Death after poisoning (69)

In the noisy crowd, the woman kept shuttling and changing her position, like a fish jumping into the sea, as flexible and free as a fish jumping into the sea, next to the ferry is a narrow alley, walking into the alley and continuing to move forward, the sun shining directly from the east will continue to lengthen the shadow behind him, walking around, the sound of bone growth sounded, the shadow behind him slowly became longer, and the original ordinary facial features quietly became deep and handsome.

At the other end of the alley, there is the more prosperous Lihe Street, which is full of colorful and lively lanterns.

Ten miles along the Lihe Street, there is a quaint and gorgeous house.

The old house of the Ding family has been standing here for hundreds of years, with the back of the river facing the warm sun, which is the most noble and luxurious place.

At this time, the door of Ding's house was heavily guarded, and there were a group of brocade guards holding spears on both sides of the serious and magnificent stone lions, and the heavy guards diluted the lively atmosphere of the New Year, and even the two red lanterns on the lintel could not set off the slightest festivity.

The people passing by the gate did not dare to linger longer, and even the vendors who set up stalls to sell things moved hundreds of meters away.

The entire Zhongdu City knew that Concubine Zhuang was provincial, and the Ding family greeted each other, which was enough to show the dignity of Concubine Zhuang.

Ding Bao didn't like such a noisy and noisy place, but he enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by everyone, especially when the deflated old ancestor of the Ding family had to kowtow to himself, Ding Bao felt very happy in his heart.

In previous years, when the original owner was a girl, this old lady did not like to see her very much.

There is no way, the Ding family is a scholarly family, and they are all white-clothed for hundreds of generations.

Except for Ding Bao.

The original owner was narrow-minded and competitive, bent on becoming the wife of a rich official, without the slightest interest in paper articles, and only had fame and power in his mind.

The old ancestor is a stubborn old woman, abiding by the family style, naturally not used to Ding Bao such an outlier, even if Ding Bao is her only grandson, the old lady is still sarcastic and ridiculed every day, until Ding Bao entered the palace as a concubine, the Ding family did not send half a letter to condole.

Who does the old lady like if she doesn't like her daughter?

Naturally, the Ding family is the best at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Ding Yun'er, who is familiar with the books of sages.

The original owner has a bad breath in his heart, and now it is all up to Ding Bao to gain power, one person is above ten thousand people, even if everyone in the Ding family disdains it in their hearts, but now they still have to kowtow to her obediently.

There is no way, the merchants who sell fish and meat are afraid of death, and the scholars who read the hundred schools of sages are also afraid of death.

Ding Bao has a bad temper and has a big shelf, and Su loves to hold his thighs and fight for people, who doesn't kneel, then let Cen Yao clean him up.

The original position where the ancestor was sitting was now being sat under Ding Bao's buttocks, she thought that the original cushion was a buttocks, so she directly sent someone to throw away the brocade mouse skin cushion that the ancestor had been sitting on for more than 20 years, and replaced it with a luxurious silk cushion.

Almost didn't puff the old lady's nose.

A good family banquet, just because of Ding Bao's sudden provincial relatives, was ruined.

Now everyone in the Ding family is sitting down, Ding Chong moved another mahogany chair for the old lady to sit on, and he stood aside with a cold face, looking a lot of dissatisfaction but not daring to attack.

Now who doesn't know that the world's major events are determined by Cen Yao, and the world's trivial matters depend on Ding Bao.

Nearly half of the hundreds of officials in the DPRK and the Central Committee, large and small, have sent things to Ding Bao and received benefits from her.