Leaning on the rail and smiling at Liu Niang

Chapter 13

Ping Jun was sitting on the carriage home, leaning against the pillow, thinking about that villain in Sichuan, wondering whether the person behind him was Zhao Furen or not?If this person is brought back from Sichuan, how can he operate to get the greatest benefit?

She raised her hand to support her temples, recalling the various preferential treatment given to her and her younger brother by the government after her father died. He obviously knew that his father's death was unknown, but he didn't say anything, and only adopted a calm attitude. The rumors of self-respect planted seeds of doubt in the suspicious emperor's heart. Zhao Furen and Wang Yong were also his trusted subjects. Instead of not being able to succeed, he caught up with himself.

Thinking of this, Ping Jun only felt a headache, and motioned Xing Ren'er to massage his head.

Seeing this, Xingren'er hurried forward, knelt behind Ping Jun and gently massaged her scalp. Ping Jun sighed and thought of the saint's illness. The heavier it is, the more Mr. Ping can understand it. There is nothing more hurtful than the suspicious and fickle people next to you who indirectly kills several close relatives. What's more, the official's delay in establishing a crown prince can be imagined. .

Then, if you want to tell the facts and present evidence in order to seek justice, this road will not work.If you want to make them pay the price completely, the only way is to let these people lose their sacred hearts slowly, and support more capable ministers and courtiers who have gained more sacred hearts. These evidences are used as a sharp knife and given to the officials.

I don't know how many roads to walk in this, just how much suffering the two of them have to endure.

Jun Ping clenched his fists, and his anger burned up little by little. The Wang family was loyal and loyal, and they lived and died for the Yuan family for many years. What happened under my uncle's nose, I don't know how long I have to wait if I want revenge, and I have to consider the preferences of the officials.

Ping Jun's heart was cold, it would be great if the officials drove the crane west as soon as possible, if the saint's illness could be cured, it would be great.

She lowered her head, letting Xing Ren'er pinch her neck gently.

Zhao Shiqing came out of Wang Yong's mansion, the corners of his mouth were upturned uncontrollably, he fiddled with the jade pendant hanging on his body back and forth in a good mood, and before getting into the carriage, he rewarded the servant with a piece of silver, the servant smiled happily flowers.

On the way back, Zhao Shiqing was thinking about the news that Wang Yong sent him. The officials have always been good at cultivating Taoism, and they often send people to the depths of famous mountains and rivers to invite some experts to talk with him. It is an obsession, there is an alchemy furnace in the palace that is constantly refining alchemy every day, and several Taoist priests who often go in and out of the palace are even named national teachers.

This is a good opportunity to get the favor of the officials. He wrote a few beautiful and beautiful poems, which caught the eyes of the officials. After that, even if he alone can bring the Zhao family back to the glory when Zhao Furen was in charge.

Zhao Shiqing couldn't help fantasizing about how he looked when he entered the cabinet to pay homage to the prime minister. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Zhao Furen was originally born in a poor family, and he only relied on his own ability to reach the peak of literati power step by step. The family became a well-established family, but they didn't expect that it was just a cold, and then became more and more sick, and even died.

Only Zhao Shiqing was left as a single seedling, and it took three years to keep the filial piety. After three years, the little contacts left by Zhao Furen were really difficult to move around.Now that he has this opportunity, Zhao Shiqing only feels that he is very ambitious, and he can't wait to make something for the world to see. Moreover, when he becomes famous, he must give up that shrew Wang Pingjun!

Back in the mansion, his ambition to revive the Zhao family was still burning. Zhao Shiqing thought of his two sons. It had been a while since he last saw them. Lang Erlang came to the outer study."

After hearing this, the young servant hurried out to the backyard, and asked the maidservant on the corner gate to inform the main courtyard and Xiaoxiangyuan, asking Dalang and Erlang to meet the gentleman in the outer study.

After hearing this, the maidservants rushed to spread the news that everyone in Xiaoxiangyuan was gathering in Miss Zhang's main room to tease Erlang together. One coaxed Erlang to say that Erlang would be a girl and give you candy, while the other said that Erlang should not give it to her. She doesn't have any sugar for you when you make a bow, and Erlang wants to make a bow and then withdraws his hand. His cute and naive appearance made everyone laugh, but when the maid said this, everyone stopped smiling and looked at each other, and Erlang was immediately displeased. Have fun.

Miss Zhang was silent for a while, then forced a smile and said to Erlang: "Erlang, be good. Be good when you go to see your father. When you come back, I will make steamed egg custard for you, ah."

Liu Niang and Miss Xie glanced at each other, but they didn't speak. Seeing that Miss Zhang worriedly called Erlang's maid to dress him up well, and told her to lead him to the study outside.

After Erlang left, Miss Xie dared to ask: "Sister, I just asked Erlang to see his father, why are you so afraid?"

Miss Zhang smiled wryly and said: "Erlang was not born strong, and I can't read, so I can't teach Erlang well. Every time the gentleman sees Erlang, he will be displeased."

Liu Niang and Miss Xie looked at each other again, and they didn't dare to speak anymore.

Erlang held the hand of the maidservant and walked panting on his short legs. He happened to meet Dalang on the road. He was immediately happy and shouted: "Brother!"

Da Lang was also held by his maidservant and had just come out of the main courtyard. Every time the two brothers went back to see their father, they would say no to each other. The glutinous rice dumpling held the hand of the glutinous rice dumpling, and they went to the backyard together.

Zhao Shiqing saw the two little ones, and saw that they were all neatly dressed and Yuxue was cute, and he felt quite satisfied, but he wanted to support his strict father's posture, so he asked with a straight face. : "What books have you read recently?"

Dalang Erlang is only in his early three years old, and the little man is not as tall as the legs of a chair. How can he read any books, especially Erlang, Miss Zhang and Erlang's nanny and maidservant are all illiterate. Erlang who taught?

Da Lang glanced at his younger brother who was too frightened to look up, shook his head and said, "My son has memorized half of the Three Character Classic recently, but I haven't memorized it by heart yet."

Zhao Shiqing felt a little displeased when he heard the words, and said with a downcast face, "Zhensheng can't even memorize the Three Character Classic? You should memorize it for me."

Da Lang drooped his head and began to recite, and stumbled after recited a few words, as if he couldn't go on.

Zhao Shiqing's face darkened, and he reprimanded: "When you were your age, your father already knew the three characters by heart." He endured it, and swallowed the remaining half of the sentence that scolded his son for being like his mother.Turning to look at Erlang, raised eyebrows: "Where is Erlang?"

Erlang was too frightened to move, and said weakly, "Erlang, Erlang didn't study."

Along the way, Zhao Shiqing thought about revitalizing the family business and making the Zhao family a first-class family. He was full of fantasies about his sons and hoped that they would be smart, but he didn't expect that one could only recite half a three-character scripture, and the other couldn't even recite the three-character scripture. , I just feel that I am angry.

He stood up and turned around several times, shouting: "How did I give birth to such evils as you?! How did your mother teach you?"

He continued to scold the sons, but Zhao Shiqing just felt that looking at them was an eyesore, especially Erlang, who was often sick and looked thinner standing next to his brother, Zhao Shiqing couldn't help but scolded: "Hurry up and go back to your little incense house. !"

He sat down on the armchair, waved his hands at the two brothers, and said, "Both of you go back!"

Dalang grabbed Erlang's hand, saluted Zhao Shiqing respectfully, and led his younger brother out the door with short legs.

As soon as he went out, Erlang couldn't help wiping his tears with the back of his hand, and he didn't dare to cry loudly, he only dared to bite his lip and sob softly.

Seeing his younger brother crying pitifully, Da Lang patted him on the back like a grown-up, coaxing him, "Good Erlang, don't cry."

Erlang endured and endured, at least he held back his tears, and said with red eyes: "Brother is the smartest, it must be because of Erlang that he didn't finish memorizing the book, I'm sorry!"

Seeing his younger brother blaming himself like this, Da Lang with a small bun face thought for a while and saw that there was no one on the left and the maidservants were waiting outside the courtyard gate, and quickly lowered their heads and pouted gently on his younger brother's face After chirping, she blushed and said softly, "Aniang said, you should be happy after chirping! Don't cry, Erlang!"

Erlang rubbed his little face that had been kissed by his brother, temporarily forgot about his strict father, and said with a foolish smile, "Yeah!"