Liu Jianzhang shook his head and said: "Write a letter, our father will not come back until the beginning of spring next year at the earliest, send the letter over first, let him calm and calm at the border pass, and when we meet, maybe I will figure it out." ”

Liu Ruohua agreed and said, "That's good." If our father is angry in his heart, he can still vent his anger with the gang of cubs on the other side, and kill him, and if he is angry, the matter will be done. Okay, that's it, brother, without further ado, hurry up after dinner. ”

When the brothers and sisters of the Liu family united to write a letter to their father, Wu Yunzhao was resting in the palace, Wang Ruiyao's boudoir, that is, his own boudoir.

Wu Yunzhao sat in the middle of the room, at the table in the center, facing the open door, drinking tea.

The first impression of this house on her was that it was elegant, elegant, elegant, plain, and then clean, clean, clean, clean, and quiet. But after carefully looking at the things in the house, Wu Yunzhao's only impression was only the word "death", lifeless, half-dead, and his heart was like ashes.

There should be flowers in Miss Shen's room, Wu Yunzhao guessed, but there are no here, not even a bottle of flower arrangement.

My daughter's family doesn't like beautiful and fragrant flowers, it's rare!

This was Wu Yunzhao's first contact with Wang Ruiyao's real life.

Wang Ruiyao in the palace is no longer Wang Ruiyao.

The splendid living room, the smoke-filled beasts, the brocade clothes, and the endless fighting and ••••••calculation are all not what Wang Ruiyao wants. She, a woman, is not a poor woman in this era, because of the importance of the first emperor, because of a sudden holy decree, she was forced to get involved in the life of the red wall and yellow tiles.

She is a gentle and obedient woman, with all the virtues that a woman should have here and is regarded as a good character, going with the flow, holding the mentality of "once it comes, it will be safe", and calmly accepts her fate.

If Wu Yunzhao had not replaced her, Wang Ruiyao might not have survived now, and the early death of Xiangxiao Jade was recorded in the history of Chu State, and her criticism may be a generation of virtuous queens. The queens who have not made mistakes are all virtuous queens, and it doesn't matter if they do something or not. Because in this time and space, acting has never been a necessary criterion for evaluating women.

This is not the case in modern times.

In modern times, when a woman's good deeds are praised, they must be discounted, as if to prevent women from being too good and becoming complacent. On the other hand, the bad deeds that belong to women will always be added to the public, set up as a yardstick, and warn other women----- these things must not be done, otherwise, you are bad.

Posthumously sealed and praised, it is the last layer of gold for the dead, and it is an example left for the living, and it needs to be admired for eternity.

Okay, for eternity. The bad one will stink for 10,000 years.

There are always those who are taken out as typical.

But whether these dead people are willing to be pushed out, to become representatives of a certain era, to become models of a certain quality, no one knows. The dead will not speak, but the living will save face.

The dead are great, and whoever dares to speak ill of the dead will not seek death by himself!

Insulting a dead bad guy is a matter of course, a respected behavior that most people like to do.

Sometimes, an insult is an insult, and sometimes, an insult is a comment. Everybody can comment, right?

Freedom, freedom, freedom to comment!

Double standard, that's what it means.

Pausing the analysis in his mind, Wu Yunzhao put down the teacup, stood up, smiled, and called: "Mother! ”

Mrs. Wang patted the quilt with a royal blue background embroidered with flowers in her arms, and said with a smile: "I came quietly, and I didn't prepare for my mother." Seeing the changing sky, I'm afraid it's going to snow, and the quilt in your house is not thick enough, so it must be cold. No, it's freshly baked, and it's still hot. As he spoke, he walked quickly to the bed, as if he was afraid that the temperature would dissipate, and quickly spread out the quilt, and after putting down the bed net, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his daughter gently.

Wu Yunzhao said: "Mother, don't be busy, I'll stay for one night, sit down and rest." He took Mrs. Wang's arm and walked to the table.

Mrs. Wang touched her daughter's hand and said, "It's the same for one night." On a cold day, the door is still open, and lo and behold, the hands are cold. "Rubbing it slowly.

Xiaoshun was guarding outside the door, and when he heard Mrs. Wang's words, he closed the door smartly.

Wu Yunzhao doesn't like strangers to touch, and the strange feeling of skin-to-skin contact will make her uncomfortable, but when she saw Mrs. Wang's loving eyes, her heart softened, so she had to endure it, and sat opposite Mrs. Wang obediently, holding Mrs. Wang's hand.

Mrs. Wang said: "Your father also told me that his daughter has changed, I don't believe it." My daughter is not good, well-behaved, beautiful. Leaning forward slightly, he said with a smile: "The spirit is better than before, the whole person is bright, very good, very good, don't listen to your father's words, you have to be more powerful when you should be powerful, you can't bear to be wronged and bullied." ”

What Mrs. Wang is most afraid of is that her daughter doesn't know how to fight and be pinched in the palace. Since learning that the queen is strong day by day, Wang Kangrui is becoming more and more worried day by day, but Mrs. Wang is becoming more and more happy day by day.