The Lofty Fierce Consort

Chapter 138

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In the evening, the old lady was noisy again.

The chicken soup brought by Zhao's mother was fed to her, but she vomited all over, making the clothes and quilts all over the place.

Mother Zhao knew that the old lady was reluctant to drink chicken soup. Since Weiyuan Hou's mansion moved out, the old lady's food has dropped a lot. In the past, although ginseng and deer antlers were not constantly available, there were also tonics such as bird's nest that could be used every day. Nowadays, the only tonic that the old lady uses to replenish her body is chicken soup, hen stewed with angelica, red dates and so on. No matter how the content is changed in it, it is also chicken, and the taste is the same.

Not to mention that the old lady seldom eats chicken before, even eating chicken is a lot of attention, for example, killing a dozen chickens just to eat a plate of braised chicken wings, or a few chickens to stew soup, just to eat a bowl of chicken shreds noodle. How can she accept the old lady with chickens

Because of this, Xiao Miao, who is ignorant, always says that the old lady is greedy and wants to eat well.

Zhao's mother didn't have time to take care of her, so she just let her talk. In fact, Xiao Miao is not a broken mouth, but there are a lot of cleverness among the servants. It is obvious that it is a chore to serve the old lady, and only a fool will take the initiative to come, so it falls on Xiaomiao, a little girl bought from outside. And some servants, she is lazy by herself, and always likes to ridicule others. Every time she saw Xiaomiao sitting in front of the big wooden basin and washing the quilt, someone would ask her what happened.

Xiaomiao is young and ignorant, she can't understand why the old lady is so unpopular with such a good chicken soup, she can only say that the old lady wants to eat well. She also kindly wanted to let Mrs. Chen know about it and change the old lady's tongue. Unfortunately, Mrs. Chen always turned a blind eye.

Zhao's mother supported her in front and asked Xiaomiao to change her clothes for the old lady. Xiao Miao leaned over to unbutton her clothes, hearing the old lady's indistinct roars and cursing.

Let's go first, Xiao Miao is also quite afraid of this kind of sound. After a long time, it is not too close, she is not afraid anymore. It's that she didn't dare to get close to see the old lady's face. This face always reminded her of the story of the yellow-skinned zijing that her mother told her when she was a child.

Xiaomiao was not the son of Weiyuan Houfu's family. She came to Hengshui Hutong later, and no one came to serve the old lady, so she bought it from outside.

As soon as they survived, Zhao's mother and Xiaomiao were both sweating profusely. After resting for a while, Xiaomiao went to the kitchen to bring the hot rice on the stove. Mother Zhao asked her to eat first, while she sat beside the bed and persuaded the old lady.

Xiaomiao admires Zhao's mother very much, because she has also heard what the old lady said, but she can't understand it. She naturally didn't know that this was the skill that Mama Zhao had developed after serving the old lady for decades. Even if the old lady gave her a look, Mama Zhao knew what she wanted to express.

Xiaomiao was squatting outside and grabbing the rice in the bowl. The servants' rice was naturally not as good as the master's. There were only a few pieces of fat and some vegetable leaves, but it was something Xiaomiao never dared to eat before. In fact, Xiaomiao lived in a small village not far from the capital. There was a famine the year before, and the family could no longer support her, so she sold her. When she was sold, Xiaomiao was only eight years old, and now she is only ten years old.

After all, Zhao's mother still did not persuade the old lady, and the remaining half cup of chicken soup was brought out. Xiaomiao sniffed the smell of chicken soup in the air. Seeing this, Mother Zhao poured the rest of the chicken soup into her bowl. Xiaomiao asked Zhao's mother to eat some too. Zhao's mother shook her head and glanced at Xiaomiao strangely.

Xiao Miao knew that this meant pity, and many people in the yard looked at her that way. From Xiao Miao's point of view, these people are quite boring, isn't it just that the days are worn like this? It's good to have a full mouth to eat. They probably haven't tried when they can't even eat their stomachs.

Mother Zhao didn't even eat dinner, she sighed and shook her head and went back into the back room. There must be someone around the old lady who is on duty at night. This job is usually done by Zhao's mother. Because Xiaomiao is small and a little stupid, she can't do it.

In the middle of the night, Xiaomiao was woken up by Zhao's mother, saying that she was a little uncomfortable and asked her to stay for a while.

The next day, Xiaomiao wondered why Mama Zhao didn't get up. When she went to call her, she found that Mama Zhao couldn't get up.

Zhao's mother was ill. She was so sick that she couldn't get up when she lay directly on the couch.

Mrs. Chen asked a doctor for Zhao's mother. The doctor said that she was getting older and she was in short supply, so she could only raise it slowly.

Zhao's mother was ill and could no longer serve the old lady. Xiaomiao would definitely not be able to do it alone, so she could only take one of the servants out to serve. The servants are afraid to avoid it, and it is useless to ask grandpa to tell grandma. It is impossible for Chen to go into battle in person, so whoever is selected will naturally be unlucky.

Without seeing Mama Zhao, the old lady became even more troubled, but no one could understand her words, so let her make trouble. On the other hand, Xiaomiao understood why the old lady was making trouble, and told her that Mother Zhao was ill and could not get up now.

Mother Zhao lay down for two more days, her son came to the door, and begged the third master to say that she wanted to carry Mama Zhao out. Zhao's mother has worked hard for Weiyuan Houfu all her life, but now she is terminally ill, Zhao's mother's son wants to take her out to serve for two days.

The third master agreed. When Zhao's mother was carried away, there were tears in her eyes.

After Mama Zhao left, the old lady was silent for a long time, but she returned to her old ways after a few days. But she was making a fuss, but the servants who served her were not so dedicated this time. If the clothes and bedding are dirty, they should continue to be dirty. If you are not in a hurry, just wait. Don't even think about wiping your body, you shouldn't even turn over every half an hour.

The third master will come to greet the old lady every one or two days, but now the old lady has become completely different from before, and everyone knows that she is making trouble for no reason. Take a little more care. Chen Shi was full of anger. She had to worry about such a big mess. The two daughters came to him every day to cry. He Yan Qu told her face to face so that she could be more concerned. Will be more attentive to have ghosts!

A patient who is paralyzed in bed needs to be served with all his heart in order to survive for a long time. Being so noisy, in a few days, the old lady won't have the strength to make a noise. The weather was hot, and no one helped her turn over to wipe the sweat and change the bedding, and the old lady soon developed bedsores.

She hurt her and was uncomfortable, so she could hear her whine or howl day and night. It's just that no one pays attention to her at this moment, and everyone thinks that she is an old lady on purpose. The woman who served the old lady with Xiaomiao even cursed in secret, "Why don't you die quickly, die!"

Suddenly one day, the old lady finally stopped. No longer making the six girls and seven girls so frightened that they cried at night, and no longer making a fuss about Aunt Lan wanting to put cotton wool in the ears of her young son, the sun was shining on everyone's faces.

Another day, Xiaomiao's scream resounded throughout Erjin's yard.

The old lady is gone.

The old lady's death was extremely tragic. She was as thin as a stick, and her back and buttocks were full of bedsores that had already festered.

The third master was furious and scolded the servant who was serving the old lady.

But the servants are also quite innocent. Xiaomiao is young, and she is a thug. After Zhao's mother left, Chen's also arranged for someone to come and serve, but after a few days, the person quit, crying and shouting to quit, and had to be replaced. In the end, such a rule was formed, and several servants took turns to serve, changing one every few days. Whose responsibility can the old lady find like this? You can't always pull it out and beat it. What's more, who will do the errands in this mansion

Under the instigation of Aunt Cui, the third master blamed the Chen family for all the responsibility, all because the daughter-in-law did not care, which caused such a situation!

You can only make trouble in your own house. Before going to report the funeral, you have to pick it up for the old lady. We can't let the big room and the big sister know that the old lady passed away in such a desolate way because they didn't care about the three rooms.

When Yan Zhi was away, the Xue family came with their two sons, and Shen Yiyao and Yan Mo also came.

Zhao's mother's son, who has been paying attention here, did not dare to go back and tell his mother the news. Zhao's mother has been seriously ill since she left here, and she has just recovered. He was afraid that if he told his mother the news, his mother couldn't bear it.

The old lady's funeral was held in Hengshui Hutong.

Today is different from the past. Except for the Chen family, the Shen family, and the Xue family's parents, almost no one came to pay their respects. Yan Feng cried so hard that it didn't help.

When a person dies, he dies, and a person dies like a lamp goes out.

The spirit that stopped for seven days was buried in a hurry, and was buried in front of Yan Ting's robe and crown, living next to the deceased old marquis.

Xu Xiangrong originally wanted to hide from Yan Ting, but after thinking about it, he decided to tell him.

Yan Ting had just recovered from a serious illness, and fell down after learning the news. After he woke up, he forced someone to carry him into the carriage, which stopped for a whole night opposite the Sanfang Residence in Hengshui Hutong.

On the day of the old lady's burial, naturally everyone was present, even Yan Yan and Luo Huaiyuan.

After that, when Yan Yan and Luo Huaiyuan got into the car and were about to go back to their residence, they saw a familiar black lacquer carriage in the distance.

This kind of ordinary-looking carriage can be found everywhere in the capital. Yan Yan's attention is that she had seen such a carriage at Hengshui Hutong long ago, but now she saw another one.

Is it the same car, or did she see it wrong

"What's wrong?" Luo Huaiyuan asked.

Yan Yan shook her head: "Nothing."

This incident only caused a faint ripple in Yan Yan's heart, but she didn't think deeply.

After everyone left, the inconspicuous carriage that was parked in the distance finally approached.

Stopping far away, the groom got down, put down the bench, and pulled back the curtains.

There was a voice in the carriage.

"I'll have someone help you down."

"No." It was another male voice.

Then, a person came out of the carriage.

The man's face was as pale as a ghost, and his cheeks were so sunken that it seemed that only a handful of bones remained. His movements were quite difficult, and the simple act of getting out of the car made him dawdled for a long time and broke out in a cold sweat.

The driver couldn't bear it any longer, he stretched out his hand to help him, he could not avoid getting out of the car, and almost fell over.

"Your leg hurt-"

Yan Ting leaned on the wooden cane with difficulty, and waved the other hand behind him to help him, "Get out, get out!"

His expression was quite excited, his eyes were sunken, black and blue, and his eyes were full of red blood. At first glance, it looks like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

He limped forward, each step hurting into the bone marrow, but he felt a refreshing feeling from the bottom of his heart.

Mother, mother, my unfilial son is here to see you!

Xu Xiangrong looked at his back from the carriage with complicated eyes.

After a while, he got out of the car and walked slowly to the place after him.

Yan Ting went to the grave with all his strength.

After falling off the cliff, his right leg was seriously injured. It is said that when he was found, his right leg bone was directly outside. After visiting a famous doctor, he connected his leg. The doctor said that he needed to take good care of it, otherwise he would become disabled in the future.

It stands to reason that Yan Ting should not be brave and walk around at this time, but as a son of man, he has never done a good job of filial piety. His mother was not by his side before his death, and he was not there when the filial son threw the bowl and beat the flag, and even when he was buried, he was not there. Can't show up either. Yan Ting finally came out of the shadow of begging for death, and finally had a little idea of survival. At this time, he was completely shattered by the death of the old lady.

Even if she knew that life and death were a matter of time, the old lady's body was already in bad shape, and it was estimated that it would be another heavy blow when she learned of her death. White-haired people send black-haired people, who can bear this! It was another blow to move out of Weiyuan Hou's mansion where he had lived all his life! It is conceivable that the old lady will be bad. But Yan Ting couldn't think of this at this time, even if he thought of it, he didn't want to pay attention to it. He felt that it was all his fault, and it was because of his old lady that she died so early and miserably. Otherwise, the old lady would definitely enjoy her old age.

Yan Ting knelt down with a thud and threw away the crutches in his hand.

With a grief-stricken 'mother', he fell to the ground and cried out all his grief. The cold wind was blowing, and the white paper money was blown and danced with the wind. Xu Xiangrong stood not far behind him, with one hand behind his back, and bowed his head as a salute.

Yan Ting knelt like that, like an eternal sculpture.

The sky began to drizzle lightly, and the rain was fine and dense, and soon the ground was wet.

Xu Xiangrong took two steps forward and dragged him up: "Let's go, it's time to leave."

Yan Ting, who had been silent for a long time, waved him away: "Get out!" He roared hysterically, as if Xu Xiangrong was his enemy.

Xu Xiangrong pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, and the lines of his face were stiff.

"I repeat, it's time to leave!"

Yan Ting ignored him, and he reached out to drag him again. Xu Xiangrong is not good at martial arts. If Yan Ting was in good health, he would naturally not be able to pull him, but now that he has just recovered from his illness, and his heart is hurt, his legs and feet are inconvenient, so Xu Xiangrong pulled him up.

"Why did you save me? Why did you save me? You might as well let me die, I won't be grateful to you..."

Yan Ting seemed to be crazy, struggling desperately, the rain slammed on the two of them, and after a while, his hair was wet against people's faces.

"Enough is enough! What a commotion!"

Xu Xiangrong couldn't bear it any longer, and he used him to the ground.

"My patience is limited, don't challenge my patience. Don't ask me such a stupid question as to save you. Since I saved you, you can give me a good life!"

While talking, Xu Xiangrong walked towards the carriage with Yan Ting in his arms. The driver hurriedly stepped forward to help him carry him to the carriage.

Yan Ting's face was extremely messy, and he collapsed on the carriage, covered in mud. His lips were frozen blue, and the lines of his face showed a very strange arc.

"You're disgusting, you really make me sick! It's all because of you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation!"

Xu Xiangrong took out a dry handkerchief from the cabinet, wiped his wet hair, and slowly wiped the muddy water on his hands.

"Yes, I'm disgusting, I'm despicable, you've said this countless times. Even if you flatter me on the surface, you scold me like this in your heart. You can scold me as you want, but don't forget one thing, your life I rescued it."

"You think I was rescued by you, so I should be grateful to you? It's not easy to live, but it's not easy to die!" Yan Ting sneered.

Before he could finish his words, Yan Ting realized that he had an extra hand on his chin, and that snow-white slender hand squeezed his chin tightly, as if to crush it. Another snow-white slender hand held a handkerchief, slowly wiping his face, moving very gently, but this movement and the face in front of him made Yan Ting unable to bear the chills.

Thin, pale white lips opened and closed: "I found that people really can't give face, I will give you face, you don't want it, don't blame me for not giving you face in the future. Do you want to die?"

Xu Xiangrong's voice was very soft, like a puff of smoke, "I said, I saved your life, you want to die? Yes! I remember you still have a younger brother and a few sons, and you don't want your Yan family to die. If you don't want your mother to crawl out of the coffin to find you, just be honest with me!"

Yan Ting's face instantly turned dead white.

But the tone of the person in front of him and his usual behavior told him that he really did such a thing.

"Xu Xiangrong, you despicable and shameless devil!"

Xu Xiangrong lowered his eyes, covered the light in his eyes, and ignored him.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day when Luo Huaiyuan left Beijing.

A long time ago, the Cloud Palace was ready to open. The people who should be picked out and taken away are all picked out. Over the years, Luo Huaiyuan has ordered people to investigate the bottom of the house. Naturally, those who have other people's eyeliners can't be taken away.

Grandpa Xi was old and infirm, so he was not going to go to the feudal land with Luo Huaiyuan, and stayed in the palace of King Yun in Beijing to watch the house. Luo Huaiyuan understood what he meant, and he readily gave the 'antidote' to Eunuch Xi, which could be regarded as a worry for him.

On the day they left Beijing, the convoy stretched for several miles, and it seemed like a huge force, but it was incomparable to when the King of Jin and King Qi left the capital.

Shen Yiyao, Yan Mo, Yan Ru, Yan Ling, and Liu Shuyi all came to see Yan Yan, but there was no one from the Zhen Guo Gong Mansion, because Yan Yan and his wife had gone to the mansion to meet their grandfather and aunt in the first two days. This is the time when everyone is watching, so it's better to keep a low profile.

When he got on the carriage, he was left behind in the capital where he was born and grew up, but in front of Yan Yan was a completely unfamiliar place.

"Don't worry, it's cold in the winter in Yunzhou. When we get to our own territory, we will do whatever we want in the future."

Luo Huaiyuan naturally comforted Yan Yan. Although the vassal land was the domain of the vassal king, it was indispensable to have the surveillance of the imperial court and the mutual defense of the various vassal kings.

It's just human, always be optimistic, it's human effort!

Yunzhou is located in the north.

It's not far north, but the weather is relatively cold.

At this time, it was November, and before entering the territory of Yunzhou, it was snowing all over the sky. Although the road was not blocked by the heavy snow, it was quite difficult to walk.

Fortunately, this is the vassal of the vassal, and fortunately Luo Huaiyuan's surname is Luo, so there are officials all the way to greet him. Even if the road is blocked, there are officials who order people to clear the road.

You know, once the princes have titles, they are no longer just the sons of the emperor, but also vassal kings. The imperial court has always been very strict in the management of the vassal kings. For example, there is a time limit for when to leave the capital and what to arrive at the vassal territory. Exceeding the time limit is to resist the decree.

Although this situation will not lead to the situation of beheading, it is inevitable that the imperial court will be held accountable, and it is extremely troublesome that the prince of the time must go to the court to defend.

Before the deadline, Luo Huaiyuan and Yan Yan rushed to Yuncheng, the capital of the clan. Luo Huaiyuan wrote a letter, stamped it with his king's seal, and handed it over to the court.

The Yunwangfu began to be built as early as when Emperor Xi planned to give the title. The palace of the feudal lord is the place where the feudal lord will stay for the rest of his life, and it is also the place with the highest level among the fiefs, so naturally it cannot be left idle.

Luo Huaiyuan asked the supervising department that the completion of the Yunwang Mansion will probably be completed in June next year, so before that, Luo Huaiyuan and the others settled in a courtyard outside Yuncheng.

Daxi has a system of division of feudal feudalism, every prince must go to the vassal area to become a vassal, and only the prince is left in Beijing. This is also a rule set by the Tai/Ancestor of the Daxi Dynasty, in order to ensure the inheritance of the throne, and not allow the descendants of the Luo family to kill each other for the throne to prevent future troubles.

In Daxi, the prince is a hereditary iron hat king who will never be relegated, and enjoys a lifetime salary, and the salary is extremely generous. Sui Lu is only one item of rice, that is, there are 10,000 stones. In addition, there are expenses for canonization, palace, marriage, funeral, etc., and are given to kitchen servants, Zhailang, shopkeepers and other miscellaneous servants, and there are rewards from time to time.

And the fiefs of the vassal belong to the feudal country, and the vassal can be ranked as a lord to rule the people, and the vassal can be divided into tin soil.

To put it bluntly, the fiefs belonged to the vassal king's own territory, and the taxes paid under the rule of the territory were not handed over to the imperial court, but to the vassal king. It also has great judicial and personnel power, and is above all government offices. Except for the long history, the guard commander and the guard commander, all other officials can be appointed by the vassal king himself.

It seems that the vassal king has great power and is very free, just like a local emperor, but these are all illusions.

The highest political institution of the feudal lord's fief is the feudal lord's mansion, and the feudal lord's mansion has a long history department. The Division of Changshi manages all government affairs in the feudal lands.

The Tribunal is responsible for judicial prisons; the Dian Restaurant is responsible for offering sacrifices to the royal palace, and the guests and the king and concubine's meals; In the festival of grace and righteousness, the king is instructed to be kind; the ancestral hall is responsible for sacrificing music and dance; the ceremony office is responsible for the etiquette of the palace; the Gongzheng Institute is responsible for the repair of the palace; the good doctor office is responsible for medical and health care; Guard of honor equipment; group animal husbandry office, responsible for livestock raising; guard division and ceremonial guard division yamen, responsible for the security guard of the palace and the travel of the guard of honor; library storage, warehouse storage code, responsible for the sending and receiving, storage of Luli; Sheren and other permanent staff of the palace.

It can be said that Changshi Division is the largest government agency in the fiefdom of the feudal lord.

Among them, Changshi's responsibilities are to "take charge of the government's decrees, complement each other's rules and satires, help the king's loss, lead the bureaucrats to make sacrifices, and take care of their general affairs. Thank you, I will present the book of table and enlightenment, and the long history will be recorded for the king."

It can be seen from this that the long history is a power but a great one.

In addition to the long history, there are also the guard commander who manages the local military power, and the guard commander who is responsible for the security of the palace and the king himself, all of which are assigned by the imperial court.

Therefore, it is an illusion to say that the power of the vassal king is very large, because the chief officials involved in the fiefdom's government affairs and military affairs and even the personal safety of the vassal king are all appointed by the court. It is equivalent to driving a few nails around the king to monitor the daily behavior of the king, in fact, to prevent the king from rebelling.

Of course, this so-called freedom situation is a matter of opinion. For example, if you are a very honest vassal king who has no other thoughts, you will live well and feel like a duck to water. On the contrary, if you are in a bad mood or have some crooked idea, it will take a lot of effort to think about it.

In the last life, King Yun was a very honest vassal king, and he really lived a life like a duck to water for a while.

But in this life, he did not want to be an honest vassal king, and he faced three mountains in front of him. There are three mountains that must be crossed. If not, this fief can not be regarded as its own boundary.

Fortunately, the guard commander mentioned it from the guards around Luo Huaiyuan, the former guard captain Li Wei, who gave Luo Huaiyuan a little private freedom. The vassal king's personal guards are counted in thousands, that is to say, as long as you can afford them, you can operate them at will under 10,000, and these imperial courts will not interfere.

Luo Huaiyuan's guards now only have more than 100 people, and more than 30 of them have followed him in his early years, and they are considered direct descendants. There are dozens of other people who were sent to guard him by the imperial court in Beijing that day. I don't know if there are other people's nails in them. Of course, it is best not to use them, or to recruit them locally.

Because the weather was cold and the New Year was approaching, Luo Huaiyuan was very honest when he arrived in Yuncheng, and huddled in the courtyard to accompany his princess every day.

The boss of the fief came, and there was an endless stream of officials who were qualified to visit, and the heavy snow could not stop them from making progress. It's just that Luo Huaiyuan was too lazy to pay attention to them, because the palace had not been built yet, and now he didn't ask about official business, and the government offices followed step by step, without using the table as an excuse to shut everyone out.

In private, he accompanied Yan Yan to play the entire Yuncheng over and over again, and from time to time he would go out on horseback to tread the snow.

Officials and wealthy businessmen are not allowed to enter their doors, they can only secretly bribe the servants of other courtyards, wanting to inquire about King Yun's habits. There was no shortage of money, and only one could be found. The words of His Royal Highness Yun Wang do not count, it is Princess Yun who counts.

Uh, what kind of rhythm is this one

Then they still want to send money, send beauties, etc., are they still sending it? I wonder if Princess Yun likes beautiful women? !