The emperor cast a sidelong glance, "Don't mutter, isn't this the result you want?"
Zhou Shuren raised his head and said, "I know that I can't hide it from the Emperor. I owe everything to the Emperor's grace for what I am today. I never think that everything will be lost, but I do my duty to the best of my ability. Some people will not let me go!"
The emperor signaled to continue, and Zhou Shuren said: "I don't want to be a ladder for others to climb higher. I hate being involved in my granddaughter's marriage. At the same time, I am also afraid."
The prince looked sideways. Was Zhou Hou still afraid
Zhou Shuren coughed and said, "I'm afraid that getting married will lead to a white-eyed wolf. I'm not making wedding clothes for others today. I'm afraid that the Zhouhou Mansion will be shattered into pieces."
The emperor and the prince fell silent. Zhou Shuren hinted that the Yong'an government was not trustworthy, and reflected that he was afraid of being betrayed.
The study was so quiet that Eunuch Zhang broke into a cold sweat. Zhou Hou was really bold this time!
Zhou Shuren is not afraid at all. He has made enough achievements. As long as he does not break the law, the royal family can't find any reason to blame him. Now, he is not afraid to show his feelings. Yes, he is just afraid. He is afraid that Zhou Houfu will be like a passing cloud.
Your Majesty, "You have always fulfilled your duties. As long as you are worthy of the court and the people, what you think about will not happen."
Zhou Shuren's eyes were deep, and he was satisfied with the result of this test, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
The emperor personally helped the person up, "I and my father believe in you."
He could see very clearly whether a person cared about the country and the people. If it weren't for his worries, Zhou Shuren should have received more.
Zhou Shuren asked in a low voice, "If I quarrel or fight with Duke Yong'an, who will the emperor help?"
Prince, "??"
Your Majesty, "... can you beat me?"
Zhou Shuren couldn't explain what he was saying. His question was a little off-center. Yes, Duke Yong'an was a military commander, but who stipulated that he had to do it himself in a fight? It was stupid to fight even though he knew he couldn't beat him. "I have a master sent by the emperor."
Your Majesty, "..."
Zhou Shuren continued secretly: "I think it's not good for the Supreme Emperor to hold his anger in his heart."
It was really difficult for the emperor when he first founded the country, so I must remember this tone in my heart.
Your Majesty, "..."
Prince, "..."
After Zhou Shuren finished his report, he happily walked out of the palace, attracting the attention of the patrolling guards. The commander of the guards was also familiar with Zhou Shuren, so he stopped specifically and asked, "Is there something happy, Marquis Zhou?"
Zhou Shuren stroked his beard and said, "It is indeed a happy event. Thank you for your hard work, Commander."
The commander of the guards smiled and said: "Then I won't delay the Marquis."
People who are both trusted by the emperor have no conflict of interest with each other and the relationship is still good.
In Zhouhou Mansion, Zhulan was speechless to the eldest son-in-law and his wife, "There's no way you can hide."
What's the point of hiding here early in the morning
Xuemei said simply, "My daughter will know after a few days of hiding that her husband has no intention of accepting disciples. Even if he doesn't give up, there won't be as many disciples as there are now."
Jiang Sheng agreed with his wife's idea, "Mom, we are disturbing you."
Zhulan waved her hand, "This is nothing to disturb, you don't have to accompany me, just go to the yard to rest."
Xuemei went home yesterday and prepared the gift list most of the night. Now that she was not energetic enough, she got up and went back to the yard where she lived to rest.
Just as Xuemei and his wife left, Qingxue came in and said, "Ronghou and his wife are here with the prince."
Zhulan was surprised, "Please come in quickly."
Rong Enqing and his wife came in, Zhulan looked at Rong Anyun, "The child didn't go to the academy, why did you bring the child here?"
Yao Yao turned her head to look at her husband, Rong Enqing pushed her son, "I hired a painting and calligraphy master for An Yun. An Yun has some talent in painting, and today she shamelessly came to ask her to be Mr. Jiang's name."
Zhulan was not surprised by Rong Enqing's straightforwardness. There was no need to be vain all these years. She waved to An Yong to come forward, "This child is already a young boy in the blink of an eye."
An Yong often comes here with her parents. She respects the old lady very much and is busy greeting her, "How is the old lady doing lately?"
Zhulan, "Okay, okay."
The longer this child grows, the more he looks like Rong Enqing back then.
Rong Enqing has often gone to teach orphans in the past two years, as if he has found a new goal. He is more energetic than before. With such a smile, the father and son look more like each other.
Yao Yao looked at her son with soft eyes. Her son had been sensible since he was a child, and her heart hurt. If it weren't for her as a mother, his son would have a better future, instead of like now, where famous gentlemen are unwilling to teach his son. It was all because of the liquidation of the Yao family.
The daughter of the Yao family will have to carry her surname for the rest of her life.
Zhulan liked the child An Yong very much, but the child was too well-behaved and not as arrogant as a noble son. "It's a coincidence that you are here. Xuemei and his wife are at the house. I'll go and ask Jiang Sheng to come over and talk things over first." , I won’t interfere whether Jiang Sheng accepts it or not.”
Rong Enqing was grateful, "It's already a great kindness for you to help me open my mouth."
Jiang Sheng came over very quickly. He was not familiar with Rong Anyun all year round. This child was too quiet and would not pay much attention during the New Year. "I really have no intention of accepting a disciple."
After saying that, seeing the disappointment in the young man's eyes, he added, "But I can give you some advice. I'll teach Ming Jia and Yu Wen, and you can come too."
Rong Anyun hurriedly said, "Thank you, sir."
Rong Enqing also smiled, this was already a good result, "Sorry to trouble you."
Jiang Sheng smiled and said, "No trouble, we are all relatives."
Time passed very quickly. Most of those who wanted to become Jiang Sheng's disciples gave up their thoughts when they saw that Jiang Sheng had no intention of accepting a disciple. There were still a few who did not give up, but they did not push too hard. Jiang Sheng finally felt at ease. Painting in the house.
There were a few heavy snowfalls at the beginning of winter this year, and then there was no heavy snowfall again. There are still snowflakes in the south this year, not as many as last year, which is a good thing.
Zhulan received a letter from Changlian. The letter said that everything was fine in Ningzhou, and also said that the Ningzhou government office house was very beautiful, etc. Finally, she said that she missed her parents at home, and that she was unfilial and could not return to Beijing to visit for many years. wait.
Zhulan felt uncomfortable after reading the letter. Her third son had been sent to Beijing for many years, and Yuyi had grown up. She had never seen her third son again. He said he had a beard, but she didn't know what it looked like.
Qingxue saw that the old lady was not in a good mood, "If you are like this, the Third Master should be worried."
Zhulan sighed, "I don't know how many years it will take for him to return to Beijing. It's too far."
In modern times, there are planes, so you can save a few days of vacation and come back. In ancient times, Ningzhou was too far away from the capital and it was difficult to come back. Since one state is in charge, it is even more inseparable!
Zhulan wanted to go to Ningzhou without sending her child. The couple also wanted to have a child, but the journey was far away. After thinking about it, she gave up, but it still left traces in her heart.
At the door of Jiang's house, Gu Sheng got off his horse and stood for a while before knocking on the door. The concierge heard his master's words, kept waiting, and hurriedly opened the door, "Master Gu, my master is waiting for you!"
Gu Sheng was holding the painting in his arms, and just as he was about to go in, he heard a voice calling from behind, "Brother Gu, Brother Gu."
Gu Sheng pursed his lips and turned around, only to see a carriage stop. Ji Deming got out of the carriage, and another one got off behind him. Gu Sheng's frown deepened!