"She is glib. Has your wife, Mrs. Wu, been coaxed back by you?"
Mrs. Yu asked about her son's family affairs with concern.
Behind this Wu family is Yang Guizhi, Empress Yang. Does this stupid son know the pros and cons?
Seeing Yu's worry, Zhao Hong's face turned dark red.
As a faker, he always felt a little guilty, fearing that his flaws would be exposed accidentally.
"Not yet. Some people said they saw her in Jinling, and Hai'er has sent people to look for her. But she couldn't be found."
Zhao Hong replied with a guilty conscience.
All these things he learned from Li Tang and his servants. According to what everyone told him, his predecessor had indeed found a wife to go home to. However, after this guy's slutty moves and being accompanied by a beautiful woman, he knew that this guy wanted his wife to leave, so he definitely wasn't interested in her.
A good woman who ran away from home might already have green hair on her head, so Zhao Hong would definitely not look for her carefully.
"We must find it back! We must find it back!"
Mrs. Yu said eagerly, without any trace of the indifference she had when worshiping the Buddha.
The emperor of the Song Dynasty advocated Confucianism and Taoism, but the people were good at Buddhism, even the Prince Yi's Mansion was the same.
"Mom, don't worry about it. I will look for it carefully."
Zhao Hong comforted Mr. Yu with a guilty conscience.
The old man's concern for him was beyond words, which made him feel the same.
"You're so perfunctory, I won't look for you when you go back!"
Mrs. Yu patiently persuaded Zhao Hong.
"You don't know Yang Guizhi's skills yet. She wants you to be the prince, and you are the prince. She doesn't want you, and the official family has no choice. Don't you know the story of Prince Jingxian? She and Shi Miyuan are the same. Besides, do you still have a way to survive?"
Zhao Xun, the prince of Jingxian, was raised in the palace by Zhao Kuan, an official of the Song Dynasty, when he was six years old. When he was twelve years old, Zhao Xun was made a prince by Zhao Kuan and granted the title of King Rong. At the age of fourteen, Zhao Xun was established as the crown prince.
From prince to crown prince, it only took Zhao Xun two years. And Zhao Hong is already twenty years old. He has been a prince for three years, but he is still a prince, not even a prince.
The reason why Zhao Xun was promoted so quickly was because he got along well with Empress Yang Yang Guizhi, making the journey smooth.
It is worth mentioning that Zhao Kuo, an official of the Song Dynasty, had nine sons and one daughter, but none of them lived to adulthood. Queen Yang Guizhi also gave birth to two sons, both of whom died young.
When the concubine in the harem was still pregnant, Zhao Xun, who was still an adopted son at the time, was named the prince and then the prince. This was all the result of Yang Guizhi, the queen of the dynasty, adding fuel to the flames.
The biological sons were still pregnant, and the adopted son was named the prince. I wonder how Emperor Zhao Kuo felt at that time? How many square kilometers is the shadow area in your heart?
"Mom, don't worry, I can handle it myself."
Seeing Yu's anxiety, Zhao Hong responded quickly.
I have to say that at this moment, the love between mother and son is truly deep.
"You have a donkey temper. What can you do except play the piano and be lustful in your head?"
Mrs. Yu's face darkened, and she taught her son a lesson unceremoniously, just like any other ordinary woman.
"Mom, what can you do?"
Zhao Hong smiled bitterly, feeling a little hopeful.
Father, like son. As Princess Yi and a member of the royal family, the Yu family must know more about Yang Guizhi and Zhao Kuo than she does, and may have some ideas.
"These people are cruel and ruthless, and they are smarter than ghosts. What can I do about it? Mrs. Wu ran away from home, and there is probably no way to ease Yang Guizhi's situation. You have offended Shi Miyuan again. That traitor is so audacious. He has been Even Han Yuzhou dares to kill you, let alone you, a little prince!"
Mrs. Yu thought for a moment, looked at the door of the room, and lowered her voice.
"Mom, after much thought, you have to try to start from the official family. The official family seems to be weak. They cultivate Taoism and nourish their energy all day long. They are polite to Yang Guizhi and Shi Miyuan on the surface, but in fact they are very dissatisfied. Think about it, as a big official Emperor Song, who would have the heart to be a puppet for decades and be treated like a fool?"
Yu whispered in a low voice, and Zhao Hong was secretly frightened.
The masters are among the people. This stepmother of mine is sober in a rare world.
Yu practiced Buddhism and Zhao Kuo practiced Taoism. It seems that under the cloak of Buddhism and Taoism, both of them had restless hearts.
"Remember, one is to find the Wu family and improve the relationship between you and Yang Guizhi; the other is to do things well and try to please the officials."
Mrs. Yu whispered, her face serious.
"Kid, remember!"
Zhao Hong quickly agreed.
I wonder if Mrs. Yu told Zhao Hong these things in another time and space?
However, from Zhao Hong's point of view, even if Yu told this Zhao Hong, this fool probably wouldn't take it seriously.
"Tell mother, when will you go to Jinling to find Wu?"
Mr. Yu struck while the iron was hot and began to question Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong had a headache and quickly changed the topic.
"How have you been doing since the baby left?"
This guy Zhao Guicheng doesn't disrespect the elderly and loves the young, right?
"I knew you would change the subject, which is really annoying. There's nothing wrong with it. Such a big palace would be lively with more people."
Mrs. Yu shook her head helplessly, but her expression was peaceful.
"Just tell me when you will give me another grandson, and then my mother will feel relieved!"
Add another grandson?
What about his former son? Who was she born to?
"Son, don't worry about the past. There will be another one."
Zhao Hong was silent. Mrs. Yu thought he was sad because of the past, so she quickly tried to comfort him.
"Mom, don't worry, the baby knows!"
Zhao Hong smiled, and Mrs. Yu turned serious.
"You don't understand anything. It is difficult for the imperial family of the Song Dynasty to have heirs. If you want to be your prince, the prince, and the emperor of the Song Dynasty, you must have a grandson as soon as possible, a healthy grandson. Do you understand?"
A healthy grandson?
Where is the child who died two months after Emperor Zhao Kuo died?
Zhao Hong was in a daze for a moment. How many women does this person have?
People's eyes are sharp. There are all sensible people in the world, but Zhao Hong is the only one among them who is ignorant.
"Don't worry, Mom, you will be a grandma soon. The doctor said, it's a boy. However, you have to keep this matter a secret. Otherwise, some people with ulterior motives will do harm to your grandson."
In order to make the old man happy, Zhao Hong lowered his voice and spoke in Yu's ear seriously.
"Really?"
Yu was startled, then covered her mouth and laughed, unable to hide the joy in her eyes.
"Jun'er, are you talking about the Zhou family?"
Mrs. Yu's eyebrows danced with joy and she asked in a low voice. Zhao Hong was secretly frightened and nodded slightly, not forgetting his advice.
"Mom, there are too many bad people, remember to keep it a secret!"
"Keep it secret! Don't worry!"
Mrs. Yu said with a smile, and then gave serious instructions.
"My child, things will be much easier to handle this way. If you do things with kindness, the promotion officer at the Ordnance Institute had better do something good. When the time comes, my mother will go to the official's house and say something nice for you."
"An official? Mom, they all say that Shi Miyuan is monopolistic and the official is like a puppet. Is there any use in looking for an official?"
Zhao Hong said half-convinced and half-questioned.
Zhao Kuo, an official of the Great Song Dynasty, only practiced Taoism and nourished his energy all day long, and the court was controlled by Shi Miyuan and others. What can he do?
It turns out that his concubine is really pregnant, and calculating the time, she should be born in a few months.
"No matter how cowardly an official is, he is still the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and he has a group of loyal ministers around him. For your affairs, you have to open a gap with the official family. Do you understand?"
Mrs. Yu put on a serious face and explained her son's doubts.
"Mom, I got it, I got it!"
Zhao Hong nodded repeatedly, secretly admiring his "mother's" sophistication.
"Shut up!"
There was a cough outside the door, and the hands held by Zhao Hong and Yu immediately separated and each sat upright.
"Mr. Ji Guo, you didn't even notify me when you came, you missed your welcome from afar!"
Amidst the words, Zhao Guicheng, the heir of King Yi, strode in with a smile on his face.
"Mom, Duke Ji Guo is here, you must be happy!"
With a smile on his face, Zhao Guicheng stepped forward to greet Yu and Zhao Hong.
"Your Highness, you're welcome. I originally planned to find you after watching the princess, but I didn't expect you to come first!"
Zhao Hong laughed, stepped forward and took Zhao Guicheng's arm, which was extremely cordial.
This kid is a villain and treats him as "lonely" in front of him, competing with him overtly and covertly. If you say that this person doesn't want to be the emperor, only a ghost would believe it.
Also, this guy didn't even knock on the door when he came in. He was too impatient.
"Mr. Ji Guo, since you are here, please stay and have dinner together. You don't know, my mother misses you privately! Besides, you are a master of guqin, so I still want to ask you for advice!"
Zhao Guicheng was so enthusiastic that Zhao Hong couldn't help but smile.
How could this boy, a kind-hearted country boy, become so smooth and worldly in less than two years?
This big dye vat in Lin'an City can really harm countless people.
"Zhao Hong, didn't you say you still want to go find Wu? Don't waste your time. I have to recite sutras now, so I won't leave you alone."
Just as Zhao Hong was about to speak, Mrs. Yu already spoke hurriedly at the side.
"Okay, then I will personally escort His Highness out."
Zhao Guicheng was startled for a moment, then he took Zhao Hong's arm affectionately, said goodbye to Mrs. Yu, and left the Buddhist hall.
"Brother Guicheng, how are you doing recently? What are you doing?"
The two walked side by side, and Zhao Hong asked about this distant cousin with concern.
"It's nothing. I just want to practice calligraphy, write some poems, review old things and learn new things. It will make His Highness laugh."
Zhao Guicheng walked forward carelessly.
"Then you are much better than me. I drink and play the piano all day long, and occasionally compose poetry. My life is really boring!"
Zhao Hong was duplicitous and treated the other party perfunctorily.
"Mr. Ji Guo, didn't you get the job of being promoted to an official by the Ordnance Institute? I want to ask you, can you really make those firearms?"
Zhao Guicheng asked curiously.
"I said I couldn't do it, do you believe it?"
Zhao Hong smiled mysteriously and continued:
"Let's wait and see when the time comes. I hope I can gain something."
The two chatted for a while but didn't talk to each other, and they arrived at the door of the house unknowingly.
"Brother, this is..."
After stepping out of the mansion, Zhao Hong couldn't help but be startled when he saw the janitor lying on the ground beside the stone lion outside the door, groaning in pain. There was an iron chain around his neck, and he was tied to the stone lion like a dog.
"Your Highness, this guy doesn't know etiquette, is arrogant, and is always violent and rude. He really brings shame on the palace. I had his dog's legs broken, tied him to this stone lion, and warned Those servants who don’t know the right and wrong. Let’s see who dares to be arrogant in the future!”
Zhao Guicheng's young face was faintly covered with a layer of ferocity.
Zhao Hong said goodbye with a smile, sighing secretly in his heart.
This kid was indeed as bad as he imagined.
"Your Highness, this boy is hiding his words and has no good intentions. When he said "he uses violence at every turn", he was talking about me, and he was not giving you face!"
After leaving Prince Yi's Mansion, Li Tang said with a bitter face.
"The emperor's throne is beckoning to him, how can he give me face?"
Zhao Hong sneered and said softly.
None of these people were good, so he couldn't help but be cautious.
"Your Highness, now that we are done with the violence, where should we go?"
Li Tang asked angrily.
"Go to Dali Temple to remember my idol!"
Zhao Hong looked at the sky and strode forward.
"……Idol?"
Li Tang was stunned for a moment and quickly followed.
The fresh words in Zhao Hong's words made Li Tang secretly shake his head.
I wonder what kind of thing this so-called "idol" in Zhao Hong's mouth is?
