Gu Dayong didn't bring a congratulatory gift, or the prince didn't want to give a congratulatory gift at all, but it would not be enough to say that he came empty-handed.

Because it brought a sincere heart, there are still 30 million.

Be happy, be healthy, be happy.

Xia Yuan was moved by this sincere intention, and politely welcomed Gu Dayong into the courtyard and led him to the front hall of the reception.

For the sake of Zhu Houzhao, the future emperor, Xia Yuan was going to invite this Gu Gonggong to drink a cup of tea, and then let him get out.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that Master Xia, you are of high moral character, high and low, and light and dust, outstanding, and elegant, saying that you are the most important and don't like those red tape, so we didn't bring this congratulatory gift, for fear of upsetting Master Xia."

"Are you sure it's not because the prince doesn't have the money to buy a gift?"

For these words, Xia Yuan didn't believe in a single punctuation mark, and if he didn't say anything else, just that bunch of idioms were not something that Zhu Houzhao could say.

It's really not that he looks down on him, and the two of them can be said to be super-normal.

"Master Xia, you can really joke, how can the prince have no money to buy congratulatory gifts, mainly for your sake."

"Really?"

"Is that not it?"

The smile on Gu Dayong's face did not decrease, but he was also thinking about this matter in his heart, and he also felt that the prince had no money to buy congratulatory gifts.

As today's personal companion, can he not know if the prince is rich or not?

Not to mention that a few days ago, His Highness took fifty taels of silver from himself.

said that he borrowed it, and said that he would pay it back when he had money in the future.

But don't you know if you haven't paid it back?

Thinking of this, Gu Dayong felt a little pain in his heart, and our fifty taels of silver were designated as not coming back.

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There is a river on the north side of the back mountain of Xiajiazhuang, and on the other side of the river is a large area of farmland, which does not belong to the villagers of Xiajiazhuang, but belongs to Zhaojia Village.

The two villages are bounded by the river, and a few miles further north along this large expanse of farmland reveals a cluster of tiled huts, including a large courtyard.

The people of Zhaojia Village know that this is the courtyard of the famous rich family in these ten miles and eight townships, the rich man of Zhao.

In the past, no matter who passed by the deep courtyard of this mansion, they had to cast envious eyes, but since last year, this rich Zhao family has become the laughing stock of the whole village from the object of envy of everyone in the village before.

Zhao Caizhu has two daughters, one is biological, one is brought by the concubine, the biological daughter and the son of Xia Juren in the next village have a marriage contract, when it is the turn to get married, the suspect is a sick seedling, so he let the concubine bring the girl to marry.

Everyone in the village can understand that this person's heart is full of flesh, and no one can level it with a bowl of water.

No one can push their biological daughter into the fire pit, but who would have thought that the sick seedling would actually get better, not only did he get better, but he was also admitted to Xie Yuan in one fell swoop.

When it came to this, the people in the entire Zhaojia Village were all laughing and laughing, and finally had to sigh with a little sadness that the rich man Zhao was really unlucky, and his stepdaughter was also a daughter, so Xie Yuangong was naturally his son-in-law.

It's a pity that the two families directly cut off all relations because of the marriage fraud, and when the people of Xiajiazhuang came to talk about it, the rich man Zhao also agreed to be very cool.

A good son-in-law of Xie Yuangong, gone.

After the end of the Shuntianfu Township test last year, these gossips were discussed by the villagers of Zhaojia Village for several months, after all, this era is not as developed as information in later generations, and lying in their own beds can be a headache from strangers thousands of miles away.

Many people may never leave their hometown in their lives, and they will not be exposed to too much information, and any gossip can last for a long time.

However, as time went by, the heat of this matter gradually disappeared, and even became a little unnoticed.

But today, this matter was brought up again by the villagers of Zhaojia Village, and it instantly topped the hot search of Zhaojia Village, became the headline on the front page, and it was also the focus of discussion among everyone in Zhaojia Village.

When passing by the most imposing courtyard in the village, looking at the closed gate, there was no ridicule in the eyes of the villagers, only deep sympathy and silence.

What the rich man Zhao did not have was not the son-in-law of Xie Yuangong, but the son-in-law of Huiyuangong, and soon he would become the son-in-law of Jinshi, and maybe even the son-in-law of Zhuangyuan

At this time, Zhao's family may have found a rope and hanged themselves.

This is what almost everyone in the village thinks.

However, in the courtyard, the rich man Zhao is alive and well, at least there is still qi, or there is no problem with breathing.

And the Mrs. Zhao family is much more miserable, at this time, the Mrs. Zhao family, or Zhao Lin, is lying on the couch with her mouth open and panting, and her eyes are tightly closed.

Her lips were thin and her eyes were slightly narrow, and the first impression of her appearance was that she was a harsh woman to get along with.

But at this moment, the mouth was open and the eyes were closed, which made the bitter taste a little less.

The maid stood on the side of the bed and stretched out her hand to caress Lin's chest, helping her wife to calm down, Zhao Fugui sat on the chair without saying a word, his expression was a little defeated, and he didn't know what he was thinking with his eyes closed.

In addition to these three people, there was also a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl standing in the room, who was Zhao Yueru, the young lady of the Zhao family.

Worthy of the name of the village flower, she is indeed quite iconic, but those narrow eyes and thin lips follow her mother, and the whole face also highlights a mean taste.

At this time, Zhao Yueru stood silently in the room, quietly looking at the mother who was about to be angry to death on the couch, and the father who looked discouraged.

She knew that these two people couldn't accept the fact that the high school Huiyuan surnamed Xia was the same, especially the mother, after learning the news, she fainted and fell to the ground in anger, becoming like this.

Who is she angry with?

Xu is angry with the surname Xia, and hates why the surname Xia not only did not die at the beginning, but he got the middle and the yuan, and now he is a high school yuan;

Maybe he was angry with that little, angry that she had robbed her husband;

Maybe he was angry with himself, angry that he shouldn't have shirked this marriage in the first place, and let that little marry on his behalf.

But wasn't it your idea?

It's you who said that the sick seedling won't live long, and he can't bear to marry his daughter to be a widow, so it's better to let the little marry in the past, and our family will have one less mouth to eat.

It was the daughter who lost this husband, and the husband who is now the high school club, but why did you become so angry?

All kinds of memory images flew through my mind, and there were still people talking in my mind, buzzing and I couldn't hear clearly, but it sounded like my mother's voice.

Zhao Yueru bit her lower lip tightly, a trace of bright red and dazzling blood was left along the corner of her mouth, and the remorse and resentment in her eyes flashed rapidly, and the tears that gushed out of her eyes blurred her eyes.

She clenched her fists tightly, her sharp nails piercing her palms, but she still couldn't relieve her headache, she hated herself, hated her mother, and hated that little.

That should have been my Zhao Yueru's husband, not hers, it should have been mine.

Zhao Yueru gritted her teeth, wiped her tears fiercely, stepped forward and said to her father: "Dad, my daughter is going to the capital to find that little to get my husband back!" ”

(End of chapter)