In the carriage.

Wen Zifu helped Mrs. Gui to lie down.

In order to make the old lady more comfortable, the car was thick and warm.

adjusted the position of the pillow behind the old lady, and Wen Zifu folded the blanket for the old mother.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Zifu said a word to Cao Shi and got out of the car again.

Bi Zhi'an didn't pay attention to the situation of the county lord of Wanyang for a moment.

Seeing that Mama Chi could restrain the county lord, he didn't interfere otherwise.

The current situation, how to determine and how to decide, the emperor has the final say.

They are Shuntianfu, and they can't manage this trouble, which is both a family matter and a court matter, what they really need to do is to appease the people and candidates.

Seeing Wen Zifu's movements, Bi Zhian asked, "Why don't you go back home with the old lady?" The old lady is sick and can't leave anyone. ”

"My lady is a good hand at handling family affairs, and there are other people in the house who can give her a hand, and there is no shortage of me," Wen Zifu took a deep breath, "Mother's temperament, I know, she wants me to do a good job in the yamen than to serve tea in front of her."

Chunqiu, I have already caused so much trouble because of my brother and Ci, now is the time to remedy, I work seriously in the yamen, let the spring in an orderly manner, this is a great filial piety for my mother. ”

Each family has its own way of getting along, some people like their sons and daughters-in-law to be around in front of the hospital bed, and some people don't want to delay their younger generations for their own health.

Bi Zhi'an was not so familiar with Mrs. Gui.

But since everyone who is a son has to be so sincere, of course Bi Zhian will not persuade him.

The Shuntian Mansion can't control the county lord, but they are still busy.

Before the spring season, there can be no more things like Xiaobat Hutong.

All the officials must not be idle, and the alleys where the candidates are settled must be guarded, especially at night, and they must no longer be poured a few barrels of vegetable oil in a muffled voice.

Previously, they were discussing how to arrange manpower, and they also had to coordinate with the Jingwei Command Envoy.

If it hadn't been interrupted by the situation here in Front Street, someone would have invited Xu Qirun.

With the cooperation of the officials and messengers, the carriage blocked in the middle of the road was finally able to pass.

Through the curtain, Wen Yan watched the carriage of the county lord of Wanyang leave.

The county lord didn't seem to have calmed down yet, and she kept making noise in the car, but unfortunately she was restrained by the hands of the people on the left and right, and she couldn't make any new tricks except for the cursing coming from inside.

The handlebar surface does not change color, and goes straight to the direction of the imperial city.

Wen Yan pondered, since it was arranged by Gonggong Wu, this section of the front street would also be passed to his ears after the completion of the local area, and then relayed to the emperor.

The emperor would not miss such an opportunity to deal with the Shen family.

In particular, the eldest princess of Yongshou is not in Beijing.

The emperor can take the opportunity to justifiably make the Shen family vomit a mouthful of blood.

And if the Shen family hurts their vitality, not only can Zhu Mao and Zhu Yu lose their support, but when Wen Yan overturns the case for Pingxi Hou Mansion in the future, there will be a lot less resistance.

The wall fell and everyone pushed it.

If the Shen family is still a mountain, it is difficult to shake it and achieve the results you want from it.

Such a difficult road, Wen Yan has gone through it once in his previous life.

She got lucky to get to the end, but the price she paid was too great.

In this life, Wen Yan wants to seize every opportunity to turn this mountain into a wall, or a wall of leaky wind.

Even if it's a thief shouting to catch a thief.

This is also the reason why Wen Yan and Huo Yixiao only stared at the Shen family this time.

Zhu Mao and Zhu Yu, it is the emperor's business to make them uncomfortable, Wen Yan only needs to push it on the side.

Even if, Wen Yan clearly followed Chu Dong's house and found Zhu Mao or Zhu Yu behind him, could he let the emperor abolish his son?

Impossible.

This little thing is not enough to knock a prince down.

Since it was impossible, Wen Yan gave up directly and took a path that worked.

A path consistent with the interests of the emperor.

That is, the Shen family.

Wen Yan lowered the curtain.

After the carriage of the county lord of Wanyang left, the carriage of the Marquis of Ding'an was about to move.

The onlookers no longer blocked the road, but they did not disperse, standing on both sides of the front street, talking a lot.

"Lord Wen is really a good and responsible official, his mother is sick, and he insists on doing a good job in the yamen."

"Mrs. Hou doesn't want to go for this turmoil, Lord Wen is filial piety in this way."

"The county lord insisted that she didn't let people set fires, but no one believed her......"

"Fierce, who will believe her."

"What if she's telling the truth?"

"How is that possible! Don't you see how sick Mrs. Hou is? The county lord was unceremonious to her, this kind of temper, it is not strange to do evil things. ”

"Yes, Mrs. Hou is really not easy, the noble family is the most face-saving, if there is really no way, who will go to the yamen and say it on the street."

"I heard that it was in the eldest princess's mansion that I had to go to the yamen."

……

The sound of discussion was heard in the carriage one after another.

Mrs. Gui, who was still exhausted and couldn't stand before getting into the car, opened her eyes.

She didn't lose her strength, but she wasn't relaxed either, and her whole person was tired.

Cao poured water to moisten the old lady's throat: "You have worked hard. ”

Old Madam Gui drank it and snorted lightly: "At a critical time, the old woman still has to go out in person." ”

Wen Yan said: "You are right. ”

No matter how much Wanyang messes around, she is also a girl's family.

Compared with the tongue, Wen Yan will not lose to Wanyang.

However, when the atmosphere is strong, it seems that the banquet is domineering, and the anger is weak, which one who looks lively will like the little daughter-in-law who is bullied by the little girl so much that she can't raise her head?

This is a natural gap that comes with identity.

In her previous life, Wen Yan suffered this kind of loss, and afterwards, she analyzed, reflected and summarized, and the final answer was no solution.

Her age and identity cannot be changed in a short period of time.

Who does what is going on, pay attention to a suitable one.

If you want to argue with a girl's family, you must either be a younger baby or an old man.

What could be more powerful than an old man?

Of course, it was an old lady who was sick, forbearing, restrained, and had to be reasonable.

In this play, Mrs. Gui is the most suitable.

The carriage entered Yanzi Hutong.

Mrs. Gui sang a full set of operas and sang a full set of operas, lying listlessly in the car, relying on Mama Huang and Mama Hu to move people down.

Then leaned on a beauty couch, four people in front and back, and carried it back to the main house.

Wen Feng's family also came to help, and seeing Wen Feng standing aside, nervous, she asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Wen Feng looked at his hands and choked, "I'm afraid." ”

Before setting off from the Yamen, Wen Feng heard Mama Huang say that when passing through the front street, the speed slowed down, and someone would rush out, so he had to be careful not to really hit someone.

Winvon was well controlled.

But he was frightened by the county lord, and the horsewhip that should not have been taken off fell into the hands of the county lord.

If the whip is on the horse's back......

Wen Feng didn't dare to think about it anymore, and muttered in a low voice: "Old woman, why am I so useless?" ”

"Then you'll be useful next time!" Wen Fengjia patted him on the shoulder, didn't bother to elaborate, and helped carry the beauty couch.