As the weather gets colder, Zhulan is even more reluctant to go out of the house. This year, except for the first snow in winter, there has been no snow since then.
Xue Han sat next to her mother. As the wedding date drew closer, Rong Chuan was completely blocked outside by her father. Listening to the cold wind outside, Xue Han couldn't help shrinking her neck, "Mom, this winter is too cold. I'm getting married in a dozen days. This weather is unbearable."
Zhulan suddenly laughed, "The one who really suffered is Rongchuan. He even had to ride a horse to pick you up."
There were very few people on the streets in this weather, let alone people riding horses. Those who went out all took carriages.
Xue Han felt a little distressed, and said, "Who made him rush to get married? It would be better to wait until next spring."
Zhulan smiled and said, "Just keep talking tough."
I don't know how distressed this girl was. Don't think she didn't know it. In order to prevent her daughter from getting cold when she got married, she made a new cloak for her daughter that reached her feet. After the girl put it on to keep warm, she asked the servant to deliver a message to Rongchuan.
Xue Han blushed. She thought about getting married and living in a strange place. Even with Rong Chuan around, she still felt a little uneasy. She hugged the hand warmer tightly in her hands, and only then did she feel a little relieved.
Mrs. Song went to rest, and the maid brought Song Lan in. Zhulan hurriedly greeted him, "Why are you here in such a cold weather? Come over and warm up."
Song Lan held her belly and said, "Godmother, have you heard the news?"
Zhu Lan handed the hand warmer in her hand to Song Lan, "Are you talking about the Ministry of Rites?"
Song Lan was panicking. Recently, since the Minister of Rites, Lord Feng, was imprisoned, many people in the Ministry of Rites were implicated. Her husband told her not to worry, but she was panicking. "Godmother, will my husband be pushed out to take the blame?"
This was what she was most worried about. Her husband had always been bullied in the Ministry of Rites. She didn't want to see her brother and sister-in-law's worried faces, but she also wanted to find peace of mind, so she came to the Zhou Mansion.
Zhulan knew about the Ministry of Rites. There was a major purge in the Ministry of Rites. Many officials from the Feng family were arrested. The evidence was all true. The Feng family was too arrogant and had no popularity. There were too many people who took advantage of their misfortunes. "I was also concerned about it. Your godfather told me that Wu Ming only joined the Ministry of Rites this year and has always been unwelcome in the Ministry of Rites. With him watching over him, he won't be pushed out to take the blame."
Zhou Shuren could at least go to the palace to see the emperor often. What's more, this was planned by the prince. Wu Ming is the prince's man, and Wu Ming is the safest person in the Ministry of Rites. The one who should be worried is Gu Zhuomin.
Song Lan felt relieved, "I'm sorry to have made godfather worry."
"It should be. Is the baby in your belly obedient?"
Song Lan touched her belly, her lips full of tenderness, "This child made me very upset when I was first pregnant, but as the months went by, she felt sorry for me as a mother. My complexion has returned to normal in the past two months."
"Where are your siblings?"
Wang Ling seldom came to Zhou's house. Zhulan calculated that the last time she saw Wang Ling was on her birthday.
Song Lan said: "My sister-in-law has always been in better health than me. The doctor checked her pulse a few days ago, and both she and the child are fine."
Zhulan was relieved. She was also concerned about the Wu family because they had no elders, but she had a whole family to take care of. The Wu family was an outsider family after all, so it was not easy for her to interfere. The most she could do was ask more questions.
In the Ministry of Revenue, Zhou Shuren put his hands in his sleeves and sat motionless by the fire. He had written a lot just now and his hands were very cold.
Zhou Shuren looked at the brazier and motioned Jinyan to go to the Ministry of Revenue's small kitchen to get some potatoes or sweet potatoes.
When Wang Ju came in, she smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and was envious. "Is this roasted for me?"
Zhou Shuren stared at Wang Ju's face. "You've gained weight since the beginning of winter. Your face has become bigger again."
Wang Ju was used to Zhou Shuren insulting him, "You can only talk for a few days."
The Ministry of Rites is undergoing a major cleanup and he will be transferred away. I am so happy just thinking about it.
Zhou Shuren snorted, "I've found someone to replace you."
"Then I sympathize with the person who replaces me."
Zhou Shuren was also happy. Some officials from the Ministry of Revenue would also leave next year. Some of them were selected by him. He needed some people with stronger abilities and higher efficiency. This time, there was a vacant position in the Ministry of Rites, and many people were eyeing it.
Zhou Shuren stared at the roasted sweet potato that was snatched from his hand, "You are really not afraid of me anymore."
Wang Ju is not afraid. After a few years, he will be on the same level as Zhou Shuren. Although his power is not as great as Zhou Shuren's, being on the same level also sounds good.
Zhou Shuren wanted to kick Wang Ju, but after thinking it over, he decided to give it up for Mr. Wang’s sake. “You just have a good father.”
Old Master Wang did a lot to win Wang Ju's favor. There was chaos in the court these days, and he was often summoned to the palace by the emperor. There were many people who wanted to get close to him, and the old master did a lot to help him block them.
Wang Ju is proud of having a good father. "I have been envied since I was a child. Aren't you also a good father? Your son has always been envied, and recently he has been hated."
Zhou Shuren was silent. Indeed, the emperor had done his thing in secret. The General Maritime Affairs Office in the capital had been established, and some officials from Pinggang had been transferred back. He had heard a lot about the establishment of this branch office and the list of officials. The emperor himself said that his son had outstanding abilities.
There is no shortage of old foxes practicing in the capital. The emperor said this in front of many ministers. This is a signal that Zhou Changlian's name will be on the list.
Zhou Shuren smiled, "Why, are you jealous of my son?"
"No, I'm not jealous. I have a good father myself. It's a pity that you don't. Otherwise, your career would be smoother."
Zhou Shuren curved his eyes and said, "I don't have a good father, but my career is smoother than yours."
Wang Ju, “… … .”
It's heartbreaking. Who in the capital city doesn't envy Zhou Shuren? But jealousy is useless. Zhou Shuren doesn't have a good father, but he is appreciated and valued by the emperor.
In the palace, the emperor was relieved after dealing with the Feng family. Now that the Chen family was involved, he could also relax a little. "Your brother will be getting married in a dozen days."
The prince was heartbroken. He had always regretted buying the house and secretly gave it to his third uncle instead of giving it directly to Rongchuan. "Rongchuan's wish has come true."
He had never seen someone who was so eager to get married, no, so eager to be married. Lord Zhou blocked her from entering the mansion, but she was still very attentive and was even more diligent in giving gifts.
The emperor said: "We are getting married on such a happy day, we cannot see blood."
What a pity, I have to waste several months of jail time.
The emperor suddenly asked, "What kind of wedding gift did you, my dear elder brother, give to Rongchuan?"
The prince said, "...Isn't the house my son gave me enough?"
The emperor turned around and said, "Does this count? You are the emperor's man, be more generous."
The prince wanted to vomit blood. It was precisely because he wanted to be the emperor that he was stingy. The construction of the country needed money everywhere. "Son."
"Um?"
The prince paused, "My son has a pair of beautifully carved bonsai, natural treasures. Good things come in pairs. My son thinks they are great."
The emperor's eyes widened. It was indeed a treasure. His stingy eldest son was willing to give it away. "You are not so generous even to your father."
Prince, “… .”
He felt that he had the hardest time, it was really too hard!