The Journey Of The Peasant Mother-in-Law

Chapter 1073: Last name change?

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The difference in treatment by his father was too obvious. There was a rumor in the palace that his father had feelings for the queen. Now it seems that it is not just a rumor. His face became more and more ugly. Therefore, his mother was the bond of interests, and he existed to maintain the interests.

Rongchuan suddenly ran downstairs. When King Qi saw the chaos downstairs, he didn't think anything more and frowned, asking the guards to follow him down. Rongchuan must not be hurt, and neither must Lord Zhou.

Downstairs, Zhulan frowned, she held Zhou Shuren tightly, there were constant shouting in the whole hall, the servants had surrounded the room.

Zhulan was very worried when she saw Rongchuan coming down, "Don't be impulsive, we are fine, just be careful."

Rongchuan protected himself only after seeing that his parents were indeed fine. At this time, the guards had arrived. Rongchuan was protected by the guards and looked at the chaotic scene with a frown. There were fallen tables and chairs everywhere, and the ground was a mess, with teapots and cups broken all over the floor.

The chaotic scene ended only when the patrol officers from the capital arrived.

Rong Chuan saw that the situation was under control, so he took two quick steps and asked, "Dad and Mom, what happened just now?"

Just as Zhulan was about to speak, the King of Qi came down and said, "Lord Zhou, shall we go upstairs and talk?"

Zhou Shuren held his wife's hand and never let go. He would not let go at this time. He pulled his wife upstairs. The King of Qi glanced at them and his eyes twitched.

After choosing a private room upstairs and going in, the King of Qi asked, "Lord Zhou has been downstairs the whole time. Do you know what happened just now?"

Zhou Shuren greeted his wife first, then helped her sit down and said, "Just now, my wife and I were listening to a story. When I listened carefully, I found that the storyteller looked a bit like the emperor. Especially when he lowered his head, I thought of the Zhang family, so I asked the servant to ask the shopkeeper. Unexpectedly, the servant didn't find the shopkeeper. If someone shouted murder, then there would be chaos."

The King of Qi stood up suddenly and said to the guards, "Catch the storyteller for me."

Zhulan thought for a moment and said, "Your Highness, do you have any brushes and ink here? My painting skills are acceptable. Can you let me draw a portrait? This will make it easier to find someone."

The King of Qi held the fan tightly. The chaos just now was not a coincidence. The storyteller escaped. It must be related to the Zhang family. Who doesn't know that the royal family is investigating the Zhang family now? "Thank you for your help, my lady."

Zhulan nodded, stood up and walked to the table beside her, and soon the brush and ink were brought to her. Zhulan was confident in her painting, having learned it for so many years. She carefully recalled the storyteller she had just seen, and then picked up the brush to paint. It was not a plain face, but it was well painted, with clear facial features. Zhulan also helped the storyteller remove the beard, revealing his face. His profile did look like the emperor.

The King of Qi looked at Yang Shuren in amazement. Yang Shuren was quite talented and her figure paintings were so lifelike. "I would like to thank you, Shuren."

Zhulan quickly stood up and returned the greeting, "I don't deserve this, this is what I should do."

The King of Qi handed the painting to the guard and said, "Take the painting and let me examine it carefully."

Then, the King of Qi was embarrassed again, "Please draw a few more pictures, I will take them back to find a painter to copy them."

Zhulan nodded, "Yes."

Zhou Shuren had already chatted with Rongchuan for a few words. Rongchuan saw King Qi looking at him and said, "They say the most dangerous place is the safest place. Your Highness, I just asked my servant to ask. This storyteller has been telling stories here for a few years. As soon as my father sent someone to look for the shopkeeper, there was a commotion. This teahouse needs to be searched carefully."

The King of Qi naturally understood, "Yes."

Zhou Shuren sat aside feeling extremely depressed, he did not expect such a coincidence that he would run into the Zhang family when he went out shopping with his wife. Yes, now he was sure that he would not run away if he was not feeling guilty. It was all because he was affected by the emperor's high-profile investigation and was scared.

Zhou Shuren stood up to help his wife grind the ink, pressing down the paper from time to time, and he felt sorry for his wife.

When the King of Qi came back after explaining things, he saw Lord Zhou with a distressed look on his face. He didn't ask Yang Shuren to do anything. It was just painting a few pictures. Was it that serious

The King of Qi looked at Rongchuan again. Rongchuan was serving tea and fanning himself, with his mouth twitching. How could he be a son-in-law? Even his son is not so filial.

Rong Chuan saw the King of Qi coming back, "Your Highness, King of Qi, can we go now?"

The King of Qi picked up the two portraits and raised his eyebrows, "Shuren paints very quickly."

Zhou Shuren said seriously, "My wife, your wrist hurts again. You clearly bumped it just now, but you still insisted on painting. I feel sorry for you."

King Qi, "..."

Do you really think he's blind? Yang Shuren's wrist is very flexible!

Rongchuan looked up silently and said, "Well, the roof of this teahouse is nice."

Zhou Shuren sighed, "Madam, sit down and rest for a while."

The King of Qi didn't want to see Lord Zhou anymore. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat at night. "Sir, I'm busy here. However, for your safety, the soldiers of the Beijing Guard Camp will escort you back home."

Zhou Shuren smiled, "Then I won't disturb Your Highness from doing his work."

As he said this, he helped his wife to leave, but after only two steps, he said, "Your Highness, today we can be considered as the couple who discovered it. My wife has also drawn a portrait. Can it be considered as helping Your Highness?"

The King of Qi did not want to answer, "I have kept it in mind."

Zhou Shuren, "You only keep such a big favor in your heart?"

The King of Qi thought for a moment and said, "If we catch him, I will give him a generous gift."

Zhou Shuren curled his lips. Are you playing word games? If you don't catch it, you won't give it to me? Although Zhou Shuren didn't say anything, the meaning on his face was very clear!

King Qi, "..."

Rong Chuan continued, "Your Highness often comes to this teahouse and never noticed. Your Highness, what do you think the storyteller thinks every time you come?"

The King of Qi froze, thinking that he would definitely be called stupid. He got angry at the thought and forced an ugly smile, "I will send you a generous gift in a while. I am sorry to bother Yang Shuren today."

Zhou Shuren was satisfied, but before leaving, he sighed, "His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi has changed. He used to be so golden, but now...

Rongchuan couldn't help laughing, King Qi's face darkened, so he was so golden, and Zhou Shuren cheated him of silver? What does it mean now

In the Zhou family carriage, Zhu Lan whispered, "From today's situation, it seems that many people from the Zhang family escaped that year. The person just now should not be the one Rongchuan has seen."

"Well, they continue to be storytellers so blatantly. Obviously, they are very confident in their concealment. It seems that people from all walks of life may have this."

Zhulan counted the years, "It's been thirty years since the Zhang family was executed. Two generations have come out, and it's a new family."

Zhou Shuren pressed his brows and said, "Yeah, I don't know how many people there are now."

Zhulan thought of a possibility, "Do you think the child will be given to someone else to raise? Even the surname has changed?"

Mrs. Song and Jinyan looked at each other. They felt that this matter should be reported as the mistress's guess was too likely.