C208 The difference between monarch and subject

A Yun's father laughed innocently, and the two of them entered the house.

Madame Song retracted her eyes and ears, turned around, and returned to her room. Her walking stick tapped on the ground, producing a "tuk tuk tuk" sound. It was both long and short, like Madame Song's chaotic heart.

When they grew up, the couple came to the Song Family. They did not say how they had investigated about it, but only told Mian Niang, "Do your best in making tofu, and don't think about it too much. You might not be able to get rich, but you won't lose your reputation just by thinking about your own smarts."

He had always been strict. He had never seen a smile on his face, but the words he said made Madame Song and Madame Li feel at ease.

The matter of the business deal had already been settled.

After sending Mian Niang away, she watched as the room's door closed. The middle-aged man turned around and said to Madame Song: "Sister-in-law, quickly pull out a three feet cloth and make her a new set of clothes. Her clothes are too shabby, it would be a joke even if she were to enter the city."

It was a wide robe, like a child wearing adult clothes. It was more like a burlap sack.

Madame Song Li tensed up and asked: "What's wrong, are the Peach Blossom House's people not satisfied?"

She herself knew how to calculate, and she didn't understand what Mian Niang had said at the beginning. But now, she felt that this was indeed a better business competition, if she could live a good life, no one would want to live a bitter life. There was something that Mian Niang had said that entered her heart.

She wanted to let her youngest son study. She wanted to save some money for her eldest son to become a wife, so that she could find someone much better than Wu Niang.

filigree glanced at her and thought: Oh, human beings, if you have any requests, then you will have a weakness, and will easily be taken advantage of, but that's fine too, after all, you are still better than your previous stubborn self. Otherwise, Mian Niang will be the only one to behave like a labourer, really unbalanced in my heart.

She turned her head to look at her husband and felt that he indeed had a way. This, one sentence, made Mrs. Song and Li anxious. To think that he was actually able to say as much as others could.

There wasn't much to say, so he kept it to a certain point: "When people open their doors to do business, it's only natural for people to look more dignified when they come and go."

Madame Song Li thought about Bao Sheng who came to pick up the tofu this morning. Although he was just an apprentice in the kitchen, his clothes were actually even more dignified than the inside.

She sat up straight and said reluctantly, "Alright, I understand. I'll make her a new set of clothes."

Moreover, every day when she saw Mian Niang wearing Song Zhixiao's clothes flashing in front of her eyes, she would feel uncomfortable in her heart.

Upon hearing his mother's words, Song Zhien, who was quietly doing his homework, lowered his head, bared his teeth and laughed. He was happy for his sister in his heart.

Beijing, Green Fruit Lane.

Qing Guo Lane was originally very prosperous, it used to be home to the Tutor Jiang, who was originally the Minister of Rites, had a clean and upright character, vast knowledge, and a good reputation, and was famous among the scholars. Later on, he paid his respects to the Prime Minister, and did a lot of things, and after the late emperor established the crown prince, he became the Crown Prince's teacher, and became the Crown Prince's tutor. The Jiang family had been popular and popular for a few years.

However, in the end, the errand boy had actually reported him as the enemy of the Tutor Jiang. The King Rong had personally brought people to the Tutor Jiang's study room to find the secret letter that connected the two countries.

The evidence was conclusive. The late emperor was enraged and with a single order, he executed the entire family of the Tutor Jiang.

Tutor Jiang's daughter and son were both minors. Their youngest son was only seven years old, and also died in that calamity.

Afterwards, the Jiang manor was sealed off and quickly decayed.

Some people even saw the dark shadows floating back and forth in the courtyard in the dark sky. The rumors about the ghosts became more and more intense, and even during the day, one could see the ghosts moving back and forth, no one dared to approach them anymore. Even the families that were originally living in the nearby area found this place to be too unlucky, so they moved away.

The Jiang manor had become a ghost house, as had Green Fruit Lane.

Jiang Ting carried her and flipped up from the backyard.

It was very quiet here, day and night.

The original bluestone path could only be traversed by memory. The pavilion on the fake mountain had already collapsed in half, the signboard on the pavilion had long since disappeared, and the couplets on the two pavilions had long since become incomplete. The pond was sealed with ice and snow, and a few pieces of green brick were thrown on top.

The Rinsyi on the window was already in tatters. It whistled along with the wind, and even if there was no shadow of a ghost, it would still be terrifying.

The crows and owls on the thick old trees exchanged cries.

The Zheng Tong who had been unconscious the entire time finally woke up with great difficulty, and fainted from the shock of the scene before him.

However, Jiang Ting did not care at all. He arrived at a small courtyard near the northwest corner of the city, pushed lightly from a distance, and with a "creak", it opened. Jiang Ting entered the courtyard, directly rushing to the main house.

It was still an extremely dilapidated window and door. The tiles on the roof blew loudly in the wind, and with the cries of crows and owls, if Zheng Tong was still awake at this moment, he would probably be scared out of his wits.

When he entered the room, the bed had long since lost its original appearance.

Jiang Ting opened up the bed, revealing the tunnel behind it.

He led his men and went inside. After a dozen steps, he found a not very spacious secret chamber. The inside of the secret chamber was airless and was much warmer than the outside. It was so warm that it could not freeze someone to death.

Jiang Ting threw the person onto the bed and used a chain to lock Zheng Tong's feet. The other end of the chain was placed on a stone pillar by the wall, and if the chain was made of fine metal, then no matter how special it was, even if Zheng Tong had three heads and six arms, he would still not be able to escape.

After finishing all of this, Zheng Tong still had not woken up. Jiang Ting took out two cold and hard steamed buns and a pot of water from his bosom and placed them on the bed.

The room was still as shabby as ever, and it was impossible to tell that someone was hiding there.

Madame Jiang doted on her little son, who was six or seven years old and was still sleeping in her parents' courtyard. She received much more care and affection than her elder sister, but luckily, the young lady of the Jiang family was not a petty person who was easy to take jealousy from. For her younger brother, she was in more pain than anyone else, but the young man of the Jiang family was not born pretty enough, and was often despised by his elder sister.

Honestly speaking, the young groom of the Jiang family wasn't born ugly, especially his eyes, which were as black as ink. The late emperor had praised them more than once, saying that these eyes hid wisdom and held sharpness.

Later on, Senior Marquis Gu would often mutter that it was probably because the previous emperor couldn't find the young son of the Jiang family to praise anymore, so he had no choice but to say it.

If those eyes were filled with wisdom and sharpness, how could they possibly have a short life? A seven year old child being beheaded in public like that probably didn't even know what beheading was.

The child was innocent, but no one could say that the child was innocent. Since a highly regarded official of the imperial court had colluded with an enemy, then no one in this family was innocent.

The late emperor was merciful and did not announce Prime Minister Jiang's crimes to the public. He was also afraid of causing panic amongst the people, but even so, the news still could not be hidden.

Jiang Ting stood at the door for a long time, suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times to the main wife, and said softly, "Father, mother, and sister, I have found a woman who can live a life together with you. She comes from a small background, and her family is poor, but her heart is pure.

"Clang clang clang!" Three more heads knocked on the ground, Jiang Ting stood up, took one last look at the fluttering door, and finally left the courtyard.

The staff knocked three times, and Jiang Ting walked out of the Jiang manor. He stood at the entrance of Green Fruit Lane and looked at the brightest spot in the capital.

After entering the imperial palace, they didn't see anyone. There were only a few flying rocks that greeted their brothers that they hadn't seen for a long time.

They ran all the way to the Zi Chen Palace.

It was already late in the morning, and the Son of Heaven was still reviewing the memorial.

He jumped down from the rafters, his body still emitting a cold wind and dust.

Just as the attendant was about to shout "Help me", he was stopped by his master. The bright yellow figure behind the desk put down the brush in his hand, looked at Jiang Ting, and slowly revealed a smile: "You still know how to come back?"

His Majesty spoke in a very intimate tone, one that was unique to him when he faced this person.

When the attendants saw who it was, they received their master's approval and moved to guard outside the door.

Jiang Ting knelt down and kowtowed, following the teachings of his family. The king and subject had other ideas deeply rooted in their bones, the Son of Heaven being close to them, was just a matter of the Son of Heaven, it had nothing to do with him.

"You are the only one here. Why would there be a need?"

Jiang Ting did not speak, there was no need to explain this matter, it had been this way for many years.

"It's so cold again. What do you think you came back for?"

The Son of Heaven's tone was full of anger, and he was really disgusted by this face. He picked up the pen and continued to approve the memorial.

He didn't forget to raise his hand to get the other person to stand up as he knew the other person's temper. If he didn't wake up, he would really be able to kneel down.

Jiang Ting stood up, and stood at the side. He did not say a word, and was no different from the pillar behind him.

He read the imperial report for a long time, but before he finished reading it, he dropped it. His gaze fell on the face of the person who was standing there, and curiosity arose in his heart, "Tell me, what kind of person can make you say a few more words? Is there always such a person? "

Of course not, there was such a person. When he saw him, he could not help but explain a bit more, exhort him, and pacify him.

Sometimes, two sentences were too few. To meet once was to say something that would take a month, and after meeting others, one would have even less desire to speak.

"Forget it, it's unnecessary for me to ask this. Why don't you tell me the result of your trip out this time?" Duan Buyan, and that terrible worry of the Prince Rong's Mansion's! "