Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 67
After hearing what Old Master Yao meant, Yao Fengzhi immediately called all the workers in the mansion who were in charge of various things, big and small, to the main hall.

"Father, what do you want to say to your son?" Yao Fengzhi, who just wished for the old man's early death, now entrusted Yao Zhuanghe to the seat on the left side of the main hall.

If he relied on Yao Fengzhi himself, not to mention elevating Zheng Jiao's position, but if the emperor knew about his favoritism towards Zheng Jiao, it would be trivial to demote him to a local official.

However, if the old master Yao of Yao Zhuanghe edited a letter, he would take the responsibility and pass it on to the emperor.Taking advantage of Ye Yumeng's death to raise Zheng Jiao as his wife is easy as pie.

What's more, if Yao Zhuanghe, who is no longer in the court, takes the lead, others will not be able to find fault with him, and he will have a reputation of "filial piety".

Thinking of this, Yao Fengzhi immediately changed his expression, "Father, Zhi'er has not yet recovered from his wife's sudden death, what he said just now is inappropriate, I hope father will forgive me."

Yao Zhuanghe is not a fool, as far as Yao Fengzhi is concerned, compared with the bloody storms in the court in the early years, it is no different from pediatrics.

Nodding silently, Yao Zhuanghe Quan pretended not to notice, but sighed inwardly.

At that time, his wife suffered from dystocia and injured her body. A few years after Yao Fengzhi was born, she was killed by a typhoid fever in winter.

Now Yao Fengzhi has become like this, in the end it was because of his doting on him when he was young.Apart from his studies, even if Yao Fengzhi wants to go to the house to expose the tiles, he can stand under the wall and ask Yao Fengzhi to step on his shoulders to make a ladder.

"Father? Father, you just..."

Yao Fengzhi couldn't wait for Yao Zhuanghe to be stunned for a moment.

"It's okay, as a father, I just remembered when you and Yumeng first met when you were young..." Yao Zhuanghe sighed softly, and then said again, "Twenty or thirty years have passed by in a flash, and now the children of both of you are younger than they were back then." You two grew up a lot when you first met."

Seeing that Yao Fengzhi was already a little impatient with what he was listening to, and Zheng Jiao who was standing beside her had a bit of dissatisfaction and disdain in her eyes, Old Master Yao smiled slightly.

Then there was a long sigh, "Things are different, people are gone, I couldn't see clearly before."

"Now that Yumeng's child is gone, my father also looked down upon this and that. It was my father's fault back then. Why should I agree to this marriage and tell you to marry a girl I don't love, and then I will call Yumeng for the rest of my life?" I have never had a happy life as a husband and wife."

Hearing this, Zheng Jiao still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. If Ye Yumeng had never married her husband that day, how could it be so rare for her to be a second wife at this time?

"Father, do you mean that you agree with me to marry Gillian?"

Concerned about Zheng Jiao's thoughts, Yao Fengzhi specifically said that being a step-wife meant marrying a wife. Counting carefully, this person's attitude towards his lover is probably a bit desirable.

"That's right, I will open the ancestral hall for my father, ask for the genealogy, write Zheng Jiao's name in the genealogy, and be my son's successor." Hearing the meaning of Yao Fengzhi's words, Old Master Yao did not intend to save face for Zheng Jiao.

Zheng Jiao, who was standing aside, listened to the first few sentences, and her heart was full of joy. When Mr. Yao finished his last words, Zheng Jiao's complexion immediately darkened.

"Father, to my son now..."

"That's natural. My father will write a book and hand it to the emperor himself." After all, he is a son raised by himself, and even if Yao Fengzhi opened his mouth, Old Master Yao would know what the second half of the sentence was, "When the time comes, you Follow me with Zheng Jiao to face the Holy Spirit, so as not to feel uneasy."

"So, Zhi'er thanked his father for Gillian."

Yao Zhuanghe nodded, he didn't need his son to say anything, he stood up and walked out of the main hall...

At the beginning of You Shi, day and night alternated, through the courtyard wall listening to the voices of people outside, Yao Zhuanghe and Yao Fengzhi were thinking about the same thing, but had different thoughts.

　Not surprisingly (I didn’t suddenly think of other plots), the next chapter should be about poems or lantern riddles~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)