In this regard, Zhao Yian issued a total of two tasks.
The first task of the main line is to save Xiao's life and reward 3,000 merit points.
The second main task is to take revenge for him, and the merit reward is 15,000 points. The completion of the task depends on Zhao Yi'an's satisfaction.
It is now the fifteenth year of Guangde, and in two days, the Duke of Song, Zhao Lingwu, will command the army to conquer the Tartars. In five years, Zhao Yijing will return strongly with Xing Xiaoya.
At that time, Meng Zezhi was only seventeen years old, and he was just a big concubine who was in an embarrassing situation without his biological mother in the backyard of the Duke of Song's mansion.
But it's not impossible.
He is incompetent, but someone must have.
You must know that for today, Meng Zezhi has been dormant for five years.
Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi frowned slightly, and he said, "Nurse, didn't the sewing room bring a new robe a few days ago, I want to wear it to Huguo Temple."
"New robes?" Mrs. He was a little embarrassed. It was a piece of brocade and satin for three hundred taels of silver. Although it was the leftover material from the previous year, she originally wanted to keep it for Meng Zezhi on the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet. wear.
It's not that the Xiao family treats the concubine harshly. According to the rules of the government, each concubine is matched with a nurse, a maid, and a servant. The monthly bill is two taels of silver, and there are two clothes in season. Two catties of meat, three catties of vegetables, half catty of tofu, three catties of rice, two catties of white flour, two taels of sugar, charcoal (two catties in summer and five catties in winter), 4 candles, and two taels of tea per month - you can pay for it here. Including the rations of the servant girl who followed them.
On this basis, the aunt's share is doubled, the first-born son is five times, and the wife is six times.
Of course, although it is stipulated on the surface, this person is different, and the things he gets are naturally different. Taking meat as an example, Meng Zezhi eats pork and fish the most every day. On the side of the main house, chicken, duck, and mutton... It is not a problem to eat it in other ways, and beef can also be eaten often.
Another example is tea. Meng Zezhi received two taels of silver and a pound of old tea, and the main room was drinking tribute tea from the palace.
Not to mention that the Xiao family and those concubines held some dowry or private property more or less in their hands, and their life could not be more moisturizing.
That is, Meng Zezhi, living by this month's rules, would inevitably be stretched thin.
It's just that He Shi thought about it, it's a rare trip to go out, and if she doesn't dress better, her young master should be laughed at by other young masters again.
"It's about the spirit of dressing up, let the grandfather take a good look... The grandfather of the country is on his expedition, and he doesn't know when he will be back..." He Shi rambled.
Meng Zezhi smiled and said nothing.
He wanted to wear new clothes, but he simply thought that today was a good day for the occasion.
When you get there, people are almost there.
Song Guogong Zhao Lingwu's backyard is quite large. There are eleven concubines (concubines) who are still alive in the book. They were rewarded by the emperor, gifted by flattering people, exchanged with friends and colleagues, and bought from Goulan Courtyard. ... everything, not to mention those unnamed maids.
These concubines gave birth to fourteen concubines and six concubine daughters to Zhao Lingwu in total, the youngest one was just walking down the ground.
Because Zhao Lingwu and Zhao Yijing were about to go out to the Tatars soon, since they were praying for the blessings of the soldiers, it was natural that a whole family would be dispatched for such a big event.
As a result, the streets outside the mansion were crowded with servants and car frames.
He looked at the beautifully dressed aunties in front of him, and then looked at the brightly dressed and energetic young masters. He couldn't help but be glad that he didn't really let Meng Zezhi go out in old clothes.
The Duke of Song, Zhao Lingwu, arrived late, with Xiao Shi and Zhao Yijing behind him.
Zhao Lingwu had just passed his 50th birthday last year. He was tall and handsome, with a small goatee on his chin. Maybe he had been in a high position for a long time, and he was majestic.
Xiao's age is a bit younger than him, about forty-two or three. She looks very peaceful. Because of the proper maintenance, the years have not left too many traces on her.
The most dazzling among the three is Zhao Yijing, who is twenty-three years old this year, with a sturdy body, bronze complexion, and a face with distinct features like a sculpture, which perfectly inherits Zhao Lingwu's appearance. He had a hosta in his bun, and he was dressed in a robe of agarwood woven with gold and moiré. He wore a white jade belt around his waist. A piece of beautiful jade was tied at the bottom left of the jade belt. For the convenience of riding, he wore a pair of white deerskin boots.
The high-spirited appearance instantly turned the others present into green leaves.
Zhao Yikang, who was in the fifth row, had a black face and snorted softly. It was Xu Yiniang next to him who pulled him, and he pouted and put away the dissatisfaction on his face.
Zhao Yijing saw it in his eyes, a sneer flashed across his face, and he did not move like a mountain.
- Zhao Yijing used to have a fiancée, and the woman was the direct daughter of the Runan Hou family, who was only two months younger than Zhao Yijing. The two families decided on a baby kiss when they were young, and it was agreed that they would get married when Zhao Yijing turned sixteen.
As a result, Zhao Yijing just turned sixteen years old on the front foot, and the woman's family on the back foot died one after another, grandparents, uncles, biological mothers, and filial piety continued. In the end, guarding, the woman is gone.
In this way, Zhao Yijing became an older leftover man in a practical sense.
Of course, this doesn't mean that Zhao Yijing is still a boy. As far as Meng Zezhi knew, Mrs. Xiao let Zhao Yijing go into his room when he was fifteen years old, and the four maids by his side were to be carried as aunts after the mistress came in.
Meng Zezhi always wondered what kind of psychology the heroines in those romance novels had when they disliked the male protagonist as a rotten cucumber, and at the same time went all out to get in front of people.
Wait, that's the wrong focus—
One can imagine what kind of storm it will be like when Xing Xiaoya enters the gate of this country's mansion.
Everyone greeted each other: "Father, father, grandfather, wife, brother..."
Song Guogong nodded slightly: "Is everyone here?"
The housekeeper immediately bowed and said, "Master, you are all here."
"Let's go then."
With that said, under the guidance of the servants, Song Guogong and Zhao Yijing got on their horses.
Meng Zezhi got into a sedan chair with the wet nurse, and the maid Ningdong followed outside.
An hour and a half later, the mighty team finally arrived at Huguo Temple.
The host personally greeted him at the gate of the mountain.
After paying homage to Lord Buddha, Song Guogong stood up, waved his hand, gave up 8,000 taels of sesame oil money, gave another 2,000 taels to the host, asked for 200 sticks of incense sticks, and asked someone to watch them, one stick after another. point until he is done fighting.
Xiao Shi then gave up three thousand taels, and helped Zhao Yijing to give one thousand taels.
When I arrived at the concubine of the concubine, except for the 500 taels of Xu Yiniang's family of four, the rest ranged from dozens of taels to hundreds of taels.
Meng Zezhi looked helpless.
He was a Taoist, and now he is worshipping Buddha.
But this is also something that can't be helped. Who told him to use other people's feng shui treasure land now.
With that in mind, he took a bulging purse from the wet nurse He Shi and threw it into the merit box next to the offering table.
After doing this, Song Guogong and his son were invited by the host to the meditation room for tea, and when everyone saw this, they all dispersed.
"Madam, I heard from the monks in the temple that the sweet-scented osmanthus on the back of the temple is blooming, why don't we go and have a look?" Mammy Zheng said while helping Mrs. Xiao out.
Mrs. Xiao reached out and touched the left eyelid, frowning slightly: "Mammy Zheng, since I entered the Huguo Temple, my eyelid kept jumping, what do you think happened?"
Mammy Zheng looked up at her with a look of surprise: "Madam, this is a good thing, don't people often say that the left eye is auspicious, and the right eye is fierce? Maybe this is a reminder from God, our father and son must be will come back victorious.”
"That's for sure." Xiao Shi said immediately.
It's just that even though he said so, Xiao Shi still felt that something was not right while covering his stuffy chest.
Seeing that Mrs. Xiao was not in a state, the corner of Zheng's eyes swept across the lottery booth not far away, and her eyes lit up: "Madam, why don't we go ask for a lottery."
"Alright." Xiao Shi nodded.
The two immediately walked to the lottery booth.
"Amitabha." The old monk in front of the lottery booth bowed and shouted the Buddha's name.
"Master." Xiao Shi folded his hands in return.
"Donor please."
Xiao Shi immediately picked up the lottery, and after shaking it a few times, a bamboo stick fell out.
Only saw the words 'Shang Shang, eight' written on the bamboo stick.
Xiao Shi's face relaxed, he picked up the bamboo stick and handed it to the old monk.
The old monk didn't ask what Mr. Xiao was asking for, and directly based on the number on the bamboo stick, he found a signed letter from the cabinet behind him and handed it to Mr. Xiao.
Mrs. Xiao took a look and said, "I work hard to achieve success, and wait until the flowers bloom and a gust of wind; Xi Jun can only take advantage of the strength, and there is no red branch in the east."
Signing means that there is no success, disaster is coming, but fortunately, there is a silver lining to help.
Xiao shi read the signature again in silence, and while she was shocked, she couldn't hide her doubts on her face. How could such a signature be a signature? She looked up at the old monk, but the moment she met the old monk's eyes, the world was spinning—
"Mother, tiger poison doesn't eat children, even if you don't like Xiaoya, the child in her womb is also your grandson. Why do you want to harm her again and again..."
Xiao Shi, who finally recovered, saw her baby son burst into tears as soon as she opened her eyes, her eyes were wide open, and her entire face turned purple.
Xiao Shi was immediately stunned. The next moment, memories flooded into her sea of consciousness like a tide.
"Prince, what nonsense are you talking about?" Mammy Zheng frowned, and Zhao Yijing could not help but decide that it was her wife who killed Xing Xiaoya's attitude is really chilling.
"Madam didn't sleep last night, and only fell asleep at dawn. The old slave couldn't bear to wake her up, so she didn't make an announcement. The old slave also told the truth to Mrs. Shizi, and even persuaded her to go back several times, but she insisted on staying. Waiting for the lady to wake up in the yard, and told us not to wake the lady. Now she has an accident, but the lady is to blame... "
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yijing slapped Mammy Zheng to the ground with a slap, he opened his eyes angrily, and pointed at Mama Zheng: "But Xiaoya's original words were clearly after you reported it, saying that she was asked to wait a moment. For a moment, the lady was washing. As a result, she waited for more than an hour, and you just let her stand in the ice and snow, no matter what. Finally, the fluffy lady fell asleep again, and sent her away. "
"She's talking nonsense." Madam Zheng covered her face with a look of anger, and then suddenly realized: "She must want to take revenge on Madam, so she deliberately framed things, poisonous woman, poisonous woman..."
Zhao Yijing smiled: "You mean, just for the trivial matter of the past, Xiaoya did not hesitate to catch up with the child in her stomach. Do you believe it when you say it?"
Mammy Zheng hesitated for a moment, then looked firm: "If it's someone else, I don't believe it, if it's Xing Xiaoya, I believe it. Shizi, Madam is your own mother, how can you not believe her?"
"How do you want me to believe her? You forgot, why did Xiaoya lose the first child in her belly?" Zhao Yijing growled with red eyes.
When Xing Xiaoya had an accident, he was the one who let people hide the truth of the matter, in order to take revenge on the Xiao family. So not many people know the truth of the matter, even Xiao Shi thought that she had mistreated Xing Xiaoya, which caused Xing Xiaoya's miscarriage.
Later, the Xiao family was sent to the Buddhist hall by Song Guogong as expected.
Mammy Zheng paused: "This, this is not..."
Zhao Yijing said angrily: "It's all for this sake, you still want to argue, come here, pull them out, beat them, and beat me hard until they are willing to tell the truth."
After speaking, a team of nursing staff rushed in, grabbed the maids who were present, dragged them to the bench in the yard, and fought heavily.
The screams were endless.
"what… "
"Ma'am... help, ma'am..."
At this moment, Mrs. Xiao finally came to her senses. She forgot the Huguo Temple and the signature, and completely substituted herself into the role of 'Xiao'.
She staggered out of the door and saw the scene in the yard, her eyes were splitting: "What are you doing?"
The two nurses reached out their hands expressionlessly to stop her.
Zhao Yijing was unmoved.
Seeing that Mammy Zheng's voice was getting weaker and weaker, Mrs. Xiao was embarrassed and burst into tears: "Zhao Yijing, if you still recognize me as a mother, then let them go."
Hearing this, Zhao Yijing trembled.
At this moment, someone finally couldn't help but say: "Don't fight, don't fight, I said, I said..."
Xiao Shi's expression froze.
The maid was immediately pulled by the nursing home to Zhao Yijing.
She was out of breath, and her nose and tears covered her face: "When Mrs. Shizi came, Mrs. said, if it wasn't for this village woman, how could the prince be estranged from her... How could she be such a dignified lady of a state government? At this point... if she dares to send it to the door, let her stay in the yard, it's best to freeze to death... "
Hearing this, Zhao Yijing's body was shaking.
"She, she's talking nonsense..." Mammy Zheng shouted in pain with her last strength.
Before Xiao Shi came back to his senses, Song Guogong, who did not know when he arrived, looked at Xiao Shi: "You have disappointed me too much."
This was clearly said to Xiao Shi, but in fact it was said to Zhao Yijing.
He is the most thorough person in this big mansion, after all, all these debts are due to him. He also knew that Zhao Yijing was forcing the palace against him, because he was dissatisfied with the release of the Xiao family from the Buddhist hall, but Zhao Yijing should never have brought people into the Xiao family's courtyard, and he was also very angry with Xiao's maid. Moved. If this is spread out, and an unfilial hat is buckled, his life will be over.
In this case, the people in the yard can't stay.
He took Zhao Yijing's side as a matter of course. After all, he had many women, but there was only one son he liked.
He also felt guilty, but it didn't matter whether he felt guilty or not.
Seeing Guogong Song, it was as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw. A light suddenly shot out from Xiao Shi's eyes, but before she could speak, she heard Guogong Song say, "Come here, take the lady to the temple."
Hearing this, Xiao Shi was struck by lightning, followed by a blackness in front of him, and passed out.
The author has something to say:
Xiao Zisu (looking at Meng Zezhi's lower body): I swear I never disliked it.