My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 383 Don't talk nonsense, go straight to the bottom
It's not just his women.

And his generals.

After several battles with the Jinren, none of the generals like Yue Fei was rewarded.

Press first, this is Wang Lin's intention, and the generals have no complaints.

Wang Lin understood very well that they were all waiting for his enthronement and proclaiming himself emperor in the future.

The generals also firmly believed that it was only a matter of time before Wang Lin would ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor.

Now the rewards of the Song court are meaningless to the generals under his command.

Wang Lin finally understood why Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin's addition of the yellow robe happened.

Everything is so logical.

In a sense, it is not necessarily Zhao Kuangyin's idea to usurp the Zhou Dynasty, it is basically the interest appeal of a group.

And Zhao Kuangyin is nothing more than the spokesman for the interests of the group.

And in the future, he might do the same.

Only when he ascends the throne and proclaims himself emperor can he give his women honorable titles and status, and he can grant heirs.

And in the same way, all the generals under his command will reach the sky in one step, and benefit the descendants of the family.

One glory and one glory.

He didn't want to go to the last step, it was impossible.

Conversely, can he retreat?Obviously not.

One step further to the Ninth Five-Year Lord, one step back is the endless abyss.

Who will protect his relatives, his wife, and his children?
Because he placed too many people's high hopes and the prosperity and wealth of a huge group.

And Zhao Fujin and Zhao Gou obviously knew it well, and they had seen through this long ago.

Therefore, the Zhao Song royal family headed by Zhao Fujin has already begun to consider the way forward. For example, just now Zhao Fujin proposed to ask Wang Lin to accept Chongde.

He is not only her man, but also the backer of a group.

It's not that simple feelings are alienating, but it just shows that... people are looking forward.

To put it a little further, the Song family in Linzhang gave away the Song family's twin sisters, and Guo Zhishun offered a daughter, basically all based on the logic of putting interests first.

Even, his uncle's family acquiesced in the matter between him and his cousin Zhang Lan, it was nothing more than...

Born as a human, there are seven emotions and six desires.

After all, man is a group animal, not a lone hero.

Thinking of this, Wang Lin's head suddenly became dizzy.

……

Pan Jinlian was lying on the soft couch with her protruding belly, while Pang Chunmei and Yan Xijiao waited on her with smiles.

Pang Chunmei said: "My lady, you seem to be so pregnant, you might be able to have twins..."

Yan Xijiao also smiled and said, "A little prince, a little princess, with both sons and daughters, that's the best thing."

Pan Jinlian smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter if you have a son or daughter, but I want to give birth to a sweet padded jacket."

From the heart, Pan Jinlian does not want to compete with other sisters after giving birth.

Yan Xijiao leaned over to caress Pan Jinlian's lower abdomen, and said enviously: "Lady, if the prince goes further in the future, then you are the prince and princess!"

Pan Jinlian's face tightened: "Don't talk nonsense, you didn't see that my husband was so irritable yesterday, I've never seen him so scary."

"This is the prince's business. Don't talk nonsense behind your back in the future. It's amazing."

Although Yan Xijiao and Pang Chunmei agreed, they didn't take it seriously.

Inside and outside the palace, in and around Tokyo, there is no one who doesn't know that the prince will ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor in the future.

Once that time comes, let alone Pan Jinlian, even they, a concubine's name will not be able to escape.

Yan Xijiao felt happy when she thought that her own mother would offer her up as a bodhisattva recently.

Pang Chunmei felt a little depressed.

It has been several years since she first entered the mansion, and the prince has not touched her so far.

Do you dislike her for being ugly?But she is confident that her color is not inferior to other women.

……

Han Yan is holding her son Wang Han, who is not yet one year old, and her eyes are full of maternal brilliance.

Mother Xue Shi, maids Yicui and Siqin are all by her side, and two wet nurses are by her side.

Xue said: "Yan'er, let the servants take care of the children more, you still have to take care of the prince's body..."

Xue is implying that her daughter should not just give birth to a son and everything will be fine, but also spend all her energy and time on her own man.

As an official wife, it would be great if she could have a few more children from the legitimate family, and her status would be stable.

Han Yan smiled, her eyes flickering softly.

Of course, she would not neglect her husband just because of her son. In fact, she had uncharacteristically started to actively seek, and had already begun to recuperate her body, preparing to have a second child.

She remembered Wang Lin's affectionate promise that day: "Yan'er has been with me since she was born, she is virtuous and dignified, she bears children for me, manages the housework, and maintains a harmonious rear house. I am very grateful and respectful."

"There are no outsiders here. I once promised Yan'er that if I really ascend the throne and become emperor in the future, then Yan'er will always be the master of the harem, and I will never let her down!"

Tears flickered in Han Yan's eyes.

With Xianggong's words, what else is she worried about?What she should do most now is to make her husband feel at ease, to keep the back house quiet, and to avoid his distraction.

As smart as Han Yan, she has already noticed that the backyard is restless.

……

Huarui walks around the room with her belly outstretched.

The furnishings in her room are simple, there are no antiques, books, female celebrities, pens, inks, papers and inkstones. On the contrary, the ancestral bow hanging on the wall behind the screen when entering the room is very eye-catching.

Hu Sanniang and Liang Hongyu sat on the embroidered pier and talked with her.

The three girls are all heroines with bold personalities, so they make friends in private.

In fact, it's normal, you asked Hu Sanniang to go to Li Qingzhao's place to talk about poetry and songs, wouldn't it be embarrassing for her?

Huarui looked at Sanniang Hu with a smile and said: "Sanniang, you said your stomach hasn't moved, do you want to see the imperial doctor in the palace?"

Hu Sanniang giggled: "No need, I seem to have it. Considering the time, it should be in the army..."

Huarui and Liang Hongyu were overjoyed, and the three girls quarreled for a while, seeing Huarui and Hu Sanniang turned their eyes to her, Liang Hongyu's face turned red, but she felt a little lonely in her heart.

She and Wang Lin, only that one time.

When Huarui ordered someone to go to the front yard to deliver the good news to Wang Lin, Chongde cried earth-shatteringly at Zhao Fujin's side.

When Zhao Fujin tentatively proposed to let Wang Linna Chongde in, Chongde, Zhao Yupan and Zhao Huanhuan all hid behind the screen.

However, Wang Lin did not respond to Zhao Fujin's words.

Wang Lin was silent, always silent.

Finally left again.

This is tantamount to rejection.

Chongde's full of fantasies were shattered, and his heart was broken.

Ever since her heart was moved in Qingzhou that day, and Wang Lin escorted her all the way to Xixia... Her whole heart was firmly tied to Wang Lin.

It's just that the concubine is affectionate, but Lang has no intention.

Zhao Yupan hesitated for a moment, but still persuaded softly: "Chongde, don't worry, take your time. Besides, this matter is actually difficult for King Yan. After all, you are the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty. Even if he wants to, he will not dare to admit you easily."

Zhao Yupan felt a little embarrassed and ashamed when he said this.

The majestic royal family of the Song Dynasty, the princess, has it come to this point?
Volunteering to recommend a pillow seat, will people still abandon it like a shoe?
Chongde mourned: "I don't want fame, and I never thought about those things... This is all my life."

Zhao Fujin sighed quietly, his heart was in a mess.

At first she didn't have any selfish thoughts, she just wanted to be with the man she loved for the rest of her life, but now...

Today's Prince Yan's Mansion has become a huge vortex of interests, and even someone like her, who has nothing to do with the world, can hardly escape.

The rain has been falling.

The most secluded small courtyard in the southeast corner of the back residence of the Prince's Mansion.

Zhang Lan's frail body was wrapped in a thick cloak, she stood quietly under the corridor and looked at the dense rain, her thin face was covered with a layer of sadness that seemed to be absent.

With a creak, Lin Huiyin pushed the door and came out. She came with her plump waist like a water snake, and handed over a cup of hot tea: "Sister, drink some hot tea to warm up your body. Your body is too weak. You are too weak today. When it gets colder, it’s a bit unbearable.”

Zhang Lan shook her head: "Thank you sister, I'm fine."

Zhang Lan stared at the rain screen bewilderedly.

Lin Huiyin sighed quietly, and a mist formed on her charming face.

After that night, Wang Lin never came again.

It seems that they have forgotten the existence of the two of them. It has been so long, and they have not even sent a message.

If it weren't for Han Yan who would often send people over to send some money to spend, they would all think that the two of them had been completely forgotten by the palace.

Originally, Zhang Lan's heart had already faded, and she worshiped the Buddha with blue lanterns every day, without leaving home.

But yesterday's royal order in the palace still has their share.

It was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, no matter whether it was intentional or unintentional, it aroused layer after layer of fine ripples, making Zhang Lan's heart no longer quiet.

At this moment, a figure of a man in a coir raincoat appeared in Zhang Lan's field of vision.

He walked slowly, facing the overwhelming rain, his steps were steady and powerful.

Lin Huiyin was full of surprises, but when she got up, her voice trembled: "My lord... hurry up and hold an umbrella for my lord!"

……

In the world, the longest confession of love is companionship.

But in many cases, for some specific people, the longest confession of love is actually, don't talk nonsense, just go straight to the bottom.

Any sweet talk is superfluous.

On this rainy day, Wang Lin found a rare peace and peace of mind from Zhang Lan and Lin Huiyin.

Of course he will not forget to say that he has not forgotten, but is ashamed and difficult to face for a while.

The rest, all accompanied by intense wind and rain, turned into the most effective explanation.

The rain stopped at some point.

Wang Lin lay quietly in front of Mrs. Lin's plump chest, eyes slightly closed, while Zhang Lan knelt beside her, revealing a beautiful curve of her waist and hips.

Suddenly, I heard the noisy sound of people coming from outside the palace, and immediately the ground trembled, and horseshoes roared.

Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes and sighed, a moment of peace is rare.

"Sister Lan, Huiyin, I'll go take a look."

Wang Lin put on his clothes and got off the bed, and while walking outside, he turned his head and said, "In the future, you should walk around Yaner's side more often."

Seeing that Zhang Lan bowed his head slightly, a little shy, he sighed and turned around, hugged Zhang Lan in his arms and said softly: "From now on, those Buddhist scriptures are not allowed to be read, they are all put away.

My woman can only have me in her heart, and there is no Buddha. "

(End of this chapter)