"Princess, don't you have a concubine?"
Qiuyue didn't expect that the princess seemed like a headless fly, so she reminded her.
The princess glanced at Qiuyue gratefully and came to Yan Guifei's room: "Mother, what should the child do now?"
Concubine Yan was childless, and Princess Rui was her adopted daughter, so she was called mother and daughter.
Seeing Princess Rui's anxious look, Concubine Yan couldn't help but smile: "Rui, your chance has come."
"My chance has come. Don't you understand?" Princess Rui opened her mouth so wide that she almost couldn't close it.
Concubine Yan tapped Princess Rui's forehead and smiled again: "Rui State, the officials asked Zhao Ping to come to the capital to reduce his military power. Isn't it what the officials want to see Zhao Ping become the consort of Rui State? Did you arrive?"
"However, Zhao Ping's surname is Zhao, and the child's surname is also Zhao. We cannot marry with the same surname." Princess Rui's heart was pounding and she almost jumped out of her chest.
But when he thought that Zhao Ping and he were both named Zhao, his face turned pale.
Concubine Yan chuckled: "Rui Guo, you are smart all your life, but you are confused for a while. What's so difficult about this? Let the officials give Zhao Ping the surname Yan, isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"
Concubine Yan asked Zhao Ping to change her surname to Yan, and of course she had her own little plans.
After Zhao Ping changed her surname to Yan, she was naturally considered a member of her natal family.
If your natal family doesn't help your natal family, why not help that one? You know, Zhaojiazhuang is as rich as the country.
"Mother, mother, baby, baby, but it's hard for the baby to speak." Princess Rui's face turned red, her slender hands entangled with each other, she lowered her head and stammered.
She has already had this idea, but it is a lifelong event for her and she certainly cannot propose it on her own.
Concubine Yan Guifei is her mother, so of course it was the best thing for her to propose.
Concubine Yan Guifei didn't know Princess Rui's little thoughts.
She chuckled again: "My mother has already made plans. My mother has already regarded Zhao Ping and not Yan Ping as her consort."
Seeing the playful smile on Concubine Yan's face, Princess Rui was very shy. She hurriedly covered her face, lifted up her skirt, and trotted all the way to the palace where she was.
When she arrived at her own palace, she simply lay down on the bed and covered her face with the quilt to prevent others from seeing her shy look.
At the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ding Daquan was discussing Zhao Ping's matter with Jia Sidao.
Suddenly his butler Ding Xiaoao came in and reported: "I am reporting to my husband that Zhao Ping has really come to the capital."
"Haha, haha." Ding Daquan couldn't help but stood up from his chair, with a ferocious smile on his face, "Zhao Ping, you dare to come to the capital, you are very brave."
"I thought Zhao Ping was looking for an excuse not to come to the capital, but I didn't expect him to come." Jia Si licked his dry lips, swallowed hard, and said with difficulty.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Ding Daquan's face: "Zhao Ping's son left his hometown in Sichuan and came to the capital to throw himself into a trap. Let's see how we can capture him and put him in a prison."
"My lord, Zhao Ping is famous all over the world, and he is a Jinshi. It will be extremely difficult to deal with him like he dealt with King E." Jia Sidao thought for a moment and reminded him hastily.
Although Jia Sidao was dissatisfied with Zhao Ping and felt that Zhao Ping had taken his credit, he was still the main militant faction.
Unlike Jia Sidao, Ding Daquan is a harmonious sect.
He now has another idea. He will wipe out the main war factions in the court, and then follow Qin Hui's example, using the barbarians to put pressure on the Song Dynasty and intimidate the officials, so as to achieve the goal of long-term control of the government.
You should know that Qin Hui not only controlled the government for more than ten years, but also worked directly from his own home when his official authority was at its highest.
Ding Daquan smiled jokingly at the corner of his mouth: "The key depends on the official's attitude."
"Zhao Ping has almost no shortcomings and has a world-famous literary name. Officials have to consider these." Jia Sidao shook his head and expressed his opinion.
Ding Daquan smiled slightly: "King E claimed to be loyal to his country, but in the end wasn't he executed on unfounded charges?"
"Xiangong, the court still has Xianggong Dong and others. This
I'm afraid it won't be easy to handle. "Jia Sidao was stunned and couldn't help but say.
Ding Daquan smiled lightly: "It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to God to make things happen."
At this time, Ding Daquan's housekeeper came in again and said, "Let me tell you, Mr. Yu, that bachelor Yu has also come to the capital."
"What Bachelor Yu?" Ding Daquan glared at his butler dissatisfied.
When the housekeeper saw his expression, he couldn't help but shrink his neck and said hurriedly: "It's Yu Yifu, the history of Sichuan Zhizhi."
"It turns out it's Yu Jie, an old man, and Zhao Ping's son is his grandson-in-law. It seems that he is standing up for his grandson-in-law." Jia Si couldn't help but smile coldly on his face.
"A nest of snakes and rats can be caught in one fell swoop." A cruel smile appeared on Ding Daquan's face.
Jia Sidao glanced at Ding Daquan, wondering where he got his confidence.
Jia Sidao thought for a while and felt that it was okay to just talk about these things, but he must not be the one who stood out.
After all, he is not even a prime minister. He is just jealous of Zhao Ping and has not yet reached the level of a life-or-death enemy.
Ding Daquan considered that unlike Jia Sidao, Lizong had begun to ignore government affairs.
If he wants to monopolize power, his real opponent is not the imperial court, but Zhao Ping, an out-and-out militant thug.
It was also the first time for Zhao Ping to come to the capital, and it was also the first time to come to the place where officials went to court.
This place is called Xuande Hall. Although it looks solemn and solemn, it is not big.
In Zhao Ping's eyes, it is not even as big as the Qinzheng Palace in Dali.
He glanced lightly and saw civil servants on the left and military ministers on the right.
Yu Jie is the Minister of the Ministry of War and a military minister, so he is on the right, one position below Jia Sidao.
After Zhao Ping came to the capital, Yu Jie introduced him to Dong Huai, Wu Qian, Hong Tianxi and others, so he naturally knew them, and many others did not.
As the eunuch announced that he was meeting Zhao Ping, all eyes fell on his face.
These people were curious and wanted to see what the man who defeated the barbarians and asked for peace and became famous all over the world looked like.
Ding Daquan and Jia Sidao focused their gazes on him, as if they wanted to see through his fakeness.
Even though Jia Sidao has a critical eye, he has to admit that Zhao Ping is a beautiful boy.
Although he is not tall, his eyes are as pure as water, his eyes are like paint, his face is like peach blossoms, and his lips are like red paint.
What's even more rare is that although Zhao Ping is young, he has a lot of bookish spirit.
Dong Songchen paid even more attention to Zhao Ping. When he saw Zhao Ping's appearance, he was shocked and his pupils could not help but shrink tightly. In the end, he never let go of Zhao Ping.
When Lizong saw Zhao Ping's appearance, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen a fake one somewhere.
Zhao Ping took out a pair of jade pendants and handed them over respectfully: "Guan, this is a jade pendant that is a family heirloom for me. Please take a look at it."
Dong Songchen stepped forward to take the jade pendant, his eyes widened, and his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.
His body was shaking, his hands were shaking, and he almost dropped the jade pendant.
Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and took the jade pendant with his other hand, so he didn't make a fool of himself on the spot.
Lizong glared at him with dissatisfaction. Two small jade pendants were so out of character.
But after he took over the jade pendant, he was not much better than Dong Songchen.
"Where did you get this jade pendant?" He looked at Zhao Ping with bright eyes and asked sharply.
Zhao Ping felt a little strange, wondering why the official's tone was so harsh.
His tone was calm and he replied respectfully: "I'm telling the officials that this is from Jiaqi to the humble minister."
"Zhao Ping, your mother gave it to you? Where is your father?" Lizong asked in a deep voice with a trembling tone.
Zhao Ping felt something was wrong. He obviously didn't have a father, but the officials asked me about his father.
Thinking of this, he felt sad and couldn't help but said sadly: "Weichen has been alone since he was a child, relying on his mother for life. He has never seen what his father looks like."
"So, you don't have a father, only a mother?" Lizong looked a little unnatural,
Then he asked with some urgency.
Zhao Ping nodded and couldn't help but said in a whimpering tone: "Weichen only has a mother and no father. Weichen felt strange why others had fathers, but Weichen didn't have a father. I wonder why Weichen's father was so cruel and abandoned the orphan. Is the widowed mother suffering in Zhaojiazhuang? While others are enjoying family happiness, the humble minister has no father?"
After hearing this, all the ministers couldn't help but feel sad.
The maid inside couldn't help crying when she heard this.
They knew the little saint and saw this handsome young man today.
But he never expected that this handsome young man would have no father and depend on his mother for life.
Zhao Ping looks good, but he has no father and has lived with his mother since he was a child.
Seeing this, Ding Daquan's group also felt that Ding Daquan had gone too far.
Qin Hui used tricks to deal with King E because King E was an adult.
The Zhao Ping in front of him is not a boy, but a boy without a father.
Even Jia Sidao couldn't bear it. He shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.
Ding Daquan smiled coldly. He didn't think Zhao Ping was an ordinary boy.
His literary talent and martial arts were far superior to those of King E.
Now, while the officials are dissatisfied with him, it is the best time to make a move.
There was a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth, and in his heart Zhao Ping was playing the emotional card. Don't be deceived by his appearance.
Lizong's expression was a little unnatural and he forced a smile.
Seeing Lizong's smile, Ding Daquan strengthened his confidence.
Lizong waved his hand, glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Ping will stay, and the rest will disperse."
All the civil and military officials present were dumbfounded. They stood there as if they were petrified, with their mouths wide open and unable to close for a long time.
Why did the official family announce the disbandment of the dynasty and left Zhao Ping behind?
In particular, Ding Daquan seemed to be struck by thunder, the smile on his face instantly froze, and a hint of ominous power suddenly surged in his heart.
Jia Sidao also took a breath of air and was at a loss, like a clay or wood carving.
Yu Jie smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth, shook her head, and left the hall first.
Seeing the civil and military ministers leaving one after another, Lizong took a closer look at Zhao Ping, his eyes were extremely complicated.
"Zhao Ping, where is your mother?" He sighed and asked kindly.
Zhao Ping didn't know why the officials wanted to keep him, and he had this tone again, with a confused look on his face.
Dong Songchen smiled and said kindly: "Zhao Ping, where does your mother live?".
"Tell the officials that Wei Chen's mother has come to the capital and is now living in Jingyuan Restaurant." Zhao Ping finally came to his senses and answered with a bow.
Lizong nodded lovingly and suddenly asked: "Chen Song, is Jingyuan Restaurant also a royal business?"
"Exactly, including the hanging garden there." Dong Songchen replied respectfully.
Lizong smiled and said to Zhao Ping very kindly: "It just so happens that I haven't inspected this business for a long time. Zhao Ping, you are also part of that business, so we just want to go and have a look."
"No." Zhao Ping didn't know why Lizong spoke so kindly and kindly to him.
Zhao Ping and the officials came to the Hanging Garden and saw a woman wearing a curtain.
She was dressed tightly with a white fur coat, but her hair was black and her skin was smooth and white. She was obviously a young woman.
There was nothing else in her mind, and she was admiring the plum blossoms wholeheartedly. She even put the plum blossoms to her nose and kept smelling them.
Wearing a pure white fur coat, under the reflection of red and yellow wintersweet, she looks like a flower fairy, refined and transcendent.
It's winter now, and there are a lot of plum blossoms. The yellow and red plum blossoms are blooming, and the entire hanging garden is filled with the fragrance of wintersweet.
Seeing Lizong coming over, the woman was neither salty nor cool, her tone was extremely calm, and she bowed to Lizong Wanfu: "A commoner woman has seen an official."
"Are you Yueniang?" Hearing this voice, Lizong's voice trembled and he asked excitedly as he looked at her.
The woman gave another blessing: "The woman is the Moon Mother."
"Yue Niang, how are you doing?" Lizong continued to ask with some tears in his eyes.
The woman said quietly: "Orphans and widowers have a hard time."
Lizong couldn't help but look at Zhao Ping, and felt puzzled when he saw Zhao Ping with a red face.
"I see you are doing well, why are you not doing well?" Lizong seemed to have returned to normal and said in a deep voice.
The woman said calmly: "Ping'er has been weak and sick since he was a child. If it weren't for Meng Jinglong, the Taoist priest of Chunyang Cave, he might have passed away."
Speaking of this, she couldn't help but sob, thinking that she was a young lady in her mid-teens who gave birth to her son alone.
Moreover, this is a frail and sick baby, how difficult it is to raise it.
Hearing this, Lizong's originally hard heart suddenly softened.
He had three sons, all of whom died when they were less than one year old, and he had a deeply sad experience of this.
He originally had no son in his life, but he didn't expect that Yueniang would give him a son.
More importantly, this son was so outstanding that even Lizong himself was a little jealous.
"Yue Niang, thank you for your hard work." Lizong's voice was whimpering, and his face was a little moved, and he couldn't help but say.
Zhao Ping heard the conversation between the two and was so shocked by this sudden incident that he felt as if he had received an electric shock, and his spirit was in a semi-demented state.
Mother looked at Zhao Ping and said calmly: "Ping'er, didn't you say you wanted to see your father? Your father is right in front of you now."
"The father of the child?" Even though Zhao Ping was prepared, he was still surprised at this time.
He looked at Lizong and finally understood the source of Lizong's loving eyes.
He did not step forward to acknowledge Li Zong, but asked in confusion: "Mother, why is he my father?"
"Why are you asking these questions? Your father is your father." Mother reprimanded her coldly.
Lizong's eyes were moist at this time, and his fat hands were trembling: "Ping'er, I am your father."
"The child has met his father." Zhao Ping was a little ignorant of Li Zong, but after hearing this, he had no choice but to step forward and bow.
Lizong's tears were wet and he suddenly asked: "Yue Niang, why don't you come to the capital as soon as possible?"
"The women came to the capital as soon as possible, so why did you expel the pregnant women back to their hometown in the first place?" My mother said coldly with a hint of ridicule on her lips.
After hearing this, Lizong's face turned red and white, and finally turned into the color of pig liver.
Zhao Ping also felt strange, why he had been in his hometown in Sichuan and not in the capital. If it hadn't been for today, he would have thought he had no father?
"This, this," Lizong said for a long time without giving a reason.
There was a trace of ridicule on the corner of my mother's mouth: "A commoner woman knows that the status of a slave is not worthy of a high-ranking official like you. It was the same then, and it is still the same today. In this case, Ping'er, let's go back to our hometown in Sichuan."
After her mother finished speaking, she stepped forward and took Zhao Ping's hand, and was about to leave without any hesitation.
Lizong's face turned red, as red as pig liver.
He licked his dry lips, swallowed hard and said, "Yue Niang, Yuen Niang, I will give you an explanation."
After hearing this, Yueniang let go of Zhao Ping's hand.
She looked at Lizong coldly, with a sarcastic smile on her face: "Awesome, awesome, I want to see what the father wants to say to his son who used sixteen gold medals to let his son return to the capital."
