Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 860 The King Has His Eyes On You
Hu Zizhi didn't see any abnormality on Zhong Weiwei's face, and felt unwilling, but could only put away the letter and say a few modest and polite words.

Yuanzi's cry came from the side hall, Zhong Weiwei turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Normally, when it was time for everyone to resign, Chen Qiyun would stand up and take the lead in resigning, regardless of whether Hu Zizhi was higher than himself, and everyone withdrew one by one.

Zhong Weiwei got up and went to the side hall. Yuanzi was changing the diaper, and just now she pulled it again. This child loves to be clean, and every time she wants to pull it, she will cry and tell: "Hurry up and change the diaper for Your Highness!"

Hearing the mother's voice, the little baby snorted a few times, stopped crying, opened a pair of big black eyes, and stared blankly in Zhong Weiwei's direction.

Every time Zhong Weiwei felt that everything was just like this and it was not worth worrying about, she stepped forward and hugged Yuanzi and hummed softly, walked and patted Yuanzi, Yuanzi yawned and fell asleep obediently in her arms.

See you in the afternoon, first to tell her about the new trend of Jian Wu and Chen Shaoming, the black tea they brought is very popular, let the court escort the first batch of goods, the couple will continue to the next one The state promotes tea.

Zhong Weiwei was overjoyed, seeing Qiu Mao waved away the crowd, he guessed what he was going to say: "Is it because of the Dongling peace mission?"

Qiu Mao wondered, "Sister, you already know?" He thought Chonghua would keep it a secret and not tell her.

Zhong Weiwei said: "I know everything."

The siblings were silent for a while. After a long time, Qiu Mao laughed dryly: "It's good that he is still alive, but he has become a servant of Dongling. Although I still call him brother, I can't get along with him like before. He's close."

Zhong Weiwei said: "It's good that you know it, and you can control it yourself. Remember that you are not only his younger brother, but also Li Guo's uncle."

Qiu Mao said: "I know."

He smiled and talked about some government affairs, helping Zhong Weiwei to analyze and grasp the situation in the foreign court, I'm afraid she lived in the palace, closed her eyes and listened, and Chonghua was careless and didn't tell her, which made her unknowingly disadvantaged.

Zhong Weiwei saw that he was seasoned and proficient in handling things, and his brows were no longer as green as before, so he was very relieved: "You are not young anymore, and it's time to start a family."

Qiu Mao said openly, "I was also planning to bring this matter up with my elder sister. I am the only male left in the Qiu family's direct line, and it is my duty to carry on the family line."

Zhong Weiwei asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

Before Qiu Mao's eyes, a slender figure wearing a thin boy's robe and shivering in the wind and snow suddenly appeared. He was a little absent-minded for a while, and finally shook his head slightly: "No. Sister, let's figure it out."

Zhong Weiwei said: "Princess Huguo came to see Yuanzi in the palace a few days ago. She recommended several girls to me. I have seen them all. They are all good-looking girls. Take a look at the portraits."

Xiaotang smiled and held out several scrolls of portraits, all of which were the daughters of famous and hopeful families in Li State, with first-class appearance and conduct.

Qiu Mao looked at it casually, and clicked on the portrait of Uncle Qingyang's second daughter with the most obvious family background: "That's her."

Zhong Weiwei leaned over to have a look: "She is really nice, gentle and polite, but she is very quiet and rarely talks. Are you sure you like this?"

Qiu Mao said: "I don't talk much, if she talks a lot, wouldn't she think I'm bored? That's very good."

Zhong Weiwei always felt that he was too casual about lifelong events, so he said: "Uncle Qingyang's mansion is a long-standing noble family with a prominent family background, you can think about it, in case his family uses power to overwhelm others, or someone Laughing at you relying on the Yue family, don't be sad."

Qiu Mao smiled: "I am sister's younger brother, I have sister and Your Majesty to rely on, who else can be more prominent than you? Just her."

In terms of revitalizing the Qiu family and gaining help for himself and the group, Qingyang uncle's mansion is indeed the best choice, Zhong Wei only feels guilty: "Don't always take care of me..."

Qiu Mao said: "Sister thinks too much, I just think she is the most pleasing to the eye."

In this way, Zhong Weiwei had nothing to say, and led him to see the dumplings, and after school, he pestered his little uncle to accompany him to ride and shoot.

Without saying a word, Qiu Mao followed and left again.

Back on horseback and about to leave, he suddenly heard a middle-aged eunuch scolding in a shrill voice: "Did you think you were the former Miss of the Hou Mansion? You are just a criminal slave! What the hell..."

The middle-aged eunuch's voice was too shrill, and his words were extremely unpleasant, Qiu Mao couldn't help frowning, and then sent the young eunuch who was serving beside him to scold him: "Your honor is here, how can you let you act wild!"

The middle-aged eunuch hurriedly pleaded guilty and begged for mercy, cursing: "It's all because this little hoof doesn't understand the rules, quickly apologize to the nobleman!"

The palace man who was scolded bowed his head silently and knelt down.

Seeing that she was slender and frail, and her face was even more beautiful and youthful, she was not annoying to look at, so she said, "That's all, get up."

The palace man saluted again, got up silently, and stood with bowed head.

Qiu Mao glanced at it casually, his heart felt like a heavy drum was hit, and he forgot to breathe for a moment—this palace servant was Lu Pingting who was fined and confiscated into Ye court to do hard labor.

Lu Pingting had obviously seen him a long time ago, but she kept her head down and said nothing.

Qiu Mao was silent for a long time, and said lightly, "What's going on?"

Surprised again, he looked at Lu Pingting, then at Qiu Mao, the little ghost suddenly realized, and called the little eunuch who was accompanying him, "Go and ask what's going on?"

After a while, the little eunuch came back, his eyes flickering: "I dare not say anything."

Qiu Mao said, "Tell me."

He was cold and cheerless, and he didn't look at Lu Pingting too often, but he carried a strong air that couldn't be ignored.

The little eunuch leaned over and said softly: "This guy has taken a fancy to her and wanted to pair up with her, but was rejected, so he made things difficult for her."

The veins on Qiu Mao's forehead twitched twice, and he said flatly: "I know, tell them not to mess around, today they were bumped into by His Highness, if they were bumped into by His Majesty and Empress someday, it will not be so easy to get over."

The young eunuch ran to reprimand her, the middle-aged eunuch nodded and bowed, and kept flattering and admitting his mistake, but Lu Pingting remained in the same posture from the beginning to the end, with her head lowered, her expression numb, and she remained motionless.

He leaned into Qiu Mao's ear again, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, if you like it, I'll go and tell Aunt Wei, how about rewarding her?"

Qiu Mao glanced at him: "Who told you that I like it? If you like it, you might as well let her sweep the floor in your palace and do rough work."

After thinking about it again, he nodded and agreed: "It's true. Tomorrow I'll report to Auntie Wei and ask her for this girl. Hey, what's your name?"

Lu Pingting lowered her head, and her voice could not be lowered: "The maidservant's name is Qiushuang." The daughter of the guilty minister had no name after entering the palace, but it was just a name given by her aunt casually, just for convenience.

Then he said again: "Qiu Shuang, this king has taken a fancy to you, go back and pack your luggage and wait."

　Tired and sleepy, poor baby.Good night, angels.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)