Shock!Crazy criticism that the regent’s first wife is actually me

Chapter 25 She just wants to have a career
"Young Minister of Dali Temple, Wen Rongchen." Hu Junde said in a low voice, "I think you have already dealt with him. I don't need to say anything more about his conduct."

Bo Yangui's face was calm, he knew this man, "The youngest son of the King of Han."

"To be precise, he is the son of a foreign family of the King of Han who refuses to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan." Hu Junde specifically mentioned this.

Bo Yangui said nothing.

"I know that you are now the regent, and you look so high up there, but in fact there are so many people who are trying to get you down, just waiting to make you fall down and smash your body to pieces." Hu Junde sighed, "When your father was alive, and I He was a close friend in private, and he trusted me in every possible way before his death."

Bo Yangui bowed and saluted, "Teacher."

"You have followed me since you were a child. Although you later went to Yan State, I still treat you as my son in my heart. Although it is not appropriate to say this openly, it is okay to talk about it in private." Hu Jundewang Looking at him, "I always feel that something is not right about this matter."

Bo Yangui's lips curled up slightly, "Teacher, his eyes are as bright as a torch, and his insight is like watching a fire."

"If you live to my age and still don't understand, wouldn't your life be in vain?" Hu Junde began, coughing lowly.

Bo Yangui's face straightened slightly, "Teacher's illness..."

"That's what happens when you get older." Hu Junde sighed, "Well, there will always come a time. Don't worry about me, just worry about yourself! Let Wen Rongchen do this errand, the King of Han should be surprised!"

Bo Yan returned and bowed, "Yes!"

"Young man, don't be angry." Hu Junde looked at him with a smile, "I see you are just looking for a reason to get angry this time. Is there some resentment you are holding in your heart?"

Bo Yangui said nothing.

"I've been like this since I was a child. I don't say anything when I ask, but I keep everything inside. Be careful of holding it back!" Hu Junde walked out step by step, "I heard that you brought a woman back?"

Bo Yangui followed closely and said slowly, "Yeah."

"Do you like it very much?" Hu Junde asked.

Bo Yangui lowered his eyes.

"It's love." Hu Junde realized, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Bo Yan Guiyuan is not a talkative person. When Hu Junde spoke, he did not say a word or answer a word.

No matter how the world speculates, he has an idea!

"You still have the same bad temper as your father." Hu Junde waved his hand, "Ask ten questions, and if you can answer one, it's considered good. That's all, I won't ask. You can make your own decisions about disaster relief. I'm not feeling well these days. , I’m afraid I can’t help you much!”

Bo Yan returned and bowed, "Thank you very much, teacher."

After saying this, Bo Yangui turned around and left.

When the person disappeared around the corner, Hu Junde coughed twice and said, "Come out!"

"Dad..." The pretty little girl poked her head out of the small xuan window.

The little girl was dressed in pink clothes, with pretty features, her hair was lightly pulled into a bun, and she wore a begonia hairpin on her temples. She looked simple yet elegant. When her father called out, she carefully scurried out of the archway with her skirt lifted.

No one knew that this was the prime minister's old daughter, Hu Yunmiao, who felt like a pearl in the palm of her hand and hurt in her heart.

"Stop looking, go away." Hu Junde coughed quietly.

Hu Yunmiao pursed her lips slightly, not looking too happy, "Dad, brother Yan, did he really bring someone back? I didn't hear any signs before, so why did he suddenly..."

"I am your father, not his father. I can control you but not him!" Hu Junde reminded, "You should stop daydreaming. If you have time like this, you might as well be at home, doing embroidery and writing with your wet nurse. Painting, please cultivate yourself and cultivate your character."

Hu Yunmiao was not angry, "Dad, do you dislike me?"

"I dislike you for jumping around, I dislike you for wandering around in the streets, I dislike you for not listening to the teachings and turning a deaf ear to your father's words, which go in one ear and out the other." Hu Junde shook his head and looked at his daughter who even disliked dogs. , "If I were him, I wouldn't look down on you."

Hu Yunmiao stamped her feet, "Dad, how can anyone dislike their daughter like this? Am I your biological child?" "I'm not saying that I dislike you. I want you to see your own conditions clearly and don't attack others. In the end, they just treat you like a child." You are a younger sister. If you say you are embarrassed, then you will also be embarrassed by your father's old face. Then... Hey, hey, where are you going?"

Before Hu Junde finished speaking, his daughter ran away.

People say that even a seven-year-old or eight-year-old dog would dislike her, but this girl, seventeen or eighteen years old, would still dislike a dog!
Suddenly, he frowned slightly, stroking his long beard and thinking.

I also dislike her, so that’s it...

Hu Yunmiao ran very fast, and the little maid Mei'er behind him chased him quickly.

"Miss, miss, please slow down!"

Before Bo Yan returned home, he went to Dali Temple and stayed there for a long time before coming out.

"Your Majesty?" Jingshan saluted.

Bo Yangui took a look at the sky. It was gray and it seemed like it was going to rain.

"Aren't you back yet?" Bo Yangui asked.

Jingshan nodded, "Still in Fude Building, I don't know what I'm doing. Our people don't dare to get too close to avoid being noticed by her. Fortunately, there are Zhilan and Zhiyue following us. When they come back, I will humbly ask."

Bo Yangui stepped forward and left. He didn't know what delicious food there was in Fude Tower that made them so happy and reluctant to miss Shu.

I can't say it's delicious, but I'm really stunned.

The shopkeeper originally thought that Yan Wan could not be more than a country woman. Although she was beautiful, she was just a showman. Unexpectedly, after joining the kitchen, she was even better than his own cooks, especially with her knife skills.

The tofu shreds are as thin as hair, with distinct strands.

"Mrs. Wan's sword skills are probably incompetent if she doesn't have several or more than ten years of experience." The shopkeeper admired, "Who do you want to learn from?"

Yan Wan smiled and said, "Who else do I need to learn from? You can figure it out yourself!"

"I admire you for being self-taught!" said the shopkeeper.

Yan Wan looked at the dishes on the table, "Roasted mandarin ducks, magnolia slices, plain spring, Wensi tofu, almond cheese... What do the shopkeepers think?"

For a moment, no one understood what Yan Wan wanted to do.
"Mrs. Wan, what exactly do you want to say?" the shopkeeper asked.

Yan Wan took a step forward, approached the shopkeeper and whispered, "I just want to ask you, with my skills, am I qualified to open a second Ford House?"

"The second one?" The shopkeeper was stunned.

Is this to steal business?

"Fude Tower." Yan Wan smiled, "Don't you understand yet?"

The shopkeeper understood that she was trying to cut off his escape, and his expression immediately changed.

"Are you stupid?" Yan Wan raised her forehead, "I mean, the second Ford House. Now, do you understand?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, "I don't understand!"

Yan Wan almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood on his face, "How do you think you can manage such a big restaurant with your brain? Are you not afraid of making silly calculations?"

"Wait, the second one?" The shopkeeper seemed to vaguely understand, "Me... and you?"

Yan Wan grinned, "You provide the money, I provide the people, and we make money from both inside and outside the capital. What do you think, shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper slaps his thigh, isn't this cooperation?
(End of this chapter)