The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

Master Zhao is a person who does what he says. He said he was going to Anyuanhou Mansion, so he must go. It's that after hearing the decision of her master, Mother Cao felt powerless and helpless. The master was determined, how would she persuade her? Moreover, Mother Cao still feels distressed for Zhao Lingyun, because Jiang's family is unlikely to nod their heads and agree to this marriage!

"Master, I went to see the Yu family today. My old sister came out of the palace, she..."

"Should I go early tomorrow or later?" Zhao Lingyun didn't listen to Grandma Cao at all, and said to herself: "The old man should have more rest, or I should go later."

Madam Cao tried to interrupt several times but was unsuccessful. Listening to Zhao Lingyun's words, it was as if he would go to Anyuanhou's Mansion tomorrow, and the second lady of the Jiang family would be able to get married. Madam Cao really had no choice but to remind Zhao Lingyun: "Master, what kind of gift will you bring to Jiang's door tomorrow?"

Don't worry about what you are doing, go to someone's house, you can't bring some gifts?

"Ah, yes," Zhao Lingyun patted his forehead and said: "Yes, there are gifts, mother, what kind of gifts should I give?"

If you come to ask for a marriage, it must not be a small gift. Madam Cao said: "Naturally, it is expensive, and it is best to be liked by the old lady and the old lady."

Zhao Lingyun sat and thought for a while, with a certain expression on his face: "Old Mrs. Jiang likes farming." On this matter, Jiangyu Jiangxian would not talk nonsense to him.

Sister Cao: "So what does the master want to give him?"

Zhao Lingyun: "If you are farming, a better hoe, what do you think of Mother?"

Mother Cao: "..."

"If you give the first cow, how many acres of land does Mrs. Jiang have planted? Would it be too much if you give the first cow?" Mr. Zhao said again.

Do you still want to send a cow? The expression on Mother Cao’s face is simply indescribable. Isn't she a fool? Being a nanny, and watching Zhao Lingyun grow up, she never felt that there was something wrong with her master, but today Mother Cao had a disrespectful suspicion of Zhao Lingyun.

"I'll go to the store tomorrow," Zhao Lingyun said again at this time: "Look at what good things are, I'll buy it for the second lady."

Madam Cao kept her words hard to say, "How can I give the girl a gift if I'm not married? This is a private gift, master, you can't harm Ms. Jiang's family."

Zhao Lingyun stayed for a while, giving and receiving privately? so serious?

Madam Cao came out of the room dizzy, standing under the porch and blowing the wind for a while. Suddenly Madam Cao raised her head and looked at the courtyard wall on the left. That's the direction of the main courtyard. Grandma Cao doesn't blame anyone, she blames the old lady Zheng!

If it weren't for this uneasy and kindhearted person, could her master still be a bachelor today? If her master hadn't been bachelor until he was twenty years old, could her master know nothing? It's all Zheng's fault!

Mrs. Zheng, who was sitting in the main courtyard, choked without blowing a hair or drinking water, so she sat down and sneezed several times.

"Qiuwen, the master is back?" the old lady asked the maid beside her with a clear throat.

Qiu Wen said hurriedly: "It's been a while since the big master came back."

Mrs. Zheng is in her fifties, her face is old, her hair is gray, and her figure has become blessed. The words describing beauty can no longer be used in the old lady, but kind eyebrows and good eyes can be used.

It’s just an old woman who makes people look at me very kind. When mentioning her eldest son, her eyebrows were filled with anger, “He came back, so he didn’t come to me for a while, because I wanted to sit and wait. he?"

In the era of heavy filial piety, the younger generations of offspring had to tell the elders when they returned home, but this rule came to Zhao Lingyun, and it did not happen from time to time.

Qiu Wen didn't dare to take the conversation, and only lowered her head to add water to the old lady's teacup.

"Fine," Mrs. Zheng didn't use Qiuwen to say anything to her. After sighing, the old lady complained: "This debt collector, as long as it doesn't cause trouble, I'm thankful!"

Qiu Wen gently put the teapot down, muttering in her heart, what good is it for you thank God? Master, have you ever discussed with you before getting into trouble?

No matter how angry Mrs. Zheng was, or how the maid Qiuwen muttered in her heart, Zhao Lingyun hadn't come to the main courtyard that day. At noon on the second day, Mr. Zhao took a gourd and went straight to the horse market on the east side of the capital under the gaze of Madam Cao with a hard word.

"Master went out," at the main courtyard, the door ran over to tell Mrs. Zheng.

Mrs. Zheng was angry again, did you see it? The debt collector didn't even think about going out, so he wanted to come to her to speak!

"Master, is there a cattle seller in the horse market?" The owner of his own family can't remember the old lady. Naturally, the loyal gourd can't think of it, and the gourd is only worried that they will run in vain. Horse market, horse market, the name is the place where horses are sold, and horse market also sells cattle?

Zhao Lingyun: "Just go and see."

"Does Mrs. Jiang really like it?" Hulu asked again.

"He who likes farming, he doesn't like cows, he still likes..."

A walnut was thrown from the side of the road, right in the heart of Zhao Lingyun's forehead, "Who?!" Master Zhao, who had to stop halfway, hugged his head and looked viciously in the direction where the walnut was thrown. Who is not long-eyed daring to throw something on his head?

"Fu, Lord Fu," Calabash was originally going to go to the battle with his master, but after seeing the person picking up the walnuts and throwing Zhao Lingyun, Calabash quickly put away his fierceness and stammered.

Emperor Dongsheng’s second son, Fu Wang Zhao Lingchen, wears a melon hat with a big mole on his face, a big red robe, and bright green pants. He stands on the curb very coquettishly, looking at Zhao Lingyun. The corners of his mouth twitched, what kind of stuff is this? Dress yourself up like a big carrot?

"Zhao Da," Fu Wang waved his hand at his former student.

"Master, what do you want to do?" Hulu panicked.

Zhao Lingyun took a deep breath, and when he saw Lord Fu, he felt that the current sage was cursed by someone. The prince had two sons in total. The prince was very good, both civil and military, but he was a sick young man. He poured soup and medicine into his stomach all day long. Whether he could survive the Emperor Dongsheng, I really have to say two things. Next is the Fu Wangye. He looks good and his body is as strong as a calf, but all Da Yong people know that this brain is sick.

"Master, what do you do with a big mole on your face?" When he walked to Fu Wang, Zhao Lingyun pointed to Fu Wang's face. On your white and tender little face, you want to put a fingernail-sized mole on your face. For what?

Fu Wang: "This king is happy to see the hair on the mole? There are seven in total, are they exactly the same as the real mole?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Just be happy."

Don’t try to reason with people who have a brain disease. People with a brain disease can’t understand people.

King Fu looked at Zhao Lingyun up and down and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Go to the Malaysian market for a tour."

"Horse market," Fu Wang slapped his lips, and said, "The white horse that Zhao Lingxiao rode when he entered the palace today is pretty good."

When I went to the horse market by myself, why would Lord Fu talk to himself about Zhao Lingxiao riding a white horse? Zhao Lingyun stopped thinking about this question. "What is this fake fairy doing in the palace?" Lord Zhao asked.

Fu Wang: "Oh, he fell in love with the second girl of An Yuanhou, and took his mother into the palace to ask for an order."

Zhao Lingyun! !

gourd! !