Chapter 375 Chickens and Dogs Ascension

In the palace, a figure hurried like an arrow, stepping on it quickly, as if it were racing with people.

But Yang Jing's face is full of joy.

Zhao Defang's matchmaker really surprised Yang Jing. Maybe he has other plans, or maybe this is just a means of soliciting, so that Yang Jing can do his best in Enke later to win a good reputation for Zhao Defang.

These are not important compared with marriage.

However, Zhao Dezhao could agree to Luo's daughter to marry him, which made Yang Jing even more unbelievable. He had pleaded more times, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

In this case, the marriage given by the officials of the Song Dynasty can also eliminate the low self-esteem and worries hidden in the heart of the Luo girl, and let her sit in a sedan chair.

Finally, she lived up to Chai Qingyun's true feelings for him for many years and clenched her fists. At this moment, Yang Jing couldn't wait to have a pair of wings and returned to the house in an instant to share the good news with everyone.

"Prince Guangping, you go back first. Naturally, our family is measured. This dog slave broke the snow lotus silver ear soup specially ordered by the official to send to the empress to nourish the body. If it is not punished, where will the rules in the palace go?"

"Peng Yan, don't spit people with blood. I clearly saw that it was you who instructed the man to hit the prince!"

Yang Jing was walking and heard that there was a dispute in front of him. When he looked up, he saw Peng Yan and several attendants blocking the corridor not far away. In front of them were Zhao Heng, who was a little haggard, and Wang Jien, who was dressed in sackcloth, and Wang Jien, who was not in a golden mangfu and Yonghes.

On the ground, several pieces of porcelain and undried soup.

Seeing this situation, Yang Jing immediately understood in his heart that the wall fell and everyone pushed it. Zhao Guangyi died, and all the people who followed him suffered all. On the other hand, one person got the chicken and dog to the sky. After Zhao Dezhao ascended the throne, the eunuchs who followed him were all chickens and dogs, and even Zhao Yuanzuo's brothers did not pay attention to it.

However, after all, Zhao Yuanzuo's brother's surname is Zhao, so they dare not offend much, but Wang Jien, who followed Zhao Guangyi, really had to suffer.

Thinking of this, Yang Jing couldn't help sighing. At the beginning, every time he saw Wang Jien, the latter was calm and even had the majesty of the superior. Unexpectedly, it was now a tiger entering Pingyang and being bullied and humiliated by this once incompetent little role.

"Well, Prince Guangping, you can make it clear that the queen is pregnant with dragon seeds, and this is a nourishing recipe specially found by the official family. She was overturned by this dog slave. If it is known by the official family, it will not be so simple."

Peng Yan snorted coldly, and his words were full of sneers. As soon as he spoke, the rest of the attendants who followed him laughed gloatingly, while Zhao Heng flashed a struggle in his eyes. Later, he shook his sleeves and wanted to rush forward to kick him, but was pulled by Wang Jien.

"Eunuch Peng, it is caused by slaves. I hope you don't have the same experience as slaves."

With that, his slightly bent body bent down deeply, saluted Peng Yan and others, and laughed. Wang Ji's thin bones trembled a little, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, but his messy and white hair fluttered slightly with the wind blowing.

"It's okay to spare you, but you have to drink the soup on the ground. After all, this is specially prepared by the official for the empress. It's sprinkled on the ground. It's a pity that it's cheaper for you as a slave."

Peng Yan laughed presumptuously. It seemed that Wang Jien's cowardice made him happy, so he proudly pointed to the soup that had not yet penetrated between the bricks and stones on the ground and said.

"Princess!"

Zhao Heng reached out and grabbed the corner of Wang Ji'en's clothes and prevented him from squatting down, but the latter broke his hand with a smile, slowly knelt on the ground, opened his mouth and licked the soup mixed with dust.

"Lick it, lick it clean!"

The laughter of shouting is harsh. It is probably so easy to let Wang Jien kneel down and lick food. After Peng Yan's pleasure, he felt quite tired, so he stepped on Wang Jien's head. "Old man, your head is the grace of the official. It is temporarily on your body. Give our parents a long memory, otherwise one day you will make the official unhappy. We can't help you either!"

After saying that, he saluted Zhao Heng casually and left with a group of people laughing.

On the ground, Wang Jien reached out and grabbed a piece of porcelain and held it fiercely. The blood overflowed along his fingers and dripped down quickly.

"Eunuch Wang, what are you doing!"

Zhao Heng, who stared at Peng Yan's back and looked back angrily. Seeing this scene, he immediately rushed forward, helped Wang Jien up from the ground and threw away the porcelain piece in his hand. Perhaps he was too panicked and looked at the palm of the blood flowing out of his hand.

"Kka!"

The sound of cloth tearing came from his ear. When Zhao Heng raised his head, he saw Yang Jing handing the torn cloth from the corner of his clothes and walked towards him.

"Yang Shi!"

Seeing Yang Jing, Zhao Heng's eyebrows showed a look of joy. He was about to say something about Wang Jien, but Yang Jing, who had seen the incident, interrupted him, "It's important to stop bleeding first."

Squatting down, Yang Jing pressed Wang Jien's blood acupuncture point, stopped the blood, and looked at the wound carefully. He thought it was too hard. There were several small fragments in the palm of his hand, so he whispered, "Prince Wang, please bear it."

Wipe off the small fragments, and Yang Jing tore a piece of cloth from the corner of his clothes and bandaged his hand for Wang Jien. The latter always squeezed his mouth and didn't say a word, but a turbid tear gushed out from the corners of his eyes.

"Yang Shi, save the prince. There is not much left for the old man who follows his father. The prince has been tortured by their beasts."

Zhao Heng was a little unbearable. After all, after losing his power, he better understood the coldness and warmth of the world. Seeing that Wang Jien, who served Zhao Guangyi's life, was bullied in every way, he could not stop him. How could he not feel guilty and blamed himself?

"Little lord, don't be sad for the old slave. This is what the old slave should have."

With that, Wang Jien wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and stared at Yang Jing for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said slightly, "Thank you, marquis."

That night, Yang Jing participated in the palace change, and Wang Jien naturally knew it. Therefore, this sigh contained resentment or not what it used to be. Yang Jing could not know the gap in their status.

To be fair, Yang Jing does not want to have anything to do with Wang Jien and others. After all, once the emperor was a courtier, Zhao Guangyi was dead. Zhao Yuanzuo's brother was the love he owed to them at the beginning. This should be returned, and the rest of the people related to Zhao Guangyi must be far away from him.

Otherwise, Zhao Dezhao's suspicion would be inflamed, wouldn't it be a fire?

"Yang Shi, please save the prince..."

Looking at Zhao Heng's pleading eyes, Yang Jing was quite embarrassed. He was about to refuse cruelly, but Wang Ji'en said, "Little lord, don't make it difficult for the marquis."

"Marquis, the old slave has been in the palace for many years, and he has seen through life and death. If he dies one day, I hope that the marquis will send me back to my hometown in Pingzhou in the way that the old slave once treated each other with courtesy."

After saying this, Wang Jien and Yang Jing saluted, "The stove in the imperial dining room still needs to be taken care of, and the old slave is going."

When Wang Ji'en left, Yang Jing comforted Zhao Heng again and promised him to try his best to protect Wang Ji'en. Later, he asked Zhao Yuanzuo and learned that the injury was gradually recovered. He was relieved a lot, but he wanted to go back home to tell Chai Qingyun's second daughter of the good news, so he said goodbye and left.

Walking quickly, he walked out of the palace gate and walked across the imperial street. When he got into the carriage, Yang Jing's mind suddenly flashed. He was suddenly afraid of the carriage. Xiao Muchun, who was so shocked that he was about to shake the whip, jumped down from the car, "Son, what's the matter!"

"It's okay, Brother Xiao. It's just that I remember something."

In the car, Yang Jing smiled hoarsely. Sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy, and the leaves fell back to the root. Wang Jien obviously wanted to imply that he knew many secrets in the palace, and even pointed out the trick to death.

However, this is indeed a tempting thing. Wang Jien has been in the palace for many years. Maybe he really knows some valuable news, but he can do it.

After making up his mind, Yang Jing ordered Xiao Muchun to go home. After all, no matter how big the matter is, compared with the marriage given by the official, it seems insignificant.