In a restaurant next to Royal Street, Wei Jinyu came in with a box in his arms. Zhen Zhidao, who was waiting, waved to him and motioned for him to come over.
"Old Wei, why did you come just now?"
Zhen Zhidao asked Wei Jinyu, who was sweating profusely, for a bowl of bayberry thirsty water, while he slowly drank his own sugar cane juice.
Yang Yi didn't even look at Wei Jinyu. He frowned and didn't know why he was worried.
"Hurry up and drink, it's almost noon, it'll be too late if you don't go!"
Zhen Zhidao urged Wei Jinyu, and Wei Jinyu drank half the bowl in one breath. He raised his head and looked at Yang Yi, feeling very proud and confused.
Her fingers were as slender as spring onions, and her smooth skin made her look delicate and charming. The beauty as beautiful as snow made him fascinated.
Wei Jinyu was sweating profusely. He picked up the starter and drank most of it in one breath.
"It's not because my father was at home and he forced me to study. Later, I said I was going to Duke Ji's mansion, and he let me go!"
Wei Jinyu's father, Wei Liaoweng, was born in the Wei Gao family in Pujiang, Sichuan. He was from a famous family and had a strict upbringing, but Wei Jinyu was still a playboy.
Wei Liaoweng and Zhen Dexiu were born together in the Chunxi year, and were promoted to Jinshi together in the Qingyuan year. They were like-minded and well-known throughout the country. Although Wei Liaoweng's reputation is slightly lower than Zhen Dexiu's, his academic achievements are higher than Zhen Dexiu's.
The two were close friends, and the children of the two families were also close. Wei Jinyu and Zhen Zhidao were close in age, both were straight-tempered, and had a good relationship.
"Your father is really strict with you. Unlike my father, who is either busy giving lectures or writing about his experiences all day long. As long as I don't get into big trouble, he won't even look at me."
Zhenzhidao chuckled and couldn't help but yawned.
His father, Zhen Dexiu, was a master of Neo-Confucianism. He worked all day long and went out to give lectures. Recently, I have been busy with his Neo-Confucian masterpiece "Extensions of the Great Learning", so I can't think about Zhen Zhidao.
Wei Jinyu watched Yang Yi furrow her brows and remain silent. He suddenly remembered that she was distant from him, and felt uncomfortable again.
For Yang Yi, she was a little tired of spending all her time among the powerful and romantic scholars in Lin'an City, participating in various poetry and lyrics gatherings.
She is beautiful and talented, with good family background and wealth. She is God's favorite and is used to the flattery and praise of others. And these are the capital that she feels proud of.
But when her pride came in front of Zhao Hong, it was shattered into pieces and seemed worthless.
In terms of talent and family background, the other person seemed to surpass me. Especially her talent made her self-confidence disappear.
Fortunately, she still has some confidence in her beauty. But even if her conditions were so superior, why didn't Zhao Hong surrender to his pomegranate skirt?
This was hard for her to tolerate, even very uncomfortable.
Is it rare for me to be the godmother of my unborn child?
Besides, she is still a widow.
"Please help me come up with an idea. Duke Ji Guo's child is about to be born. As my... godmother, what kind of gift should I give him?"
Yang Yi was confused and finally spoke.
If she thought about it any more, she felt like she would go crazy.
"Godmother?"
Wei Jinyu asked in surprise, a smile appeared on his face again.
It turned out that Yang Yi was not indifferent to him, but was worried about buying gifts.
"For a newborn child, of course, a longevity bracelet or the like, with the words you want engraved on it, such as longevity, longevity and wealth. Wouldn't that be great?"
Zhen Shidao said thoughtfully.
"I took some medicinal materials, which were given to my father as a reward from the government. Think about it, a pregnant woman has just given birth and her vitality is greatly weakened. What she needs most is to take good care of herself. These medicinal materials are just what you need, and you can't buy them. !”
Wei Jinyu pointed to the wooden box he brought.
"I took it to give away, what do you do?"
Yang Yi asked in surprise. She opened the wooden box, and the smell was fragrant. It was indeed deer antlers and ginseng.
"Wouldn't it be better to just say that we sent it together?"
Wei Jinyu asked tentatively.
In fact, his father Wei Liaoweng asked him to give it to him, and he couldn't make the decision himself.
"That's not okay!"
Yang Yi shook his head and finally said:
"You two come together for me, and I'll go to "Qin Lou" to buy a pair of gold bracelets or a longevity lock. No matter what, I can't remain silent."
"Yang Yi, these are 30 strings. You take them first, you only have so many on you."
Sister Wei Jinyu secretly gave this to him. The eldest sister of the Wei family married into a well-known family in Sichuan. An Gongxing, the second son of the former Sichuan envoy An Bing and the transfer envoy of Tongchuanfu Road, had a rich family and did not care about this little money.
"Thanks, Old Wei!"
Yang Yi stood up and finally smiled.
"Let's go and buy gifts with me, don't delay!"
The three of them stood up and left. Zhen Zhidao secretly despised Wei Jin's foolish and servile appearance.
Wei Jinyu was fascinated by Yang Yi, but it was a pity that Yang Yi looked down on Wei Jinyu, maybe he was just using him. The one who was injured in the end was probably Wei Jinyu himself.
It seems that I need to find an opportunity to persuade Wei Jinyu.
Zhao Hong rushed back to the Duke's Mansion, where Zhou Xiuniang had already started giving birth in the room. He had to wait anxiously outside the door with Zhou Ping and others.
Outside the door, Zhou Xiu Niang's painful screams came. Zhao Hong was frightened and silently prayed in his heart, hoping that God would bless Zhou Xiu Niang and allow Zhou Xiu Niang to give birth to the baby smoothly.
Historically, children died within a few months, perhaps due to congenital deficiencies. This kind of thing can't happen again in this life.
He also knew that this child was his and not his. However, the joy and anxiety of becoming a father still filled his body.
"Stop walking around, it will make you dizzy!"
Seeing Zhou Ping pacing, Zhao Hong warned his brother-in-law.
"Your Highness, do you think this child is a boy or a girl?"
Zhou Ping chuckled and slowed down his steps.
"No need to ask, it must be a boy!"
Zhao Hong said something leisurely, with Wu Dalang's light shining in his eyes.
What history has proven long ago is absolutely correct.
Thinking of the child's death in history, Zhao Hong looked serious and seriously warned his brother-in-law who was responsible for the security of the house.
"Brother, when the child is born, people with ulterior motives are watching. You have to be careful! Besides, the officials let me promote the Imperial City Secretary. It seems that things have finally turned around!"
"Okay, okay! Finally got the game back!"
Zhou Ping felt happy and nodded heavily.
It was his duty as an uncle to protect his nephew. Zhao Hong took a big step forward by promoting the Imperial City Secretary to be responsible for the imperial guards in the palace.
Zhou Ping quickly calmed down and took matters seriously.
"The most important thing now is that Xiuniang gave birth to a boy smoothly, and the mother and child are safe."
As soon as Zhou Ping finished speaking, the midwife inside shouted loudly, full of joy.
"It's born, it's born! It's a boy. Mother and child are safe!"
Then, the baby's loud cry came, and finally it came to fruition. Zhou Xiuniang gave birth to a child, a boy.
"Congratulations, Your Highness!"
Zhou Ping, Zhou Da and others saluted together. Everyone was smiling and congratulating Zhao Hong.
"Joining the joy! Rejoicing together!"
Zhao Hong calmed down and returned the gift.
"Your Highness, you are truly a prophet. Awesome, awesome!"
Zhou Da sincerely complimented Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong can calculate whether a boy or a girl is born. Zhao Hong is really a genius.
"Zhou Da, you have such a sweet mouth! I'm going to give you a red envelope soon!"
Zhou Damei smiled broadly and thanked him repeatedly.
The child was held in his arms, a big fat boy with a big head and a big head. Zhao Hong could not see any sign that the child had died.
"Ms. sir, do you want to give our child a name?"
Zhou Xiuniang's happy and weak voice sounded, pulling Zhao Hong out of his meditation.
"Xiu Niang, this is the emperor's grandson. You have to ask the official what he means."
Zhou Ping's words made Zhao Hong nodded slightly.
You can imagine the excitement and excitement in Zhao Kuo's heart when he gave birth to an imperial grandson because the royal family had few heirs.
"The baby is born! Let me see it quickly!"
Yang Yi and Wei Jinyu came in. Yang Yi saw the newborn baby, and in full view of everyone, he bravely approached it.
"I was so busy that I even forgot to inform you, my godmother!"
Zhao Hong laughed and handed the child to Yang Yi, whose face was red.
Yang Yi took the baby and the baby suddenly started crying. Her hands softened and the baby almost fell to the ground.
Zhou's mother had quick eyesight and quick hands, so she quickly carried her grandson over.
"Zhen Yanei, Wei Yanei, you are here too. Thank you, thank you very much!"
Zhao Hong thanked Zhen Zhidao and Zhen Zhidao with a smile on his face.
Everyone was happy and secretly admired.
The child was about to be born before he told everyone that Zhao Hong had hidden it deeply enough.
"Your Highness, congratulations! The imperial doctor is here and will take care of my wife! The officials have said that if the emperor's grandson is healthy, he will be carried into the palace and let him see!"
The little eunuch came in and said happily.
"Father, later on, I will take the emperor and grandson into the palace to meet with the officials!"
Zhao Hong had no choice but to hit the snake with a stick and did not dare to delay.
As a prince, this is really not something he can decide, which shows Zhao Kuo's urgent mood.
However, having an imperial grandson would bring many benefits to him and the people around him.
"Your Highness, let me enter the palace with you!"
Yang Yi blushed and said impatiently.
Wei Jinyu's face immediately darkened.
Zhao Hong nodded. He could not imagine what these people were thinking. He had so many things on his mind.
The smooth birth of the emperor's grandson is definitely a blessing, and it may affect his future!
Although he knew that this child had nothing to do with him.
I just don't know how his opponents will think about and respond?
Lin'an City, Xiuyifang, Zhangjia.
In the hot summer, under the camphor tree in the courtyard, Zhang San, Zhang Zhengsi and his brother Zhang Er were sitting around a small wooden table, drinking crude tea and talking.
"Third brother, I've always wanted to ask you. Where does all the money you have come from?"
My younger brother is a prodigal son. He goes out to do less work but has no shortage of money. I wonder if he will return to his old career.
However, according to his wife's dedicated private "investigation", it turned out that apart from studying, his younger brother was struggling to work hard and rarely left the house, let alone correct his evil ways.
"Don't worry, second brother. You will understand some things later."
Zhang San laughed and raised his tea cup.
"Second brother, drink tea!"
Without Zhao Hong's instructions, he could only lie dormant.
As for the expenses, Zhao Hong sent people to deliver them twice, which was enough for the daily expenses of him and a few caring brothers.
Zhang Er nodded as if he understood. His brother didn't say whether he had taken refuge with Zhao Hong, and he didn't ask.
As long as he doesn't mess around, he completely trusts his brother.
"His Royal Highness is famous now! His articles are all over the tabloids, and his books are selling well. Do you know?"
Zhang Er was testing his younger brother intentionally or unintentionally.
Smelting iron and gunpowder was a major matter for the imperial court. Only officials in the court knew about it, and it was difficult for ordinary people to know about it. But the poems and articles are free of scruples and are known to everyone.
"Your Highness is a great talent and will surely become a wise king in the future!"
Zhang San nodded, noncommittal.
"Tian Dalang lost his official position, and I don't know why. Do you know?"
Zhang Erxin put down most of it. His brother said this about Zhao Hong, and he was not short of money, so he could guess it.
"It's too hot, so I didn't go out for a walk. But I haven't seen Tian Dalang in the past few days. I don't know if something happened?"
Zhang San also asked suspiciously.
He flipped through the tabloid in his hand, but there seemed to be nothing special.
"Behind Tian Dalang is Duke Ji Guo. Who dares to touch him? Maybe it's because he offended a traitor..."
Before Zhang could finish his words, the door was knocked open, and several officials carrying knives came in aggressively. When the round-faced official in charge saw Zhang San, he immediately pointed at him and asked loudly:
"Zhang San, are you responsible for those tabloids on the street that confuse right and wrong?"
Before the three brothers Zhang could speak, Zaoli waved his fat hand, and all the Zaoli came into the room one after another and started rummaging through the boxes and cabinets.
Zhang Er wanted to stop him, but was held back by Zhang San.
"Bantou Li, I read and write at home every day. I never go out. My neighbors are all witnesses."
Zhang Ersan spoke calmly.
"Exactly! Captain Li, you can't wrongly accuse a good person!"
Zhang Er started singing a song.
"Class leader, there's nothing!"
"No!"
The officials came out and reported to Team Leader Li one after another.
"Zhang San, remember! Don't cause trouble, and don't let anything happen to me!"
After Captain Li finished his instructions, he waved his fat hand.
"Let's go! Next one!"
"Wait a minute! Captain Li, what's going on?"
Zhang San went over and stuffed two banknotes into Bantou Li's fat hands.
"It's not like the tabloids are slandering Prime Minister Shi and Prince Yi's heir. Prime Minister Shi and the prince are incompatible with each other. You and I go back and forth at the top, making it difficult for us who are running errands."
Captain Li put the money away and was about to leave, but stopped.
"Calm down recently and don't cause trouble. Duke Ji Guo has a good reputation, and now he has an imperial grandson to protect him. He and the Prime Minister..."
Bantou Li went out and left. Zhang Er closed the door and asked his brother who was meditating in the courtyard:
"Third brother, what did Fatty Li say?"
"It's nothing. Duke Ji Guo has a grandson of the Song Dynasty Emperor, and Shi Miyuan just asked people to check the tabloids."
Zhang San said in a deep voice. He thought for a moment and suddenly said:
"Second brother, I'm going to..."
"Third brother, second brother, why are those guys here again?"
Wang Gui and Du Erfeng pushed the door open and came in, interrupting Zhang San's words.
"You came just in time, I was going to find you!"
Zhang San pulled Wang Gui and Du Er, turned around and entered his room, closing the door.
Zhang Er looked at his brother's house and sat down on a chair in the courtyard. He picked up a cup of crude tea and drank it slowly with a long look.
He didn't know why, but the thought that a storm was about to come suddenly came to his mind.
