Chapter 513: Embracing the Moon as a Gift to a Beautiful Woman (Thanks to the Book Friends 2017...
(PS: It’s a bit short. I’ll write about Qingjun Xiaoxiao later. Good brothers, I’ll refresh it at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning…)
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"Mr. Zhao, are you really not coming to our celebration? Your Majesty and your Majesty are very much looking forward to your visit. Your Majesty and your Majesty will be deeply regretful that he cannot come in person."
In the camp, Doukou came to Zhao Rong with four Xianyueli girls and asked softly.
After experiencing the Zen ceremony at noon, the string-stringed maidens of the Ensemble Division became more respectful and cautious towards Zhao Rong.
Even if it is Gongzheng Doukou who is below one person in the department but above ten thousand people.
The rare auspiciousness of the two bright moons rising together is still hanging in the sky outside the tent.
The person who created this scene is the young Confucian scholar sitting behind the table, leisurely flipping through a book.
"Take a rest in the afternoon and won't disturb the Queen Mother and Your Majesty."
Zhao Rong shook his head and declined the invitation. He turned around and glanced at the baby girl behind Dou Kou, the girl behind the four string girls.
The latter followed his sisters with a straight face, pretending not to recognize him.
Seeing that he was curious, the baby Fei Linu quietly glared at him.
Zhao Rong laughed. Before Daukou noticed the strange color, he looked back, nodded and said:
"Girl Cardamom, just go and celebrate happily, just pretend that I don't exist."
"Also, please go back and report to Your Majesty and Your Majesty that the ceremony is over. I have completed my duties and will be leaving soon. Please say goodbye to Your Majesty like Your Majesty and I will not disturb you again when I leave."
He smiled and clasped his fists.
Daukou pursed her lips, glanced at him, nodded, but did not leave immediately.
Zhao Rong was curious when he saw this, "Miss, do you have anything else to tell me?"
Daukou lowered his eyes, raised his hand and waved gently towards the back.
The baby, Fat Li, and the other four girls retreated obediently.
Zhao Rong winked at Xiao Qian'er, who was reading the Book of Songs "seriously" not far from the tent.
The little girl had just been taking a peek at Brother Rong'er, and now she saw him paying attention, pretending to study seriously.
When she received his look, she glanced at the bookish girl in palace clothes, then stood up, taking the Book of Songs in her hand with her.
I saw little Qian'er in a cute undershirt, with one small hand behind her waist and the other holding a book of poetry, shaking her little head, seemingly indulging in poetry, and walking away.
After cardamom enters the account, most of the time he keeps his eyes straight and doesn't look around.
But at this moment, after Xiao Qian'er passed by her and left, the girl in bookish palace clothes turned her eyes slightly and glanced at this cute girl in a skirt who seemed to be Mr. Zhao's wife. At the same time, she was holding an upside-down book in her hand...
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Seeing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help raising his hand and patted his forehead.
You little girl, you’re holding the book upside down, yet you’re reading a hammer with gusto...
Little Qian'er didn't know that she accidentally leaked the secret and humiliated the old Zhao family, and was almost about to be wiped out by Brother Rong'er to clean up the family.
Before leaving the big tent, Qian'er still had a crescent moon. She just thought that her appearance of a talented girl who was obsessed with poetry and books and very eager to learn must have frightened the "women outside", and she felt happy...
After everyone left, there were only two people in the tent, Zhao Rong and Daukou.
The former opened his mouth to explain the joke he had just made, but Daukou had already lowered his eyes, as if nothing had happened, and directly explained his purpose:
"I came to disturb Mr. Zhao this time, and your Majesty asked me... to apologize to you on her behalf."
Zhao Rong's expression recovered, he chuckled and put down the book in his hand, looking at the girl in palace clothes below.
"No need to apologize."
Daukou shook her head and said, "The maid doesn't know much about it either. She just brought a message to the empress."
"The empress said that she had misunderstood Mr. Zhao before. She should not have been suspicious and distrustful of Mr. Zhao. She also asked Mr. Zhao to treat her... this womanly person."
Zhao Rong thought about it and roughly understood it. However, he was busy with the ceremony of enshrining Zen. In fact, it did not have much to do with Dugu's attitude. Her suspicion and misunderstanding did not affect him.
At this moment, when he heard Daukou's message, the most noble and beautiful widow in Dali lowered his posture so low that he waved his hand and did not go down.
Daukou still lowered his eyes and faithfully followed his duty to spread the word:
"The empress also said that... I am willing to put an end to the misunderstandings that happened before with Mr. Zhao and no longer blame Mr. Zhao. In addition, I also hope that you will not mention it when you are outside in the future."
Zhao Rong was startled and subconsciously wanted to ask if he was talking about those little toys she had hidden to waste time, but he stopped in time.
He glanced at the girl in palace clothes standing quietly with her eyes lowered, and nodded calmly.
Those in higher positions are probably most afraid of losing face by revealing their privacy in front of their subordinates.
Especially women.
Who knows how small the mind can be.
Even if he loses face in front of strangers, he cannot lose face in front of his subordinates.
Not long after, Daukou finished conveying Dugu's words and said goodbye.
Zhao Rong originally wanted her to help carry the message and give a few words of advice to the orphan and widow, but after a pause, he still did not speak and let Doukou leave.
"Oh, I told you to mind your own business. Zhao Ziyu, Zhao Ziyu, do you really want to be Prime Minister Zhao..."
In the empty tent, Zhao Rong patted the edge of the table and smiled to himself.
After Daukou left, a little while later, a little girl returned to the tent holding a book of poems and pretending to chant.
The young Confucian scholar stood up from the table.
"Let's go, if I have free time in the afternoon, I will take you to meet my brother Hui, have a drink, and have a good time."
Xiao Qian'er nodded and said curiously:
"Brother Rong'er, you are very optimistic about him and want to build a relationship with him."
Zhao Rong patted the dust on his clothes.
Nodding and shaking his head.
"Yes, and no. I just think this senior brother is quite interesting. He should have a lot of stories, and he is a bit like a good friend I know. Well, he is the Lin Wenruo from Zhongnan Mountain I told you about."
He took Zhao Qian'er's little hand and led the way out of the tent. He thought about it and explained again.
"I just don't know if he can use the Dragon Supporting Technique he has learned in Dali to reach the same height as Wen Ruo in Zhongnan Mountain. I am looking forward to it..."
Xiao Qian'er looked at him with a slight smile and listened quietly to what he said. She liked to listen to everything, well, except when he called her a stupid girl.
"Let's go. I promised him a few days ago to have a drink and get together with him, but I ended up being busy and kept pushing back. The day before yesterday, he even sent an old servant to invite me. I was not here and went to Jiyue Mountain for inspection... Now it's time to say goodbye.
I have some time to go and have a drink with this senior brother."
Xiao Qian'er: "Oh, okay, I'll listen to you."
Zhao Rong glanced at the desolate autumn distant mountains, pursed his lips, and chuckled:
"I have wine this time. I wonder if Brother Hui has any stories to tell, haha... By the way, when I come back after drinking, I will take you to an interesting place and save some people."
The young Confucian scholar remembered something and added something.
The little girl hugged his arm and tilted her head: "Where? Save someone? Save who."
Zhao Rong didn't say much.
"Some poor women... go away and you will know."
The two of them walked away leisurely and leisurely.
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Duyou City, Dongcheng.
The Four Prefectures of Taiqing.
A flying sword produced by a top company on Wangque Mountain, taking advantage of the pleasant autumn wind, arrived quickly...
In the Nanci Jingshe, in the boudoir of an elegant courtyard, there was a certain beauty looking longingly at the west window...