Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 347 Chang Liao
Peony stood in the room and shed tears, looking as if she had been greatly wronged.

She was crying wildly, not shying away from Chang Liao in the room at all, but after a while, her pretty and tender face was full of snot and tears, crying embarrassingly.

The big girl from other people's family, even if she really encountered a grievance, she felt sad and wanted to vent her anger through tears, but anyway, it was pear blossoms with rain, sobbing tenderly.

But she, Wei Mudan, was fine, wishing that the sound of crying could knock down the roof, just like someone snatched a jar of honey from a doll.

Wang Yuzhou frowned, and his voice could not help but soften a bit, "Okay, okay. I forgot that you are not familiar with the rules of the mansion, but I was too nervous just now, so I shouldn't reprimand you."

As soon as these words came out, Chang Liao was even more shocked.

Was Prime Minister Right apologizing to that little maid just now?
An important minister with all the power in the court and the public can actually coax a little girl in a low voice?

He involuntarily raised his eyes and looked towards Peony.

Star pupils and teeth, bright and compelling.

Especially those eyes, although they are full of tears, they still make people feel clear and clean.

This doesn't look like a girl with a lot of money in the city.

Chang Liao was staring at Peony in a daze, when he suddenly heard a cough in his ear.

He hurriedly lowered his head, and bowed to the middle-aged man above him, "I still have important matters to attend to, so I'll leave now."

Mudan took a step forward and approached Chang Liao, "You are not allowed to leave! Save it for me to judge."

Her pink and tender nose twitched, and her voice was somewhat delicate.

Chang Liao was in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.

He looked at Wang Yuzhou embarrassingly, "Mr. Right, this...this."

Wang Yuzhou snorted coldly, "Nonsense! Let Mr. Chang go soon."

Peony pursed her lips and stopped being stubborn.

She moved away reluctantly.

As soon as Chang Liao left, he cried even more fiercely in the room, "I want to go back to Suzhou, and I won't let you old man bully me again."

Wang Yuzhou stroked his forehead, got up from his seat and walked to Mudan's side.

He took out a folded handkerchief from his cuff with his big palm, and handed it forward, "There is unrest in Beijing these days, and you can't go back for now."

Peony took away the handkerchief from Wang Yuzhou's hand, and she blew her nose angrily, "I knew that you, an old man, were uneasy and kind when you brought me back, but you didn't expect that you were going to imprison me in the mansion?"

Wang Yuzhou was in the embarrassment of being seen through.

He straightened his robe uncomfortably, trying to cover up his guilt by stroking his beard, but suddenly realized that his beard seemed to have been shaved clean by himself every day since the little girl entered the mansion.

"Is it prison or not? The truth is not Zhang Yan's kind!"

Peony pursed her lips, rolled her eyes and threw the wet handkerchief on the table.

He's really hot and spicy, but his straightforward personality makes people's eyes shine.

"You really don't want to stay in Beijing?" Wang Yuzhou asked her.

Mudan shook her head, "What's there to keep in this place? It's cold to death every day, and people from Suzhou Xiaoqiao look pleasing to the eye."

"What if the truth builds you a Suzhou garden in the future?" Wang Yuzhou raised his eyebrows tentatively.

"Only you, the right minister's mansion, can build a Suzhou garden?" Mudan said in a disgusted tone, and she spoke directly.

Wang Yuzhou laughed. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Who said it was built here?"

Peony said angrily, "You are old, and you still think about the golden house?"

She stood up, with clouds hanging on her cheeks, "Stop talking, I'm still cooking chicken soup on the fire!"

After finishing her words, Pingting rushed out of the house in a hurry, as if she was carrying the wind.

There was a smile in Wang Yuzhou's eyes, and the doubts about Peony's identity just now gradually dissipated.

As soon as Mudan lifted the curtain and left the study, the expression on her face changed from shy to gloomy.

It seems that the master is right, if you want to plot against this suspicious power minister, means and good looks alone are not enough.The most important thing is "true".

Black is white, and white is black.

True or false, the world is unpredictable.
When Wang Ruofu got off the carriage, he happened to meet Chang Liao coming out of the mansion.

She knew him as an idler in her father's staff.

Not even a sesame official.

But this person has not entered Wang's house several times for many years, so why did he come here at this juncture?

Wang Ruofou kept an eye out, smiled and called Chang Liao, "Master Chang?"

Chang Liao paused, looking for his reputation.

What catches the eye is a graceful woman in a Chinese robe and gold hairpin.

He squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then asked with some uncertainty, "Second Miss?"

A Ruo scolded coldly, "What second lady? Look clearly, this is the Ninth Prince's Concubine."

Wang Ruofu swept his eyebrows towards A Ruo, "Don't be rude."

Chang Liao slapped his head, and hurriedly gave a deep salute to the woman in the Chinese robe, "It's the lower officials who have blind eyes and didn't recognize the Ninth Prince and Concubine."

Wang Ruofu smiled, "My lord, you don't need to be too polite." She stepped forward to size up Chang Liao, and then asked calmly, "Your lord came to the mansion today to see my father for something?"

Chang Liao's expression froze, he straightened up and quickly smiled and slapped his eyes, "It's just because of some trivial things, but today I've been bothering the Prime Minister a lot."

Wang Ruofu has a heavy heart, and he has been familiar with the books on power and strategy since he was a child.

Right now, she has seen that Chang Liao's coming to find his father will never be as simple as it appears on the surface.

"If my concubine remembers correctly, Lord Chang should have served as Captain Xunjie for seven or eight years, right?"

Chang Liao nodded, "Prince and concubine have a good memory. After waiting for Xia, it is true that she has been in this position for eight years."

Wang Ruofu pretended to be surprised, and she said slowly, "Other Zhima officials have served the country for seven or eight years, and it is also the last time they were promoted to the fifth-rank position. From this point of view, Mr. Chang's official career is really not going well."

Chang Liao has a big body and a dull appearance, no matter how you look at him, he looks like a careless fool, but his eyes are extremely bright, as dark as pearls, hiding his thoughts.

"As a courtier, you must do your duty faithfully." Chang Liao said politely.

"It's true that you need to be loyal to your duties, but the rank still has to be promoted, right?" Wang Ruofu raised her hand to support Cuiqiao in her bun, and she said, "Or is it that Mr. Chang can't let go of the post of Captain Xunjie? How many years do you want to stay in this position?"

Wang Ruofu is well aware of his father's methods.

Regardless of whether it is a person or a thing, as long as it has value for use, the father can take it all into his pocket.

If the position of captain of Xunjie was useless to his father, he wouldn't have held a person to him for many years.

She tested Chang Liao just now, and she felt that this person is unusual. He has been an official for seven or eight years and only served as a small captain of Xunjie, which is really overqualified.

Her father's eyes were vicious and fierce, and he couldn't fail to see Chang Liao's talent.

If her guess is correct, Chang Liao should have been deliberately placed in this position by his father.

But why did he choose the post of Xunjie Captain?
"Prince and concubine are worrying too much." Chang Liao clapped his hands together with a smile, "I have important matters to rush back to the mansion, so I left first."

Before Wang Ruofou could answer, he just lifted his robe and left.

The breeze blows, and a faint scent of pine oil is blown away
　About 355 Lord Jiu is about to enter Beijing~
　　This book is almost finished, if you want to see life in the palace, see you later~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)