His Majesty once married me

On the way back, Ouyang sorted out the matter silently.

First of all, one thing is certain, it is absolutely impossible for all these women to reconcile with their husbands and live in Huangzhuang like Mrs. Qian.

A friend of the poor and humble should not be forgotten, and a wife of dross will not go to court.

People who can really do this may not get any benefits, but if they can't, they can easily become the target of criticism from others.

If there is a real incident in the capital where wives of wretches reconcile with their husbands in batches, honest gentlemen all over the country will definitely get excited like a festival, criticizing and exaggerating about this incident endlessly.The husbands of mountain wolves who see things differently and want to change their minds are bound to be scolded, and the wives who have been harmed by mountain wolves will not be able to get well either.

But in the end, the blame must be his Emperor, His Majesty Qi Yunheng——

Who made him incapable of discipline and recruited a group of mountain wolves as his subordinates?

If you are scolded, you deserve it!

At such a time, honest gentlemen will not calculate the specific number of unscrupulous people, and then compare their small proportion among the officials, they will only generalize and blind Qi Yunheng's hardcore supporters.

This incident may not necessarily cause any serious damage to the power and authority of His Majesty the Emperor.

It's just that the toad lands on the ground, it's disgusting if it doesn't bite people!

Just the word "annoyance" was enough to make His Majesty the Emperor angry and his lifespan damaged.

But thinking about it the other way around, those wretched wives may not really want to reconcile with their husbands—there may be some people who really want to do this, but they will definitely not be the majority.

This is not the world in Su Su's hometown where marriage or divorce is as simple as drinking water.

In this world, even if it is reconciliation, the situation of a woman is no better than being abandoned, but the money that can be taken away will be more, but whether it can be kept after taking away is another matter. One said.

In this world, the only ones who can protect women and provide them with shelter are the natal family and the husband's family.

Once reconciled or divorced, the protection of the husband's family will disappear in an instant, and the mother's family will easily refuse to accept her back because the daughter has lost face.

As for the law, it has always been to protect the strong and not the weak; morality is something that will only drive women to their death.

Because of this, whether reconciled or abandoned, the first thing women have to face is the embarrassment of being homeless.

Nowadays, there is no such thing as a female householder. If she leaves her husband’s house and cannot return to her mother’s house, it is impossible for a woman to buy a house to live alone—it cannot be the head of the household, and even if she buys a house, she cannot go to the government office to transfer ownership!

This alone is enough to make 90.00% of women shy away from Heli.

For a man, losing face is a matter of losing face; but for a woman, it is about survival and life.

Besides, how can it be so easy to give up the glory and wealth?No matter how disgusting the husbands of these wretched wives are, no matter how chaotic they are, at least they can afford to support their wives and children, as well as food and clothing.But once they leave this bad husband, the wives of the bad will really have to live on the bad.

According to Ouyang's estimate, the real purpose of these wretched wives may not be to want to make peace, but it is more likely that they will rely on the emperor and pull up the banner as a tiger's skin.

However, there may be some people who are really desperate, and they are only a short distance away from death.

For example, his former mother.

Ouyang's mother in her previous life was somewhat similar to Mrs. Qian's, but she was neither as tough as Mrs. Qian nor as lucky as Mrs. Qian.When her husband, who was Ouyang's former father, threatened her with death, she left behind her two underage children. She really wanted to die, and she really killed herself.

Ouyang couldn't hate his mother, but he couldn't avoid resentment.

If she wasn't so weak and incompetent, and would only depend on the man who married her as if she had been living forever, then when the man wanted to abandon her, she wouldn't be unable to survive as if the sky had fallen.And he and his sister would not have such a hard and rough life.

However, sometimes, Ouyang can't help but wonder, if at that time, someone can stand up and help her mother, so that she will not be so isolated and helpless, will her fate change and become completely different... …

However, Ouyang also knew that the answer might be no.

The experience of the two lifetimes has already told Ouyang that the mountains fall and the rivers dry up.Pies may really fall from the sky, but if there is not enough strength or adaptability, the pies will also smash people to death under the action of the acceleration of gravity.

——People, you still have to rely on yourself after all!

Ouyang sighed, feeling a little lost for a while.

Putting away his thoughts, Ouyang turned his head and glanced at the sun outside the car window. Seeing that it was still early, he stopped the carriage that had just returned to the city, and asked the butler Zhuang to go down to find a teahouse or restaurant, so he could go in and have a change of mood .

Hearing this order, Steward Zhuang immediately twitched the corners of his mouth. Although he didn't object, the expression on his face clearly said: What kind of fuss are you having today?

Ouyang didn't explain, and the butler Zhuang didn't ask questions on the spot. He went around the neighborhood according to Ouyang's instructions, and soon led the carriage to a three-story teahouse.

When he arrived at the bottom of the teahouse, Ouyang didn't let the carriage and a group of followers wait for him outside, leaving only Steward Zhuang and two guards brought out from the Summer Palace, and then ordered the rest of the people to go back with Huang Peng first. palace.

The capital city is not a dangerous place, so Ouyang left two guards to follow, Huang Peng and the others didn't say anything, turned the carriage around, and continued to the summer palace according to Ouyang's instructions.

Ouyang turned around and led Steward Zhuang and two guards to the teahouse.

There was no special mark on the carriage that Ouyang was riding in, but seeing his attire and the attendants who had just left, the waiters at the teahouse didn't dare to neglect him, so they hurried forward and greeted him attentively. The four of Ouyang led them to the private room on the second floor.

In a multi-storey tea house like this, the top floor is usually a gimmick. If you want to go up to drink tea, you have to abide by certain rules, such as writing poems and paintings, such as booking early.

Ouyang just wanted to come out to change his mood. He didn't want to find trouble for nothing and become famous. He didn't ask why the waiter only led him to the second floor. He chose a private room with a wide view and sat in. He didn't ask the butler Zhuang if he would bring him. With money, I casually ordered a pot of the most expensive tea.

The housekeeper Zhuang rolled his eyelids, apparently wanting to roll his eyes, but restrained himself, restrainedly stopped the guy who was about to leave, and offered him four more snacks.

The waiter in the teahouse turned and left, while the two guards stood on both sides of the door of the private room like door gods.

Ouyang didn't invite them to sit down, nor did he order any tea for them.

It's their working hours right now, and Ouyang didn't want to do anything under the covers, so naturally there's no need to use tea and snacks in the name of being approachable to hinder others' work.

Besides, buying people's hearts is a matter of boiling frogs in warm water. If you throw a piece of gold over for no reason, it is easy to scare people away, and the person who receives the gold may not dare to appreciate it.

Soon, the waiter in the restaurant brought up the tea and snacks.

But after the waiter in the teahouse left again, Ouyang didn't touch these refreshments, and sat by the window, silently in a daze.

In fact, when he entered the teahouse, Ouyang had no thoughts of hurting the spring and autumn, but he still didn't want to return to the summer palace, lest he would be emotionally affected by the scene of the palace before he fully recovered.

But just after Ouyang sat in the private room for less than a cup of tea, the waiter of the teahouse knocked on the door again, presented a beautiful lacquer box in front of Ouyang, and explained with a little panic: "This guest Officer, someone sent you this."

Ouyang was slightly taken aback, and after sweeping his consciousness, he found that although the lacquer box was very beautiful and valuable, there was only a piece of flower note inside.

Ouyang was suddenly a little unhappy, frowned, and pouted at the housekeeper Zhuang.

Steward Zhuang immediately stepped forward, took the lacquer box from the waiter, put it aside, then took out a few copper coins, and sent the waiter out of the teahouse.

When the buddy left, there were only four of Ouyang and the others left in the private room. Then the butler Zhuang turned around, pretended to carefully open the lacquer box, took out the flower note from the box, and presented it to Ouyang.

There is no signature on the flower paper, only two lines of poems praising the past are written in clear lowercase letters, which makes people more and more inexplicable.

Ouyang twitched the corners of his mouth, and said to Steward Zhuang: "Go out and ask, is it a gift from a man or a woman?"

Those cronies and friends he met in Beijing did not like to play arty, but a few courtesans in Misty Pavilion like to play this kind of self-righteous trick.

Steward Zhuang took the order to go, but soon turned back and said: "Return to the master, I have asked, it is a man."

The person who delivered the things didn't show his true face, and the waiter in the teahouse only paid attention to the clothes on that person - they were of good quality and very expensive, definitely not something ordinary people could afford to wear.

"Who is so boring?" Ouyang became more and more confused, unable to figure out what tricks this person was playing.

Good old friend, this possibility can already be ruled out.Even if a woman finds someone to deliver it on her behalf, it is impossible for the deliverer to make the waiter in the teahouse feel "unusual" just because of his clothes.

After this, Ouyang's first thought was that Qi Yunheng also came out for a private interview on Weibo, and happened to bump into him.But this kind of concealed and mysterious style is not the style of Qi Yunheng when he got along with him, and the lower script written by Qi Yunheng is not the handwriting on the flower paper.

But it's just as unlikely if it's the old friends of the past.

Most importantly, Ouyang couldn't think of any one of those people who could write such a good handwriting.

Steward Zhuang was also very suspicious. He picked up the flower paper, touched it, smelled it, and then read the writing on it carefully. Suddenly, his face changed, he hesitated to speak, apparently found something.

Ouyang noticed the strangeness of Butler Zhuang, but he didn't ask questions in front of the two guards.

Because of the angle of view, the two guards at the door could only see the back of Butler Zhuang, but could not see the expression on his face.

"Master, it's better to go back to the palace!" Zhuang Butler said to Ouyang with an admonishing appearance, "This person's intentions are unclear, and I'm afraid he is not a kind person. Master, it's better to be careful."

"Then let's go!" Ouyang dislikes others playing charades with him the most. Even if the housekeeper Zhuang doesn't say anything, he has no interest in staying here and waiting for the mysterious person to show up.

But the two imperial guards took a step forward, stopped Ouyang who was about to leave, and persuaded with a serious face: "Nine thousand years old, please don't act rashly for the time being, wait here for a while, let me go back first." Go to the palace and call the carriage back, so as not to be surrounded by gangsters, causing us to be insecure and hurt Jiuqian Sui."

——Who can surround and kill me?

Ouyang didn't take it seriously, but he didn't object. He waved his hand and asked the two guards to make arrangements.

The two guards discussed briefly, and soon one of them went to the Summer Palace to call a car to find someone, and the one left behind decisively closed the window of the private room, asking Ouyang to stay away from the window and the door.

Ouyang's spiritual sense had scanned the vicinity a few times back and forth, but he didn't find anyone or anything that could threaten him, but he didn't bother the guard, and sat down quietly in the elegant room according to his instructions. middle of the room.

Sure enough, until another guard returned to the teahouse with the carriage and a whole team of guards, Ouyang was not in any danger, but the person who delivered the lacquer box also never showed up.

Ouyang became more and more confused, but he didn't give the guards any order to investigate. He only asked the butler Zhuang to go to the shopkeeper of the teahouse to settle the tea payment, and then boarded the carriage surrounded by all the guards.

The housekeeper Zhuang also got in, and sat beside Ouyang as if he was loyally protecting the lord.

When the carriage started to move, the housekeeper Zhuang immediately put away his loyal face, took out two soundproof stickers, and pasted one on each of the doors on both sides. Then he looked straight and said to Ouyang in a low voice: "Master, you Don't you think the handwriting on the flower note looks familiar?"

"Is there?" Ouyang didn't see it at all.

"Back then, that master's regular script seemed to be in this style?" Zhuang Butler reminded.

Seeing that Ouyang was still confused, Housekeeper Zhuang raised his hand again and pointed in the direction of the palace.

"That... who is it?"

When Ouyang saw what Steward Zhuang was pointing at, the first thing he thought of was Qi Yunheng.But Steward Zhuang has always called Qi Yunheng the emperor's wife behind his back, and has never called him "Master".

"Emperor Kanglong!" The housekeeper Zhuang sighed, and named out the name with a helpless face, "I said, master, you can't even remember him, right?!"