"OK!"
The empress responded, feeling a little uneasy. The energy she had given herself before was gone in an instant.
Just maintaining the dignity and calmness on the surface is already a matter of concentration and effort.
My heart was in a mess. I had completely forgotten all the etiquette of sitting, lying and walking that I had consulted with the lady of the house in the afternoon, leaving only some elegant instincts.
He clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, trying hard to contain his instinctive power.
Remember, remember, this is the father-in-law, not a subordinate who can calm down the anger.
Uncle Yang did not take the Empress into the room, which was somewhat inappropriate, but just led the Empress to the side of the yard.
Jiang Yunqing knew that Uncle Yang wanted to confirm, so he didn't follow him. He picked up a medical question and asked Taoist Qinghuan for advice.
Taoist Qinghuan seemed to be very happy to answer the doubts of his younger generation and answered Jiang Yunqing's questions carefully.
On the side of the Jianlu Courtyard, Uncle Yang looked at the Empress and said very solemnly: "Girl, I don't know if that brat has told you truthfully that there is something... subtle between that brat and the Empress of Huanyinfang. The relationship, um...Does the girl know Huanyinfang? It is a notorious assassination organization in the world. "
Uncle Yang paused for a moment, feeling that talking to a noble lady about this was like playing the piano to a cow. It was really difficult for a noble lady to understand the ways of the world.
Then he changed to a way of saying something that is easy to understand for the daughters in everyone's backyard, and continued: "Okay! It doesn't matter if you don't know. The girl only needs to know that the brat is related to a very strong, fierce, and powerful woman. It's ridiculous. If that woman knew about it, not only the life of my family, but also your family would be in danger!"
Although Uncle Yang has never met the Empress, he roughly made a subjective guess about the Empress' image based on her location.
Hearing this, the empress looked at Uncle Yang in astonishment. Is she actually such a person?
The sworn and worried expression on Uncle Yang's face made the empress dumbfounded. She never expected that her image in Uncle Yang's eyes would be like this.
The empress was surprised by what Uncle Yang said, and Uncle Yang was very satisfied with the empress' surprise. This was in line with the reaction that a noble lady should have.
"Girl, if you really want to be with that brat, you need to think carefully!"
Uncle Yang reminded again that it was not that he wanted to break up his apprentice's marriage.
It's just that in today's troubled times, if you want to survive, you have a lot to worry about. You can't hurt other girls and the whole family just because of your apprentice's selfishness!
After all, at this time, even the so-called aristocratic families are just fat sheep in the eyes of the princes of the major vassals and towns.
"Actually, I am the Empress of Huanyinfang..."
The empress was a little dumbfounded. The scene at this time was something she had never imagined. She was afraid of irritating Uncle Yang, so she could only explain weakly.
I don't know if he heard it or not, but he subconsciously interpreted the words as "I know." Uncle Yang stroked his well-kept beard and nodded with a sigh.
"As long as the girl knows..."
Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong in his words, which seemed to be different from what he expected. His mind suddenly seemed to be stuck, and he stopped talking.
However, Uncle Yang was good at cultivating his character. Even though he was almost fifty-eight years old, his thinking speed was still not slow. He quickly came to his senses and looked at the empress with an expression of disbelief and astonishment.
"Wait, what did you just say?"
"I am the empress!"
The empress thought it was because her voice was softer just now and Uncle Yang didn't hear it clearly, so she replied affirmatively again and her voice was louder.
After receiving another affirmative reply from the Empress, Uncle Yang's mind immediately flashed to Jiang Yunqing's explanation of the identity of the girl in front of him. The doubts in his mind disappeared and he murmured softly: "How can you be the Empress?"
Then he shouted: "Old Zhang, prepare the meal, and by the way, get the good wine I have brewed!"
"okay!"
Zhang Yuan, who was waiting in the yard, responded and quickly prepared the meal.
Jiang Yunqing didn't pay attention to his master's reaction, which was completely expected by him. He stopped asking questions and said to Taoist Qinghuan beside him: "Does Taoist Qinghuan want to stay for dinner? Lao Zhang's craftsmanship is not bad, but It’s incomparable to the restaurants and restaurants outside.”
During these days in Fengxiang, Zhang Yuan's cooking skills were trained well by Jiang Yunqing. At least compared to this era, it was already above the standard.
"No, Pindao was going to say goodbye!"
Glancing at the empress who looked like a lady in front of Uncle Yang, Taoist Qinghuan couldn't help but shook his head. This was like a drama about a disciple bringing his wife back to meet his master. How could she have the nerve to get in the way here?
After saying this, Taoist Qinghuan bowed towards Jiang Yunqing, turned around and bowed again in the direction of Uncle Yang, "Uncle Yang, fellow Taoist, I'm going to say goodbye!"
"Fellow Daoist Qinghuan, why don't you stay and have dinner with us?"
Uncle Yang has a good feeling about Taoist Qinghuan, a congenial fellow Taoist. Today, the apprentice brings the empress home, which is considered a happy event, and he is trying to persuade her to stay.
"It's getting late, and there are still disciples waiting in the temple. I'm afraid they'll be worried, so I won't keep any more of them!" Taoist Qinghuan found an excuse to refuse.
When Uncle Yang saw Taoist Qinghuan's sincere words, he couldn't persuade him to stay, "That poor Taoist will send you my fellow Taoist!"
Not allowing Taoist Qinghuan to refuse, Uncle Yang had already come to Taoist Qinghuan and made a gesture of invitation.
Seeing this, Taoist Qinghuan couldn't help but politely refuse. It only took a few steps to go along with it, and Uncle Yang got what he wanted.
Uncle Yang sent Taoist Qinghuan away and came back after a long time. He must have sent him a long way away.
By this time, dusk had faded and night had fallen, rendering the sky into a bright starry sky.
In the courtyard of Jianlu Villa, tables and chairs were also set up. The tables were piled with various ingredients, guarding a large pot with a charcoal pot under the middle of the table. The white soup in the pot was bulging. There were fleeting blisters one by one, and the rich fragrance filled the whole courtyard.
Sitting at the table were Uncle Yang, Jiang Yunqing, Empress, Jiang Tong, and Zhang Yuan, enjoying their meals.
Uncle Yang was very happy today. There were already three or four empty wine jars around him. He drunkenly took out a wooden box from his arms and opened it in front of everyone.
Inside are two sandalwood bracelets and a jade medallion. The sandalwood bracelets are just ordinary red sandalwood, and the jade medallion is just ordinary Hetian jade. They are not very precious things, but if you look carefully, you will find that they are The traces of careful carving.
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Uncle Yang had prepared this for his disciples a long time ago, and would only hand it over to them when they got married. It was not a precious object, but it represented his intention as a master.
Jiang Yunqing and Li Xingyun were getting married, so he prepared two sandalwood bracelets. Lu Linxuan was getting married, so he prepared a jade plaque.
Uncle Yang took out a sandalwood bracelet from it, handed it to Jiang Yunqing, and asked Jiang Yunqing in a serious tone to put it on the empress.
Jiang Yunqing solemnly put on the bracelet for the Empress in front of Uncle Yang. The Empress lowered her head shyly and said, "Thank you, Master!"
Uncle Yang happily raised his head and drank another half of the jar of wine. His drunkenness was welling up, and he fell asleep on the table, still murmuring: "Yun Qing! When will you get married..."
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