win the hairpin

Chapter 8 King Jin
And Mrs. Yan was born by herself, and she knew it well, she smiled at Mrs. Chen twice, then turned to the lady present and said: "Why do you have to be serious about children's things."

Chen said firmly: "It's better to ask clearly, it's not too small, the girls should have seen it clearly."

Qi Yu held his stomach full of words to say, and just about to open his mouth to say that he saw clearly, Madam Qi stopped him and gave him a hard look.

It doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong, it is self-evident who is more important between the Song family and the Yan family.

Song Huiyue's mistakes are also wrong, and right is also wrong.

There was silence, no one spoke, Madam Yan smiled with satisfaction.

However, just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard someone shout "Prince" in the alley separated by the rose shelf.

A drop of sweat flowed from Mrs. Yan's forehead to her chin, and dripped silently onto her clothes.

Before she had time to wipe it off, she quickly knelt down and said Wanfu deeply.

Then everyone heard King Jin's voice, with a smile in his voice, very gentle.

"What dispute? Xiao Wang is fine and just came to testify to you."

The garden was vast, and his voice penetrated into everyone's ears. Through the densely blooming flowers, they could vaguely see King Jin leaning on the moon gate, so close at hand.

Everyone didn't dare to vent their anger, and they didn't dare to wipe their sweat rashly.

Naturally, no one spoke.

Huluo Pingyang is also a tiger, Tianhuang nobles, how can they compete.

"Huh?" King Jin's voice came again clearly.

Mrs. Yan hurriedly said: "Returning to the lord, it's because the little girl and the young lady of the Song family had a misunderstanding, there is no dispute, please worry about the lord."

King Jin didn't mean to go down the steps, but instead said: "I want to know what the misunderstanding is."

Madam Yan was about to reveal the matter with words, when a servant in Tsing Yi had already walked over from the side of the flower wall, standing ten steps away from everyone.

Seeing this servant, Mrs. Yan's astonishment flashed across her face, she lowered her head and gave a shallow blessing.

The servant first looked at Song Huiyue, who had her head down slightly, and then glanced at Qi Yu, and said to Qi Yu, "Please let me know, little lady of the Qi family."

Qi Yu's eyes lit up immediately, and then he looked carefully at his mother.

Mrs. Qi nodded helplessly.

Qi Yu just now told the ins and outs of the future like beans in a bamboo tube.

For a while, the garden became more quiet, and the quiet people could hear their own breathing.

The past was full of wind and rain, and the past was unbearable.

Song Huiyue is like this, and Jin Wang is also like this.

King Jin was silent for a moment, and asked, "What about Mr. Yan?"

A strict voice came from behind the flower wall: "It's the officials who teach you poorly, and the clumsy girl who speaks without restraint. Your lord forgives your sins."

Yue Huaiyu took a step forward and gave a blessing to King Jin's direction: "My lord, Sister Yan is young, and she often offends Mrs. Song in her words. Please don't be too harsh on my lord and Lord Yan."

King Jin didn't say a word, instead he heard the sound of footsteps. Looking forward following the sound, King Jin's figure flashed past where the roses were sparse.

Tall, with a slender waist and long legs, he wore a purple robe with noble air, and the red flowers in full bloom stretched out far away, brushing his peach blossom eyes that seemed drunk but not drunk. The brighter the flowers and the sun, the more handsome he would be. and gloomy.

The girls were fascinated by watching it, and the wives also admitted from the bottom of their hearts that King Jin is simply the best in the world.

The servant didn't follow, instead, he walked up to Mrs. Chen, and bowed slightly in Song Huiyue's direction: "My lady is upset, so don't force me to stay. I will send my wife and eldest lady home."

Chen quickly said: "Why bother the nobleman."

The waiter bowed and did not move, then Mrs. Chen bid farewell to Mrs. Yan and led Song Huiyue out.

Madam Yan's face was burning with pain.

Mrs. Qi approached Mrs. Yan and whispered: "Do you know this nobleman?"

Madam Yan asked others to play, while whispering: "Everyone around the Empress Dowager knows Huang Ting, the head of the palace."

When the Queen Mother passed away, King Jin was only eight years old.

At that time, the Empress Dowager knew that her destiny was coming, so she tried her best to let the eight-year-old King Jin out of the cabinet.

If the Empress Dowager hadn't been far-sighted, if the King of Jin was still in the court ten years ago, his life would have been in jeopardy.

After the Empress Dowager left, Mrs. Yan never saw Huang Ting.

Mrs. Qi smiled and said: "We only know that we are different from the general servants, but we didn't expect to be someone close to the Empress Dowager."

There are many noble people around King Jin.

Jin Wang, who was mediating with Yan Shi, did not stay long, and returned to the mansion under the scorching sun.

He bathed and changed his clothes, waved his servants away, and walked into the study.

The shade outside the study pours down and leaks into the study. The ground paved with nanmu is simple and delicate, making the study even more spacious and quiet.

In the middle is a table, case, chair, and a jade grid. On the jade grid are two bamboo-tube Xuan brushes, and next to it are juan paper and Shezhou inkstone.

Behind the table is a bamboo couch with a small table, and behind the couch is a screen for sailing boats with green mountains and green waters.

Xie Chuan and his son had been waiting inside for a long time, when they saw King Jin coming back, they quickly stood up and bowed to the end.

King Jin walked in, sat on the couch, propped his head on the small table with his right hand, played with the Buddhist beads with his left hand on his side, bent his right leg, put his left leg on it, and let go of the gentle and elegant disguise, revealing his true face.

"Sit down and talk about something new."

Xie Chuan lifted up his gray robe and sat down: "My lord, as soon as Yan Zhizhou came, he cleaned up the Wu'an army in the name of accumulated evils."

King Jin's eyes moved slightly: "It doesn't matter, Tanzhou is not an important place."

Xie Zhou said: "But we don't have a standing army to use in key areas."

His son inherited his mother's appearance, with a face like a peach blossom, and inherited his father's career, serving the King of Jin as a small secretary and joining the army.

Xie Chuan smiled apologetically: "The most urgent task is to push His Majesty to let you return to Beijing. The matter of military power can be discussed in a long-term manner."

King Jin nodded: "Father is weak, the whole court is controlled by the Zhang family, so we have to be ruthless."

Before Xie Chuan could answer, his stern expression suddenly softened, and the strong fragrance of camphor tree drifted in from the bamboo curtain along the wind.

"What is Little Moon doing?"

Xie Chuan was stunned for a moment, then realized: "She seems to have had a rift with her cousin surnamed Huang, Yin Xiao stole Qi Cangsi's ten dragon regiments, and found an idler named Jiang Gan to sell them to lure Huang Wenqiu into the urn. "

King Jin smiled helplessly: "This bad moon."

Xie Chuan said again: "Qi Cangsi's ten cups of tea were given away by us. He is very stingy, and he will definitely not let it go. I'm afraid Mrs. Song will make too much trouble and it will be difficult to deal with it."

"I'll clean it up for her if it gets too big." King Jin nodded slowly, and couldn't help but gnash his teeth. "Yin Xiao is good at skills, but it's very dangerous."

Xie Zhou said again: "There is no danger for Mrs. Song."

"She has always been bold," King Jin didn't take it seriously, "It's just that Yin Xiao's origin is unknown, so I don't trust him to stay in the Song family."

Xie Zhou said again: "Miss Song likes it."

Xie Chuan shouted, "Shut your mouth!"

King Jin was accustomed to this dog mouth, and waved his hand: "Myna go to You Song, ask him to pay a high price, push Huang Wenqiu."

(End of this chapter)