Wu Wanqiong lowered her head and let Amber lead out.
She has been locked in the room these days, and her body has lost weight again. The clothes she used to wear on her body are empty, and it is unbearable to see her.
"Girl, go back quickly." After sending Wu Wanqiong outside the courtyard, Amber sighed.
Wu Wanqiong nodded and walked forward without speaking.
After a few steps, she suddenly turned around and ran to Amber.
"Amber, my father doesn't help me, now only you can help me."
Amber was a little at a loss: "Girl, this old servant is a servant, and there is really no way I can help you."
"Yes, definitely." Wu Wanqiong nodded indiscriminately, tears dripping down her thin cheeks. "Amber, I still remember when my mother left, saying that my father was busy being an official and would definitely not be able to control me. I would definitely have a stepmother in the future, and maybe the stepmother would criticize me. He also said that if I have something to do , I will come to you, you will definitely help me. Amber, now you are the only one left to help me."
A flash of pain flashed in Amber's eyes, looking at the girl standing in front of him with her head lowered, the lonely and pale woman appeared in front of him again.
Wu Wanqiong's mother.
It's just that very few people in Wu's house know about this matter, and maybe even Wu Ge has forgotten it, but only one person has not forgotten.
Amber took a deep breath and slowed down: "Girl, you should know that twisted melons are not sweet, maybe you may regret your current thoughts in the future."
Wu Wanqiong pursed her lips tightly: "I know, but I..."
"This matter can't be done overnight, the girl has to be patient, and the old slave may not be able to do it, the girl has to be mentally prepared."
"I know."
"Go back to the room, girl, or let the master know that it's time to be angry again."
Seeing what Amber said, Wu Wanqiong knew that he had promised her.
Amber seems to be just a servant, but he is both the confidant of Wu Ge and the general manager of the Wu residence. What Wu Qian can do, he can do, and what Wu Qian can't do, he can do too.
Thinking of this, Wu Wanqiong felt relieved and walked to his yard.
On the contrary, Amber looked at her back and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Xue Zhongshu fell out of favor.
The reason why people came to this conclusion is that He You, who had been silent for a long time, became active again.
At the same time, Xue Tingxiang was neglected by Wu Ge, and used to call Xue Zhongshu when he was doing business. Now Xue Zhongshu seems to have disappeared from Wu Ge's mouth.
The people who can be in the cabinet are all elite, so Xue Tingxiang began to sit on the bench.
In the past, Xue Tingxiang did the longest job, but now he is just sitting in the imperial office drafting various documents. It is also these Zhongshushe people who like to hold high and step low the most. They make him do whatever work they have in their hands. In addition, He You intends to suppress them. Now Xue Tingxiang has broken his legs from running before, and now he is tired and broken.
It doesn't seem like there is a difference, but it's actually a big difference.
The weather is getting hot again, and this year's weather is a little unusual.
Zhao'er never knew what ice was before, but this year it was really hot. Xue Tingxiang gave a little bit of help, and she ordered people to spend a lot of money to buy ice.
With the ice to cool down, life has been much better, but spending money is like running water. Fortunately, she doesn't care about that now.
Xue Tingxiang's wrist was swollen, and when he came back, he asked Zhao'er to rub the medicinal wine that was injured by bruises for him.
People who rubbed their hands while scolding the cabinet were nothing. They used to rub their legs, but now they rub their hands. What kind of people are they? No one is working.
She didn't know the entanglement, and Xue Tingxiang didn't plan to tell her.
All in all, working in the cabinet can be described as hard work.
"Let me see, you should be too embarrassed as the champion. It's better to be a small official like Badou and the others, and feel at ease."
At the beginning of the new year, Mao Badou and Li Datian left Beijing with their families.
This time, the mountains are high and the water is far away, and I don't know when I can come back. However, there would be chaos in the court, Xue Tingxiang wished they could stay outside for two more years, stay away from these disturbances, and it would not be too late to come back when the weather calms down.
He can't go, if he can go, he wants to go too. But it may be gone now, and I am a little unwilling in my heart. All in all, it is very complicated.
"You have a better life when you are outside. If you put it in a place where birds don't shit, it will be difficult."
Zhao'er didn't take it seriously: "What can be difficult, you have survived in Yuqing Village. Why, after two days of being a small official, you can't live a hard life? Besides, now that we are rich, where can we live? ."
Xue Tingxiang was stunned after hearing this, and then thought again, no.
The reality is not in a dream, he is not so bitter and deep, but he has an enemy, but now the enemy is not an enemy, at most is an enemy. And the other party's weight is too heavy, he is too light, and the other party's wave is enough to make him disappear, so people don't even want to deal with him seriously.
Neither of the line of civil servants, nor of Emperor Jiacheng. At best, he is now a seventh-rank middle-class scholar, or a petty official who has been neglected because he does not know how to promote, and may not know which corner he will end up in.
Why should he put the mess in his dreams on himself? These days, following the events in the DPRK, he is worried about the country and the people, and his hair is almost white. In fact, it's all about him.
The sky is falling, and there are tall people on it!
Thinking about it this way, Xue Tingxiang changed his previous sullen state, regained his energy, and said to Zhao'er, "Then I'll think of a way to find a place to release it?"
Zhao'er turned her back to put the medicinal wine's hand for a while, and realized in her heart that something had really happened, no wonder she was like that before. But she naturally wouldn't say this, but nodded: "It depends on your thoughts, I can do whatever I want."
Xue Tingxiang twisted his waist, buried his face in Zhao'er's legs, absorbed the fragrance from her body, and muttered, "I originally wanted to work hard to get you a wife's appointment."
"As a lady, can I have more horns on my head? Since I can't, what's the difference between a lady and an Anren?"
"You fool, the difference is big."
"I didn't see the difference, I knew that all those high-ranking officials were not young, how old are you, how old are you, compared with others, it's not that you're uncomfortable! Let me see that it's good to be a county magistrate. , Look at the magistrate of Xu, the life of others is not very good, wherever they go, they are the magistrates of the county magistrates, how majestic. It's better than staying in the cabinet and running errands every day."
Zhao'er's words are not rough, but that's not the case.
Staying in the cabinet to be a grandson, and going out to be a grandfather, a fool knows how to choose. The problem is that he is only twenty this year. As for fighting wits with those old foxes? The Jiangshan Sheji is too heavy, and he does not pursue his own affairs when he is not in his position. This should be the responsibility of Emperor Jiacheng and the elders of the pavilion, not his precarious boy.
Xue Tingxiang was lying on Zhao'er's lap and asked her to feed him with a silver fork. After a while of relaxation, she felt very comfortable.
He rolled his eyes, and Zhao'er saw this scene and asked him what the hell was going on.
"What the hell can I do?"
"Don't pretend. From childhood to adulthood, every time you act like this, you are playing tricks." All this can't be concealed.
Xue Tingxiang snatched the silver fork from her hand, threw it on the kang table, and kissed it on the head.
"What kind of crazy idea can I make, every time I make a stupid idea, I use it on you."
Zhao'er pushed him and shouted, "Don't, be careful to be caught by Hong'er later."
Xue Tingxiang didn't care, so he went to pull the silk pants under Zhao'er's skirt: "I ran into it, I ran into it, if the kid asks, we will tell him to have a sister for him, he doesn't want a sister. Besides, there are Xiaohong and the others are watching, he can't come right now."
"That won't work either, in broad daylight..."