Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 241 Sworn Poisonous Oath (1)
Harem, Ming Cui Hall.

In the plum grove, today's weather is just right, Helian family is out of the hall, and is pruning the plum branches in a leisurely way, accompanied by Lanting and Chixia.

Zhang Dehai came back from outside the hall, found Mei Lin, walked in, saluted, and leaned into his master's ear: "Your Majesty, King Qin has entered the palace."

The jade scissors in his hand hung in the air, Helian's eyebrows tightened: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Dehai shook his head: "It seems that he just entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation and went to face the saint."

This son has never entered the palace without being summoned. If he enters the palace on his own initiative, he will fall ill like last time.

I am not sick, not in pain, not in trouble, what is he doing in the palace?
Helian put the scissors into the rattan dustpan: "Zhang Dehai, go and see what that kid told the emperor."

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The afternoon sun shines on the blue glazed tiles on the roof of the hall, and reflects to the vermilion gilt copper ring gate, and the golden light is shining with a leisurely atmosphere.

Emperor Ning Xi sat behind a rosewood table carved with mother-of-pearl and agate, changed his court clothes, and put on a set of brocade silk regular clothes. He changed the majesty and dignity of the court, and exuded a loose and leisurely demeanor. , a bit of the elegance and casualness of a literati.

Emperor Ning Xi listened to King Qin's words word by word, pointing his fingers slightly on the imperial case, and at the end, raised his eyebrows: "Third son, this is unprecedented, it's rare for you to go out. Just go to the Hulong paddock, It takes about ten days and half a month to go back and forth, the weather is getting colder every day, and the paddock is still in the north, can you bear it?"

Xiahou Shiting stood at the bottom, wearing a purple robe embroidered with five dragon patterns, and a python belt around his waist. The sunlight from the skylight by the side of the algae well hit his body, and a faint yellow golden light shone on his body, making him look tall and straight. Taller and taller, his usually pale face was a little rosy, and his thin and clear lips held a little leisurely: "Father, my son is not in any serious health recently. I have seen that it is not a problem to go far away, and I will bring Doctor Ying with me when I go."

Emperor Ning Xi knew that Dr. Ying was a medical officer of Prince Qin's mansion, and he had been treating King Qin's personal illnesses all these years, so his expression relaxed, and he said indifferently without saying anything else, "That's fine, anyway, the daughter of Yu Wenping's family also wants went together."

Yao Fushou looked at the emperor's face and understood clearly. He just took this opportunity to ask the third prince to have a chance to get along with Miss Yu. Maybe he could take the opportunity of Qiushou to directly issue the marriage decree. He immediately smiled and said: "Qiu Shou is still a few days away, so the King of Qin should go back and make arrangements for the manpower."

Xiahou Shiting responded, said a few words, left the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and just stepped out of the corridor, a middle-aged man surrounded by palace servants and retinues walked towards him.

The man was about fifty years old, dressed in fancy clothes, and wore a goldfish bag on his waist. His complexion was fair and wrinkle-free, and he was well maintained. He had a long thick black beard. At first glance, he was from a noble family. Apparently calm, people can't see clearly.

Shi Yaoan, who accompanied him into the palace together, said in a low voice, "Third Lord, you are the prime minister."

Yu Wenping came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to face the saint today, to discuss matters related to the autumn hunting with the emperor. Unexpectedly, just as King Shiting of Qin was entering the palace, he just came out of the palace. He gestured for the servants who surrounded him to stop.

He stepped forward alone: ​​"His Royal Highness Qin Wang is polite."

Although the mouth said that he was polite, he didn't make a big salute, and his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, just like everyone else.

Shi Yaoan was not surprised to see Yu Wenping's arrogant behavior. The Yu family was deeply rooted in Daxuan. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the ancestors of the Yu family were heroes of Daxuan. To put it bluntly, the descendants of the descendants conferred officials and titles, and the fire cooked oil, and the flowers bloomed with brocade. In Yu Wenping's generation, it was almost at its peak, and among the courtiers with foreign surnames, no one could match it.

This prime minister, when meeting with Emperor Ning Xi privately on weekdays, is given a chair and given a seat. Apart from being polite to the prince, he doesn't pay much attention to ordinary princes. It's rare to say hello, only to hear the master respond to Yu Wenping lightly.

Yu Wenping looked at King Qin silently. The emperor intended to match Rouzhuang and the three princes. Like his daughter, he was a little dissatisfied at first, but since the emperor planned this way, he couldn't say anything. A prince of blood, but now he finds that he accepted, but the other party may not appreciate it. This third prince, he did not flatter his future father-in-law at all, just like today, when the two ran into each other, there was no extra intimacy Words seem to be a little perfunctory.

The eldest daughter of the family married Princess Anjun, the eldest sister of Emperor Ningxi, and the only son of the son-in-law, and the second daughter married the nephew of Empress Dowager Jia's natal family. They all flattered themselves and did not dare to neglect at all, because they all knew that the Yu family was a reliable towering tree as their in-laws.

Now it was the third prince's turn, but he didn't take himself seriously at all.

Seeing that Prime Minister Yu was silent for a long time, Xiahou Shiting seemed to be restless, his eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "What else is there for Prime Minister Yu? I will leave if there is nothing wrong."

Yu Wenping twitched his eyelids, a little unwillingly, and slightly swayed his sleeves, looking for something to say: "Qin Wang just met the Holy One?"

"Hmm." The tone was neither weak nor salty.

The atmosphere was slightly stagnant, and you could almost hear the sound of the air flowing. This posture of asking and answering each sentence made Yu Wen's usual high dignity a little bit unbearable. What's up."

"Qiu Hunting in the Hulong paddock, the third master will accompany you." Shi Yao'an had already seen the impatience and fatigue on the third master's face, and answered for the master.

The light in Yu Wenping's eyes flashed for a moment, and he stroked his well-maintained beard: "Well, Rouzhuang of the minister's family has also been notified by the clan's mansion to go with him this time, and he should be by the empress's side when the time comes. serve."

Empress Jiang will also follow Emperor Ningxi to the Hulong Paddock this time. Yejing will be supervised by Prince Shi Zhun, and seven cabinet ministers Yu Wenping will assist in the administration.

Shi Yaoan glanced at his master's expression, well, the impatience on his face deepened a bit, but Prime Minister Yu continued to mutter: "As usual, I will practice riding at the Xunlan Racecourse near the imperial city in advance for a few days If the king of Qin also goes there at that time, he can also teach the little girl that Xiahou will win the world immediately, and the riding and shooting skills of the royal children are all the best in the world, and the king of Qin must be no bad..." Xunlan horse farm is located five miles outside the imperial city wall In an open space far away, nobles like to ride and shoot. The racecourse was repaired and built by the imperial court for the princes and nobles to practice riding. On weekdays, eunuchs from the imperial horse supervisor were specially transferred to manage the racecourse.

(End of this chapter)