Chapter 246: Like a pung in the throat

Seeing that Jiang Jiantao was dressed in extraordinary clothes, the two guards around him were not the guardians of idle people at a glance. At this time, the old lady who came in was on the side and smiled closer and said, "This old man is not a person who praises himself. After all, she has not worked in vain. After all, the flower leader who ranks first in our capital is just that dance. How do you think of dancing?"

Jiang Jiantao took a look at a bodyguard behind him. The man immediately realized, pulled out a silver ticket from his sleeve, and handed it to the old lady, "My uncle wants to talk to Miss Yuanyuan alone. This is tea. Please make it convenient for your mother."

The pimp took the silver ticket, glanced up, and then quickly smiled oily and smiled. She nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, my concubine asked someone to go down to prepare a table of wine and dishes. Master, you have a good chat with Miss Yuanyuan. If you have something to do later, just say hello.

The end of the year is approaching, and there is a festive atmosphere everywhere in the capital. Although the empress dowager traveled this year, for the people, the life and death of the nobles is just a talk after tea and dinner. The life that should be lived is still to be lived, and for the death of the Empress Dowager Nalan, in addition to the grand burial according to etiquette, the emperor did not strictly require the people to leave the 100-day banquet and not to marry. Therefore, for the people in such a prosperous place as the capital, this New Year still needs to be prepared lively. .

The weather has turned sunny these two days. After the wind and snow, the sun rarely shows its head and face. In the Tianyan Pavilion, there are exquisite and gorgeous carved beams and paintings, and the pavilions are hidden in the fragrance of plum blossoms of a tree.

The slightly yellow clouds in the twilight are winding and comfortable, transforming into strange shapes, slowly changing with a little winter silence.

The sunset shot out the last golden glow, sprinkled on the brocade official robe like wings. Song Shi'an, who was recovering from a serious illness, sat on the main seat and closed his eyes and asked, "I heard that the winter disaster relief plan you proposed with the emperor has been resisted. The emperor has not replied for a long time. The old party's faction There are also a lot of rumors. What the hell is going on? How can I find out that there is no clue now?"

Ge Zhida was still hating this matter in his heart. Hearing this, he hummed his brocade robe and sat down angrily and locked his eyebrows, "Brother, to tell you know, according to the clues I found recently, I'm afraid that this matter is mostly the Jiang who made trouble from him, because he put forward another disaster relief plan with the emperor, so Only then did the emperor summon the ministers to discuss it again. As a result, these people put it on hold for the time being, and only said that they had to weigh it carefully before they could decide! Humph, this Jiang is really ignorant. I heard that he is still a member of Ding Wang's party. Why did Ding Wang Junyuchen not come forward this time, but only called him out to challenge me? It's really hateful and hateful!"

"King?" Song Shi'an suddenly opened his eyes and got up and sneered, "Oh, he will definitely not come forward now, because even if it seems that the three of them are still very harmonious on the surface, the death of Empress Dowager Nalan is a hard thorn between the father and son. As long as Jun Yushun can't tell how the jade pendant on his body ran to that Lian Jixiang, then I'm afraid that the tone in his heart will never go down----"

Ge Zhida also shook his head when he heard the words and said, "That's, brother, your method is wonderful. I think that in the past few days, although the emperor still looks as usual on the surface, he can see that he is often distracted when the courtiers quarrel. Obviously, this thorn is among the three of them, and I'm afraid that everyone will not get better. Brother, if you want me to say, your move to attack the shield with your son's spear is really wonderful! It's amazing! As long as the father and son of the Jun family have internal strife, the government will be in chaos at that time. With your prestige in the minds of the people now, and the connections and reputation accumulated in the noble circle of the capital for many years, it is time for us to take the opportunity to take power!"

"Ha ha, this is just a matter of time. Let me say, how can there be a truly intimate royal father and son in the world? Ordinary people are for the sake of family property and family power, and they will also be brothers and sisters! What's more, the father and son of their family are not fighting for the right of one family, but for the whole world!"

After Song Shi'an finished speaking, he looked around, and finally set his eyes on the gold-and-laid pear blossom chair in front of him and said coldly, "There are tens of millions of restless people in the world? As officials, I have been able to see the thoughts and thoughts of the people sitting in that seat for a long time, so the emperor must have nostalgic for the power, and how can Junyu easily let him want to taste the emperor's power for the first time? Then there is Jun Yuchen. If he feels in his heart that it is the emperor's brother who secretly harms his mother, as long as he still has a little blood, I don't think he will be easily relieved!"

"Yes, yes, that's why I said, brother, your idea is really wonderful! By the way, brother, I haven't congratulated you on your reunion. After taking this step, our big plan will go further. It's rare to come out. Why don't we listen to a little twist to relieve our boredom? Seeing Song Shi'an murmured, Ge Zhida took the opportunity to come over and smiled and said, "There is a flower leader here, called Yuanyuan. I heard that she is not only good at playing the pipa, but also has a very clear voice. Does the emperor want to send her to sing a song?

"People have been called here by you, so just sing two songs."

Song Shi'an doesn't care about this, because he rarely comes to such a place of fireworks. Of course, Ge Zhida knows clearly, not because he is lustful, but because the Aunt Zhang beside him used to be a first-class beauty. Nowadays, Yi Rong has been modified, but as long as it is removed, it is still a rare national color for ordinary people.

The two sat in the warm pavilion and drank tea leisurely. They could faintly see the dancers behind the crystal bead curtain. Ge Zhida looked at today's round still a blue frowned silver thread forging. The newborn girl looked thin and graceful, but it was a little charming.

"The falling flowers have danced in front of the wind and sent the dusk rain. Xiaolai's courtyard is half red, but there are only silk, thousands of feet in the clear sky. Join hands with attentive flowers and make a glass of wine. Beauty doesn't need to restrain moth eyebrows..." With the sound of pearls and jade, the round and clear watery songs are stacked over, gently undulating like a stream in the forest, making people feel like entering a secluded valley in the mountains, and almost forgetting where they are.

Seeing Song Shi'an gently on his knees with his fingers, and there seemed to be a sense of praise in his eyes, Ge Zhida smiled close to him and said, "Although I don't know much about the rhythm, I also feel that the singing is exquisite. Today, I didn't hear it until I followed you. It's really have a good voice."

"Don't flatter me here, settle the disaster relief matter quickly, or you won't be in the mood to listen to it no matter how good the song is. Wait until----" Song Shi'an said, glanced at Yuanyuan sideways and pointed out, "How about I reward you with this good voice in front of you?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Brother Song. I remember this. Looking back, you must remember to be in front of the people in my house..."

"Wait, since you said this, I still have something to ask you." Song Shi'an raised his hand to the side, and the pipa song over there suddenly stopped. Then he asked Ge Zhida, "I heard that you often snare your wife. What's the reason for this? I also know that your wife is knowledgeable and dignified. What else is there to be dissatisfied with? We men are romantic outside, and it didn't hurt. But like you, it's too much to be unable to get along with the original wife for a singer. After you go back, apologize to your sister-in-law. Don't neglect her too much in the future.

Ge Zhida seemed to be full of things and didn't know where to start, but it was not easy to talk about it, but he was a little absent-minded and replied lazily, "Yes, I know."

"Originally, I don't want to care too much about your young couple, but she is your original wife and has had so many children with you. At least you have to save some face."

When Song Shi'an said this, he still didn't care about it. He couldn't help shaking his head slightly, "Whose woman do you like? If you like someone, as long as you are still a lady who hasn't left the cabinet, it's not impossible to accept it as a side room.

Hearing this, Ge Zhida almost reflexively glanced at the round girl who was still sitting behind the curtain and quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, my family has a bad temper. Brother Song, it's not that you don't know. Well, let's not talk about this. Our two brothers will only talk about the wind and moon tonight, not these disappointing things. Come on, Brother Song, I respect you!"

With that, Ge Zhida began to pour wine for Song Shi'an. During the banquet, Yuanyuan also came out to add wine and vegetables to the two. When she sent the two drunk people out, she took an affectionate look at Ge Zhida, who was already slightly drunk. Ge Zhida was unbearably hooked by her eyes. He secretly reached out and touched her waist fiercely and whispered, "Don't worry, I will love you well."

In the backyard of Song Mansion, Song Ziqing has had a very difficult time these days.

For several days, she went to the yard of the two new young masters and young ladies of Song in her spare time every day. Unexpectedly, Aunt Zhang's strict defense not only set the fourth lady's yard next to her yard, but also the eleven-year-old third young master's yard, and two nurses beside Song Shi'an stood at the door.

These slaves, who used to lower their eyebrows when they saw her, now seem to know the situation that the situation in this mansion is about to change. Seeing Song Ziqing coming with the maid without touching her side, he greeted her all the way, and then blocked her at the door and came and went. Just a few words were nothing more than: "Miss Third, don't make it difficult for the slaves to do it." Third lady, you are not in good health now. The master has ordered you to keep it in your own yard.