Pleasing to the eye?
If there was a young lady who pleased the prince, the prince's harem would have been filled with concubines, and the emperor and ministers would not have to worry.
The emperor thought he was prevaricating again and suddenly had a headache, but when he heard that his son envied him and the queen, he felt suddenly happy.
"You... that's all. Let me listen to you first. If after the spring hunting, you can't choose a young lady that you like, at least in the autumn, I will definitely give you five concubines in the draft. Then you can shirk it. I will definitely I’ll punish you.”
The imperial concubine lowered her head with a slight smile on her lips.
Honesty and duty... isn't it the young lady from the Zhen family you are talking about?
She has never seen anyone more honest and responsible.
However, the emperor didn't mention the crown princess at all, and he was not in a hurry for the prince to marry a concubine. Could it be that he already had a candidate for the crown princess in mind?
Who is it?
The queen broke off a sour tangerine and carefully picked off the white silk on the tangerine. After hearing this, she stuffed the sour tangerine into the emperor's mouth and smiled angrily: "Your Majesty, today the prince wishes you a happy new year. Please pay special filial piety to each of us with one hundred thousand yuan." You can make us happy with two silver notes, but it would be better for you to scare him in turn. Don't say this!
Prince, my mother would like to congratulate you on getting rich first. Don’t be frightened by your father. Just marry whatever kind of little lady you like. If your father forces you, tell your mother and she will make the decision for you. "
The prince was convinced, moved a small plate of peeled melon seeds to the queen, and said with a smile: "The queen still loves her son, and the son thanked the queen!"
While the queen was twisting melon seeds and eating them, she motioned to the prince and the imperial concubine to look at the emperor's expression.
"You!" The emperor's face wrinkled up with soreness, and he smiled helplessly, looking at the queen with extremely doting eyes.
The imperial concubine covered her lips and smiled softly.
A room full of laughter and peace.
The prince lowered his eyes and continued peeling melon seeds with a smile.
He has little interest in women.
When he was thirteen years old and was first advised by a court official to take a concubine, he made a calculation.
A one-room concubine in the East Palace would spend at least tens of thousands of taels of money on food, clothing, housing and transportation throughout her life.
Tens of thousands taels are enough to build a road for the common people.
He took one less concubine and spent 10,000 taels less, which was a disguised form of building an extra road for the people.
The thought of spending tens of thousands of taels of silver on an unrelated woman made him feel sick. Even if he took it back and put it as a vase, he would not be willing to part with it.
Why?
His Wei Ji's money didn't come from the strong wind. He worked hard to make colored glaze and had to bear the reputation of being a merchant. Is it easy for him to get some money?
What the father and the ministers wanted to give him was not a beauty, but a gold-eating beast dressed in a beauty's skin!
Therefore, he doesn't even want Tongfang - when Tongfang is promoted in the future, will the monthly money increase? Will the cost of food and clothing increase?
As for Zhen Qingyin, she is different.
Zhen Qingyin has money of her own, and the endless money will be passed on to her son and daughter in the future, and she also has a big bee that can lay golden eggs.
He is 10,000 willing and 10,000 satisfied with marrying Zhen Qingyin.
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The Zhen family in Beijing was in a state of chaos at the moment.
Zhen Qingyin didn't know that someone else wanted to take her as a concubine, and even gave her a favor.
The system didn't know that on the way to Fu Rong Hall, Zhen Qingyin kept saying good things to the prince and praising him as a fairy hero.
Seeing Fu Rong Tang in front of him, the system cried and complained: "I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to meet a host like you!" Ahhhh, my host was afraid of being wiped out, so I actively followed the strategy strategy. When I got here, you chose the "passing by" script and actively tried to kill me. What evil have I done! 】
Fortunately, I met a magical male protagonist, otherwise they would have been doomed by now.
Zhen Qingyin entered Fulong Hall.
The system shuts up promptly.
If it makes any more noise now and affects the host to start a house fight, the host will be in even worse shape.
Speaking of which, what about the promised house fight?
The fight hadn't even lasted a few rounds, but the villain had already given up.
Alas, real food!
Even the system that only knows how to beep looks down on people like Zhen Qingyun and Aunt Zhang.
Zhen Qingyun and Aunt Zhang seem to be two hedgehogs, covered in thorns, making it difficult for people to start.
But a hedgehog is a hedgehog, let alone an iron stick. If the wooden stick is knocked down, the hedgehog will suffer.
When Shilang Zhen and Mrs. Chao Guogong took action, it was a dimensionality-reducing attack, using an iron rod plus a wooden rod. The two of them had no power to fight back.
Zhen Qingyin stepped into Fu Rong Hall.
The old lady doesn't want to see Zhen Qingyin, and Zhen Qingyin doesn't have a useful father like Zhen Yuanyuan. Her scumbag father is not only useless, but he also doesn't want to see her just like the old lady.
Therefore, the maids of Fu Rong Hall have always neither dared to neglect nor get close to her.
Occasionally someone close to him would end up like Du Ruo.
Shiliu stopped Zhen Qingyin outside the main hall and said in a low voice: "Girl, wait a minute, the old lady went to bed late last night and hasn't gotten up yet."
Zhen Qingyin heard faint sobs coming from inside, vaguely the voice of the old lady, and a low voice of comfort, which should be the voice of her second uncle, mixed with painful groans. Needless to say, it must be her scumbag father. the sound of.
The little maid is telling lies with her eyes open.
There was no trace of emotion on Zhen Qingyin's meek face. She responded, took two steps back, and stood on the porch, feeling the cold wind blowing.
Nan Xing moved over and blocked the wind with his body.
Zhen Qingyin held her cold hand, thinking about preparing more dowry for Nan Xing in the future.
She became rich overnight, and she had a lot of money, so she couldn't treat the people around her badly.
Nan Xing whispered: "Girl, don't feel bad. I have a rat skin jacket sewn inside my clothes, which keeps me warm."
After a while, Xiao Yin and Zhen Yuanyuan arrived.
The three of them stood together, blowing the cold wind and talking in low voices.
People in the house heard the noise, and Zhen Shilian quickly opened the curtain and came out. When he saw the three frozen people, he quickly greeted her distressedly: "Old lady, you're up. Come in quickly and warm yourself up in the conservatory."
The three of them entered the conservatory but did not see the old lady.
Zhen Shilian led them to the inner wing.
The old lady reclined on the big pillow.
Zhen Qingyin didn't see her scumbag father, so she wanted to catch him. She was afraid of seeing people, so she hid in the cubicle.
Zhen Qingyun came early and sat at the end of the bed, beating the old lady's legs. She was surprisingly quiet. But after seeing Zhen Qingyin and Zhen Yuanyuan, she sat up straight, as if he was a favored grandson and they were not welcome. The superior and arrogant look of the beloved girl movie.
Zhen Shilian said warmly: "The old lady drank wine yesterday and caught a cold. Her bones are not feeling well and she can't get up. Let's celebrate the New Year in the wing."
Zhen Qingyin and the others knelt down, kowtowed, and recited New Year's greetings, which were nothing more than peace, prosperity, prosperity, and longevity.
The three people combined, compared to last year's congratulatory speech, only changed one word.
When the old lady saw this, she knew that her daughter-in-law and granddaughters were not interested in her, and she felt really sad for a moment. None of the younger members of the family were truly filial, and they were all white-eyed wolves.
The tone was weary.
"Everyone, get up. You are interested. After paying New Year greetings, you will go back to your own courtyard to have breakfast. You don't have to eat with my wife. My second daughter-in-law, during the Chinese New Year this year, I have to do a lot of work for you, manage various houses, and receive guests. I will take care of Grandma Rong. I'll lend it to you and help you."
The eldest Yin family has been chanting Buddha all the year round. The old lady has naturally taken away the power of the housekeeper in recent years, and usually only assigns some thankless tasks to the younger Yin family.
Xiao Yin's eyebrows were lowered and she looked like she was working hard without complaining, but she secretly said back: "Old lady, you're welcome. Grandma Rong is here, so I can rest assured and recover from my illness."
The old lady was heartbroken and waved her hand: "Step back, I'm tired."
Zhen Qingyin quickly raised her eyes and glanced at the old lady.
