"Uncle doesn't have to be polite, please take a seat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I heard that my aunt got an order today, and I came to the palace to meet the queen's mother, and I haven't congratulated my aunt yet. Zhang Guifei's lips opened slightly, raised her hand to signal the palace maid beside her, and brought a chair for the woman to sit down.

The woman was not very generous, and she squirmed a little, and then sat down, and spoke fluently and fluently said a set of official articles of thanksgiving:

"Thank you, mother. Courtiers and other grass and cold doors, doves and crows, how can they have to conquer the Rui of Fengluan, now Niangniang on Xi Tianen, under Zhao Zude, this is the essence of the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, the ancestors of the far virtue of Zhong in one person, fortunate and us.

And now the great virtue of the creatures of heaven and earth, the grace that has not been seen in ancient and modern times, although the liver and brain are smeared, how can the courtiers and others be repaid in case.

Niangniang should not think of the family, but pray for self-cherishment, but conscientious, diligent and prudent to serve the above, and live up to the thoughtful love so long. ”

"Okay, aunt, I can't count the things I have heard in these dramas. Are you okay at home? Zhang Guifei interrupted his uncle Zhang Yaozuo's wife Zheng a little rudely, and the core of this sentence was "You have to serve the emperor well, so that our whole family can be dishonored", and went straight to the point.

"Yes, your uncle was able to promote the fat shortage of the first person under the two prefectures from a small promoter in Shu this time-the three envoys, all thanks to the full help of Lu Xianggong, this benefit, we dare not forget." Although the Zheng family was extremely subtle and respectful, in Zhang Guifei's ears, it was a piercing sentence.

Although Zhang Yaozuo is Zhang Guifei's own uncle, when Zhang Guifei's father died early, and her mother became a Shudi singer to beg for a living, her uncle's house refused to take her in on the grounds that the distance was far away. The pimple is knotted in the heart, but the ugliness of the family cannot be publicized.

Those ministers outside, the more they gave the green light to this relative and uncle, the more disgusted Zhang Guifei was in her heart, after all, such a family ugliness, even for Zhao Zhen, the pillow person, Zhang Guifei was also a little jealous, for fear that it would be impolite, it was difficult to talk about it in detail.

As for those outside who don't know what to do and go to pat on the back, Zhang Guifei felt sick for a while.

"You're all right, and the palace is also lacking, so I won't leave my aunt." Zhang Guifei half lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and let the girls and maids go to see Zheng away, and she didn't lift her eyelids.

When Zheng walked away, Zhang Guifei slowly opened her eyes, and an incense burner in her hand smashed it out with a "pop".

How ridiculous and ironic is it that relatives who did not lend a helping hand when she was destitute and destitute are now relying on her grace to rise to the top?

Zhang Guifei thought about it, and her stomach was so angry that she was stunned and left tears:

If, if my uncle had taken in the slightest at that time, why did my mother become ill early in her life? Why did you have such a difficult and difficult childhood? Lu Yijian, are you a pig, the dignified Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, and you can't figure out such trivial things clearly? Is this going to anger Hongu?

Thinking of this, looking at the food served by the servant, Zhang Guifei lost her appetite at all.

……

Chai Lin pulled Fang Zhongyong and sat down under the stands of the "Pillow Grass" troupe, waiting to watch the first rehearsal of "The Legend of Zhen Huan".

"You changed the play book to a few concubines playing palace fights, the queen was not favored, and she became a persecution of young sons, and then the emperor adopted the queen's sister-in-law, and his cousin's child was adopted as an adopted son and inherited the throne.

Then, after the adopted son ascended the throne, he expelled all the children and concubines of the former emperor from the palace, crowned more than a dozen of his brothers as kings, and lived in the palace......

Not to mention anything else, just the stalk of these dozen children, how do I feel, it seems to be an allusion to a certain prince? ”

Chai Lin unfolded a folding fan, put it in front of him, and said softly to Fang Zhongyong.

Fang Zhong smiled noncommittally: "Why cling to this? If there is, it will be changed, and if it is not, it will be encouraged. It would always be good if the officials could be more cautious. ”

"But now everyone says that Zhang Guifei is hot, why is the ultimate villain in this drama book not the favorite concubine, but the queen?" Chai Lin began to discuss the plot with Fang Zhongyong.

"If you have always been very favored and have the prince in your hands, there is no need to toss the heirs." Fang Zhongyong also unfolded his folding fan,

This folding fan is handmade by Wang Ziyue for Fang Zhongyongchun, and it is used to double-sided Shu embroidered landscapes, bamboo fan bones, although it is not extraordinarily expensive, but it is exquisite and attentive, and it is also very convenient to hold.

"Think about it, in the harem, who can hold so much power to control all this? The harem of the official family, because the official family prefers the women of the small jasper, so the concubines with family backgrounds are not favored.

Only the queen, because of her weight, can get a little respect, and she controls all the money and silver in the harem, if something goes wrong, she is naturally the one who hides the deepest, but it is also the one who can't get rid of it. Fang Zhongyong continued to analyze Chai Lin's words.

Chai Lin was slightly puzzled, and raised his eyebrows:

However, everyone said that the queen was virtuous and had always been a model for the harem. However, Zhang Guifei acted a little frivolously, and the ministers had to stuff her with some silver, and I heard that even the rich and rich adults were reprimanded by the officials for giving Zhang Guifei silver and a good flowing cloud brocade gown......"

"This is just a playbook, if the queen is really virtuous, it is naturally very good, whether it is the prince you feel insinuated in the back, or the blackening of the queen in the front, it is a kind of drama,

In the final analysis, it is still the same sentence, if there is one, it will be changed, and if there is none, it will be encouraged. My Song Dynasty has freedom of speech, and the tanuki can be performed for twenty-nine performances for the prince, not to mention such a playbook? Fang Zhongyong thought for a moment and replied.

According to Fang Zhongyong's historical knowledge of later generations, it was precisely because of the circulation of the script of "Tanuki for the Prince" and the hints of the Eight Sages that Zhao Zhen opened the coffin and found out his life experience:

Although it was not like in the tanuki for the crown prince, Empress Dowager Liu E did not take lightly to kill his biological mother, Concubine Li Chen, but at least in the end, he was able to find out who was his biological mother.

It can be seen that what is said in this kind of drama book has an impact on the emperor, and it will also guide him to verify the truth on his own.

Therefore, Fang Zhongyong relied on speculation and boldly used the script "The Legend of Zhen Huan" to guide Zhao Zhen to pay attention to the order of the inner palace, at least, to avoid the early death of the prince caused by human factors as much as possible.

……

Zhe still walked to Wangcai's cave alone, put a large pile of roast chicken prepared, lit a fire, and waited for Wangcai to come back.

waited until it was dark, only to see Wangcai come back with a pack of wolves, and seeing that Zhe was still here, the snow wolf and the little wolves happily surrounded them, sniffed the roast chicken on the ground, and ate very happily.

Wangcai looked at the snow wolf and the little wolf with a doting face, put his paws on Zhi Yi's body, and then licked Fang Zhongyong's jade pei on Zhi Yi's waist.

The wolves gathered around a bloody prey, the reindeer, to feast on their feast, while Wangcai gently squeezed around the snow wolf and the little wolf, took a roast chicken in his mouth, held it with his paws, and leaned on his folded leg to nibble.

Zhe still looked at Wangcai like that, and couldn't help but sigh: This is a wolf king with a temperament like a dog. (To be continued.) )