debt repayment

She is really afraid that such bad deeds will accumulate day by day, and one day she will offend the gods.

Her husband was much more magnanimous, and pulled her sign language with sincerity: "Ma'am, you see, in the past 20 years, the fortune of the family has risen instead of falling, and everything is fine. Taking your leisure time, being a carefree noble lady is what makes Wei Jun happiest."

Yes, everything is as Zhou Jizu said, her life, the life of the Zhou family, and the life of the Guo family all depend on the great nobleman who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.If the matter is revealed, the two towering trees will crash down.

Everything is their blessing and everything is their karma.

It was also fortunate that the child looked like her sister, so there was no accident.

In two years, the crown prince and the crown will formally exercise the power of crown prince, and King Jian will no longer be able to compete with him. With the escort of the two big families of Guo and Zhou, the crown prince will be able to ascend the throne smoothly.

As soon as he ascended the throne, all the suffering was completely over.

To worship the gods tomorrow, Zhou Jizu will go out before dawn, follow the royal family to the shrine to worship the gods, return around the time, and then organize the Zhou Mansion's worship ceremony.As the wife of the palace lord, she also had to get up early that day to arrange her own sacrifices to the gods.

She wandered to the backyard of the Zhou Mansion to relax.

The golden leaves have not faded completely, clusters of naked branches point to the still clear sky, only the laughter in the garden is flowing.

But I saw two shadows playing around among the strange stones brought from the famous lake in the south. The big fat head and big ears stretched out his round arms to block the other person's retreat; the butterfly-like beauty with a slender waist , then ran around laughing and running, no matter how he tried to escape, he would crash into that person's arms.

"Junsheng is new?"

The personal servant girl replied: "Ma'am, this is a new character that the young master bought from the troupe a few days ago. It's called Xingxian. The young master likes to listen to operas recently. This young master has a good voice and a pretty face. The young master took a fancy to it. I heard from the maid in the young master's yard that when the Chinese New Year's family feast comes, the young master still wants to arrange for Mr. Xingxian to sing a song at the family banquet."

"Nonsense, actors and prostitutes, how can you get on the stage?" Zhou Guo was slightly angry, "When the master comes back, I will tell him about this matter. This matter is absolutely impossible. The Zhou family is a well-known and well-known family. Since the founding of the country, there has been no extravagant act, and the young master is not young anymore, such absurd things that insult the family tradition must not be allowed to be done by him."

However, he saw that Young Master Zhou over there suddenly hugged the fair-skinned and delicate young man tightly, kissing him loudly, and all the servants waiting in the garden were expressionless, as if they had long been used to such intimacy.

After all, Mrs. Zhou Guo is a well-educated lady from a famous family. For many years, Zhou Jizu and Zhou Jizu have treated each other with equal respect and treated each other like guests. They have never done any intimate acts in front of outsiders. They felt ashamed and even more ashamed, so they stepped forward to scold Zhou Jizu as an elder. : "Junsheng, don't commit adultery in broad daylight."

"Second aunt, good morning, aren't you not feeling well recently, why don't you take a rest in the house?"

Mrs. Zhou Guo said angrily: "I had already slowed down, but when I saw that you don't understand the rules of etiquette, I became angry again. You are also a big man, and you are still so frivolous. The ancestors are afraid that you will be killed." Angry."

Young Master Zhou scolded her in his heart for being too pedantic and outspoken, but on the face he just bit the bullet and said: "Understood, aunt, I'll let him go back now."

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Xiao Qing'er behind him knelt on the ground in fright, lowered her face trembling, and almost kowtowed to Zhou Guoshi.

"That's all, you go back to your own room and make trouble."

Zhou Junsheng should claim that he was, and hurriedly dragged Xiaoqinger away.

With this incident, she didn't want to stay outside anymore, so she went back to the house to rest, but at night, Zhou Jizu still didn't come back.Housekeeper Li Er came over and told him that after the master came down to court, he had some important discussions with Mr. Guo, and was invited to the Guo mansion, and he would not be back until midnight. Madam please rest first, don't wait for him.

After hearing this, Zhou Guoshi went to sleep by himself.

That night, she slept alone on the couch.She slept very lightly, and whenever there was any movement, the strings in her mind would tense.With her eyes closed, she faintly heard the bedroom door open.

Presumably the husband is back.

It was too cold, she was very sleepy, moved her fingers, she didn't want to move at all, she just lay on the bed with her back to the door, and waited for Zhou Jizu to tidy up her clothes and come to sleep with her on the couch.

But a very close voice murmured: "Mother...Mother..."

"……what!"

Startled, she opened her eyes and looked out.

It was pitch black, and people standing against the backlight could only see their shadowy silhouettes.

Not her husband.

She was so shocked that all her strength was drained, she leaned on the bed and shivered, staring at the person with wide eyes.

"Mother...Mother..."

The "person" yelled and kept approaching, letting her see its appearance through the skylight outside the house.

It was clearly a snake-headed monster with sharp fangs and eyes as big as a bell.

Not Yingniang, but that child!

"Mother, mother," the monster let out a low hissing laugh, and walked towards her staggeringly, "it's me, I will return your child, mother..."

Seeing the terrifying monster getting closer and closer, her eyes were tearing open, she held her head and screamed, "Don't come here, don't come here!!! Ghost, ghost, I'm not your mother! I don't have your mother!" Monster son! Go away, go away! Help, help!!!"

The woman's hoarse scream pierced the night. When the servant arrived, he didn't see the "ghost" in her mouth, but a woman shaking and crying on the bed, like a crying ghost.

Zhou Guoshi is crazy.

It was not bright early in the morning, and the royal family worshiped the gods.Except for the royal family, all the princes and ministers who stayed in Beijing were present.

This is an extremely boring ceremony, but as the crown prince, he must be present, not only must he be present, but he must not show the slightest bit of impatience. He has to wait for the immortal master to do it and the emperor to report all the merits and demerits of the previous year to the statue of the god in public. , Send the lights of blessings, and it will be over.

It was a cold day, and the incense in the temple seemed to be cold. No matter how devoutly and sincerely the emperor confided words to the dumb god, it was like a hypnotic babble, making him drowsy.

Song Hui'an knelt behind the emperor, with a blank expression on his face and looking forward. If someone stood in front of him, he would be able to tell that he was absent-minded.

The solemn shrine was full of officials of all kinds kneeling, but it was still empty, revealing a bit of the coolness and cleanliness unique to the dawn.

Song Hui'an just kept his eyes open, tears streaming down from the cold wind, while struggling to stabilize his slightly unsupported figure, he hoped that the emperor would finish his nonsense as soon as possible and let him go back to the East Palace to recuperate from his illness with a hand stove.

When this matter was brought up, Song Huiming had to be cursed.

If it wasn't for that brazen and shameless person messing around with him, his mild cold disease wouldn't get worse.After that day, for nearly ten days in a row, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, which made his sick body worse.Even if he had calculated the day of the God Sacrificial Festival early, it would not help to forcefully pour the medicine while covering his nose.

They were all pissed off by that bastard Song Huiming.

Song Huiming was very witty, took advantage of the huge advantage, and immediately sold out as a good boy and ran away, harassing the future for ten days.

Today, on the festival of sacrifices to the gods, King Jian would naturally come, and the moment he met him, he was full of officialdom. Song Hui'an looked at the handsome and imposing man, and wished he could send a dead man to kill the beast and then quickly.

Naturally, Song Hui'an would not say anything about such shameful things. Except for Song Huiming and him, there was no third person who knew what happened in the study that day.

The crown prince and King Jian still maintained a superficial peaceful coexistence, and there were differences between monarchs and ministers. Maybe in the eyes of some people, King Jian intended to get close to the prince after returning to Beijing, and they might think that the relationship between the enemies and brothers had eased.

As for the parties involved, one feels that the other's brain is completely abnormal, and it is not possible to finish it in a short time if they want to sort out the relationship in detail.

Without him, Song Huiming's behavior was too abnormal. Whether it was tyrannical plunder or false warmth, this person showed him a deep affection that frightened him.

The royal family is deeply affectionate, but Song Huiming gave him this sincerity and trust, which only made him feel creepy.

What he didn't know was that not far behind him, under the appearance of a virtuous minister who was gentle and austere, someone cast a covert and playful look at him.

When Song Hui'an stood up after the worship ceremony, Song Hui'an felt his legs were fluttering, and his feet were like stones nailed to his ankles.

Unexpectedly, he had just returned to the palace and unloaded it, and before the stove had fully warmed his hands, she heard Gong'e report: "Your Highness, His Highness Jianwang asked to see you, and said that he wanted to present you a gift."

Song Hui'an's fingers rubbing his temples suddenly felt cramped.

After thinking about it, he was still afraid that Song Huiming, an incomprehensible dead animal, would mess with him, and he was also afraid that he would send himself to the mouth of the animal.

"Let him in."

When he saw him, he was only afraid that he would have a shameless mouth and really tell the unspeakable secret in front of outsiders.

But he saw that Song Huiming was still wearing the same gown he had worn when offering sacrifices to the gods, with a dignified appearance and extraordinary handsomeness, but it was a pity that his mind was not normal.

Song Hui'an sneered, holding the hand stove, leaning on the reclining chair, with vigilant eyes, for fear that Song Huiming would suddenly touch him like last time without any explanation.

"I see Your Highness."

Another malicious smile.

Song Hui'an didn't dare to relax at all, and said coldly, "I don't know why King Jian asked to see me?"

"Your Highness, I have already arranged the return gift that I promised to give to Your Highness. Today, when I visit His Highness, I want to talk to Your Highness privately, and second, I want to give His Highness a gift."

"Thank you King Jian for your kindness. I will accept this gift. King Jian is tired today, so let's go back to the residence to rest."

The rascal shook his head and said: "Your Highness, I see that Your Highness is not feeling well, and I would like to spend more time with His Highness to relieve boredom."

"……Need not."

A categorical refusal.

Song Huiming shook his head and smiled all over his face: "Your Highness, you need ministers."