Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 730: A Small Supplement to Domineering Fu Shuai
The sound of stringed instruments began to play again, and the guests also tried to liven up the atmosphere.

Therefore, the slight unpleasantness caused by Wu Qinyi was quickly forgotten.

After a while, Chen Zhizhou came back.

He wiped his hands with a smile, returned to his seat and picked up the wine glass.

Yang Liangao was moved to the main seat. Everyone had seen how Yang Yuan defended his cousin just now.

At this time, you have to go up to him and curry favor with him, and ask about his background.

Yang Liangao smiled modestly, neither humble nor arrogant, and his conversation was elegant and graceful, with the demeanor of a gentleman, which was quite impressive.

However, Dao Feifei, who was sitting next to him, kept thinking back to when she was humiliated just now and her cousin could only argue with her.

Not only did Yang Yuan immediately testify for her and clear her name, he also drove the Pengzhou tycoon out of the manor in disgrace.

The balance in her heart began to tilt towards Yang Yuan unconsciously.

Fan Qing brought his little follower Mei Zhen and stood within Dao Feifei's sight and waved to her quietly.

Dao Feifei looked around in surprise, then pointed at the tip of her nose.

Fan Qing nodded quickly.

Dao Feifei didn't know why she was looking for her, but she still stood up and walked over gracefully.

Fan Qing quickly took her hand, and the three of them walked to the brazier in the corner.

Dao Feifei asked, "Little Master, what's the matter?"

Fan Qing asked anxiously, "Miss Dao, tell me, are Yang Yuan and I innocent?"

Dao Feifei asked in surprise: "Young Master, why... do you ask this?"

Mei Zhen said angrily: "Because my father had already made an agreement with Fu Shuai to marry me to him. But my aunt..."

Having said that, her eyebrows and eyes turned red again.

Dao Feifei finally understood, and said in a daze, "So that's how it is. Are you...blaming your aunt for getting there first?"

"what?"

Mei Zhen was about to cry, but because of her words, she held back the tears.

No, what the hell is this Dali woman dressed like a peacock talking about?

Concubine Dao was from Dali, where customs such as levirate marriage and marriage between people of different generations were in line with common sense.

Therefore, she did not think that the relationship between Fan Qing and Mei Zhen would be an obstacle, and naturally she did not understand what Mei Zhen was struggling with.

When she saw Mei Zhen was stunned, she thought she was right.

Dao Feifei kindly advised: "The young master is older than you in generation and a few years older than you, so it's okay for you to follow the commander first."

Fan Qing almost fainted: "Miss Dao, I want you to prove to Mei Zhen that Fu Shuai and I are innocent and have no relationship."

When Dao Feifei heard this, she immediately stopped talking.

Mei Zhen asked anxiously: "Sister Dao, is what my aunt said true?"

"I...she...you..."

Mei Zhen stamped his feet and said, "Oh, what's going on? Tell me."

"I...I don't know, little nun, please don't embarrass me."

Dao Feifei's eyes were wandering and she felt very guilty.

"How could you not know? We have been together day and night..."

This time, Fan Qing also became anxious.

Who is with you day and night?

You sneak out every night. Do you really think I sleep like a dead pig and don't notice anything?
Dao Feifei only complained in her heart. She was kind-hearted and refused to say it to Fan Qing's face to embarrass him.

"Oh, I really don't know. Please, aunt and nephew, don't make it difficult for me."

Dao Feifei turned around and walked away. Just as she took a step, she suddenly remembered something, took out the purse from her waist and threw it into the brazier.

She wants to embroider another one.

When she was embroidering this one, every stitch was sewn with her vision and expectation for the future.

However, the embroidery was for the wrong person.

The scoundrel's step on her reminded her.

Now that I have decided to follow him, I should make a purse completely for him stitch by stitch with all my heart and soul.

From now on, cousin... is just cousin.

Fan Qing looked at her determined back in a daze as she walked away. This... If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Why are you so angry?
Why are you burning it? It's just a nice purse, and it looks pretty good.

Dao Feifei ran away, Mei Zhen turned back, crossed his arms, curled his lips, shook his legs, and sneered at Fan Qing with disdain: "Little aunt, did you see everything? Come on, keep quibbling, and see if I believe you or not."

Fan Qing has also become famous, what kind of person is he!
One is entangled and keeps throwing dirty water on my head.

He was hesitant and refused to make it clear even though it was just a matter of one sentence.

Fan Qing stamped his foot and said angrily, "Believe it or not, even if I do have it, what does it have to do with you?"

The aunt and nephew glared at each other.

Their expressions were extremely similar, and their ages were not much different. Just staring at each other with anger was a beautiful sight.

"Wu Youyao! You finally admitted it, right?"

"Wu Meizhen, please stop being disrespectful."

"You are big? Have you made a big move?"

"You...you waited for me to tell your father, you really deserve to be punished."

"That's great. I'm going to tell my dad that this is his beloved little sister!"

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

The two of them turned their heads and walked away.

……

The elegant party at Pengzhou Garden was held grandly for a whole day, and the guests dispersed only at dusk.

There was a constant stream of carriages and horses on the road, rushing back to the city from the villa.

Yang Yuan and his party also rode horses and took carriages to rush back to the city.

Sitting in the car, Yang Yuan tapped the table with his fingers, still digesting the day's gains.

At today's banquet, the reactions of all parties, their demands, and the interests they are concerned about...

The interests of the officials and gentry in Lizhou are equivalent to the interests of most officials and gentry in Sichuan and Xia.

By figuring out these, Yang Yuan had mastered the most reliable sampling survey data.

If he wanted to make great achievements in Sichuan and Xia, it was most important to unite and win over all forces. When he became the leader of a region, he was destined to no longer be a lone minister who only took the direct route.

His strategies in dealing with people and doing things must be more diverse. Attacks and deterrence are by no means the best means of internal integration.

From now on, it is just a small and dispensable supplement.

……

The convoy traveled along the main street of Pengzhou City.

The procession led the way and turned towards the Wu family's old house.

The team behind that was turning suddenly encountered some problems and stopped temporarily.

Dao Feifei sat in the high-wheeled carriage, biting her nails lightly, looking somewhat absent-minded.

Suddenly, she noticed that the car had stopped and there were sounds of shouting and crying, it didn't seem like they had returned to the Wu Mansion.

Dao Feifei couldn't help but lift the side curtain of the sedan and take a look outside.

What happened?
Dao Feifei knew it before she even opened her mouth to ask the guards outside the car.

Because she saw it.

At today's banquet, the disgusting man who wanted to steal her purse was being tied up and escorted by soldiers.

His legs seemed to fail him and he was half-dragged, half-carried across the street.

Behind them was a group of men who looked like bad guys, and they were also being escorted by soldiers.

Behind them were carts of confiscated property.

Dao Feifei lowered the curtain in a flash, and her face suddenly turned red.

She didn't know why her heart was beating so fast.

She couldn't breathe and could only open her mouth to breathe, like a fish out of water.

Her legs were as soft as noodles. She couldn't even stand up, let alone bend and stretch them.

Dao Feifei pressed her chest tightly, her almond-shaped eyes blurred.

She felt like someone had poured a jar of old wine into her head, and even her mind was in a fuss.

That scoundrel humiliated me at the banquet, and less than a night later, Yang Yuan had already dealt with that scoundrel to vent my anger?

Who can bear this?

Dao Feifei only felt that her heart was pierced by a sharp arrow.

This arrow made her heart blossom with joy and overflow with nectar.

So sweet, so sweet…

……

As the saying goes, "A sunny lake is not as good as a rainy lake, and a rainy lake is not as good as a snowy lake."

The West Lake in the snow is particularly elegant.

But even if it snowed in Lin'an, it was only a thin layer.

When the sun comes out, the snow on the sunny side of the roofs and bridges will melt away.

Thus, the bridge lying on the water of West Lake seemed to be broken in half.

A pleasure boat was swaying gently on the calm water.

The withered lotus leaves and lotus pods on the shore not far away look like a landscape in ink painting.

On the boat, official Zhao Yuan, wearing a fur coat and holding a heater, sat in front of the carved window.

He suddenly sighed softly, and a hint of nostalgia appeared on his pale and thin face:
"Brother Qu, I suddenly remembered... that year, I was summoned to Lin'an by the late emperor. I remember that the weather was like this at that time."

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Yu beside him, with a smile in his eyes: "That was the day I met you."

Zhao Qu gently held Zhao Yuan's cold hand, moved his lips, but didn't know what to say.

There are some things that both of us know clearly, so sometimes we don't have the courage to speak out.

Zhao Yuan sighed softly again and turned to look out the window: "Brother Qu, regarding the reconstruction of Lianghuai, the damaged city walls have been completely repaired and the recruitment of new soldiers has been completed. Next year, we will focus on training."

"Cutting down redundancies and reforming the military system is not something that can be accomplished overnight. We must continue to work hard and strive to complete it within three to five years."

"In Sichuan and Xia, the threat of Xixia must be resolved. However, compared with the Jin Kingdom, we have already seized the initiative, so don't rush for success.

We must rectify and stabilize the entire Sichuan region, and when everything is ready, we can strike a fatal blow. We cannot fail at the critical moment as we did in the past. "

"Brother, I remember it."

Zhao Yuan withdrew her absent-minded gaze and looked at Zhao Qu with a warm expression.

“Remember, when you and I were brought before the late emperor, you were a little fat, and I was tall and thin.

The late emperor did not like me, and originally intended to make me thinner and keep you in the palace.

At this moment, a cat walked by our feet.

You, just go play with the cat, you...”

Zhao Yuan shook her head and chuckled: "I have been honest since childhood, and you have been naughty since childhood."

When he first entered the palace, Zhao Qu had already reached an age where he could understand things. When he thought of the past now, he couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Yu said: "So, the late emperor was displeased, so he changed his mind and kept you to be raised by Concubine Zhang."

Zhao Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Yes, if you were sent out of the palace like this, we wouldn't be brothers today.

Fortunately, the current Queen Mother, Wu Cairen was the daughter of a military commander, and she liked you.
Such a lively child. So I took you and raised you under my knees, and now we have you and I, brothers for life."

Zhao Yuan held Zhao Qu's hand tightly, sighed tiredly, closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, and said softly: "Qu'er..."

"Brother, I'm here."

"Brother...it's time to appoint a crown prince."

……

In Zongyang Palace, three young men in brocade robes walked side by side, talking and laughing.

They were the thirteen-year-old eldest son, Zhao Jue, Prince of Deng; the eleven-year-old second son, Zhao Kai, Prince of Qing; and the ten-year-old third son, Zhao Dun, Prince of Gong.

Zongyang Palace is a royal Taoist palace where the main offerings to Emperor Gansheng are held.

The three princes came here today to pray for their father's blessing and longevity.

They only knew that their father was seriously ill, but they had no idea how serious the illness was.

That is the empire's top secret, and only a few people know about it.

Arriving at Emperor Gansheng's temple, the three princes became solemn, stopped laughing, straightened their clothes, and walked into the temple.

In the hall, there was a Taoist priest in a green robe with a clear face. He was none other than Zhao Chen, the Crown Prince of Emperor Qinzong who was imprisoned there.

There were few people coming to this palace, and when he suddenly heard footsteps, Zhao Chen could not help but stop sweeping the table with his whisk, and turned around with a little surprise...

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