The Golden County Magistrate

In a blink of an eye, a large pot of pig's trotters was eaten up.

Still not satisfied, he ate up the yam, and finally shared the full pot of soup.

After eating, Tang Yun burped twice, a little embarrassed, and said: "Qingyuan, I ate up all the things Chen Yan gave you, you won't blame me, right?"

Qingyuan didn't eat enough, but of course she didn't dare to say that: "Your Majesty, that's not true, my things are your things!"

Tang Yun smiled dumbly and said: "You don't have to say these nice words, since I have eaten your things, I must return the courtesy, how about this, I will return you four pig's trotters."

Qingyuan was surprised and said: "But Your Majesty, where can I get..."

Tang Yun smiled and said: "I asked Chen Yan for it myself, how dare he not give it to me? Prepare the carriage immediately, I will go to Qingshan County now!"

The two women were stunned: "Ah?"

Leaving the palace immediately and going to such a far place, what on earth was the emperor thinking?

Tang Yun's heart had already flown to Qingshan County.

She was exhausted from the affairs of the court these days.

Thinking of the hot springs in Qingshan County, the various delicacies, and most importantly, the leisurely and happy atmosphere that could only be found there, she had been thinking about that place for every day these days.

In her life, Tang Yun had never missed a place like this!

How could she resist tasting the unique delicacies from Qingshan County again?

However, she was not willful. The Jizhou civil uprising was under control, so she could take a break for the time being.

The Great Zhou held court every seven days, and there were still five days before the next court meeting. The ministers in the court were also handling the overall situation in an orderly manner. If she stole half a day of leisure, she could rest and adjust herself, which would also be good for future political affairs.

Go there now, stay for a day, and come back tomorrow, and nothing would be missed.

Thinking of this, her heart warmed up.

Suddenly, her body trembled, and a sense of frustration surged up.

As the emperor of a country, he actually looked forward to going to a place ruled by others. Doesn't it mean that he failed in governing the country?

...

At night, Wuyin City, Zhao Changhe's mansion.

Zhao Changhe held a banquet to welcome Song Zhixian.

During the banquet, the former did not put on airs and treated the latter warmly as a brother, and even arranged for the prettiest maid in the mansion to serve him personally.

"Zhixian, don't be polite, just treat it as your own home here!"

"Thank you for your hospitality, I am flattered."

The two of them drank and chatted, although it was just the first time they met, they seemed to be familiar with each other.

He Dun remained calm and accompanied the banquet in the usual way, as if he was an irrelevant outsider.

Zhao Changhe occasionally glanced at him and smiled in his heart.

Now that he was in He Dun's control, he thought that he would be rejected at this banquet.

Unexpectedly, when he proposed to He Dun, He Dun agreed straightforwardly.

This surprised Zhao Changhe, but he was secretly happy.

It seems that being rejected by Cao Yu was a big blow to Chen Yan and He Dun!

As a result, He Dun had to keep his tail between his legs and dared not be too arrogant!

This was better. If he could win over Song Zhixian, he might have a chance to make Chen Yan and He Dun suffer a big loss again!

He secretly winked, and the pretty maid understood and increased her personal service. She almost sat in Song Zhixian's arms, picking up food and feeding him wine, and whispering sweet nothings. The ambiguity continued to rise.

"Yan'er can be said to have been raised by our mansion since she was a child. Although we are not called father and daughter, we are really like father and daughter."

"She usually has high standards, but I didn't expect her to be so close to you."

"It seems that you two are quite destined to be together."

Zhao Changhe said with a smile.

This was half true and half false. The false part was that he didn't raise her as a daughter at all, but intended to use her to please his superiors and as a tool for him to climb up.

This was his usual method. He would select some beautiful girls from the people from time to time and bring them back to the mansion to raise them. When they grew up, he would pick out the beautiful ones and give them to the people he needed to win over and curry favor with.

Female beauty is the best way to deal with men, and the effect is even better than fame and fortune!

This Yan'er is even more outstanding. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is also very capable in pleasing men, almost perfect.

At the beginning, Zhao Changhe even thought about whether he should just marry her himself, as he was reluctant to give her away.

There is no hope for climbing up now, so she uses it to win over Song Zhixian.

If there is a chance for her to become Mrs. Song, Zhao Changhe may even have the hope of manipulating Song Zhixian in the future and become the real controller of Longzhou without a name but with substance!

"Well, thank you for your kindness, sir. I really don't know what to say."

Song Zhixian saw that this pretty maid's eyes were frequently moving and her delicate body was secretly sending, which was indeed tempting, and he couldn't help but feel a littleHe was so confused that he couldn't speak straight.

A gleam of satisfaction flashed in Zhao Changhe's eyes, and he suddenly stroked his forehead gently, pretending to be drunk: "This wine is really strong. I'm a little tired. Let's just leave it like this tonight. Yan'er, you take Lord Song to bed."

The pretty maid said softly: "Yes. Lord Song, please come this way."

Song Zhixian laughed and stood up impatiently: "Okay, okay!"

The hand had already reached the slender waist, and he hugged the pretty maid and left.

Zhao Changhe stood up and said to He Dun: "I'm going to rest."

He Dun still sat still, with his right hand putting a glass of wine to his lips, and said lightly: "Sit down."

Zhao Changhe was shocked and furious!

How dare this guy order him!

Burning with anger, he suddenly grabbed the edge of the table.

But in the end, he slowly sat back in his chair.

"Does He Fucheng have anything else to say?" Zhao Changhe said with a pleasant face.

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Now they have the handle in their hands, so you have to endure it!

He Dun took a sip of the wine in the cup and said, "I know exactly what you want to do. As long as you are the prefect, I will have the responsibility to assist you. Therefore, there are some things that I have to say."

Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat and he forced a smile, "What does He Fucheng mean?"

He Dun didn't look at him, stared at the wine glass in his hand, and said, "How much do you know about Song Fucheng?"

Zhao Changhe frowned slightly, "We have never met before. This is the first time we meet."

He Dun put down the wine glass and turned to look at him, "I know a little about him. He is a womanizer, loves to make money, and is keen on fame and fortune."

Zhao Changhe coughed lightly, "Ahem, I don't know these things."

Although he didn't know, it was exactly what he wanted. With so many weaknesses, it would be easier to take him down.

He Dun smiled slightly: "But he has another characteristic, that is, he is greedy. If you try to win him over, I'm afraid you will end up in trouble."

It was not until this moment that Zhao Changhe finally understood what He Dun meant, and laughed: "Haha, He Fucheng is worrying too much. I'm just having a small banquet, how can I win him over?"

In his heart, he was sneering!

He Dun was scared!

That's why he pretended to be mysterious and tried to scare him, trying to stop him from winning over Song Zhixian.

Unfortunately, how could he, Zhao, be frightened so easily?