The unlucky county princess and the crown prince

Hearing his wife's words, Zhao guohou's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't pay attention to the East parents and the west families who were between the women's families. He thought, "well, I won't see her. Go and see her."

"Yes Mrs. Xue couldn't hide her curiosity. How could Zhong come to see her at this time?

Xue Nan led Zhong to the Xiaohua Hall of the Marquis's residence in the state of Zhao

In the order of Donglan's nobility, the Duke of the state was higher than the Duke of the state, but the son of the Duke of the state had to be downgraded one rank when he was hereditary.

That is to say, today's Lin Shangshu is the same rank as Zhao guohou in terms of title, but he is also a marquis, but his treatment is very different. The Marquis of Lin Shangshu inherited from his father. He has no official position, no fiefdoms and no food. Only at the end of the year, he will get a reward from the emperor to the Marquis of the king, Moreover, his son Lin Guiyuan can no longer enjoy the hereditary favor of the title.

However, marquis Zhao is a real marquis. He has his own fiefdoms and ten thousand households, which is different from Marquis Lin Shangshu.

Therefore, although in name, Zhong's status is the same as that of Mrs. Xue, but in fact, it is far from each other. Moreover, Mrs. Xue is Gao Ming's wife, and her status is extraordinary. Zhong can only catch up with her. When she meets the domineering Mrs. Xue, she leans slightly and says, "I've met Mrs. Xue."

Mrs. Xue looked at the Zhong family with deep eyes. Most of the aristocrats in the capital had their own faction. It was obvious that she and the Zhong family were not of the same faction, and had nothing to do with the Zhong family. A polite smile appeared on her face and let the maid serve tea. "Mrs. Lin is really a rare guest. Sit down."

Mrs. Xue's politeness was obvious. Zhong was not a fool, so he sipped a sip. "The tea in Hou's house is really good, but I haven't had such a good tea for a long time."

"What's the matter with Mrs. Lin today?" Mrs. Xue didn't like Zhong. She slid the tea cover slowly and opened the door to the mountain road.

Zhong Shi looked around and lowered his voice. "What I want to say is very important. Please hold your back."

When Mrs. Xue saw that Zhong Shi was so serious, she didn't think much of it, but she thought of the purpose of seeing her, so she was patient and said, "let's go down!"

Seeing that there was no one left or right, a faint smile flashed across the bottom of his eyes. Seeing that she was so cautious, Mrs. Xue frowned and said, "can we say it now?"

But Zhong didn't go straight to the subject. Instead, he made a few words with Mrs. Xue first. "In these years, although little girl ting'er and miss Xue are called Donglan peerless Shuangjiao, I've never come to Hou's residence. I'm really ashamed."

"It's not too late." Because of Wei'er's affairs, Mrs. Xue is not in a good mood and has no idea to play Tai Chi with Zhong.

"Miss Xue is both talented and beautiful. She is famous in Beijing. In fact, ting'er in my family is in love with you." Zhong didn't care about Mrs. Xue's impatience, because what she was going to say would make Mrs. Xue energetic.

In the past, when others said this, Mrs. Xue would be very happy, but today, Zhong's words sound more like a kind of irony. Anyway, Lin Ziting is the imperial concubine of Rui. Wei'er is defeated in the Crown Princess election. How can you hear that? How can you feel that she is beating her face.

Mrs. Xue's face has been pulled down, but Zhong's face still contains a polite smile, "especially miss Xue's superb embroidery work. In my opinion, even if she has 30 or 40 years' experience in embroidery, she can't catch up with me."