Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 51 But I'm a eunuch...

A high-grade warrior?
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, the casual aura of cultivation from this burly man made him feel stagnant.

"elder brother!"

Su Huayi stomped her feet and roared coquettishly, how can there be any reason to force others?

Seeing this, the burly man was completely different from just now. He scratched his head and smiled honestly.

"Lord Zhao, I offended you just now..." Su Huayi saluted and apologized.

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Wujiang said indifferently, "Actually, I want to say that there is no marriage, but..."

Before Zhao Wujiang finished speaking, Su Huayi's bright eyes had already flashed disappointment.

Mr. Zhao...is not married, but has someone in mind!
"The little girl understands..."

Afterwards, Su Huayi and her brother left.

Zhao Wujiang:? ? ?

But I'm a eunuch... I never had a chance to say these words.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, Mr. Zhao, that's the granddaughter of General Su, you actually..."

Zhao Wujiang's ridicule from Minister of Rites sounded in his ears, and he reappeared out of nowhere.

"Which Soviet general?"

"Who else is there, one of the pillars of the Tang Dynasty today, Su Dingfang, General Su."

The Minister of Rites joked:
"If you marry the granddaughter of General Su, tsk tsk, even the eldest grandson will respect you three times when he sees you, and for no other reason, he will call you the grandson-in-law of General Su, and you will be equivalent to a third-rank official residence... ..."

"Go, go, go... I was born as a eunuch, and I was authorized by the emperor to be an official, just to keep you quiet. However, it is okay to be an official, but it is a bit difficult to be a male official."

Zhao Wujiang waved his hand.

At least for now, his identity as a fake eunuch cannot be exposed.

Otherwise, one is the crime of deceiving the emperor.

The second is that it is no longer possible to have an ambiguous relationship with the future Empress Wu.

To do this for Su Huayi, no matter how you think about it, it is a loss.

Thinking of Wu Meiniang, Zhao Wujiang saw that he had nothing to do at the moment, so he went to touch Wu Meiniang, and said that it would be good to give another injection.

……

Leave Shangshu Province.

Zhao Wujiang walked slowly to Wu Meiniang's bedroom.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wu Meiniang and Qing'er painting.

Wu Meiniang's brush was dragged heavily on the canvas, the gouache was thick, but Zhao Wujiang could feel Wu Meiniang's depression at a glance, as if she was venting some emotions.

"Your Majesty? What's the matter?" He took a bench by himself and sat down beside Wu Meiniang.

"There will be a wedding banquet tonight, and there will be fireworks and lanterns." Wu Meiniang pursed her lips, looking a little lonely, "But I can't go to the palace."

"Why?"

Zhao Wujiang was puzzled.

Many dignitaries and dignitaries could go to the Wenxi Banquet, why couldn't Wu Meiniang go?
"Oh, this time, the emperor only brought the queen and the Helan family to the harem... No one else can go..."

It is a political requirement for Queen Wang to go, after all, she is still the head of the harem in name.

Wu Meiniang didn't have to go, could it be that Li Zhi listened to my tricks and deliberately arranged to snub her?
However, who is this Helan family?

"Forget it, if you don't go, you won't go. I am already very happy to have Mr. Zhao here."

Wu Meiniang raised the corners of her mouth, and as the cloudy weather turned sunny, she picked up a colored pen and drew on the drawing board.

"Little Zhao Zi, come and see how my painting is doing?"

Zhao Wujiang saw that Wu Meiniang was surrounded by canvases. The paintings on the canvases included morning sun and sunset, cold pools and waterfalls, mountains and lakes... but there were no people.

"Your Majesty must have visited many beautiful places, right?"

"Oh, it's all about Ben Gong's childhood..."

Wu Meiniang was recalled, the years in her eyes were like water, and her eyes were far away.

She sighed:
"When I was young, my father often took me to travel around, to see mountains and rivers... Oh, let's not talk about it, Mr. Zhao, do you want to draw for fun? Qing'er just stopped drawing."

(End of this chapter)