The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 244: Yan Song and Zhao Dance for You (Part )

"Brother Daoyuan!"

Wang Zimei's figure is very inconsistent with his handsome and elegant appearance. He is over 1.9 meters tall, and his physique can only be described as huge, huge, and fat. Under the snow-white clothes is a thick layer of fat, which makes the clothes curve. With every move, the muscles on his shoulders and back, like the belly of a dragon, are revealed. The proportions of his facial features, limbs, and fatness are harmonious. His eyebrows are sharp and his posture is heroic.

"Zimei, Axiu." Nangong Daoyuan returned the greeting with his arms crossed.

"Are you okay in the court? Why don't you see Shan Shang?" Wang Zimei held his hand tightly.

"Very good. He became an official in Chang'an..."

The greeting was suddenly interrupted: "Ah! Zimei?! Ah Xiu?!"

Wang Zimei looked in the direction of the voice and was also surprised: "Chong Yan?!"

Nangong Chongyan walked out of the courtyard gate slowly, his steady steps quickening. When he was close, he was about to reach out to hold her hand, but he immediately stopped in mid-air and retracted it without a trace, with his sleeves gathered in front of his waist, and the intimate smile on his face became more and more restrained: "Zimei, Ah Xiu."

Wang Zimei looked at this former good friend.

She was already so beautiful. Her gorgeous face, her hair bun like bird wings, the golden leaves hanging diagonally on her left temple, her pink cheeks and her long waisted dress decorated with red and green wrapped around her proud and upright figure, made her look like a fairy who had landed, and all the scenery was robbed of its brilliance. Her face was radiant and she looked even more charming and seductive.

He felt relieved.

Snow in Luancheng. Fishing in Hutuo River. Night tour in Kaiyuan Temple. Talking about military affairs while riding horses. Summer hunting. Playing in the square. You were the governor and I was the guard. Fighting. Cockfighting... There are so many things I want to say, all of which are the common memories of the children of the military. But it is like a lump in my throat, circling in my mind.

Except for her facial features and voice, which are still vaguely familiar to me, everything else is no longer related to the girl next door in my memory. Alas! In the past, I planted willows, which were swaying in the south of the Han River. Now I see them falling, and I feel sad in the river. If trees are like this, how can people bear it...!
As expected, only in a certain situation can one appreciate Yu Xin's "Fu on the Dead Tree". Wang Zimei pursed his lips, his face intertwined with passion and desolation. After a while, his expression became awed and cautious, and he bowed down: "I pay my respects to you, Madam! May you live a long and healthy life."

They are no longer children. Nangong Chongyan seemed to shudder: "No need to be polite... The Saint is still meeting with the generals of Wei Bo. Please wait a moment."

"You two, it's been a few years since we last met, but you act like Meng De meets Letian." Daoyuan waved his hand and said, "Don't stand at the door, go into the pavilion and talk while we wait."

"It's all up to you." Wang Zimei went with the flow and followed the Nangong siblings into the pavilion nearby with Xiao Xiu.

Upon seeing this, the accompanying eunuchs and palace maids all retreated outside the pavilion tacitly.

"How is the military headquarters doing recently? Since I entered the court, I have lived deep in the palace and only heard the saint mention it occasionally." After sitting down, Nangong Chongyan ruffled her hair, poured tea and looked up to talk.

"What else can we do?" Wang Zimei sighed, pounding his thigh with his left fist. "The young marshal is always in seclusion. The military government is left to Liang Gongru, Li Honggui, and Li Ai to rule dictatorially. Official positions are given as rewards to Taoist priests, eunuchs, and actors. The officials form cliques and fight for power and profit, and turn a blind eye... The military and political affairs are becoming increasingly chaotic. People like me are alienated when they advise and remonstrate. Last time I wrote a ten thousand word letter of remonstrance, and the words may be a little harsh, so the young marshal's subordinates accused me of deceiving the master and dismissed me from my concurrent civil service position in the shogunate, so I shut up."

Nangong Daoyuan took a sip of tea and nodded, "You did the right thing. The young marshal has just come of age, his world is still too small, his vision is still too narrow, his mind is still too immature, he is at the age of being hot-blooded and stubborn. At this time, you should be humble and tactful."

Nangong Chongyan's face was gloomy, and he said in a hateful voice: "The retainers know that you are the descendant of the family and are guarded by both the inside and the outside, so they dare to shout at you. These bastards are the same as Jiang Shize. And the young commander, if he behaves like this, how can he last long? He was not like this when our ancestors were alive. He is really a double-faced person. We should make a fuss and depose him!"

"Sister, don't talk nonsense." Nangong Daoyuan taught her a lesson: "You have the thoughts of a rebellious warrior. Zimei's stern admonition is loyal to his duty. It is reasonable for a retainer to feel that his master has been humiliated and to defend the young commander. But he should not have taken the initiative to punish Zimei."

Nangong Chongyan disagreed and raised his eyebrows: "It has always been the case that dogs rely on the power of people, not people rely on the power of dogs. Without the tacit consent of the young marshal, would they dare?"

"Sister, are you treating the saint like this too?" Nangong Daoyuan was speechless.

"Who is the saint?" Chong Yan showed a smug look on his face. "I love him to death. When Li Lang was in power, he would quietly get out of bed at four o'clock in the morning, leaving us to sleep, and get up alone to change clothes and go out. He treated his wives and concubines and the inner and outer courts well, and everything was done well. That's why we have today's stability. What did the young commander do? Shatuo and Youzhou were eyeing us covetously, and they thought Zhao could be bullied... It's all the young commander's fault!"

"Don't listen to anything indecent, don't listen to anything indecent." Wang Zimei covered her ears for fear that she would talk about the erotic history of the Tang Palace.

“Alas!” Nangong Chongyan relaxed his tone, shook his head and sighed: “I feel sorry for Zimei.”

Wang Zimei let go of his hand and said with a smile: "I am open-minded. Even Bi Gan had his heart cut out. What's more, I am far inferior to Bi Gan? It is normal to be convicted. I am just relieved of my part-time job, so what is there to complain about? High positions and generous salaries are not what I pursue. Speaking of which, I can see that your words and complexion are fierce and irritable-"

"It's all that Bianzhou bastard, the witch queen and the whore!" Just like stepping on the cat's tail, Nangong Chongyan cursed: "She used her looks and chastity as tools to make money, as weapons, and her body as a battlefield. She would have sex with anyone who was good for her, even Zhu Wen, a lowly man! She must have done it with Wang Yanzhang and Huangfu Lin as well. Otherwise, would these men have protected her to enter the court? When she arrived in Luoyang, she pretended to be serious again, playing hard to get, and seduced the saint to the point of losing his mind. This slut!"

Her fierce aura was completely different from the gentle and gentle demeanor she had just had, nor was she at all like the obedient and lovely girl she had been in front of the emperor.

After a long while, she calmed down her anger a little: "...Stinky bitch, a slutty vixen, doing those things with all men, and eating any male with that thing, swallowing it down her throat, that's her specialty... It's really disgusting! Sooner or later, this slutty bitch will be turned into a human pig and thrown into the pigsty."

Isn't marrying someone else's wife a basic behavior? As long as it's not forced, it's not noble not to marry someone, and it's not vulgar to marry someone.

Wang Zimei didn't think there was anything wrong with this, nor did she hear Chongyan blaming the saint. She was only surprised at her jealousy and possessiveness.

"It's unbearable to hear." Nangong Daoyuan couldn't help but sneer: "You blame others for not being able to keep your husband? Are you jealous that Zhang the thief is more beautiful and talented than you?" "Talk less!" Chongyan was still angry and stared at him.

"Calm down." Wang Zimei counseled, "Whether in the court or in the vassal state, whether as a monarch or a minister, most people emphasize putting interests first. For this reason, fathers and sons can turn against each other, and feuds can be reconciled. Similarly, what a saint does is to meet the greatest interests of the court, and the gains and losses of the country are above all else. It is not about his own likes and dislikes, or the feelings of his concubines... This is called the selflessness of a king. As long as there is profit in Zhang Hui, it is right to get close to her."

At this point, he offered words of consolation: "In politics, the relationship between the monarch and his subjects comes first, and other relationships come second. As long as the monarch has not let the subjects down, I cannot have wild thoughts about how the monarch treats others. The monarch once favored me, but now he doesn't favor me anymore, which means he has changed his mind, and that's too heartless. If the monarch doesn't do what I want, I will complain and slander him. This is called being domineering."

Chongyan asked, "What if the monarch is wrong about something?"

Wang Zimei hesitated for a while, but still said firmly: "The right or wrong of the king has nothing to do with the ministers. If you can do it, do it. If you can't, just abandon it."

"So?" Nangong Chongyan smiled bitterly: "In the end, it was my fault for not being careful in my duties as a subject and not understanding things."

"No. Different experiences, different positions and perspectives lead to different views. You spend every day with the Saint and have deep feelings for him, so you act this way. Your loyalty is beyond doubt, but your method is inappropriate." Wang Zimei closed his eyes and murmured, "No one can do whatever they want, even the emperor cannot help himself. Consider things from his perspective, and you will get the special favor of the year."

Nangong Chongyan frowned slightly. She was silent for a moment and said with a heartache: "But I really can't accept it. I am the legitimate daughter of the Zhao Wu family, a noble family with a hundred years of military family, and I sit at the same table with a whore, sleep on the same bed, and share the same husband... It's really hard to accept."

Wang Zimei nodded to show her understanding, and then asked, "Has the Saint displeased you in all this time?"

"Never. I am happy every moment with him." Nangong Chongyan shook his head with certainty.

Wang Zimei asked again: "Have you ever made other concubines resent you?"

"No. We were just jealous."

"Then what are you worried about?" Wang Zimei asked, and then explained: "The road for the saint to walk is long and difficult, and there are still many things to do. He is a great emperor with a keen eye and can distinguish the priorities. He was able to handle family affairs, national affairs and world affairs in the past, and he will be able to handle them in the future. He will take care of your feelings. Don't worry about things that haven't happened, and don't worry about gains and losses."

Nangong Chongyan didn't say anything, then smiled, her long eyelashes fluttering, her eyes filled with unique charm, brilliance and confidence, her tone slowly became cheerful: "Zimei's words cleared the clouds for me, and I understand now!"

After a pause, she asked, "The sage is eager to seek talents, why don't you stay in the court and serve? The sage will definitely cherish you like Duke Huan treated Guan Zhong!"

Wang Zimei paused for a moment, then shook his head calmly: "I am just a crude warrior, not as talented as Guan Zhong."

Nangong Chongyan said unhappily: "You are too self-deprecating!"

"No, I know this myself." Wang Zimei smiled and said calmly, "I have lofty ambitions and my heart is in the air. When I am in the mood, I love to play the pipa. Working hard on paperwork and getting drunk on the battlefield are not what I want."

"Then what kind of a general do you want to be? Live in seclusion."

"I can't let go, so I won't go far away for now."

"Hmph! You are so smooth-talking." Chong Yan scolded him angrily, "Yu has been waiting for orders for more than 40 days... But he is so stupid that he doesn't know how to escape... Therefore, Yu always makes progress without feeling ashamed... In order to get a job, Han Yu wrote to the prime minister three times. He said such things, and he is so shameless. But you are so good... Wang Wujun's family has declined and become obscure, all because of your descendants' failure to make progress!"

Wang Zimei took a sip of tea and said, "Madam, your opinion is very good."

"Zimei!"

"That's fine." Nangong Daoyuan interrupted, "Everyone has their own aspirations. Don't force them. Not everyone is eager for fame and fortune."

Nangong Chongyan sighed slightly: "It is really difficult for Zimei to make a decision so hastily. It's my fault."

Suddenly, a voice was heard shouting, "Call Prince Mei and Xiao Xiu!"

At the door, several Wei Bo officers came out, talking and laughing, with relaxed expressions. Seeing someone in the pavilion, they all cast their eyes over to take a closer look.

Wang Zimei did not show his likes or dislikes. Xiao Xiu looked unhappy and snorted coldly: "As soon as the Chao Rebellion was quelled, they invaded Yun, He and Lu. Zhang Guiba, Zhang Tingfan and Yuan Zheng pretended to be in Bian and were really in Wei... They are nothing but a bunch of opportunists who are always on the edge and full of traitors. How can they pretend to be loyal to others..."

Nangong Daoyuan glanced sideways and pretended not to see it.

Chong Yan cursed bitterly: "You bastard! You're pretending to be a human being."

"It's time to see the emperor." Prince Mei straightened his clothes.

“Let’s go.” Nangong Chongyan flicked her hair, took the lead with lotus steps, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)