The county lord of Zhaofu was silent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Over the years, her son has hardly told her about the things in the court, but this does not mean that she doesn't know that the things that King Rui's father and son wanted to marry Zhao Lanhuan into the Marquis of Xiaoyong's mansion did to Feng Siya, and now she shuddered when she thought about it.

Rui Wangfu wants to marry the Marquis of Xiaoyong, and the love of children is only secondary, and the most important thing is to take a fancy to the power of Marquis Xiaoyong in Jingji.

In the past few years, the county lord of Zhaofu gritted his teeth every time he thought about it, and now that her son mentioned it, how could she not understand.

If it was just for the sake of safety and life, Zhao Zi's father and son would just stay in Pingliang honestly, and what would they do if they married their daughter to the capital?

The county magistrate of Zhaofu let out a long sigh and didn't say anything more.

The son wants to raise the Qingwang Mansion, so he has a long-term plan.

Once the day of the collapse of the mountain tomb, King Gui is embarrassed, the emperor and grandson are young and weak, and there is no one to trust the lonely minister of the humerus, then King Rui's father and son want to control the court and succeed to the throne smoothly, and there is also a bloodline in the Qingwang Mansion that can compete with it.

The lord of Zhaofu County served tea and signaled Xiaoyong Hou to retreat.

There was a brand new smoke sara on the rhombic window, and the emerald green color was like a newborn grass bud in spring, and the mayor of Zhaofu County sighed long.

Forget it, this Hou Mansion is Yan'er's sooner or later, Yan'er has formed such a big beam with Rui Wangfu for Xiaoya, no, this is not Liangzi, but a blood feud, if Zhao You is allowed to sit on that chair, then the century-old foundation of the Xiaoyong Hou Mansion will not be ruined?

Although Qingwangfu is also so exciting, Yan'er is the son-in-law of Qingwangfu after all, and the children of Yan'er and Zhao Minghua are also the bloodline of Qingwangfu, and the two families have to break their bones and connect tendons.

The county lord of Zhaofu thought about the links clearly, and said to Mama Fang: "You go to the Qingwang Mansion in person and tell the princess of the county that the prince is not lightly injured, I want to go to the Temple of Mercy and Grace to light a lamp for him, and I also want to light a lamp for the wife of the prince by the way, and ask the princess of the county if she would like to go together?"

Forget it, forget it, I have known that old pious woman for most of my life, so I will give her this face, and when Yan'er's child is born in the future, I will also call her great-grandmother.

The county lord of Zhaofu took off the small leaf red sandalwood Buddha beads on his wrist and twisted them quietly.

Shen Yan's injury looked very serious, but in fact, it didn't hurt his muscles and bones, and it scabbed over in a few days.

On the day when the county lord of Zhaofu and the princess of Qingjun both went to the Temple of Mercy and Grace to light the lamp with a fake face, the pair of little people who were lit had no conscience, took two pairs of shoulders and two heads, and lived in Mingyuan Hall with a big grin.

Shen Yan didn't see it and let them change their clothes into the courtyard where he usually lived, and said to Zhao Minghua in front of Qin Jue and Luo Jinyan, who were cold-faced: "Daughter-in-law, don't see outside, just treat this place as our own home, no, it's more casual than our own home, alas, let's live here, it's not that we don't live happily in our own home, of course we have to live faster when we get here." ”

Zhao Minghua was very embarrassed, but he only smiled apologetically at Luo Jinyan, and happily instructed the maids to decorate the house, marry her husband, she couldn't help it.

Luo Jinyan quietly squeezed Qin Jue's hand, signaling him not to be angry, Shen Yan is not the first time to live in Mingyuan Hall, but this time he brought his wife too.

Shen Yan was beaten forty boards, and Yu Linwei's envoy to command the affairs was gone, and he was now no longer really lacking, and he was relaxed.

Qin Jue was originally fishing for three days and drying nets for two days in the Metropolitan Courtyard, Shen Yan heard that he was selling horses again, and immediately couldn't sit still, if it weren't for the fact that Sichuan and Yunnan were not peaceful, he would have taken Zhao Minghua over.

Although he couldn't go now, he pestered Qin Jue all day long, but he regained the fun of his youth.

Qin Jue was annoyed by him, and Shen Yan said: "I know that you value Luo, so let my daughter-in-law accompany her from morning to night, I think about you like this, aren't you any better to me?"

Qin Jue had a cold face, turned around and walked out of Mingyuan Hall, Shen Yan didn't think about it, and also walked along.

The two turned over and got on their horses, and half an hour later, they were already galloping on the way to Tongzhou.

In the Zhuangzi of Tongzhou, Ruoya was anxiously waiting for them.

The secret sentry guarding outside the door saw two horses galloping towards this side from a distance, recognized the person walking in front, and immediately whistled, the Zhuang door opened from the inside, and Qin Jue and Shen Yan rode their horses one after the other.

Ruogu trotted over when he heard the news, Qin Jue turned over and dismounted, and asked, "People are coming?"

Ruogu glanced at Shen Yan, who was following closely behind Qin Jue, and nodded hesitantly.

Qin Jue didn't rush in, he glanced back at Shen Yan and said, "Don't meddle in this matter." ”

Shen Yan's brows furrowed, he straightened his chest, and was about to speak, when Qin Jue had already strode inside.

Shen Yan raised his leg and was about to follow, and the two men in strong suits who followed behind Ruogu stretched out their hands to stop in front of him: "Shen Shizi, please stay." ”

Shen Yan was so angry that he stomped his feet, stood in the courtyard and scolded: "Grandma's Qin Yuzhang, I can't wait to wear a pair of pants with you, but you said that if you dump me, I will dump me, Lao Tzu is a cheap!"

He spun around in a circle: "Lao Tzu is a cheap!"

Qin Jue couldn't hear it for a long time, he walked quickly through the hall and came to a small open hall.

More than a dozen men in strong suits stood outside the hall, and one of them stood with his back to him, looking at the picture of a tiger descending the mountain on the wall.

The painting is very old, but it is not signed or stamped.

The painting of the hanging white tiger is majestic, murderous, look carefully, every stroke of this painting is like a sword, but just right, a deep point will stand up with fierce light, a shallow point will lose its majesty.

Fierce but not fierce, powerful but not cold, this is the essence of this painting.

The man looked at the painting, and his white jade-like fingers tapped lightly on the back of the Taishi's chair, as if beating a drum.

Qin Jue stood still at the door, looking at the man's back, his posture was tall and thin, and he was dressed in a slightly fat gray robe, setting him off like a gray crane that would spread its wings at any time.

Qin Jue took a deep breath and said lightly, "I'm here, I've kept you waiting for a long time." ”

The man was still looking at the paintings on the wall, his fingers still tapping the drum on the back of his chair.

Needle drops can be heard all around.

The air condensed, as if suddenly a bitter cold had sealed everything in ice.

Qin Jue also stood still, he turned against the light, and behind him was a piece of light, and the light dust turned into tiny points of light in the light, sprinkled on his body, shining.

A breeze blows, mixed with a faint fragrance of plants and trees, as well as a faint scent of sandalwood.

Qin Jue took a deep breath, his gaze became more determined, he looked at the back and hooked the corners of his mouth slightly.

When the wind picked up again, the man finally turned around.