After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 117 Marriage
Qi Cun was even more dissatisfied when he thought that he had less time to sleep with his wife in his arms during this period.

"I used to be timid, but at least I was obedient. Over the years, I have listened to people talking nonsense, and I have become more and more confused."

The late emperor appointed three auxiliary ministers. Qi Cun held great power and could not interfere too much in the emperor's internal affairs. The young emperor's education over the years had been under the control of Prince Gong. He did not know what was instilled in him, and he grew up to be like this. Such a stupid look.

Qiao Yuan saw the man's brows furrowed and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to smooth it out.

Qi Cun's eyes fell on her face.

If Qiao Yuan was still a little green five years ago, she has grown more and more in these years, and has become more beautiful. Her skin is like gelatin, and her eyes are clear. Even the brightest rouge can't compare to the beauty's natural lip color, and she is actually so faintly beautiful. It makes people afraid to look directly.

Only her brows and eyes were still pampered and innocent, mixed with Qiu Yan's style.

Whenever the man was excited on the bed, he would say some stupid words that he wished he could die inside her body, which would make the beauty curl up her white jade-like toes in shame, but only Qi Cun knew that there was some truth in it.

Everyone in the world is dirty and dull, but she is the clean little beauty who belongs to Qicun alone.Qiao Yuan didn't know what kind of illness this person had. He looked at her for a long time and then suddenly hugged her: "Daughter-in-law, don't leave me."

He said these words every day, and Qiao Yuan was used to it, so she responded by tugging his hair perfunctorily.

Taishi Li was selected by the late emperor as one of the three auxiliary ministers five years ago. However, he had lost energy over the years and slowly retired. However, he was full of talents and still had great influence among scholars.

Early the next morning, Qiao Yuan took Brother Ting to the Taishi Mansion for a banquet.

The banquet in Taishi's Mansion was extremely lively, with celebrities gathered, and the mansions were lined with rows of buildings, displaying their rich heritage.

Qiao Yuan received a warm welcome as soon as she entered the door. Mrs. Li specially asked her daughter-in-law to follow her throughout the whole process and introduce the garden of the house to Qiao Yuan. Brother Ting was attracted by the other children and played together.

Although Qi Cun has been very powerful over the years, it is rare for someone to rush into Qiao Yuan without a long-sighted approach. However, since the Grand Master's Mansion seems to be the same as the three princes, there is no need for such unusual enthusiasm.

Qiao Yuan didn't care at the moment. The Taishi's Mansion was very considerate, as expected of a century-old family, and the food, drink and entertainment were all full of ingenuity. She really enjoyed her trip and was left alone after the banquet.

Although she guessed that the Grand Master's Mansion had a plot, she was still confused when she heard it. "What the old lady means is..."

Mrs. Li also looked a little unnatural. Qiao Yuan was considered her junior, but they had equal titles, so it was still awkward to talk about this kind of thing.

But she had experienced the storm after all. When she grabbed Qiao Yuan's hand, she was first surprised by the tender and soft touch. Then she saw that her fingers on the tea cup were warm and delicate, and she secretly thought that Lord Zhen Guo was really a blessing.

Fortunately, Mrs. Li quickly adjusted: "I just want to get married with your family. My fifth granddaughter, named Sister Rong, is top-notch in women's skills. I won't be insulted even if I think about it." Your noble lord."

Qiao Yuan thought of the little girl who had just been led by the Li family's daughter-in-law to see her as a gift. At that time, she took off the jade bracelet on her hand and gave it to the little girl as a greeting gift. She never imagined that this was the Li family's plan.

Qiao Yuan was a little helpless and blinked, "If I remember correctly, Miss Li is only nine years old this year."

Mrs. Li became more and more enthusiastic: "As the saying goes, a female junior should hold a gold brick. Isn't this right?"

Over the years, Zaizai grew up slowly and entered a school. Qiao Yuan occasionally heard people say that the prince of Duke Zhen was very talented and very similar to his father.

But Qiao Yuan still had the image in her mind of her son hugging her leg when she went out this morning, pitifully begging her to let Qicun lighten his tasks. She really couldn't imagine such a young boy marrying a wife, so she could only refuse.

"This matter is so big that I cannot make the decision on my own. I have to go back and discuss it with the Duke."

Mrs. Li understands that Qi Jing is the only son of the Zhen Guo Duke. Now that the Zhen Guo Duke has sole power, there must be many people who want to get married, so they must be cautious about marriage.

She was a little disappointed that she didn't get married to Qiao Yuan on the spot. After Qiao Yuan left, Mrs. Li thought of the palace, with a hint of worry deep in her eyes.Qiao Yuan sat on the carriage returning home, thinking that Qi Cun would share what she had seen today with him when he came back, but she didn't know that her husband-in-law also missed his delicate and soft little beauty very much at this moment.

The whole court was almost noisy.

It's still a flood in the Yellow River. The damage has been done. What we have to do now is to think about how to make up for it as soon as possible.

Qi Cun asked the Ministry of Household Affairs to allocate money for disaster relief and when he drafted the quota of disaster relief officials, he encountered another obstacle.

This flood did not involve large-scale casualties, and there was no epidemic that scares people the most after every disaster. The risk is small and the reputation is great. In the eyes of some people, isn't it just a fat job?
Therefore, each faction is taking great pains to compete for benefits, and they all want to recommend people from their own party to join.

The dignified Jinluan Hall was as noisy as a vegetable market.

The various factions were almost drying up on the quarrel. They finally remembered that the most powerful Duke Zhenguo had not yet spoken, and they all looked at the majestic figure in front of them.

An official said cautiously: "I wonder what the Duke of Zhen Guo has to say?"

Qi Cun chuckled in his heart. No one could see the sarcasm in his heart. They could only see Duke Zhen's eyes were cold and solemn, and his expression became more majestic. They couldn't help but lower their heads.

Qi Cun looked at the emperor: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Li Xing was sitting on the dragon chair. He was thin and slim. When he was named, he hesitated and said: "I think... Mr. Qian, the Minister of Rites, is pretty good."

Qi Cun's face turned completely cold this time.

Qian is a royalist. He has been an official in Beijing for decades and has never been released. He has grown fat and strong. He does not understand the local situation at all. He is afraid that he will become a soft-footed shrimp as soon as he gets off the carriage.

As an emperor, Li Xing didn't think about how to solve the problems faced by the people. Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity to make profits. He didn't have the slightest responsibility of an emperor.

Qi Cun ran out of patience and made the final decision: "Chen Mi listens to the order."

Someone in the queue stepped forward and knelt down: "I'm here."

"Master Chen participated in the Yellow River flood discharge ten years ago. He should have experience. You will be in charge this time."

Everyone dared not speak.

After going to court, the emperor's bedroom
Li Xing swung the inkstone off the table, and his originally delicate facial features were now only distorted by anger. "Is he the emperor or am I the emperor?"

After he threw the things on the table, he still couldn't understand his hatred. When he swept all the porcelain bottles off the shelf, there were crackling sounds in the hall.

The people of the palace stood guard at the door, watching the scene with their eyes, nose and nose.

The personal servant also said: "The Duke of Zhen is becoming more and more arrogant now, and he dares to openly refute your face. People outside are saying..."

Li Xing: "What did you say?"

The waiter seemed a little scared and hesitated.

"How can the Duke of Zhen be a minister now? He directly passes you over and issues edicts every time. He doesn't take His Majesty seriously. It's clear...he clearly considers himself to be your father-in-law."

(End of this chapter)