Zeng Wei stepped into this small and small restaurant, and the hustle and bustle of the market in Kaifeng City near the evening was cut off.

There are only five or six tables on the first floor of the shop, two of which are hidden behind several colored silk screens.

The furnishings and tableware in the shop, from plum bottles to dishes, are exquisite. There is still incense burning on the desk against the wall, and I don't know which nobleman's house is coming from the recipe, which is as clear as a lotus, and at first glance, it is like a boat on a lotus pond.

When Zeng Wei entered the door, he quickly glanced at it.

There are only two tables of guests on the first floor.

At one table were three middle-aged men, one of whom had a tooth tag tied to his waist, apparently bargaining for the other two brocade-robed merchants.

At the other table is a middle-aged couple, dressed rich and decent, the lady is raising her hand to pour wine for her husband, the white jade bracelet on her wrist is shining brightly, and it is not ordinary.

This is the norm in this restaurant.

The porch that does not tie the color shed, the guy who does not stand at the door and shouts, the sparse placement of the dining table, and the expensive display decoration at the door are all arrogant and indifferent to convey the message to the outside: the owner of the restaurant does not care much about whether the business can be talked about prosperity.

Today's two tables of guests, perhaps, also took a fancy to the clean and small number of customers in this kind of restaurant, so they sat down. Or to talk about business more secludedly, or for a dinner of Qin Se and Ming not to be disturbed by the laughter of the big hotel.

The young man in the store saw that it was Zeng Wei, and greeted him and called "Shiro" softly. Zeng Wei replied sullenly, his eyes turned to the stairs, and the young man was hearted, and said, "Your guest is above." ”

The guy led Zeng Wei upstairs, sat in the private room, and asked, "What does Shiro use?" ”

Zeng Wei said: "I've been eating for a day, and I can't eat anything, you fry a bowl of strong tea, and I'll sober up." ”

Anyway, it's a restaurant opened by his own family, not to mention that he only drinks a bowl of tea when he enters the box, he just doesn't drink anything, he just lies down and sleeps, and the young man won't say anything, and he has to bring a silk quilt with kindness.

Of course, Zeng Wei didn't come to drink tea, let alone sleep.

After the man brought the tea and retreated, the wooden fence in the private room sounded softly, and the Zhang family of the Shangyi Bureau walked in from the next room and sat opposite Zeng Wei.

"I'm looking at it in the West Garden today, and Shiro's appetite is really good. However, that little chef, the barbecue skills are really good, and I eat more than usual. ”

When Zhang Shangyi spoke, her chin was slightly upturned, and her eyes were not as stern and cold as in Yaji, but there was a hint of charm that seemed to be nothing.

Zeng Wei touched her gaze, immediately lowered his eyelids quietly, picked up the teacup and sipped.

This Zhang family is indeed moving, no wonder his father ......

Zhang said meaningfully: "The Zeng family loves to accept righteous daughters. ”

Zeng Wei's two sword eyebrows twisted suddenly, and he said with a solemn expression: "Zhang Shangyi has something to bring to my father, so let's just say it, if it drags on for a while, the palace gate is closed, doesn't Zhang Shangyi want to go back to my Zeng Mansion to sleep?" ”

Zhang couldn't help laughing, still wanting to choke on the sentence "The door of Zeng's mansion is more difficult to enter than the palace gate", but suddenly felt bored, and finally endured the ridicule of this Zeng family Shilang.

"Shiro," Zhang smiled, and said with a straight face, "Zeng Gong is also a celebrity in front of the emperor now, and he must have played the right role in the political affairs hall after the chaohou, and he also saw that the official dragon was in poor health." ”

Zeng Wei stared at the teacup and said lightly: "I am willing to listen to Shangyi's advice." ”

In any dynasty and generation, the health of the Son of Heaven is a state secret. The female officials in the palace and the sons of the powerful ministers sat together to discuss the physical condition of the Son of Heaven, even if they didn't lose their heads, they could be assigned to dig coal at the border.

However, Zeng Wei understood that he had a secret meeting with this woman, wasn't it just to listen to this?

Listen for my father.

Zeng Wei can feel that his father's use of the two sons who stayed by his side is very different. The eldest brother Zeng Ti has no waves, and it seems that the court is just a decent second-generation official, and he is over forty years old, and he has no big real job. From the outside, Zeng Bu's attitude towards his eldest son Zeng Ti is not the same way as Zhang Dian and Cai Jing's desperate efforts to let their brothers and nephews show their faces in front of the official family.

His father Zeng Bu did this to prevent the petty official Zhao Xu from being suspicious, and not to give the political enemies of the imperial history a handle.

As for Zeng Wei's young son, Zeng Bu obviously has high hopes.

Talent, age, unmarried status, and intimacy with his father are all reasons why Zeng Wei is confident that he can become his father's real confidant in his career.

Every time he thinks of this, Zeng Wei will gradually forget about his mother's pity for his mother's beauty and affection, as well as his disgust for the hypocritical and cold family.

All he had to do was firmly use the luck of reincarnation and climb up with interest and strength.

One day, when he also put on a purple robe and a goldfish bag, sat in the government hall to make ideas for the person on the dragon chair, and even influenced that person's state decisions, Zeng Wei was truly free.

Power can bring freedom, the freedom to do whatever you want, Zeng Wei is convinced.

Zhang Shangyi played with Zeng Wei's eyes. This kind of look that seems to approve of the ability of the interlocutor, but is actually to better make her instrumental, is so similar to his father.

However, what can be done, she, Zhang Yuyan, has been obsessed with such eyes since she was a teenager.

A little orphan girl, who surrenders to and relies on the master of such a look, is just fate.

That's all she has for life, and there's no better choice anyway.

Zhang Shangyi closed her eyes, as if she was slightly clearing up her thoughts and ways of expressing information.

"Queen Meng, since she gave birth to a little princess for the official family, it has been more than two years now, and the official family has never stayed in the queen's bedroom. But Liu Jieyu was there, and she had to go three or four times a decade, and she told the Queen Mother a few times through the nursing mother of the official family, but the official family turned a deaf ear. Just a few days ago, my people inquired that Liu Jieyu was very likely to be pregnant again. ”

Zeng Wei raised his eyebrows.

The last piece of information was very useful, if it weren't for Zhang Shangyi in the palace, a minister like his father, he wouldn't have known it so early.

Zeng Wei then said: "Father wants to know the situation of Empress Dowager Xiang and Concubine Zhu." ”

Zhang Shangyi pursed her lips, still in a cold tone: "Empress Dowager Xiang likes Empress Meng, Concubine Zhu likes Liu Jieyu, the official family's mother-in-law is Empress Dowager Xiang, and her biological mother is Concubine Zhu." When Empress Dowager Gao was still alive, she liked the Xiang family instead of the Zhu family. The official family also has a younger brother of the same mother, Zhao Xiang, and now the official family is not only in poor health, but also does not listen to the words of the Queen Mother, and favors Liu Jieyu alone, although it has not yet reached the point where the king is not early in the dynasty, but in the eyes of the Queen Mother, the body and bones of the official family are delayed by this pestering and charming Liu Jieyu. ”

Zeng Wei was stunned, and inexplicably felt a burst of annoyance.

This troubles do not come from the chaotic blood and kinship of the heavenly family expounded by Zhang Shangyi. Since Zeng Wei has received his father's indoctrination on a daily basis, he has long been familiar with the grievances between today's son Zhao Xu and several mothers, concubines, and concubines, and it is not difficult to make a correct judgment from it, and to return it to his father.

He was upset because Zhang Shangyi was too plain and straightforward to state these rhymes in the spring tent of the petty official's house and on the dragon couch, which taught him to inevitably associate those pictures, and then seemed to rise from his belly one after another flames that were difficult to contain.

Primal lust.

The official Zhao Xu is only eighteen or nineteen years old this year, three or four years younger than himself, and he already has such a wealth of experience in women. Zeng Wei, although he also went through personnel in the Qin Mansion Chu Pavilion, he was only compared with the Son of Heaven, or even compared with the nobles of the same age in the capital, he really lived like a monk.