MTL - Time is slow-Chapter 23 princess

   Chapter 23 The Princess

   His parents and family were all killed in the fire, and the surviving Mr. Qiao still wanted to visit family friends, which was obviously not normal.

   "Thirteen received news from his subordinates that Mr. Qiao had already entered Beijing three days ago and lived in the residence of Kou Shangshu, a foreign family. The news of his coming to Beijing has not yet spread."

  Jiangtang nodded and said to Jiang Yuanchao: "Continue to send people to watch. The news we inquire may not necessarily be reported to the Holy One, but we must be aware of it in case we are caught by surprise."

   "Don't worry, foster father, Thirteen knows."

  Jiang Tang smiled: "I always feel relieved when you do things. The Qiao family's affairs can no longer be suppressed, and it is time to report to the emperor."

Meeting Jiang Yuanchao's inquiring gaze, he explained: "Champion Hou is back, he is hot now, and his wife died for the country. If the saint knows nothing about the Qiao family, he will lose his temper in the future. Besides, Kou Xing Ze, the old guy has been silent, I am afraid he is also waiting for this time."

  Jiang Yuanchao had a gentle smile on his face, but he only heard the words "die for the country".

The words    were like a small knife, which made his heart hurt and stuffy.

   "What's wrong?" Jiang Tang noticed the strangeness of Yoshiko and asked.

  Jiang Yuanchao returned to his senses and smiled very lightly: "This is the first time I heard that a woman died for the country!"

   Jiang Tang felt a little weird, but Jiang Yuanchao had returned to normal, got up and respectfully said: "Foster father, I have been on the road for thirteen days, and my body is dirty. I want to go back to bathe and change clothes to listen to your teachings."

   "What are you going back? I have already cleaned up the yard for you, and you can live there first. You won't be able to live there for a long time, so you can repair it well before going to live."

  Jiang Yuanchao came down like a stream of kindness.

   Jiang Tang smiled and said, "Ran Ran should be so happy now."

   Jiang Yuanchao pulled the corner of his lips but did not answer.

  In the teahouse facing the street, Chi Can leaned back on the back of the chair, drinking tea lazily.

   The street downstairs is wide and empty. As the Northern Expeditions passed, the people who welcomed them also ran away, leaving only flowers, incense sticks and other things on the floor.

   "I didn't expect that guy Shao Mingyuan would be so popular."

  Yang Houcheng snorted and laughed: "It's rare to see Young Master Chi eating!"

  Chi Can raised his foot and kicked over: "What nonsense, he will take away most of those headaches in the future, and he should be thanked."

   Zhu Yan suggested with a smile: "Speaking of which, we haven't got together with Tingquan for several years."

   Shao Mingyuan, courtesy name Tingquan.

   The four of them are friends who have been friends since childhood, and their relationship is naturally different. However, since Shao Mingyuan put on the shirt at the age of fourteen, he seldom got together with these three people.

  Rao is like this. After years of friends returning to Beijing, they are still excited.

  Yang Houcheng recalled for a moment, and said, "It's still when he got together during his big wedding. We didn't even catch the bridal chamber, so that guy went to fight again. Hey, do you think Tingquan feels better? His wife—"

   Having said this, the three of them were silent.

   In the end, it was Chi Can who spoke first: "Why is it uncomfortable? Haven't you seen how popular he is today? In the future, he will have to choose princesses and ladies! Come on, don't talk about these spoilers, come back and ask him to come out for a drink."

   Zhu Yan and Yang Houcheng looked at each other with a helpless expression.

   This guy is wrong again. Among the four, he has the best relationship with Tingquan. Baba came over early this morning and filled several pots of tea.

  Chi Can got up, walked downstairs slowly, turned around halfway, raised his lips and asked, "I think I saw a cactus fly past in the rain of flowers, did you see it?"

   "I saw it, I saw it, it was Li girl who threw it!" Yang Houcheng frowned.

   Chi Can and Zhu Yan both stared at him.

   What is this kid excited about?

   "Looks like she's recovering from her illness, and her head is pretty good." Chi Can stretched out his hand and waved it back, "Let's go, everyone, go home."

  Changrong Princess Mansion is located in the most prosperous part of the capital, covering a wide area, and the garden is full of exotic flowers and plants.

  Among the brocades of flowers, a dazzling woman was reclining on a bamboo couch, with one hand resting on her cheeks, and the other holding a fan and shaking it for a while.

   A man in dark clothes knelt down halfway at her feet, pinching her legs lightly for her, and a man in brocade clothes was carefully peeling the grapes in front of him.

  The man in brocade clothing has slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails. He skillfully peeled a grape and brought it to Princess Changrong's lips.

   Princess Changrong ate the grapes in the hands of the man in brocade, and then spit the grape seeds into his palm.

  The grapes coming out of the warm shed were not very tasty. Princess Changrong waved her hands after eating a few grains, and said to a beautiful-looking female official standing beside her: "Dongyu, go and call that one over here."

   Dongyu understood and said yes, turned around and left, and a woman was brought in after a while.

The woman was wearing a light gold satin robe, her hair was combed in a cloud bun, four pairs of bright golden hairpins were inserted, and there was a golden step shake, which was magnificent, but her complexion was yellower than the golden hairpins, aging. It's hard to estimate the age.

  The woman came to the front of Princess Changrong and knelt straight down: "My servants pay tribute to Your Highness."

   Princess Changrong lazily threw the fan to the side, raised her chin and said slowly: "I didn't say it many times, don't call yourself a slave in front of me."

"Come." The eldest princess beckoned to the woman, waited for the woman to kneel and approached, stretched out her white and bare feet and lifted her chin, her tone was soft and disdainful, but it showed from her bones, "Oh, I don't have that. slave."

  The sound of footsteps sounded, and the female official Dongyu whispered in the ear of Princess Changrong: "Your Highness, the son is back."

   Princess Changrong glanced at Chi Can who was approaching from a distance, retracted her attention, and rubbed the woman's cheek with her bare feet: "Wipe it clean and put on my shoes."

  The woman held Princess Changrong's jade feet and wiped it carefully, as if she was treating rare treasures. The beautiful men and maids surrounding the Princess were accustomed to it.

   Chi Can has come to the front and saluted: "Mother."

   He glanced at the woman, not knowing what it was like.

   When he saw this woman at the beginning of that year, he wanted to kill her with a sword, but was stopped by his mother, but now he has no feelings, and even grieves for her.

   Silk satin, gold and silver jewelry, her mother had never treated her badly on these things, but she was more than ten years older than women of the same age.

Princess Changrong nodded casually, ignoring Chi Can, kicked the woman's cheek with her well-fitted foot, and said with a smile: "How about, stay by my side, you and your sons and daughters will not enjoy the wealth and glory. Exactly, is it better than following that short-lived ghost who can only secretly save money for his own house?"

   "Yes, yes." The woman did not dare to hide, and nodded again and again.

   "So, women don't have so shallow eyelids, not everyone has your good luck." Princess Changrong teased enough and waved her hand.

   Dongyu immediately took the woman down.

   Princess Changrong didn't have the beautiful man who was waiting for her to step down, so she looked at Chi Can so disapprovingly, and said, "Have you moved Mr. Qiao's paintings that I have in my collection?"

   Forgot to mention that Jiang Shiran, who appeared yesterday, was a cameo by a rotten girl from a group of book friends, and Dongyu, the female official who appeared today, was a cameo by my mother Dong. Sisters are welcome to sign up.

   (end of this chapter)