Who doesn't want to listen to a good story, Qin Shumei put down the teacup, twisted a tiger skin peanut out of the small plate, and took up the posture of listening to the story.

Yang Zhaoquan waited for her to be ready, and then slowly opened his mouth and told her all the past events of General Xu and the first emperor.

"In other words, you have known General Xu for a long time?"

"My father likes to take me to fight, and Xu Lao is also a general, how can he not see it."

It's a shame that she is still vague about the origin of the exile team in front of the old lady, it turns out that the people next to her already know their details?!

Then what kind of energy is she pretending! You said it earlier!

"But the rest of the Xu family doesn't know where you and I come from, so it's hard for you to bother to cover it up for the past two days."

Yang Zhaoquan just looked at her face, and he could guess her thoughts, see her fried hair, and quickly praise her to smooth her out.

"He came to you and kept you to remind you that there was something else going on about your exile?"

Human beings are habitual thinking animals, and if they are in it, it is difficult to detect anything wrong if no one points it out. It's like a sticker that's stuck there, so that no one will look for it, but if it is upturned, it will lead people to tear it.

When she first crossed over, her brain was difficult to function, and she was exiled, assassinated, tied to the system, one after another, one after another, and she was dizzy, only to know that she was pushed step by step. But now that I think about it, there are indeed many doubts.

The prince collaborated with the enemy, what a great crime, there was no trial conclusion, and there was no court controversy, so it was very strange to be convicted so hastily. Could it be that Dayin's judicial system is so imperfect? So unsound? Let's just say that we don't seek a society governed by the rule of law, and a society governed by people must at least go through the motions, right?

And this place of exile, Liangzhou. According to Yang Zhaoquan, the shape of Liangzhou is a slender strip, and the northernmost point is close to the border of northern Xinjiang, which is exactly the place that Yang Zhaoquan is familiar with. What is the difference between putting him back in the northern frontier for the emperor and letting the tiger return to the mountain?

In the end, it was these personal guards sent by King Yan. Could it be that the emperor is really so stupid, and he doesn't know that the escort team has changed? King Yan was able to carry private goods in the team, which is probably also the emperor's secret indulgence.

Qin Shumei could think of it, and of course Yang Zhaoquan thought of it.

"Not long after the new emperor succeeded to the throne, the court seemed to be calm, but the dark tide was turbulent behind the scenes."

Since the imperial brother inherited the throne, he began to alienate himself intentionally or unintentionally, and there was a gap between the brothers, but they were kind to the old ministers of the previous dynasty.

But he doesn't believe in Yang Zhaoquan, does he believe in that Xiangguo Lao'er? If someone says that the status of the old prime minister is still as stable as the previous dynasty, then this person is either crazy or stupid.

The first emperor was able to run around outside, and handed over the court to Xiangguo with confidence, that was because the emperor had accumulated power for a long time, and he didn't dare to make any splashes.

But time has passed, and as soon as the new emperor takes office, the team naturally wants to replace it with his own henchmen. Serious superiors, which one didn't make three fires to burn it for a while?

After all, in the face of great power, no one can take much credit for the dynasty in advance, and don't convince those who have served their fathers to be loyal to their sons, who is still willing to sit in the second-in-command seat after holding power for so many years?

Coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes is the ultimate dream of almost every powerful prime minister who dares to think about it.

"Didn't the emperor have any secret secrets that sent you to Liangzhou?"

Qin Shumei looked at Yang Zhaoquan's contemplative and silent face, feeling that he had probably guessed something.

She originally thought that Yang Zhao's full merit was the master, and the emperor would only take him to the knife when he saw that he was a thorn, but listening to what he said just now, Qin Shumei suddenly found that this Da Yin's court was very lively.

Not to mention Yang Zhaoquan, a thorn head who has won the hearts of the army, there are also thorn heads who rely on the old and sell the old, thorn heads who are cunning and cunning, and a number of thorn heads who jump to their feet and refuse to accept them, which can be described as colorful, and you can choose what type of thorn heads.

If this is the case, then the emperor is the first to take Yang Zhaoquan under the knife, which is very strange.

In terms of relationship, he grew up with the emperor, far more intimate than the courtiers, in terms of the difficulty of cleaning up, the old ministers of the family are intertwined, and even the mercenaries in the south should be a big trouble, now is the time to use Yang Zhaoquan, why would he send him away first?

"Then if this seems to be the case, if the emperor wants you to go to Liangzhou, he will definitely make the next step there, why don't we leave quickly and know the truth as soon as possible?"

Qin Shumei pinched the last tiger skin peanut on the plate, looked at Yang Zhaoquan, who hadn't eaten a single one, grinned, and obediently put the last one in the palm of his hand.

He can only think about military affairs, but in this mansion, she still has to deal with four big and small ladies with explosive combat power, bribe the team leader, maybe she can leave earlier.

The plate was originally piled up, but now there were a few tiger skin dregs left, Qin Shumei was quite embarrassed, and seeing that the conversation was over, he called the maid back to take the plate.

Yang Zhaoquan stuffed the last tiger skin peanut back into Qin Shumei's mouth, and silently added the option of "tiger skin peanuts" to the "daughter-in-law's favorite list". He got up and was discharged from the hospital, ready to discuss the matter of leaving with General Xu again.

Qin Shumei and his wife chatted happily in the courtyard, but the Dong family was bitter and miserable.

"What did Jiajia say? She wants to marry well? ”

Dong pursed his lower lip and almost crushed a mouthful of silver teeth. It's not the first time she has hit Tao Jiajia's idea, this person is straightforward, and has no parents, so he is very easy to handle.

Originally, as soon as the guests left, they could urge her to tell the old lady about it, but she turned out to be ready to get married!

Xu's mansion is rich, but the money is all in the hands of the long house, although his husband is the treasure of his in-laws and eldest brother, but the second elder in the family is bitter, and he is not old and dizzy, and his younger son is longitudinal, but he is definitely not allowed to touch the money. Whatever you want, just tell your family.

Dong's mother's family is not wealthy, and her husband refuses to spend it on herself, she watched her sister-in-law eat and drink spicy food and spicy food, and she made a lot of money, which was simply sour and lost her teeth.

Tao Jiajia is also particularly favored, the property that her father gave her in the early years is now soaring, and the house is still being supported, and the Dong family is really envious.

If she is allowed to marry into the second room, not only will the financial situation of the second room be greatly alleviated, but her man-like body may also add a big fat boy to the second room.

Such a piece of golden lump, how can she let it out!

Tao Jiajia still understands that she will never figure out one, two, three, if someone has some kind of eye medicine, she will make her defect.

Dong lowered his eyes and was silent, and after a while, he chuckled, lifted the needle again, and embroidered the picture of a hundred sons.

"Madame, is it going to be like this?"

"The soft one can't be good, the hard one comes, she doesn't eat the toast, then she has to drink this cup of penalty wine if she doesn't drink it."

Dong's hand flew lightly, but his mouth showed a fierce tone, which frightened the maid who came in to report trembling, and stood aside with her head down.

"What's wrong?"

"The old lady asked the eldest lady to prepare dinner with you, saying that she wanted to entertain the guests."

"Got it, let's go."

Dong inserted the needle straight into the center of the freshly embroidered pomegranate, and the cold light spoiled the whole festive pattern.