Chapter 230 The old man for his wife

Walking in the lane, the night wind came slowly. Seeing Yang Yanzhao beside him bowing his head and saying anything, Chai Qingyun took care of the clouds that were flirted by the breeze. Later, he covered his mouth and smiled crazily.

"I haven't seen you so sad face these days. Is it difficult to meet the matter of the third hall?"

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao raised his head and sighed deeply, "Indeed, I want to be a stable Hanlin Lang, but now I'm not at it. I have to accept the resentment of others and do that thankless thing. What's more, there is even a big shortage of silver, only 100,000 taels. What's the difference between marching and fighting without food and fodder?

He sighed again and shook his sleeves with a little boredom. Yang Yanzhao curled his lips and said with a trace of dissatisfaction. "It's really annoying and a headache."

This was originally a rebellious word. I'm afraid that outsiders have been scared to make their legs tremble, but after getting along with each other for a long time, Chai Qingyun knows that he often does not play cards according to common sense, and even has no awe of the officials and the court.

The smile in his beautiful eyes faded, and Chai Qingyun's face gradually became solemn. After a long time, he whispered, "Why don't I go to the palace and ask for the imperial edict and hand over this matter to others, or Liulang, you can't be sick, so I'll hide for the time being."

"The imperial edict is over, and it is not easy to refuse, and those old scholars who are sour and stupid also hate me. Even if the three halls are no longer related to me, I'm afraid that these people will not cancel the grudges. It's better to take advantage of this astonishment. Even if those little old people want to make things difficult in the future, there is nothing they can do with my words."

Looking up at the sky and looking at the night sky, the stars are full of stars. Yang Yanzhao is a little helpless. When he can't retreat, he can only fight bravely. Instead of taking these three halls as the sound of life, it is better to look up and take advantage of it to ascend to a high position.

When I made up my mind, I only felt that the haze in my chest was swept away, and the brightness of the past was revealed between my eyebrows. Although Chai Qingyun beside me did not understand why, he was happy to see that he was less sad.

whispering, when he reached the entrance of the alley, a carriage came. The green car was eight feet high, and the bottom of the jasper hoof saddle was rolled with hair. The body behind the horse was carved with auspicious clouds, inlaid with gold and silver, which was ingenious. It was really a BMW car.

The carriage stopped in front of the two of them, and the curtain was lifted, but I saw Zhao Dezhao, who was full of smile, coming out. "Yuer, you finally came back. Why didn't you come to see Brother Wang? If you hadn't been here, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find you."

The words were full of concern. When he saw Chai Qingyun lower his head with a shy face, he couldn't help laughing a few words and turned to Yang Yanzhao and said, "Brother Yanzhao, don't go for a long time. Xiao Wang misses you very much. How about going to my house for a little chat?"

For the sudden appearance of Zhao Dezhao, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but think of the truth when he asked him a year ago, and also remembered the understatement of Zhao Guangyi before going to Minnan.

"If it hadn't been for the invitation of the King of Yan, I would have forgotten that it was Yang Jing who lacked the land in southern Fujian..."

In a trance, my thoughts floated again, but under the smiling eyes, I had to suppress it. I went forward and bowed and said, "I've seen the prince."

While talking, Chai Qingyun had already got into the carriage, and Yang Yanzhao had to follow her. In the carriage, there were clusters of silk and flowers, and the pearls were dazzling. When he first entered it, he felt a little dazzling in front of him.

A faint fragrance permeates, but it is a delicate auspicious beast incense burner. Chai Qingyun is obviously familiar with the carriage. He opens the dark compartment beside him and looks for the pearls and treasures.

"Yuer, Brother Wang, I'm just such a valuable object. You have to show mercy."

He didn't pay attention to the painful color of Zhao Dezhao's face. Chai Qingyun rudely inserted a silver gold-plated gemstone tourmaline on the hairpin on the bun, and then turned his head and looked at Yang Yanzhao. After getting the affirmation of a slight nod, his beautiful eyes suddenly flowed and smiled charmingly.

Seeing that it was useless to pretend to be dissatisfied, Zhao Dezhao searched casually by Chai Qingyun and turned to Yang Yanzhao and talked about the matter of Fujian in a low voice.

Of course, he often asked Zhao Dezhao about some strange things of hearsay. Yang Yanzhao was a little crying and laughing and couldn't explain it for him one by one. When he was still puzzled, he was embarrassed to ask again under Chai Qingyun's sarcasm.

Along the way, the carriage was light and steady, and Zhao Dezhao kept laughing, so that when he arrived at the palace, he was still not satisfied. He pulled Yang Yanzhao's sleeve and did not want to get out of the car.

"Brother Dezhao, how can you be like you? You have arrived in front of the mansion, but let the guests wait outside the door?"

Hearing this, Zhao Dezhao patted his forehead, and then laughed loudly, "The girl's house is big, and her elbow turns out. Brother Yan Zhao, come on, the tea in the house is ready. Let's talk with Xiao Wang."

Get out of the carriage, enter the royal palace, walk through the pavilions and pavilions made of carved railings and jade, and walk among the flowers and plants. Soon, he stopped in front of a gentleman orchid swayed in the wind.

The big red lantern hanging on the willow fir trees around it has burned out at night. Perhaps the sound was heard. After the gentleman orchid, the two came out, but it was Pan Ji and the Pan jaw brothers.

"I've seen the prince, princess."

He saluted Zhao Dezhao's brother and sister. Pan Ji stepped forward and pulled Yang Yanzhao's sleeve. "It's really Brother Yanzhao. Today, the prince invited me and said that Brother Yanzhao had returned to Beijing. I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect to see Brother Yanzhao here."

With such enthusiasm, Yang Yanzhao was a little uncomfortable. After saluteing him, Zhao Dezhao, who was talking to his subordinates, turned around and scolded with a smile, "Okay, you Pan Wenfeng, is it possible that Xiao Wang will be a talker?"

Hearing the words, Pan Ji hurriedly smiled and complained, "How dare you, how dare you? The prince is a real gentleman who must do what he says. It is Pan Wenfeng who has spared the gentleman's belly. Please forgive him."

With a burst of laughter, everyone followed Zhao Dezhao into the gentleman's orchid. Several tables had already been arranged, sitting cross-legged, in the sea of flowers, the night wind was slightly, and the flowers were fragrant.

After sitting down, a group of maids came slowly with a tea cup. They were wrapped in light blue plain clothes, covered with white gauze, and their heads were inserted with butterfly hairpins. A wisp of blue silk hung in front of their chest. The pleats of the skirts flowed like snow and moonlight and poured gently on the ground, and they were more than three feet. In this group of fragrances, they were like dancing butterflies.

The small Northern Song Dynasty blue porcelain phoenix-patterned dragon mouth beam pot was placed in front of the case, and the fragrance of the mouth of the pot overflowed. Seeing that Pan Ji and others drank tea, they had closed their eyes and were intoxicated. Yang Yanzhao, together with them, filled the white jade cup with tea and took a deep breath. The fragrance wrapped around the nose. In the mouth, there was also a sweet fragrance between the teeth, but he remembered the day. Tieguanyin suddenly felt boring.

At the top, Zhao Dezhao was still recalling the fragrance of tea. Pan Ji shook his hand with a paper fan, shaking his head and meditated on subtle inaudible words. Pan's face, who didn't say anything, was gloomy. He ate tea with a big mouthful of tea. From time to time, he looked up at Yang Yanzhao, but his eyes were trying to hide. Hostility.

"Brother Dezhao, why did you have this elegance tonight?"

Eating the pastry snack in front of the case, Chai Qingyun asked with a smile while handing the favorite fruit wood wing soup to Yang Yanzhao beside him.

Hearing the words, Zhao Dezhao woke up from drunkenness and happened to see this sweet move. He couldn't help laughing and scolding again, "You little girl, why do you have such a respect for Brother Wang? It's really delicious."

Pan Ji wanted to pander with a smile, but when he looked at Pan, who lowered his head, he had to close the paper fan, smash his mouth, pick up the cup and continue to drink tea.

Perhaps it is common for brothers and sisters to laugh, so Chai Qingyun did not say anything about it. He showed a shy and shy attitude. Instead, he stared and said, "Brother Dezhao is joking. There are groups of servants in the royal family. How can they not serve Brother Wang? If you are not satisfied again, find a princess to come back. The deceased has passed away, and the owner of the inner court is always so empty, which is not a big deal.

After saying that, I thought that Zhao Dezhao would be in peace and said some excuses. Chai Qingyun had also made a good idea to continue persuasion in his heart, but the latter did not sigh in the past, and his eyebrows were full of joy. He didn't know why, but he heard a crisp voice behind him, "What is the princess talking about?"