First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 589 Black belly (three shifts)

  The night fell, and the dealer's mansion gradually lit up with candles.

  People take down the lanterns under the corridor one by one, and then hang them up high after they are lit.

  Tao Fu Zhuang sat in the study and looked through the papers presented by Xu Cifu and others.

There has been quite a stir in the court recently. Xing Shangshu and Empress Dowager Zhuang have rehabilitated and restored their identities and powers. However, Taifu Zhuang stood idly by when the Queen Mother was framed by others. Some ministers believed that he was ungrateful and disregarded the affection of his brothers and sisters. Some ministers also suggested that he was an insider, just cooperating with Queen Mother Zhuang and others in acting.

  The opinions of the people are different, and the wenchen's tongue is doing this. If they really let them relax, they should find someone else to be unhappy.

   What Taifu Zhuang really cares about is not the quarrel in the court, but—

  His eyes fell on a landscape painting on the opposite wall.

   "Master!" The banker's steward reported with joy at the door, "The county king is back!"

  ……

   Outside the gate of the majestic Zhuang Mansion, King An, dressed in plain clothes, knelt down the steps.

  During the period of leaving the dealer, Mr. Zhuang has not heard from him, but if there is no news, it means that he is still alive. If he died, the capital would have turned the sky early.

  Tao Fu Zhuang did not deliberately seek him out, cutting off all his retreats, expecting that he would not last too long, and one day he would take the initiative to return home to beg for himself.

  Sure enough, isn’t it?

  Tao Fu Zhuang came to the gate of the Zhuang Mansion in a brown-gray cloak.

  The people were all dismissed by the stewards. Regardless of how Mr. Zhuang punishes King An, King An is his grandson. He can watch King An’s fall, but the subordinates cannot.

  "Little one, go to the storeroom." After the grandparents and grandson met, the steward also found an excuse to retire.

  Tao Fu said: "No, you just stay here."

  The manager is embarrassed: "Ah, yes."

  This is too embarrassing for him. I saw the joke of the little master today. If the little master will be in charge of the future, can he wear little shoes?

  Tao Fu Zhuang ignored the affairs. He walked slowly onto the steps and looked at the lonely figure kneeling on the ground condescendingly.

  After so many days, it is time to know that the days outside are not easy.

   "Look up."

  Anjun Wang slowly raised his head, looking melancholy at his grandfather.

  Tao Fu Zhuang wanted to say look at yourself, how thin you have become, but if you look at it intently, this will sully your throat.

Is    an illusion?

  How do you feel that this kid is still growing meat?

  Anjun Wang used to be a handsome and handsome man, but his cheeks have shallow cheek depressions, which are slightly thin.

  Now the cheeks are sunken!

  The face is round, and the face is blessed!

  Of course, it has nothing to do with fat, that is... just grow up, more like the sunshine and the handsomeness of the gods of this age.

   But it’s weird, isn’t it?

  He is so thin at home, he has put himself on weight after going out?

  The main reason is that the king of Anjun is squeezed by Gu Yan to work every day, so he does a lot of manual work, and his appetite is greatly increased. The people who come and go will grow stronger.

  Originally, he was full with one bowl at the mansion, but now he is a super drier who can hold two bowls and three bowls!

  Tao Fu Zhuang suddenly felt a little irritable.

   "Grandfather." Jun Wang took the initiative to speak, "Grandson is back."

This sentence finally broke the short silence and pulled Taifu Zhuang back from the situation that he didn't know how to react. Taifu Zhuang said coldly: "You still know to come back? I warned you earlier that you dare to walk out that door. Don't want to come back easily!"

  Anjun Wang lowered his head: "Grandson knows his mistake, please forgive me."

   Mrs. Zhuang coldly snorted: "Forgiveness? You said lightly. Everyone will be like you in the future. If you are happy, you will stay at home, and if you are not happy, you will leave home. Then what has happened to my dealer!"

  The Prince An no longer quibble, and bowed his head in a remorseful look.

The manager hurriedly persuaded: "Master, the county prince is also a momentary obsession. Since he knows that he is wrong, you should read it for his filial piety to you in the past and forgive him. The county prince will definitely not dare to do it again in the future! No, sheriff?"

   He said, looking at King An, who was kneeling there and bowed his head in repentance.

  Anjun Wang nodded boredly: "The steward is right, my grandson has suffered so much outside, and I will never dare to disobey my grandfather again."

  This is a bit unconvincing. After all, you can grow so well if you endure hardship. Then you can’t go to heaven if you don’t endure hardship?

  But Mrs. Zhuang really couldn't think of King An having any reason not to endure hardship. After all, all the relationships that King An could go to depend on were greeted in advance by him, and no one dared to take him in.

  Large inn and restaurant will not let him stay either.

  At most, he was living in some inferior inn with some broken silver on his body during this period.

   "Come in and kneel!" Mr. Zhuang said coldly.

"Yes."

  An county king responded, and the steward hurriedly walked down the steps, and the Fuan county king got up.

  The weak body of my own county king...

The thought of    hadn't flashed, and Jun Wang stood up on his own.

  Management: "..."

  Anjun Wang followed Zhuang Taifu to his yard.

  Tao Fu Zhuang asked Anjun Wang to kneel at the entrance of the study.

  Anjun Wang whispered: "Let me go and kneel inside, it's shameful."

  Tao Fu Zhuang said: "Do you still know shame?"

  Anjun Wang said very intimately: “I’m ashamed and it’s okay. It’s not good for my grandfather to lose face.”

"Humph!"

  Tao Fu Zhuang coldly brushed his sleeves, did not push the person out after all.

  Anjun Wang knelt in the middle of his study.

Since Mr. Zhuang wanted to give him a little bit of prestige, he would naturally not show too much concern for him, such as asking him how he was doing during this period, where he was eating, not having enough food, and whether he was dressed warmly or not.

  If he asks, maybe he will be able to spot a few sporadic flaws and clues.

  The county king of An looked at Taifu Zhuang from time to time. Taifu Zhuang knew about it, but he didn't think much about it, only when the child was looking at his face.

  He said coldly: "Don't think I forgive you so quickly."

   "How long will it take to kneel?" Anjun Wang asked grievously.

  As soon as this remark came out, Mrs. Zhuang was provoked. Did this come to admit his mistake? Do you think about it before you kneel down?

   Taifu Zhuang said angrily: "Kneel to your memory!"

  It was planned to let King Anjun return to the yard, but Mrs. Zhuang changed his mind and should let him kneel through the floor!

   "Master."

  The steward is here again.

  This time, his expression was a bit obscured.

  Master Zhuang knew, and looked at King An on the ground coldly: "You kneel down for me!"

   "Yes." An Jun Wang responded with grievances.

  Tao Fu Zhuang went out of the study.

  Anjun Wang hurriedly got up and pressed his ear to the gap in the door panel.

  The steward whispered: "Master, Jiang Ping is back. He said he has something to report to you, do you want to bring him here?"

  Tao Fu Zhuang looked back at the study room with the door open, and said lightly: "Forget it, you let him go to my tea room and wait."

   In charge: "Yes."

  When Tai Fu Zhuang returned to the study, King An Jun was already kneeling respectfully. Tai Fu Zhuang glanced over the landscape map on the wall, hesitated, and said to King An, "You go back first!"

   "Thank you, grandfather." King An Jun owed his hand to his feet, and stood up on the table.

  After he got out of the yard, Mrs. Zhuang went to the tea room on the other side of the corridor.

  And Jun Wang walked outside and came back.

   "My jade pendant is inside."

  He said to the boy guarding the yard.

King An was originally a very special existence in the Zhuang family, and he was able to freely enter and leave the courtyard of Taifu Zhuang. In addition, he was brought back by Taifu Zhuang himself, which shows that the contradiction between the grandfather and grandson has been resolved, and the young man dare not stop him. He, put him in.

Jun Wang hurried to the study of Mrs. Zhuang, and went straight to the landscape painting hanging on the wall opposite the desk.

  He just noticed that his grandfather had seen it three times during the process of reviewing the memorial, once when he went out to talk to the steward, and again when he returned to the yard.

  Based on his understanding of his grandfather, there must be a mystery behind this painting!

  He took the painting off, but to his disappointment, there was an ordinary wall behind the painting.

  There are no hidden grids and no cracks.

  Anjun Wang puzzled and said: "What's the matter? Is it because I am so worried? Grandfather just simply likes this painting? Is this painting invaluable?"

  It really seems to be an antique painting, quite valuable.

  Anjun Wang frowned and said, "No, there must be something wrong. How could a person with such a high-sighted grandfather be so nervous about an antique painting?"

   Click!

  Anjun Wang slid his hand, the scroll fell to the ground, and the top of the scroll was loose.

  He squatted down hurriedly, picked up the scroll, and unplugged the top of the scroll that seemed to be the whole but actually spliced ​​up.

  The shaft is hollow!

  There is something in it!

  Anjun Wang lowered the scroll, and a bright yellow imperial decree rolled out.

  An Junwang opened it and found that it was a blank edict of the first emperor, with the seal of the jade seal and the first emperor.

  If you write anything on this, it will become the emperor’s widow!

  Abolish your majesty’s throne, Li Ning, or any prince or prince is not a problem!

  Is this what Jiang Ping brought back from Yan Guoren?

  Is the assassin that Princess Jing left Qin Fengyan?

Since   Tsao Jing has such a powerful thing, why didn't she take it out earlier to save her life?

  It’s too late to deal with these doubts. King An only knows that such terrible things must not fall into the hands of his grandfather!

  He put on the imperial decree and hung the painting back intact.

  He came to the door.

  Thinking about it, then gritted his teeth and went back.

  ……

  The moon is dark and the wind is high.

  Anjun Wang hurriedly walked out with the imperial expression in his arms.

  "The King of the County."

  Along the way, many young servants and maids greeted him.

  He didn't care about any of them, and walked straight in the direction of the dealer's gate.

   "Shijun, it's so late, are you going to go out?" the guardian asked.

   Gun King An's eyes flashed, and he said in his usual tone: "I have something to go out."

  "Do you want to send someone to follow you?" Xiao Si asked.

   "No need." Jun Wang refused.

  Xiao Si is not good to say anything, and let him make his debut sideways.

  Anjun Wang stepped across the high threshold. As soon as one foot stepped out before landing, the majestic and cold voice of Mrs. Zhuang was heard behind him: "Stop!"

  (End of this chapter)