After hearing about the troubles faced by his younger brother, Zhao Junqi commented: "If you don't marry, you won't have children, and you won't be able to worship your ancestors. There's nothing wrong with what you did, fourth child. If Mrs. Cui makes trouble with you, she doesn't understand the general situation."
Zhao Chengyan was also a little worried, "I have told her that we should leave the mother behind and keep the son, but she still can't tolerate it and insists on asking herself to leave. I don't dare to offend her and hurt the harmony between the couple. I go out early in the morning and stay late every day. It's really a dilemma. ."
Zhao Junqi stroked his beard and joked: "This is because you have spoiled me. How can a noble prince be allowed to take advantage of a woman? You have to set rules for her and let her know what it means for a husband to guide his wife."
Zhao Chengyan shook his head helplessly.
Zhao Yue, who had been silent all this time, listened to the elders talking about family affairs. She was not as bored as before. Instead, she listened with interest, so much so that she put all the serious things aside.
The fourth emperor's aunt Cui has a very good reputation in the family. She has been married into the Zhao family for seven years. She has a noble character and manages her husband quickly and skillfully without making any mistakes.
There were two occasions when other branches of the clan had no one to take care of their affairs, so they still asked her to come over and help handle the matter properly. This shows that this daughter-in-law is highly recognized by the clan.
In addition, she is also gentle and dignified, in line with the mainstream aesthetics, and her family thinks highly of her.
The only shortcoming is that it is useless and has no heirs.
Now that King Qing finally had a continuation, he would also raise him under her name in the future. This clearly gave her a way out, but she didn't appreciate it. She was simply ignorant.
Zhao Junqi felt that Cui did not understand the general situation, and Zhao Chengyan could not understand it.
The two men had a discussion.
Zhao Yue listened silently, thinking of Mrs. Cui whom she had met at the palace banquet before. She spoke softly and gracefully, and her every move and smile was charming and elegant. It always made people couldn't help but take a second look...
"Is Erlang coming here for something important?"
Zhao Junqi asked unexpectedly.
Zhao Yue came back to her senses and quickly replied: "Xunzhou has submitted a document asking for an application to build a dam on the Nanhe River..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Junqi interrupted: "The prince oversees the country, and the prime ministers of the political affairs hall have made the final decision. There is no need to ask me for instructions on these small matters."
Zhao Yue: "..."
Zhao Junqi looked like a loving old father and asked gently: "Does Erlang have anything else to do?"
Zhao Yue silently looked at this father who did not seek advancement. Today, all the officials are off, and his father and the emperor's uncle are all here listening to music for entertainment, but he still has to run errands and work.
Forget it, who asked him to deal with such a good-for-nothing father
When he was a child, his teacher tricked him. In order to have fish every meal, he forced him to start looking for a future for his father at the age of four. He coaxed and lied to his grandfather, Emperor Wu, used "childlike words" to sow discord, and killed him one after another. The two imperial uncles narrowly managed to save their father's crown prince position, otherwise the whole family would have had to go drink the northwest wind.
Now that my father is so lost in playing with things, he, as a son, will probably have a hard life.
Zhao Yue shook her head helplessly and stood up, took the official document from Eunuch Gao's hand, bowed to the two elders and left.
After leaving Chongzheng Hall and walking in the corridor with red walls and green tiles, Zhao Yue held the official document and looked at the towering walls on both sides, and couldn't help but think of what King Qing had just said.
"I have already told her that I would leave my mother alone, but she couldn't tolerate it. She had to invite herself to the court to make a divorce..."
Thinking of that warm and gentle face, the straight back and the head held high, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, squinted his eyes and tilted his head to look outside the imperial city.
Eunuch Wei, the eunuch behind him, didn't understand his behavior and asked curiously: "What is your highness looking at?"
Zhao Yue didn't answer. He just stood there for a while before walking away with his hands behind his back.
He is tall, has a calm demeanor, and is arrogant and elegant. Whenever anyone in the palace meets him, he will bow and salute, because for this imperial city, the East Palace is the ultimate person in power.
Returning to Yong'an Palace, the maid served him tea.
Zhao Yue put the official document on the desk, cleaned her hands and took a sip of tea, no longer thinking about doing anything serious. He seemed to have remembered something, so he took out a painting from the bookshelf and hung it on the wall for inspection.
The painting showed a girl playing with a dog. The dog on the ground was fluffy and looked like a puppy, lively and cute.
The girl sitting under the pavilion was wearing a light palace dress and a Uighur bun. She had a graceful figure and was teasingly holding a piece of foxtail in her hand.
The whole scene is extremely comfortable and full of vibrant spring fun.
This painting was copied from "Spring Fun".
The original painting was a painting of a harem concubine by a former palace painter. When he copied it, he made a small change and added a small mole on the girl's earlobe.
If you don't pay attention, you won't be able to find it.
Staring at the girl on the scroll, Zhao Yue couldn't help but stretch out her index finger to outline her beautiful eyebrows.
The girl had a pair of smart almond eyes. She seemed to be amused by the dog on the ground, and she looked like a real person when she smiled.
A person who has been hidden in his heart for a long time but cannot be touched.
Little did he know that the mole on his earlobe had troubled Cui Wenxi a lot and she felt it was not pretty enough.
The Duke's wife, Mrs. Jin, coaxed her into saying that the mole was a symbol of good fortune, and she gave up.
While sitting in front of the bronze mirror and putting on her earrings, Cui Wenxi looked at the small mole with disgust and couldn't help but reach out and pick it.
After a while, Fang Ling came into the room and said, "My husband went to the palace early this morning."
Cui Wenxi held a jade hairpin on his head and asked, "I am taking a break today. What is he doing in the palace?"
Fang Ling frowned and said, "They didn't say that."
Cui Wenxi laughed, put down the jade hairpin and said, "You are hiding from me."
Fang Ling was helpless, "My husband has been avoiding seeing me these days. It shows that I don't want to conflict with my wife. Can my wife think again and give both parties a step down?"
Cui Wenxi didn't answer, just looked at himself in the mirror carefully.
Her neck is slender, fair and delicate, with a beautiful swan neck, and her collarbone lines are also graceful and smooth. She is most eye-catching when wearing a myrobalan skirt paired with a large-sleeved shirt.
Girls in Daliang pursue flattering neckwear, and in order to maintain their slim figure, she is extremely restrained in her diet.
Like all girls who love beauty, she likes to dress herself up, wear beautiful clothes, and wear dazzling head and face jewelry. She spends a lot of effort to maintain her whole body, leaving no flaws anywhere.
The same is true for being a human being.
She couldn't tolerate a grain of sand in her eyes, couldn't stand her husband having an affair with another woman, and couldn't stand raising children for others.
Her self-esteem does not allow her to compromise.
Or maybe, if she had never embraced equality and never seen monogamy, she might have made peace with this era.
It's just a pity that her soul has received higher education, experienced the civilization of modern society, and enjoyed the nourishment brought by independence, which has created her vision. After all, she cannot follow the three obediences and four virtues like the women here, and the husband is the wife.
Fang Ling on the side looked silently at the girl who was sitting in front of the dressing table, leaning forward slightly and holding her head high, in a posture of preparing for battle.
Sometimes she admired the pride deep in her bones. She would not waver in the slightest when encountering big things, and she was terrifyingly stable. But sometimes she couldn't understand her stubbornness. She seemed to be able to tolerate everything, but couldn't tolerate anything.
The two contradictory struggles are reflected in this girl, making it difficult to see and understand.
Sensing her scrutinizing gaze, Cui Wenxi glanced at her from the corner of his eye and asked, "How do I look today?"
When Fang Ling came back to her senses, she really couldn't understand her mentality, "My wife has a good figure and looks good in anything she wears."
Cui Wenxi looked at the chest-length shirt and skirt she was wearing. The undershirt was a pine flower color with a straight collar and elegant moire pattern. The long skirt was a peach red and tea white skirt with a shawl hanging lazily on her shoulders. Quite charming.
"Go get my dowry book. I want to take a closer look."
Fang Ling was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Why are you looking at the gift book?"
Cui Wenxi turned to look at her and said half-seriously, "Let's see how long I can continue to squander."
Fangling: "..."
She had no choice but to go on errands.
Later, the steward sent the house's expense account books for the mistress to review. There were several books in the wooden box.
Cui Wenxi ordered people to put it there and look at it when it was empty.
Prince Qing had been keeping her cold for the past two days, but she wasn't worried at all, and she wouldn't play tricks with him because of it. She wouldn't fall behind at all in what she was supposed to do.
She will not be passive in her work until she steps down from the title of Princess Qing.
Fang Ling took the dowry book. It was bright red and thick.
When she got married, the wedding was held with great splendor, and her mother's family's dowry was also generous. There were more than ten real estate shops in Zhuangzi Courtyard alone, and there were countless gold, silver and jewelry.
She had been favored in the Duke's palace since she was a child, and she was the eldest daughter of the principal wife. She was well-educated in her family, and she was also motivated. When the people who came to propose marriage after her hair passed the threshold, she became famous to Cui Pingying, the Duke of the town.
Therefore, when she married Prince Qing, her mother's family gave her a lot of dowry.
In the years since he entered Prince Qing's palace, Cui Wenxi has taken good care of the family business. Prince Qing's original property has also been doubled, and he has been a good wife to the extreme.
Now that Prince Qing is not to her liking, it is time to withdraw, and he will never be sloppy.
Seeing her carefully looking through the ritual book, Fang Ling felt mixed emotions in her heart, because once she reached the stage of reconciliation, it would not be of any benefit to her, whether it was the world's view of her or her future future. is bad.
Fang Ling still wanted to make a desperate struggle, so she asked tentatively: "Have you really thought clearly about leaving?"
Cui Wenxi glanced at her and said, "You have served me for so many years, you should know my temper."
Fang Ling sighed, "I naturally hope that my wife will be well."
Cui Wenxi smiled slightly and said: "Since you wish me well, please remember not to hold me back in the future, do you understand?"
Fang Ling was about to speak but stopped.
Cui Wenxi said calmly: "Don't try to get me in trouble, otherwise, I won't be able to tolerate you."
Fang Ling said solemnly: "Madam, you are serious. What I am today is all due to Madam's kindness in remaking me. I will not forget it until my death. I will never do that treacherous thing."
Cui Wenxi said with satisfaction: "That's what I like about you. You can handle everything clearly and you are not confused." After a moment of pause, "Don't mention the matter of persuading peace in the future. I don't like to listen to those big principles."
Fang Ling wanted to say something else, but finally endured it and replied: "I understand."
Cui Wenxi carefully counted the dowry in the gift book and said to himself: "This dowry is enough for me to spend a few days. When you have time, go to the warehouse and count it carefully for me. Not a single thing can be left behind, as long as it belongs to me, Cui Wenxi." , even if it is a pendant, it must be taken away."
Fang Ling responded yes.
Cui Wenxi continued: "In the future, the money obtained from the dowry property must not be entered into the accounts of Prince Qing's Mansion. You can collect it in person and give it to me."
"yes."
"When I have free time, I'll have someone clean up the Sanjin Mansion in Changlingfang. I'll probably stay there in the future."
"Yes." After a pause, "Why don't you go back to the Duke's mansion? This is your home after all."
"Why do you go back after we are divorced? Do you think you will be disgusted by the two elders?"
“…”
"I'm going back to my parents' house in two days. It's hard for you to deal with. Don't hold me back. If anything happens, I will always find a way to protect you. Do you understand?"
"My slave understands."
"Go down, you have nothing to do here."
Fang Ling retreated silently.
Later in the evening, King Qing came back from the palace and asked the Queen for a box of newly imported snails and royal rouge, and ordered them to be sent to Yaoguang Garden.
Cui Wenxi loves beauty very much, and she really likes these pink and white makeup.
Zhao Chengyan's move was nothing more than doing what he wanted.
Who would have thought that Cui Wenxi didn't even look at it and sent someone back directly.
Zhao Chengyan looked at the contents of the wooden tray and was immediately furious.
He thought she would know how to find the stairs after two days, but instead he started to show off his temper.
I remembered that my brother said that his cousin, the prince, couldn't even handle a woman. He was really too cowardly to be like a man who would get angry just waiting for words.
Cui Wenxi has been a coward after going out early and staying late these days. Now he lowered his face and begged for peace, but she didn't appreciate it. No matter how good his temper was, it was almost worn out. In frustration, he lifted the luodai and rouge from the wooden tray. It fell to the ground and was immediately scattered everywhere.
Suffocating in his heart, Zhao Chengyan wanted to go to her to reason with her, so he hurried to Yaoguang Garden with his hands behind his back.
When he passed by, Cui Wenxi was playing with the magnolia in the vase.
After she carved the simple white magnolia, it became as graceful as a young girl in bud, standing quietly in a long-necked vase, giving her a sense of independence from the world.
There were no servants outside to report. Zhao Chengyan stood in the yard, looking at the shadow inside through a window, his anger gradually being swallowed up by the shadow.
He loves Cui Wenxi, and even after seven years, he is still willing to put her at the top of his heart.
He could never forget the scene when he saw her for the first time. The girl Pingting stood gracefully in the rain curtain, holding a red oil-paper umbrella, as if she was integrated with the surrounding scenery.
Sometimes he loved her pride deeply, and sometimes he hated her pride deeply. These two contradictory emotions were entangled in his mind, making him love and hate her at the same time.
Even though he had owned her for seven years, she still got pricked from time to time.
She always gave him a sense of confusion.
Sometimes he could clearly feel her joy, and sometimes he felt that this woman was as illusory and elusive as a mirage.
That kind of nonchalance can always easily catch him.
For example, now, he was clearly angry that she was ignorant, but when he came over and saw her figure, he couldn't help but fall into self-blame.
If she cried, vented, or had a big fight with him, he would feel better.
But she didn't.
She had obviously been to another hospital, but when she came back she didn't feel embarrassed or unhappy at all. She didn't cry or scold him, she just said the most hurtful words in the gentlest words.
Shiro, let’s make peace.
At a certain moment, Zhao Chengyan couldn't help but go crazy.
At the same time, he also vaguely realized that he could not control this woman.
She can either perch under his wings or walk forward in the rain without fear of wind and rain. She is a woman who would rather die holding the fragrance of a tree.
And the funny thing is, it was her pride that attracted him, and it was her pride that stung him.
After standing alone in the courtyard for a long time, Zhao Chengyan left.
On the way back to Xuetang, he made up his mind not to reconcile with her, just to see what else she could do!
Before Cui Wenxi fell asleep, Fang Ling told her that Prince Qing had just arrived. She was stunned and asked, "Why didn't you know that you met me?"
Fangling: "It's the husband who refuses to let me go."
Cui Wenxi lowered his eyes and said nothing.
After all, Fang Ling was a little soft-hearted, but she still held it back and said, "My wife is returning to the Duke's mansion... Do you want to inform Mr. Lang?"
Cui Wenxi: "Of course I want it. I will tell him personally when he comes back from work tomorrow."
Fang Ling helped her lie down, turned on the lamp and closed the door before retreating. Cui Wenxi lay alone in the darkness, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.
After spending so many years with Prince Qing, even cats and dogs have feelings, let alone humans
It's just a pity that they couldn't make it to the end after all.
The next morning, Cui Wenxi sat in the study room to review the account details of Prince Qing's Mansion last month. If she saw something unclear, she would circle it.
Faang Ling brought tea to serve her, knowing that she could not be disturbed while she was working, so she quietly left without making any noise.
After waiting for tea outside, I suddenly saw a woman coming in a hurry. I was afraid of disturbing the mistress in the house, so I whispered a few words to her.
Fang Ling frowned slightly, lowered her voice and asked, "What do you say over there?"