Kuai Chuan's face-slapping gold finger

Chapter 22

"Pa——" Aunt Chen smashed another vase, and all kinds of porcelain fragments were scattered on the ground. She stroked her heaving chest with her hand holding the handkerchief, fell down on the bed, and sobbed: "Master Guo How can you be so cruel, that's your uncle... woo woo..."

Zhuang Min sat quietly at the side, seeing that Aunt Chen had vented for more than an hour and hadn't stopped, a trace of impatience flashed in her heart, she said calmly: "This time, we were negligent, since Zhuang Siyuan insisted on protecting us regardless of our obstruction. From Qing Dai, we should be vigilant, presumably he has discovered something and has become suspicious of us, maybe he found the poison himself to take it, heh, unexpectedly, the prince will also plan."

"What?! He, how dare he?!" Aunt Chen stood up suddenly, trembling with anger: "I will tell the Duke of the country to let him punish such a wicked bastard! Hurry up and find my brother. Come back, it's bitter cold in the extreme north, how can your uncle bear it, woo woo..."

Zhuang Minjing resisted the urge to roll her eyes wildly, and persuaded: "Mother is confused, now father obviously suspects that you are going to assassinate his son-in-law, and punishing uncle is nothing more than a warning to you, why do you insist on hitting the knife?"

"Then what should we do?" Aunt Chen sat back again angrily, "Should we just let him slander for nothing? We have suffered this loss for nothing? Your uncle—"

"That's enough! Can you stop talking about uncle!" Zhuang Minjing finally couldn't help interrupting her. If you talk about losses, wouldn't her losses be even greater?After losing her uncle, she didn't know who could take care of the nest of little beggars. She rubbed the center of her brows with a headache, "You just need to live in peace and order, and my father can't bear you, otherwise, why would he just punish uncle?" ? When he is relieved, he will definitely come to you again. At that time, with your means, are you afraid that you will not be able to catch your father's heart?"

Aunt Chen was startled, she had always been a little afraid of this daughter in her heart, so she asked cautiously: "But, even if the Duke of the country changes his mind, it will be inconvenient for the prince to do anything, the servants in his yard are all newly bought. , was cleaned up like an iron bucket by Nanny Wang again, that boy named Zhao Fu is also a cunning one, and that Mrs. Jiang..." She pulled her handkerchief angrily: "Mrs. If the Duke is released, all our years of hard work will be in vain! Are we going to hand over the Duke’s mansion to him?"

"Mother, haven't you heard? The imperial physician judged that Zhuang Siyuan would not live until his thirties, but in the remaining ten years, his body may not be able to have an heir. Even if he has an heir, he may not be a son, and even if he is a son, he may not be able to grow up. Even if he grows up, when Zhuang Siyuan is gone and my younger brother is in the prime of his life, are you afraid that he won't be able to handle a kid?"

Zhuang Minjing sneered coldly: "As long as father's heart is on our side, anything is possible. In ten years or so, a servant who is loyal enough has changed his family. As for Mrs. Jiang, that is a fool. Mother must have forgotten Qingdai ? Mrs. Jiang may not know what to do when she comes out this time, maybe she will end up with a mother-child separation!"

In the main courtyard at this time, Jiang Shi was holding Qing Dai's hand, and said comfortingly: "You are a good person, thanks to you these days."

After being under house arrest for nearly a month, she was in good spirits, but her face was a little pale, with a touch of tiredness.

Yu Miaojun lowered his head, and said softly: "The madam has beaten the slaves, these are the duties of slaves."

She understood that the Jiang family must have heard the rumors about the son and her, and she didn't know what she was thinking at this time. In the eyes of the aristocratic family, giving her the title of aunt is a great compliment, but how can she be an aunt?If the position of Yang Zhaozheng's wife is not hers, then he will never want to marry someone else, but if he dares to have a crooked mind, although she can't untie him for a while, she will definitely find a chance to pay back. They don't know how many worlds they have to go through, As the saying goes, where there is no grass in the end of the world, why can't she be fifteen if he can be the first grader?
Because he had shared Yang Zhao's experience with many women, Yu Miaojun always had a little distrust of his feelings. The uneasiness that was forcibly suppressed by the mainstream environment and legal constraints in the previous life finally inevitably surfaced at this time.

But Yang Zhao suddenly knelt down, and said seriously and calmly: "Mother, my son's heart is in Qingdai, and he will not marry unless she is the only one in this life. I beg my mother to help me."

Yu Miaojun and Jiang Shi were startled at the same time, they never expected him to be so straightforward, Zui Miaojun felt as warm as the spring sun for a moment, and a smile could not be restrained crawling up the corner of his mouth.

Jiang shi secretly sighed, helped up her son who was kneeling on the ground, stroked his face, and stared at him blankly.

After all, Yang Zhao came with a soul, and Jiang Shi was not the real mother and child, so he also felt embarrassed at this time, and avoided it a little.

Jiang said: "In these years, it was my mother who harmed you. I thought it was for your own good to protect you and keep you away from intrigues, but she developed you into a temperament that doesn't understand the world. It's because of fear, without Mother by your side, you are worthless, what should you do if you were harmed by them? Mother... regrets it very much in her heart."

Yang Zhaodao: "Mom, what are you talking about? You love me so much, you protect me so dearly, why do you harm me?"

Jiang smiled, and didn't say much, just gently took Yang Zhao's hand, and Qing Dai's hand, and put them together. The eyes of the two young people in front of her were shocked, and she said softly : "Mother doesn't know the inside story of your poisoning the day before yesterday, but I have seen Wang Momo, and now that you are standing here again, I can guess how much I know, you have the means to protect yourself, and today I see you again. Qingdai is so decisive, it's too late for my mother to be happy. This Rongguo Duke's mansion is so big, and there are so many people at heart. Mother used to guard against those maids because she was afraid that they had ulterior motives, but Qingdai will never harm you. Mother can see that she loves you. You respect you, as long as my son can be safe and happy, what can mother be dissatisfied with?"

As for other people's comments, she has always been able to distinguish clearly which ones are more important than her son's.What's more, Siyuan may not live to be 30 years old...

When she first heard the news, she just felt that the sky was falling apart, and she wished she could kill Chen and the others immediately, but she couldn't do this, and she couldn't be as impulsive, stupid, and blindly confident as in the past. She had to consider the situation of her son, at least, she Don't drag him down any longer.

Yang Zhao looked at the melancholy hidden in Jiang's eyes, and knew in his heart that she probably thought of what the imperial physician said, but it was inconvenient for him to explain more at this time, so he couldn't help but feel guilty.He was moved by Jiang's maternal love, and the only thing he could do was to take good care of her on behalf of Yuanshen, so that she would not be disturbed in the years to come, and everything would be successful.

"It's just...your father's side..." Knowing that Duke Rong would definitely not agree, Jiang couldn't help feeling worried.

But Zhuang Siyuan and Qing Dai looked at each other with a smile, and then wrote lightly: "Mother can rest assured, the son has his own way." The words were full of confidence and determination.

It was the first time for Jiang to see her son like this, shining like a star, she couldn't help it anymore, she was so happy that she shed tears.

On August [-]th, the weather gradually turned cooler, and chrysanthemums were blooming everywhere in central Beijing. Large and small cultural gatherings and flower banquets also took place. It is rumored that even the Dingyuanhou Mansion, the natal family of the noble concubine in the palace, will celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival On the night of the chrysanthemum appreciation night, we will hold a banquet for the four princes to see the prince and concubine.

At this time, on the Mixiang River, a four-storey flower boat was parked in the middle of the water. More than ten women on the boat were playing the piano, singing songs, dancing with long sleeves, or striking swords. For the head of the hundred flowers.

Brothel culture was prevalent in this dynasty, Goulan tile houses were everywhere, prostitutes have always been cited as romantic affairs by the upper class, and there are even rumors among the folks that a certain emperor paid a private visit to select the oiran, so the biennial oiran test in Beijing often attracts Many officials and officials came to join in.

Ordinary people crowded along the banks of the Mixiang River to watch the fun. Those with status usually choose to rent a cruise ship to enjoy it nearby. As for the truly distinguished people, they are invited to board the flower boat and become guests of honor.

At this time, a young man in black clothes was sitting on the fourth floor of the flower boat, and beside him was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. The two discussed and commented on the performances of the ladies from time to time, only to hear the man in black clothes say: "Look This year, most of them are vulgar fans, meaningless at all, what does Siyuan think?"

The two are the present prince in the form of Mr. Zhao, and Zhuang Siyuan, the son of Mr. Rong.

Yang Zhao heard what the crown prince said, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, don't worry, Miss Sisi from Yanchun Courtyard and Miss Bailu from Zuihuanlou have not yet appeared on the stage. I heard that these two girls are both talented and beautiful. The place must be between the two."

"Oh? I didn't expect Siyuan to inquire about this, could it be..." The prince raised his eyebrows and smiled, deliberately hiding the latter words.

Yang Zhao smiled wryly: "Since I am accompanying the prince today, how can I ask three questions without knowing anything?"

The prince laughed loudly, and was about to continue teasing him, when he saw a young woman appearing on the bow of the boat on the first floor, singing and dancing slowly to the music, with a slim waist and fluttering robes, like a fairy Lingbo.

The prince became a little bit more interested, and only after the dance was over did he realize that this girl was Tan Sisi from Yanchun Academy, he was a little disappointed and said: "That's all."

Afterwards, he compared several people, most of which were boring, and the prince was not interested, so he turned his attention to Zhuang Siyuan: "What did your maid go to Zuihuan Tower last time? Could it be because of Miss Bailu?"

"..." Yang Zhao resisted the desire to complain, and said with a straight face: "I am here for family affairs." He narrated the recent events. Although the prince knew most of it, seeing his frank attitude, he still felt comforted in his heart. .

"So, you already expected that the Rongguo Guild would let Chen shi go, so Qingdai sought out Bailu, hoping to use her ability to share Chen shi's favor, so that Rong Guogong would no longer protect Chen shi?" Unconsciously, he had been poisoned for two years. Even he shuddered when he heard the poison of Thousand Days Kill. The prince was vigilant and at the same time hated the Chen family so much that even looking at Rong Guogong became more and more distasteful.

It's a pity that although he is a prince, his father's attitude is ambiguous, and he has raised the ambitions of the other princes. In order to avoid extra troubles, he dare not be too high-profile, otherwise he will be punished for spoiling his concubine and killing his wife!
(End of this chapter)