Chapter 153

In another mansion in Luoyang City, a rare guest also came to the Secretary and supervisor Wang's family“ Madam, Mrs. Zhao is here. "

Mrs. Wang, who was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, was surprised: "which Mrs. Zhao? Old and small? "

The servant girl Xiaohui told her, "General Zhao Changyuan's wife."

Mrs. Wang was confused by the unexpected visitor's sudden visit. He stood up and walked up and down the room: "why did she suddenly come to me?"

Xiaohui saw that the hostess was out of her mind and asked carefully, "do you want to tell her that it's inconvenient for you to see her?"

Mrs. Wang immediately rejected: "no, this little girl is not simple. Not giving her face is equivalent to not giving her man face." Zhao Changyuan is now red and purple in the court. Whenever the emperor mentioned him, he said nothing but praise. Zhao Changyuan is also a famous wife slave. Where can I offend such a girl“ Besides, I have to meet her if I don't go to the three treasures hall. "

All the uneasiness turned into a false smile on his face when he saw Gong Yueyue in the main room“ Mrs. Zhao! If you want to come, I can clean up the house and prepare some good wine and dishes to entertain you! Girl, look at tea. "

Gong Yueyue couldn't stand these hypocritical courtesies. The first sentence cut to the point: "no, don't bother your wife. I'm really entrusted with something important today. If you want to ask your wife, don't refuse."

When Mrs. Wang saw her so straightforward, her anxiety was a little less. It's better to deal with a straight heart than with a cotton needle hidden in a smile“ Mrs. Zhao is a pleasant person. I don't need to talk to you about it, sister. If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly. "

She said it lightly, but after listening to Gong Yueyue's request, she was immediately scared like earth“ Ah, I'm afraid... Mrs. Zhao's request is too difficult. "

Gong Yueyue knew that things could not go smoothly without twists and turns. The other party would certainly refuse, so she had already prepared countermeasures“ Oh, really? " She walked up to Mrs. Wang, deliberately lowered her voice and whispered, "too often, Lord Zhang impeached Lord Wang for selling civil servants privately. Now it should be Luoyang house. I don't know whether to let the grand master see it first or the emperor see it first? Oh, I forgot. Lord Zhang was just drinking tea with my father-in-law two days ago. It seems that he asked my father-in-law to keep it for the time being. "

This speech sounded soft, but it made Mrs. Wang panic like thunder. Related to her husband's future, how can she choose another way“ Madam... If I help you, won't I... "

Gong Yueyue still whispered in her ear without any emotion: "Lord Wang's business, frankly, is to carry the black pot for the big guys. He is so innocent. If madam is willing to know current affairs, how can my father-in-law and the grand master let loyal and good people be unjust? "

Mrs. Wang put her heart down a little, but on second thought, she still felt uneasy: "that adult there..."

Gong Yueyue smiled and said, "Lord Zhang is the favorite student of master pan. Do you think it's a matter?"

Mrs. Wang clenched her teeth, crossed her heart and promised her, "then everything will follow Mrs. Zhao's orders."

Walking out of the Wang's house, Xiaomei helped Gong Yueyue onto the carriage. After sitting down, the girl asked curiously, "Miss, is the memorial true?"

Gong Yueyue smiled and told her: "it's true, but dad said that it's a big empty talk and has no practical evidence. It's useless to hand it over. It's better to do something more meaningful."

Xiaomei nodded, but she still felt puzzled: "why did you spare no effort to help master pan? They don't know each other very often. "

Gong Yueyue sighed and looked out of the window, as if he said to her or said to himself, "the enemy of the enemy is a friend. Wei tingyue or Jin can move pan Dashao now. I don't know what bad water he will take to our family in the future. Relatives and bureaucrats were originally irreconcilable contradictory forces, not to mention that they had a hard hatred before. When my father and my husband did this, they didn't want the situation to become so cold. "

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 tall as Zhao Changyuan, and as stable as pan Zhuqing, you have to play a twelve point spirit to guard against the hidden arrows around the embankment at any time. Now pan Zhuqing is an arrow target. Who will be next? Could it be her little white face? Little white face has tried his best to deal with the strong Liao people. How can he resist the conspiracy of the court? Where does he have those cities? Looking back on history, how many generals in the Northern Song Dynasty came to a good end? Di Qing, Yue Fei, Yang Ye... Which one didn't die in his own hands?

Gong Yueyue's heart was entangled by these negative energies all the way. As soon as he stepped off the carriage, he bent down and vomited on the ground.

Xiaomei was startled and hurried up to help her. From Gong Yueyue's pregnancy to now, I haven't seen her have such a big reaction: "Miss, are you all right?"

Gong Yueyue finally stood up straight. Xiaomei stroked her back and muttered to herself, "little man, don't bully your mother. She's hard enough these days."

Gong Yueyue gently touched his stomach and showed an unprecedented gentle smile: "they didn't bully me. They were good enough for me. I've made them run around with me recently and let them suffer. "

"The young man must be afraid of my uncle to clean them up, so he is so considerate to you." Xiaomei muttered and helped her to the gate of Zhao's house.

"Don't bite a young master. How do you know it must be the young master? Why not miss? " Besides, little white face loves to stick to her. Maybe he prefers his daughter.

Xiaomei quickly made a silent clean-up and gently reminded her, "Oh, miss, don't say this in front of the master and wife."

"Why?" As soon as the words were asked, Gong Yueyue felt that he had asked more. Why should he ask about the "glorious" tradition of offspring since ancient times?

Sure enough, what she thought was almost consistent with what Xiaomei said“ Master and wife, I hope you will give birth to a young master for them... The Zhao family always passes on one pulse and points to the young master to open branches and leaves for our family. "

"I understand, but who can say such a thing accurately... I'll try my best."

As soon as Yang Jinyi finished Cuju, he rushed over to join the fun: "I said, brother-in-law, are you going to be a imperial concubine in the palace?"

The whole camp burst into laughter“ Ha ha ha! "“ Poof! "

Even Zhao Changyuan himself felt very funny. As a big man, I should have been sweating on the Cuju field with the soldiers while the weather was fine, or I could have patrolled all strategic strongholds. No matter how bad it is, I can play chess with He Yong and Xiao Jun... Why should I not stick here and be painted like a puppet. It's ridiculous! But he was no longer happy and could not refuse. Because the painter was sent by the emperor. It is said that the little princess was frightened by a nightmare in the middle of the night. When she woke up, she didn't eat or drink. She cried and quarreled with the general's brother. The emperor had no choice but to do so.

It was not easy until the painter said "OK". After Zhao Changyuan untied the acupoints, his muscles and bones were sore and dizzy.

The painter took the picture and walked up to him with a smile: "marshal, please have a look."

The crowd gathered around to see what was going on.

Zhao Changyuan looked at it and felt a little funny. Although the people in the picture were majestic and dignified, they were not much like themselves. After all, people have been busy for a long time. Naturally, he won't refute people's face. He still smiled like spring breeze and said, "thank you for your great painting of Zhao."

"Ah, marshal, you are too modest! You have a handsome appearance and a great posture. I just think it's a pleasure to draw for you. "

Zhao Changyuan thought, "you are happy and bitter. I almost turned into a stone tablet and grew on the stool."

The painter casually said: "Marshal Fukuzawa is deep. It is said that his wife is pregnant with twins. I heard from the people in the palace that if the wife has a lin'er, she will be the only choice for the son-in-law in the future. "

Yang Jinyi, who was taking part in the fun, asked, "ha ha? What if you have two sons? "

"Well... Hehe, I dare not talk nonsense."

The soldiers and the talkative and cheerful old painter talked with each other. No one found that Zhao Changyuan looked ugly and sat on the stool for a long time without saying a word.

Until the people in the camp gradually dispersed, He Yong found the difference of Zhao Changyuan. When all the others were gone, he left alone, came forward and asked with concern, "marshal, what's the matter with you? What do you think? "

Zhao Changyuan raised his head and looked at him. His innocent and clear eyes looked helpless and depressed at the moment: "do you think what the painter said just now is true?"

"You mean, about the son-in-law?"

"Yes."

He Yong thought for a while, and finally answered him seriously: "although the painter's mouth is broken, he never dare to talk nonsense and make things up. It must not be groundless... What do you think? Seems... Not happy? "

Without thinking about it, Zhao Changyuan blurted out, "my son married a princess? Isn't it absurd? "

He Yong saw that his face was red and couldn't help laughing and saying, "why is it ridiculous? As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog son. If your children follow you, they will be able to master the arts and strategies in the future. If you follow your wife, you must be handsome and resourceful. Why can't you marry the princess? Or... Do you think the child is old... The little princess is not very old. At least she is a golden branch and jade leaf. What if she is older? "

Zhao Changyuan sighed, his whole body lying on the table and said powerlessly, "I don't care about my age, but I don't want my son to have a relationship with the royal family. And my wife would not agree to such a thing in the first place. " He knows his wife. She hates the engagement without emotional foundation, not to mention the compulsion.

He Yong sat opposite him and kindly reminded him, "but you can't help it. Don't you understand?"

Zhao Xiaobai helplessly picked up his arms and held his head, and made a stuffy voice: "I understand... I wish my mother had daughters."