Mrs. Yang took it, and when she saw the words 'Mrs. Yang personally opened' written on the envelope, she couldn't help but pout.

"I see, you go down."

The old lady bowed and retreated.

After a while, Mrs. Yang entered the room and casually threw the letter on the side of the bed: "The letter from the palace, you can take a look." ”

Yang Yishu raised his eyebrows, and muttered while opening the letter: "At this moment, who will write to me......"

Are you tired of being crooked?

He couldn't say the last sentence, and when Yang Yishu's gaze was fixed on the end of the letter, he couldn't help but pause, and his expression showed a little stunned.

He flipped the letter over and read it several times.

The handwriting on the paper is beautiful, elegant and stylish, and it can be seen that the wrist is powerful, and it is only pleasing to the eye to look at, so that people can't find half of the mistakes.

If it is judged by 'teacher', it is indeed excellent.

Yang Yishu has taken a lot of students, and all of his students are dragons and phoenixes among people, so naturally they will not be moved by a few words.

What surprised him was the signature on the back of the letter - Qi Zhongxiu.

Very few people in Shangjing know that Qi Zhongxiu is the best friend of the eldest princess.

Mrs. Yang saw Yang Yishu's tense expression from the bronze mirror, and asked curiously: "Who wrote you a letter, just a letter, why are you so nervous?" ”

"Eldest Princess."

Hearing this, Mrs. Yang didn't care about the mirror hairpin, and hurriedly turned around and asked, "What is written in the letter?" ”

Seeing her nervous appearance, the muscles around Yang Yishu's mouth twitched a few times, and when his eyes touched the words on the penultimate line of the line, he suddenly tightened his eyebrows and handed it over casually: "You take it and see it yourself." ”

Mrs. Yang jumped between her eyebrows and reached out to take it.

The letter paper unfolded in front of him, and Juanxiu's handwriting came into view.

——Hui Jian respectfully learned that he was very sorry for hearing Taifu's reproach in front of the court. I am disturbing rashly today, just because yesterday's accident was really calculated by others, and it will cause trouble. The people involved have been interrogated one by one in the palace, and they are overwhelmed by the heavy punishment, so they spit out one - Pu Ting.

As for this, I hope that the Taifu will find out outside the palace, and return justice to the body, so as not to implicate innocent people in the court dispute, if not, the palace is willing to present this witness evidence in front of the palace, and ask the imperial brother to return his innocence and justice, at that time, or the Taifu is difficult to deal with.

Qi Zhongxiu, stay.

After reading it, Mrs. Yang nodded slightly, and glanced at Yang Yishu, who was uncertain: "What the eldest princess said is reasonable, this matter must be investigated." ”

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Yang paused, and then asked tentatively, "You and ...... Is there a contradiction in the Hubu Shangshu Puting? ”

"It's not just a contradiction, it's a hatred!" Yang Yishu said coldly: "He is a fierce general under Jiang Bowen, I am different from Jiang Bowen's camp, isn't it a deep hatred?" ”

"So what now?"

"As an enemy, this shame should be repaid tenfold."

"Don't you need to look it up again?"

"I don't need to." Yang Yishu's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't explain why.

The eldest princess had already made it very clear in the letter, if he couldn't give her a satisfactory answer to this matter, then this matter would definitely be in front of Emperor Jin An.

When that time comes, whether it is the Yang family or Pu Ting, they will definitely be punished ten times heavier than he is today.

For the eldest princess, he did feel a little guilty.

As for Pu Ting, now that they have torn their faces, they just need an excuse to calculate the other party.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, nothing more than that.

Early in the morning of the second day, before dawn, the rich and prosperous, the golden Qian family slave in front of the hall opened the door of the house early, cleaned the house, and ushered in the first ray of dawn in the sky.

When the pale yellow light sprinkled on the courtyard, the Qian Mansion welcomed its first guest, Zhao Yueqiu, the eldest girl of the Zhao family, who was now in charge of most of the Zhao Mansion.

Knowing that she was coming, Qian Lao, who had just woken up and tidied up her appearance and pushed the door, snorted coldly, and the beard on her lips curled up, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with her belatedness.

At this time, there was a servant in the house who looked slack, half-squinted his sleepy eyes, and cleaned the fallen leaves in the courtyard without a match.

When Qian Lao saw it, he couldn't help but be angry, pointed at the slave and scolded: "Sweeping the floor is so spiritless, is the Qian family lacking you to eat or you to wear?" looks like you're going to die, what's the use of the Qian family keeping you?! ”

The servant was taken aback, and the only remaining sleepy insects ran away, and he couldn't react for a while in the face of the anger of the old lady in charge.

Fortunately, Steward Qian knew that Qian Lao was just angry, and secretly gave the servant a look.

The next moment, I only heard a 'plop'.

Looking at it again, the servant knelt in the pile of fallen leaves, and said in high spirits: "The slave knows his mistake, he won't dare next time, and please calm his anger." ”

Hearing this, Qian Lao glanced to the side.

Steward Qian lowered his eyebrows and kept silent.

Qian Lao stroked his beard, his anger decreased slightly, he was still dissatisfied in his heart, and said meaningfully: "Some people just have no conscience, my Qian family contributed money and efforts, but in the end, they were completely ignored." ”

After he finished speaking, Steward Qian immediately understood what Qian Lao was awkward.

Originally, he sent Qian Xiusheng to the southeast for disaster relief, but after the matter was completed, those people did not express their gratitude in time.

…… With the old lady's consideration, it is naturally extremely uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, and thinking of the girl from the Zhao family who came to visit, Steward Qian pulled a smile on his lips, and asked softly: "The guest has come, where should she be placed?" ”

"Since you are a guest, why don't you just stay in the living room?" Qian Lao glared at Steward Qian dissatisfied: "Do you still need to ask me about this little thing?" ”

Steward Qian smiled: "Where, where is it, it is always a nobleman, ask the old lady, and the slave has more in his heart." ”

After all, it is an old man, who is becoming more and more unreasonable, and it is becoming more and more difficult to coax day by day......

Steward Qian sighed silently and dutifully followed behind Qian Lao.

The living room is very luxurious, rare precious calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall, and on the screen there is a dear word mentioned by a gentleman who is eager for scholars all over the world.

The fine porcelain is inlaid with silk gold threads, a God of Wealth carved from gold sits high under the eaves, and the tea ware on the main table is made of fine mutton fat white jade.

The calligraphy and painting are thick and elegant, but the gold and white jade are a vulgar wind.

Everywhere reveals a momentum that the main family is very rich and the main family is very entrenched.

Half an hour had passed, and the lord's house had not arrived for a long time, which was extremely rude in the house of the large family, and the servant who was in charge of receiving her served a snack and tea one after another, and repeatedly confessed to her.

Zhao Yueqiu's expression was calm, she just said that she had nothing to do, and even had a shallow smile on her lips, she was leisurely and elegant, unmoved by the outside world.

In this way, she is the daughter of a qualified official family.

Waiting for the person serving the tea to retreat, Qing Miao, who had been standing behind Zhao Yueqiu like a stake, silently put his eyes on the servant outside the door, secretly poked Zhao Yueqiu's back with his hand, and whispered:

"The Qian family is really not ordinarily rich, and the clothes on those subordinates can be comparable to the clothes of the palace maids."

Zhao Yueqiu covered her lips with her sleeves and smiled faintly: "This is the richest family, whether it is the master or the slave, it should be decent." ”

Seeing that her girl looked indifferent, Qingmiao couldn't help but secretly sigh in her heart, frowning, and becoming more and more sad.

The gifts they brought were already rare if they were placed in ordinary people's homes, but this was the richest Qian family in Shangjing, and a small object at random was enough to surpass the value of the things they brought.

Thinking of this, Qingmiao only felt depressed.

Fortunately, she was not depressed for long, with the sound of the wooden cane hitting the ground, the sound of slow footsteps outside the door gradually approached, Qingmiao's heart tightened, and she hurriedly withdrew the tangles on her face, lowered her head, and put her hands on her waist in an orderly manner.

Without waiting for the footsteps to reach the door, Zhao Yueqiu got up and stood on the side of the chair dignifiedly, and when Qian Lao crossed the threshold and sat down in the main seat, he leaned over slightly and said, "Yueqiu has seen Old Man Qian." ”

Mr. Qian handed the cane to the housekeeper Qian on the side, glanced at the person in front of him a few times, and asked knowingly: "Miss Zhao only remembered the old man after dealing with the family, right?" ”

After returning to Beijing, it is no secret that Zhao Yueqiu is in charge of the affairs of the Zhao Mansion, this news has already spread in the noble circle, and people have an indelible admiration in their hearts in addition to pointing fingers at her.

After all, it is rare for a pampered girl to be able to carry the entire banner of the Zhao Mansion with her thin shoulders.

Zhao Yueqiu stood up straight, sat down again under the guidance of Qian Lao's eyes, she smiled, and there was a little shyness in her eyes for Qian Lao's joke: "It's a shame to say that the younger generation took over the affairs of the family for the first time, and they were so busy for a while, so this trip has been delayed so far, and it is not strange to ask Old Man Qian." ”

What she said was called a calm and relaxed person, and she didn't take a breath, let alone show a weak heart that opened her eyes and said nonsense.

knew that her words were just excuses, but she couldn't debunk them in person.

After all, the reason why Zhao Yueqiu didn't come to visit immediately after returning to Beijing was because she wasn't sure if the crown prince would be rewarded.

Now that the news of the crown prince's reward has spread out of the palace, of course she will come with a thank you gift.

To put it bluntly, this girl from the Zhao family is still thinking about the prince.

Thinking of this, Qian Lao couldn't help but say a few words in his heart, and rolled his eyes steadily.

"It's not weird, it's just that I'm not happy." Qian Lao was cheeky, and he was ashamed to complain about the coldness of the East Palace: "Even you are here, and the East Palace has not expressed any words." ”

As a businessman, Qian Lao cares most about the return on investment benefits.

Countless gold and silver fell to the bottom of the water, and if he didn't even make a splash, how could he be willing?

Zhao Yueqiu's eyebrows raised slightly, and there was no panic in her eyes: "Don't worry about old money, the prince is busy with affairs, he is not as free as us, and it is also necessary to wait a little longer." ”

is a very gentle voice, but everywhere is excusing Qi Changrong.

Without waiting for Qian Lao to say something sarcastic, as if in order to confirm the truth of her words, the porter hurried from the outer courtyard and whispered close to Steward Qian.

After he finished speaking, under Zhao Yueqiu's clear gaze, Steward Qian hesitantly recounted: "A person named Jun Ju'an sent a carriage of gifts. ”