Syndicate Growth Manual

The Zhongjun Mansion occupies a large area, divided into porch, vestibule, main hall, atrium garden and inner courtyard back garden from south to north.The place where Zhao Chen and Zhao Yuan discuss and study daily is on the south bank of the Wrinkled Lake in the atrium garden, and the Gecao courtyard near the main hall is also the outer study.

Zhao Chen passed through the Moon Cave Gate, and the two servants guarding him threw down the sewing baskets in their hands and hurriedly saluted him. He strode to the outside of the Grass Garden, and saw Zhengyang Huaixi wandering under the pagoda tree from a distance.

When the two looked up and saw Zhao Chen, they couldn't help being overjoyed, stepped forward to salute, and said, "Your Majesty."

Zhao Chen frowned slightly: "You two are not serving in the study, what are you doing here?"

Zhengyang and Huaixi looked at each other, and replied respectfully: "At first, Dalang was unwell, and the slaves all went to the Osmanthus Garden, and forgot to serve the meeting food to the two young langs, and now I am waiting to report back to the lord. Please forgive me."

In today's era of strict hierarchy, if a slave treats the gentry with contempt, such as committing a capital crime, it is like hitting a fine porcelain with a stone, even if the stone is crushed, it is not enough to restore the fine porcelain.

Zhao Chen glanced at them when he heard the words, and he knew it in his heart.The reason is grand, I'm afraid it's not forgotten, but intentional.He won't interfere with his son's making friends, but now that his good son is tossing and lying on the bed, he is also a little annoyed.

"Forget it, there are few people in the mansion, and it's not a day or two," he ordered with a calm expression, "urge the cook to pick the easy food and send it to the small study first."

The second boy felt relieved, and promised more respectfully, and a faint warning male voice sounded above his head.

"Don't neglect the guests in the future, otherwise they will all be sold out."

"I know."

Zhao Chen stood under the locust tree with his hands behind his back, and did not enter the yard again.The summer wind blows slowly through the shade of the trees, the lake reflects the dazzling waves, and the heat is steaming.He remembered the conversation he had with Yuanji and Zhen Liao's room before, and he didn't have the mood to go to the study to read and discuss matters.

Since Lu Tuo's death, he has taken over the three armies, but it has been more than five years.According to the old law, the frontier army changed defenses every ten years. Now, in five years, the monarch has summoned the left and right troops to return to Jiangcheng to report on their duties. Everyone knows that the monarch favors him very much. Naturally, he is not afraid of him, but may plan to replace the left and right generals.No wonder Yuanji Zhen and Liao sent their son to his mansion as soon as they entered Jiangcheng to show their friendship.

Zhao Chen has followed the monarch since the time when he hid in his residence, and until today, he can say with a clear conscience that he has never formed a party for personal gain. loyalty.

If he wants to win the trust of the monarch, he should keep the left and right generals out of the door, but if he wants to be consistent in the army, he can't stop eating meat and vegetables.Now that the son of the left and right generals is in his residence, it depends on how the monarch reacts, if he is called into the palace to defend himself, that would be fine, if there is no response, then...

Then he naturally thought of Zhao Yuan.

When Anu was sent to him that day, he just wanted to follow the king's will and raise his children... No, more precisely, he wanted to raise "abandoned" Anu.If Xiao Er can't become a martial artist, he can still be attached to the Zhongjun Mansion when he is still alive, and when he dies of old age, he can only rely on his brothers to live. After a hundred years, his branch may be silently depressed, and he will take advantage of the Zhao royal family. I mean it.

However, in just five years, Zhao Chen could no longer remember the cold determination that was unmoved at the beginning.

Zhao Yuan grew up alive in his arms until he was five years old, free from disease, disaster, and carefree, just like a seed that grew up under the care of his hands, sprouted buds, and gradually stretched out small green leaves , there will be flowers in the future...

He really doubted whether he could treat his second child so carefully.Anu is his son, how could he be willing to break off Anu's branches with his own hands?

Zhao Chen stared at the lake silently, his face sank into the water, quite upset.

Osmanthus Garden.

Li Qiu placed the table on the couch, Zhao Yuan was immediately refreshed and got up with a grunt, but when he took a look, there was a lone bowl of rice milk on the table, at most it was thicker than the previous bowl...

He immediately lay back powerlessly.

"I want to eat," he groaned while clutching his stomach, "I want to eat meat."

Li Qiu sat still, but a smile flashed in his eyes.She persuaded softly: "Da Lang, how can the desire for food and drink be better than the health of the body? Just endure it for a few days, and it will also make you feel at ease."

I know how to use my father to suppress me!Zhao Yuan wailed in his heart, and finally sat up in a well-behaved manner, Xiaopang started to drink with the pottery bowl in his hand.Li Qiu held the towel, wiped his mouth lightly after he finished drinking, and rubbed his belly.Zhao Yuan was used to serving her since he was a child, and he didn't feel uncomfortable.Just when he was drowsy, the voices of the little girls came faintly through a partition between the inner and outer rooms.

"Hi, my lady."

"Go and report, the lady has come to see Da Lang is here."

Lichun is on duty in the tea room, and only Lixia and Lidong are guarding outside the partition. There is no need for Liqiu to order, one of them greets him outside the corridor, and the other pushes the partition and talks to Liqiu: "My lady comes to see Dalang."

Li Qiu hesitated for a moment, nodded, and gently pushed Zhao Yuan awake: "Da Lang, wake up, the lady is here to see you."

General Zhao Yuan sat up, still bleary-eyed, Fan came in with Chuncao Bisi and other maidservants, sat down on the side of the couch with a scorched face, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and said: "My son, this What's the matter? We heard from people that you were sick, didn't you feel fine yesterday?"

Li Qiu knelt down on the ground and replied: "Return to my lady, Mr. Qin said that Da Lang had diarrhea caused by food accumulation."

Fan was stunned for a moment, his face was a little dumbfounded, and he nodded Zhao Yuan's head reproachfully: "You child! Could it be that you are starving? Seventy percent of the food is the way to support people. I have taught you since you were young, but you still eat I'm full!"

Zhao Yuan put on a bitter face, begging for mercy softly: "Mother, please forgive me, father has already told me, this day I don't even have minced meat! It's full of rice milk and water!"

"Follow the doctor's advice," Fan frightened him with a stern face, "otherwise there will be no meat to eat in the future."

She turned her head and told Li Qiu: "Today, the Zhuangzi just sent a few bags of high-quality rice, and you will get someone to pick them up later, and it will be used to make porridge for Da Lang."

Li Qiu promised.

Fan asked Zhao Yuan to lie down, and covered him with a thin towel: "I disturbed your nap just now, I'm leaving now, you can continue to sleep."

Zhao Yuan lay down obediently, looked at her with black eyes and said, "It's hard work, mother, why don't you just rest here, the sun is shining outside."

Fan smiled slightly, smoothed his hair, and led the person away.

Except for some occasions, she usually doesn't stay in Muxiyuan.

This noble couple in the Zhongjun Mansion is just like the word "respect each other as guests", they each have their own courtyards, neither of them easily disturb the other, they are as indifferent and cautious as guests.

Zhao Yuan fell into a deep sleep, and fell asleep until the lights came on.

Zhao Chen had some refreshments in the outer room, and asked Li Qiu to prepare hot porridge in the kitchen at any time.The fine bamboo curtain was lowered, and the maidservants were all guarding outside. The kneeling figure was hidden by the curtain, as quiet and graceful as a lamp made of figurines.Zhao Chen leaned on the Hu bed, holding his head in one hand and holding a book in the other, while a cool white mist slowly escaped from the bronze ice mirror beside him.

Soft voices came from the corridor.

"...The lady was worried about Da Lang, and thought that the Lord would be by his side, so she made two bowls of soup with her own hands..."

"...Sister, don't worry, wait until I report to your husband..."

Zhao Chen frowned slightly, and raised his voice to ask, "Who is outside?"

The bamboo curtain was lifted gently immediately, and Li Chun knelt on his side, showing half of his body, bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, it's the spring grass beside my lady."

Chuncao hurriedly saluted at the side, folded her arms, leaned on the ground and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the maidservant has brought some soup for the lady."

Zhao Chen didn't speak for a while, so they didn't dare to say anything, one lowered his head and the other fell to the ground.His eyes moved from the spring grass to the food box placed aside, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he said in a low voice, "Come in."

The maidservants all heaved a sigh of relief, Chuncao got up, took the food box and moved into the door with small steps, and knelt down to salute again, while Lichun carefully put down the bamboo curtain, and the room suddenly became quiet.

A vague fragrance spread out faintly. Zhao Chen's facial features were sensitive and he could smell it immediately. What kind of sachet, or the embroidered shoes hidden under the skirt is what kind of pattern.

He doesn't like incense, but Chuncao is not his handmaiden, it's normal if he doesn't know this, so he doesn't bother to say anything at the moment.

"What kind of soup does Fan's make?" He asked casually.

Chuncao's face was reddish, and she said calmly: "The sheep's hoof soup that the lady made for Dalang alone has skimmed off the oil foam to warm up the body and nourish the stomach, and the other bowl is lotus leaf drink for the gentleman. Take the lotus leaf Tea and hawthorn are boiled together to relieve summer heat."

Zhao Chen nodded, motioning for her to take out the soup.

Chuncao hurriedly lifted the lid of the food box, and carefully brought out the bowl from the upper layer. After the lotus leaf drink was chilled, a few wisps of cold air floated on the edge of the bowl, and there was a hint of sweet and greasy aroma in it, which was not very obvious, but It cannot be ignored.

Zhao Chen looked at the woman approaching him, and as she approached, the fragrance became stronger, which made him a little annoyed, so he put down the book, stretched out his hand and pulled the skirt of the pajamas a little, revealing his strong chest.

Chuncao's heart beat a little faster, the red glow spread all the way behind her ears, and even the hand holding the bowl trembled.

Since she married into the mansion with her wife, this was the first time that she was so close to the male master.In the past, Li Qiu and the others were the ones who served the general closely, but none of them were employed by the general. Although Chuncao envied her, she was not jealous.

But at this time, she was already a little soft-handed, thinking that if her thoughts succeeded, in the future, no matter whether it was a heroic gentleman or a rich and powerful man, she would be at her fingertips.

When she made up her mind, she lowered her body slightly, her breasts were half exposed, and her skin was more radiant than snow.

When a woman tries to seduce, a man is usually quick to recognize it.

Zhao Chen is young and handsome, with a high position and authority. Since he was in his early teens, he has always been surrounded by women who recommend himself.He took the bowl of lotus leaf drink, but Chuncao didn't let go immediately, but clung to him softly, her plump body pressed against his arm, and the fragrance became more and more intense.

"Master..." Chuncao raised her head and looked at him with moist eyes.

Strictly speaking, what she said was not out of line, because Fan's dowry maid belonged to Zhao Chen, but he could become his concubine whenever he wanted.So in Chuncao's eyes, whether Fan is willing or not, Zhao Chen is her husband.

I don't know if it was because of the hot weather this night, Zhao Chen felt very hot, and he didn't hesitate in the face of Chuncao's initiative.It's better than taking a cold shower to relieve it.

He smiled, put the lotus leaf drink aside, and said, "Come here."

Chuncao was almost trembling with excitement, she succeeded!

She tried her best to calm herself down, moved to the side of Hu's bed, reached out and gently lifted Zhao Chen's pajamas, gently caressed his firm belly with her soft hands, and then bowed her head...

Zhao Chen didn't plan to use spring grass at this time, but just planned to make a quick decision.The only thing he didn't expect was that Zhao Yuan, who was sleeping soundly in the inner room, would wake up at this very moment.