“Crisis, and in danger there is opportunity.”
Zhao Ping looked at his mother and aunt and replied calmly, "Xixian is the northern gate of Sichuan. If Xixian is lost, the whole of Sichuan will become the back garden of the barbarians. The barbarians can come and leave as they please."
Mother and aunt looked at each other, expecting Zhao Ping to continue.
"No matter how jealous the imperial court is, it has to worry about this." Zhao Ping took a sip of tea and said, "As long as Ping'er protects Xi County for the imperial court, the imperial court will not do anything to Ping'er, but will give great comfort to him."
My mother and aunt also drank tea gently and finally felt relieved.
"Will the court still be suspicious of you?" My aunt thought for a while and asked with a frown.
Zhao Ping shook his head and sighed: "The court will always be suspicious of Ping'er, unless Ping'er disappears in the Song Dynasty."
"Ping'er, if you hand over the security team and Zhaojiazhuang, wouldn't it be okay to become a rich man wholeheartedly?" My aunt's face was pale, and she almost dropped the tea cup in her hand, and hurriedly put it on the coffee table.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly: "With Ping'er's ability, he can recreate a security group and a Zhaojiazhuang at any time. Someone in the court will not fail to see this."
Mother and aunt looked at each other, Zhao Ping was not lying.
It was in his hands that Zhaojiazhuang quickly went from almost bankruptcy to the richest village in the world.
"So even if Ping'er wants to go back to the past, it will never be possible?" My aunt patted her chest nervously and asked with a frown?
She just wanted to be promoted as an official and to be a royal wife. She didn't expect to be involved in such a dangerous officialdom.
Zhao Ping nodded, still smiling bitterly: "Ping'er also wants to go back to the past, but will the court agree?"
"When things have come to this point, what should Ping'er do?" The aunt wrung her hands together, extremely nervous.
Zhao Ping pointed to the northeast and said calmly: "The answer lies above Xi County."
"But there are 500,000 Hu troops in Xi County, and Xi County is isolated outside the Sichuan River. The road to Shu is difficult to reach the sky. How can we transport grain and fodder? Ping'er, can you hold on?" My aunt was still wringing her hands. Together, we are still nervous.
Zhao Ping glanced at his aunt, knowing her worries, and said: "The security group has never lost a battle. Although there are not as many people as the Hu people, their weapons are superior to the Hu people, and they have a geographical advantage. They have already stood in an invincible position."
All Zhao Ping said were his own advantages, just to reassure his mother and aunt.
But my mother was not that fooling around. She always felt that Zhao Ping had not finished what he said.
"Since the imperial court is suspicious, how can they be so kind? They really want the security team to fight to the death with the barbarians, and it would be best to die together." She thought for a while, looked at Zhao Ping and asked, "Ping'er, have you ever thought about it?"
After all, Zhao Ping is her son and her only son, so how can she not care.
My mother was always concerned about him and unknowingly thought about issues related to Zhao Ping.
Now that my mother thought about it carefully, she couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. The security team looked majestic on the surface, but in fact it was extremely dangerous.
Although my mother is a woman, she has seen the world, which is better than her aunt.
When my aunt heard this, she couldn't help but be stunned and hurriedly covered her mouth.
Since his mother has already seen it, Zhao Ping cannot hide it.
"Mother, although it seems dangerous, it is a great opportunity for the security group to rise. This battle is the foundation battle of the security group. After this battle is won, although the court is wary, it does not dare to do anything to Ping'er. "Zhao Ping avoids the truth and paints a bright prospect.
My mother stared at Zhao Ping closely and asked, "Ping'er, you still haven't answered my mother's question."
"Mother, these Ping'ers have already considered this. Now everything is ready in Xi County, all we need is the east wind. Ping'er is going this time to improve morale. I hope mother agrees." Zhao Ping looked at his mother and pleaded.
Mother and aunt looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh.
It would be best for Zhao Ping not to go, but it seems that under the current situation, it is best for him, a little saint, to go.
But when Zhao Ping left, he also faced danger.
This is the battlefield, and the battlefield does not take care of you just because you are a little saint.
My mother thought about it, her eyes turned red, and she said, "Ping'er, if you have to go there, you must be careful. If you encounter any danger, you must ensure your safety."
"Ping'er, it's okay without the security team, and it's okay without Zhaojiazhuang, but we must not be without you." My aunt also wiped her tears and said to Zhao Ping with red eyes: "You said this yourself."
"Of course I know about this," Zhao Ping replied respectfully.
"Master Zhang, where are the camp leaders, and camp leaders Liu? Tell them to come in immediately." Mother said lightly to a maid who was with her.
Soon, Zhang Si, the chief bookkeeper of Zhaojiazhuang, Zhonghua, the leader of the Xizuo camp, and Liu Xianhong, the leader of the Jinbing camp, joined forces.
The three of them came to the living room and bowed respectfully: "I have met the mistress."
"Ping'er is going to Xixian County. You must first ensure his safety without missing a trace." My mother looked at the three of them coldly and her tone was extremely stern.
My mother has been in a high position for a long time, so she naturally has a strong aura.
The three of them were shocked, as the mistress rarely summoned them.
It is obviously an important matter to gather them together now, and it is a very important matter.
In fact, the three of them did not agree with Zhao Ping going to Xi County, but Xi County has now reached a very critical moment.
The only thing they have to do now is to ensure that Zhao Pingping goes away safely and comes back safely.
The three of them bowed their hands to their mother and said solemnly: "To report to the mistress, no matter what the cost, I will ensure that the little saint returns safely, even if I throw my life and blood."
The three of them took the order, said goodbye and went out to make preparations.
My mother nodded, suddenly looked at her and asked, "Where's Cuizhu? Why don't you see anyone?"
"I'm not so angry with you." Zhao Ping couldn't help thinking with a wry smile when he heard Cuizhu leave crying sadly, but couldn't say it out loud.
Cuizhu is not only Zhao Ping's personal maid, but also has another identity, that is, the leader of the nurse camp.
It's impossible for him to go to Xixian County without taking care of him. Of course, the best thing to take care of is his personal maid Cuizhu.
Mother thought for a while and shouted to Danmo: "Go and call Cuizhu."
Danmo agreed and headed towards Zhao Ping's small courtyard.
Zhaojiazhuang in Jintang County is quite large and can even be said to be very luxurious.
The entire Zhuangzi covers an area of dozens of acres, surrounded by green trees and bamboos, with red, yellow and white flowers blooming occasionally.
There are not only zigzag railings, pavilions and pavilions, but also small lakes, streams and hills.
A stream surrounds and passes through the middle of Zhuangzi; there are green pines and cypresses on the hill, and there is a pavilion and pagoda from which you can view the entire Zhuangzi.
Below the hill is a small lake, about ten acres, connected by a corridor.
The entire Zhuangzi is like a complete garden, full of responsibility and aura, and no one dislikes it.
As the owner, Zhao Ping has a separate courtyard with a study room, piano room, bedroom, maid room, small living room, small kitchen, etc., as well as a gym.
Naturally, my mother was in a courtyard next to Zhao Ping, which also had a study room, bedroom, piano room, maid room, small living room, small kitchen, weaving room, etc.
It can be said that just a room in the courtyard of Zhao Ping and his mother can fully meet the needs of a family.
The room that Dan Mo wanted to go to was the maid's room next to Zhao Ping's bedroom. Cuizhu was a personal maid, so she naturally lived here.
"Sister, Cuizhu may not be able to come out." When my aunt saw Danmo going out, she thought about it and said to her mother.
My mother couldn't help but be stunned. She didn't think for a moment: "She is Zhao Ping's personal maid, why doesn't she come?"
"Pfft," my aunt couldn't help laughing and explained, "In the past, she might have come, but she may not come today."
After her aunt finished speaking, she winked at her mother.
My mother suddenly realized that the problem was her own.
It would be fine if Cuizhu was an ordinary maid, but she was Zhao Ping's personal maid.
Not only were she and Zhao Ping childhood sweethearts, but they also grew up in Zhaojiazhuang. Her mother raised her as Zhao Ping's wife from an early age.
Not only did she have a lifelong relationship with Zhao Ping, but her mother also approved of it.
Apparently, Cuizhu couldn't bear it when she heard that Zhao Ping was going to get married and her status was seriously threatened.
No matter how favored Cuizhu is by Zhao Ping, she is also a concubine.
But the woman whose mother proposed marriage to Zhao Ping was his wife, the future mistress of Zhaojiazhuang.
The mistress has so much power that she can even drive her concubine away from her home.
Of course, Zhao Ping will not know it when he is alive, and it is difficult to say whether Zhao Ping will die.
Not only does she have control over Zhaojiazhuang's property, she even has control over Zhao Ping's children.
The mother of Zhao Ping and Cuizhu's children is his wife, not Cuizhu. Cuizhu is just the aunt of his children.
This was not only recognized by the people of the Song Dynasty, but also by the government, and the same was true for the imperial palace.
Not only was the concubine's identity so low-profile in the eyes of the world, but the concubine born of the concubine was not even qualified to bury his biological mother.
In the past, Zhao Ping had no wife. Wang Jiuniang, Zhang Xiaoniang, Xi Lingzhu, and Yumo Huaniang's family had great prospects, but they could not threaten Cuizhu.
But Zhao Ping, the future wife, really makes Cuizhu feel threatened by the future.
The aunt looked at Zhao Ping with a sad expression and said to Zhao Ping: "Cuizhu only has you in her heart. You are the best person to persuade her."
In the past, my aunt would never have been like this. After all, she felt that Cuizhu was the biggest threat to her.
Now it seems that Cuizhu is far more pitiful than her daughter. Without the warmth of her parents and family, she grew up alone in her master's house.
Growing up in such an environment, Cuizhu had a sense of inferiority and loneliness since she was a child, and was far more fragile and sensitive than women of the same age.
Zhao Ping is everything to her and the support of her soul.
Although there were other women sharing Zhao Ping before, they did not feel threatened deep inside.
The woman Zhao Ping said he was kissing was the future head of the family, which obviously frightened her.
In Zhaojiazhuang, the only one who can talk to Cuizhu is Zhao Ping, besides her mother.
How can I persuade him? It's hard for an upright official to stop family affairs, Zhao Ping couldn't help but think in his heart.
"Ping'er, go try it." Zhao Ping walked towards his small courtyard with a wry smile.
As soon as I arrived at my small courtyard, I met Lan'er, who was six or seven years old. Behind her was Xia He, a young lady who was three or four years old.
Lan'er seems to be in a bad mood today, her face has lost its luster and smile, and there are tears on her face.
She raised her head and looked at Zhao Ping pitifully: "Xiao Langjun, did you hear that the slave family is going to be driven away?"
She shed tears as she spoke. Like Cuizhu, she was an orphan and was extremely sensitive.
Xia He didn't speak, but looked at Zhao Ping with a small face, sobbing uncontrollably.
Next door to Zhao Ping's courtyard was his mother's courtyard. He saw figures moving at the Moon Gate, and it was obvious that someone was eavesdropping.
Zhao Ping didn't understand the concerns of Jiang Ying and others. He stepped forward and hugged Xia He, holding Lan'er on his left side.
"No one will drive you away, Zhaojiazhuang will always be your home." Zhao Ping said to the two of them with a smile.
Xia He hugged Zhao Ping tightly at this time, fearing that Zhao Ping would abandon her.
She almost starved to death, her husband was starved to death.
Zhao Ping kissed her and gave Xia He a candy. Xia He finally broke down in tears and smiled.
Zhao Ping also gave Lan'er a piece of candy and bowed his head to kiss her.
Zhao Ping took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears of Xia He and Lan'er.
Lan'er did not eat the candy, but looked up at Zhao Ping and asked: "Xiao Langjun, do you still have the monthly payment for the slave family? Will it be less?"
"Of course there is, there will always be, it will only increase, not decrease." Zhao Ping knew their worries and gave them a firm promise.
But Lan'er hadn't finished speaking yet. She continued to ask: "Will the slave family still live in the original place? They won't move, right?"
She and Xia He also have a separate room and are taken care of by servants.
She was too sensitive and was afraid of losing everything in front of her, so she had to ask clearly.
"Of course we won't move. Don't worry, everything will be the same as before." Zhao Ping looked at his mother's courtyard and simply finished his sentence.
He said this not only to Lan'er, but also to Jiang Ying and the others, with a loud voice.
Lan'er was finally happy, with a smile on her face, and kissed Zhao Ping on the face, saying, "Young Master is so kind!"
Zhao Ping came outside Cuizhu's room and heard someone sobbing.
"Cui Zhu, Cuizhu, open the door, open the door." He knocked on the door gently and said kindly.
But he shouted more than a dozen times, but no one answered.
