Chapter 83: Fear
"Ahem...... Now that the Wen Xiang family has arrived, the miscellaneous family will not sell the guanzi. ”
As Wen Chaoxi's figure stepped into the front hall, Yang Gonggong's heart, liver, spleen and kidneys were trembling, if it wasn't for the emperor naming him to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion for this trip, Yang Gonggong would not have come to say anything.
At this time, Yang Gonggong sat on the pear blossom wooden chair as if he was sitting on a steel nail, standing or sitting, with the nightmare experience of the last time, Yang Gonggong put away all the careful thoughts in his heart, and was afraid of Wen Chaoxi, the other party's words and deeds were really not related to the stupid stupid person who laughed when he met people in his impression.
Seeing Wen Chaoxi's gaze, Yang Gonggong lowered his head for the first time.
He didn't dare to look directly into Wen Chaoxi's eyes, he only felt that those glass-like eyes seemed to have some magic, and he could see through people's hearts at a glance and know what was going on in your heart.
"Father-in-law Yang, long time no see."
Wen Chaoxi's eyes flashed slightly, she thought that this time she would change another father-in-law to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to announce the decree, but she didn't expect to see this familiar figure, last time she was stunned by anger, and this time she still had the courage to climb the threshold of their Prime Minister's Mansion.
It's so daring.
Wen Chaoxi successfully misunderstood.
I didn't know that the person she was watching was in a pins and needles at the moment.
"I didn't ...... No, Miss Wen, Miss Wen is too polite. ”
Yang Gonggong waved his hand again and again, his heart was uncontrollable, he coughed lightly, thinking of the burden given by the emperor this time, his throat was bitter, he had it, and he would have been able to leave this tiger and wolf den one step earlier.
"Your Majesty's dictation, a banquet will be held in the imperial garden in the middle of this month, so that the young ladies in each mansion have a place to communicate, maybe they will be brothers or sisters in the same family in the future, they can take care of each other, and it will not be difficult to move an inch when they arrive at Chuxing Academy."
Yang Gonggong paused, looked at Wen Yueying's face, and found that there was no change, then he spoke again and said:
"Presumably Wen Xiang also has his own considerations in his heart, the Golden Chrysanthemum Feast is a big feast in the imperial capital, and there is only such an opportunity every five years, there are not many opportunities for His Majesty to set up a banquet in person, what kind of place is Chu Xing Academy......
Yang Gonggong stopped talking in time.
Enough is enough, there are too many reminders, and if you don't do it, it will outweigh the losses, and Gonggong Yang, who has lived in the palace for a long time, knows this well, and he is the best at looking at people's faces in his life.
If it was like before, Gonggong Yang probably wouldn't have looked at it at a glance, let alone an imperial capital, it was the entire Xinghan Continent, who didn't know that the only daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion was a fool who couldn't say a few words, aren't you talking to Xiangye about this to sprinkle salt on other people's wounds? If a fool can enter Chu Xing Academy, it is better to say that he has seen a sow go up a tree, and more people believe in this statement.
Gonggong Yang stood up and saluted the three people in the room.
"Your Majesty's dictation, the miscellaneous family has been brought, the miscellaneous family is entangled in trivial matters, and His Majesty in the palace cannot leave the miscellaneous family to wait, so it is inconvenient to stay here for a long time, so I will go back and report to Your Majesty."
Seeing that Wen Yueying also stood up from the pear blossom wooden chair, Yang Gonggong was flattered, waved his hand again and again, and said:
"Wen Xiang stays, stays, the Xiangfu miscellaneous family has also been here a few times, the road is familiar, and Wen Xiang doesn't have to send each other."
Exiting the front hall, Yang Gonggong wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, his legs trembled, and he remembered the look he had when he glanced at himself before going out, and shivered.