stands in the front row.
If it were in other dynasties, there would still be princes and grandsons in the front row, but in the Davidic dynasty, the princes left the vassal when they reached adulthood and were far away in the fiefdom.
After an hour, the discussion on court affairs was finished.
"If you have the foundation to start a memorial, if you don't have the foundation to retreat!"
The eunuch beside the throne waved his whisk, and his voice sounded sharp and clear in the hall.
Zhang Fu came out of the procession, holding a wat tablet in his hand, and knelt down towards the throne: "I, Zhang Fu, have a script to start this memorial!"
In the British government palace, brothers Zhang Xi and Zhang Fu were about to go to the Yamen to handle official business. Their eldest brother, who was returning from the imperial court, ordered him to stay at home, saying that an edict would be issued.
The lady led the servants of the house and set up the incense table. When the eunuch who delivered the order arrived, she knelt on the ground.
"...The British Duke Zhang Fu was in charge of the military affairs of the Chinese army. He governed the army with strictness and governed the subordinates with tranquility...His wife Li was posthumously named the British Lady..."