Lady forced to seek prince

"Sir, you and the second master are going to eat in the house, and I will leave it for you."

The room was small, and the whole family had to stand up for meals on weekdays, but now all sixteen households came over, and it was decided that they couldn't fit in, so everyone simply stood outside.

Anyway, the mutton soup was hot, so everyone ate it before it cooled down.

But Mr. Song was different. The sixteen households respected him, and he was Zhao Luoyang's husband, so he would naturally be invited into the house.

Song Er smiled and said: "I saw the excitement outside, so I ate together with everyone. It's been a long time since I ate mutton. My old man likes this one the most. This time it's thanks to the girl from the Zhao family."

Mr. Song's face was hot when he was told, but soon he was attracted by the strong fragrance.

In the room, the small table made by Zhao Xueyi has been set up, and the hot mutton and radish soup is placed on it, as well as a bowl of rice.

The rice looks crystal clear and is the finest polished rice.

On the table was a china cup filled with buttermilk.

Helping Mr. Song to sit down, Zhao Luoyang handed over the chopsticks: "Sir, eat while it's hot!"

Mr. Song tried his best to maintain his usual demeanor, but his heart was very anxious. He didn't know whether to drink soup first or eat a bite of mutton.

It stands to reason that it is right to drink the soup first, but looking at the stewed mutton, he seemed to ignore it.

In the past, he was often invited to a banquet, and he had never seen delicacies from mountains and seas. Now that he thought about it, those things were far inferior to the bowl of mutton soup in front of him.

Grandpa Song still put a piece of mutton into his mouth first, just as he thought, there was no fishy smell, but tender and delicious.

Radishes are just as delicious, and you can taste the sweetness as soon as you bite them.

Grandpa Song couldn't help sighing, and a smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Luoyang said: "Sir, try this buttermilk again."

Mr. Song took a sip from the porcelain cup. When he moved, he brought some wine from home to warm his body when it was cold at night. Who knew that he met bandits on the way and lost most of the wine. I finished drinking before arriving in Minzhou.

I haven't tasted the aroma of wine for a long time, the buttermilk enters the mouth, the aroma of milk is mixed with the smell of wine, and it slips into the stomach as soon as it gurgles, it is indescribably comfortable.

Zhao Luoyang said: "Sir, is it good?"

Grandpa Song nodded again and again: "It's delicious. Xifan's buttermilk and highland barley wine are the best. I only drank it once or twice before. The craftsmanship in the village is not bad, but if the wine can be stronger Enough."

Zhao Luoyang smiled and said: "There are five water sacs, filled with buttermilk, I will keep one and give the rest to Mr.

Five water sacs?

Grandpa Song couldn't help being surprised: "How many things have been given to you in the village?"

Zhao Luoyang counted in detail: "Three sheep, some buttermilk, milk, twenty pieces of furs, and also felt, dried meat..."

Grandpa Song took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Luoyang fixedly: "What did you say in the village?"

Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "I just met the patriarch of the village."

Mr. Song's mind was a little numb, and he got so many things just by meeting the patriarch?

Zhao Luoyang continued: "I'm not very good at talking, if I change my husband, Zhaizi will definitely give me more."

That sounded as fake as it could be.

But Mr. Song still felt comfortable.

Song Taiye said: "That's natural." Having said that, the next time I see people in the village, he can't be underestimated if he risked his life.

Grandpa Song secretly sighed, he came to Taozhou because he was desperate, and wanted to find a quiet place to wait for his death, but the result seemed to be counterproductive?
Not only did he go to the government office and the government school today, but now he is talking such big things to the little fox.

This mutton soup seems to be a bit expensive to eat.

but……

Forget it, who calls it fragrant?

Zhao Luoyang's eyes curled up with a smile.

For a while, her charm value has been rising.

From cooking mutton soup to now, sixteen households have given her hundreds of charm points, and the husband has given her 22 points since he entered the house.

Sure enough, when a person is full, he will feel better, and seeing a lot of good things can arouse his fighting spirit.

Sixteen households, although they can't give charm points by praising her, but as long as they are inspired and have some good thoughts in their hearts, the charm points will come rushing up.

If the system wanted to be upgraded again, she had to start with it.

Because there are really too many people in the sixteen households, everyone gave more or less, and she seemed to have made a fortune all at once.

"Shi Ping and Feng Laosan just came back," Shi Jiu said, "The two of them gave more than ordinary people, and they must have been inspired by you."

Zhao Luoyang looked into the yard, and sure enough, he saw Shi Ping squatting not far away.

Shi Ping was holding the bowl, his eyes were a little dazed, and he took a sip of the soup cautiously after a while.

"When we have money, we need to repair this yard first, and it is best to build a house," Zhao Luoyang, "so that sixteen families can gather for dinner."

Shi Jiu said: "This way it will be easier for you to collect charm points."

Zhao Luoyang nodded. If she was too far away, she would lose her charm points. If there were several long rows of tables, she would sit in the middle, so that she could collect her charm points while eating.

I don't know when this small expectation will be achieved?
It is best to come here several times a year, and everyone sits together and thinks more about what good days will be in the future.

Mr. Song drank a few cups of buttermilk, his cheeks were reddish, his eyes became brighter, he stroked his beard, and looked at Zhao Luoyang next to him.

"I went to the government office and the academy, and inquired about some news," Mr. Song said, "Master Zhao personally went to try the case of the Liu family. I don't know what the outcome is. I'm just asking about Jiang Zhizhou. "

Song Taiye said: "I found an acquaintance at the government school."

Mr. Song cleared his throat, he found someone, he didn't talk about how he behaved miserably, in short, he had made some connections, and it happened that something happened to Zhang Yuan, so he used this to say a few more words.

Of course, he wouldn't tell the little fox about asking for help.

Zhao Luoyang immediately filled Mrs. Song with buttermilk.

Grandpa Song said: "I heard that Jiang Zhizhou made great contributions in retaking Taozhou from Xifan, but the court has not allowed him to be promoted for a long time. Do you know why?"

Zhao Luoyang shook his head.

Song Taiye said: "The imperial court once ordered Jiang Zhizhou to rescue Princess Changle, but I heard that Jiang Zhizhou abandoned the princess for Taozhou, which angered the late emperor."

"But Jiang Zhizhou is also a hero, for the sake of Daqi's country and country, no matter how much the former emperor loved his sister, he couldn't do anything to the hero, so he simply let Jiang Zhizhou stay in Taozhou and never enter Beijing."

"The first emperor even said that if he could save my sister, he would give Taozhou in exchange. I don't know anything else, but the first emperor has heard people say it. You must know that when Princess Changle married far away, Daqi had just The foundation of the dynasty is still shallow, and Princess Changle has been in Xifan for many years, and she has really contributed a lot to the stability of Daqi."

"There are many courtiers in the court who are thinking of the benefit of the princess. What's more, when the Taizu passed away, Daqi was in chaos. It was the princess who helped the late emperor to ascend the throne. So it is not surprising that the late emperor said this."

"Furthermore, it is rumored that before Wu Songjie was killed, she was seriously ill. Princess Changle feared that there would be turmoil in Xifan, so she wrote to the late emperor in advance, and if Wu Songjie died, she begged the late emperor to take her back to Daqi."

Grandpa Song took a sip of buttermilk as he spoke: "In fact, there have been rumors in the market for a long time. Princess Changle raised food and grass, soldiers and horses to help the late emperor ascend the throne, and she made an agreement with the late emperor. If Usong Festival dies before the princess, the princess will When I return to Daqi, the princess will not return to Beijing, but will live in a state."

Zhao Luoyang looked at Mr. Song: "Could this be true?"

Grandpa Song shook his head: "I don't know, but since the word has spread, there is some truth to it. Even if the former emperor did not make such a promise, he must have promised the princess something."

"The princess helped the late emperor when he was in danger, but now that there is trouble in Xifan, the late emperor failed to save Princess Changle, if the late emperor has no regrets in his heart..."

Grandpa Song didn't continue, but Zhao Luoyang understood.

The first emperor's posthumous title "Ren", if he had no regrets, it really did not match his posthumous title.

Zhao Luoyang looked at Mr. Song: "Sir, tell me, is it possible that the death of Princess Changle has nothing to do with Jiang Zhizhou?"

What do you mean?
Zhao Luoyang said: "Maybe he is just a scapegoat. He doesn't appeal for injustice because it is useless to appeal for injustice. No one will make decisions for him."