"Life is my child"
Zhang Yintang serious tunnel
"We must leave one today!"
Zhao Cuo ignored the reason and made trouble. The two returned to their positions and arranged for the clerical work. Then he found that Long Mai worm, who was dozing in the palace of life, woke up again.
The little thing shouted angrily with its head held high.
Golden tail restless constantly patting the ground.
"It’s not like going to drink sanhua. What’s your hurry?"
Zhao was wrong and then lost in thought. He raised his hand and held the bar.
Is it possible that he means that if the painting boat is not a brothel, it is a romantic place in people’s eyes?
But it’s no big deal if he just goes to eat a meal.
……
"You guys are walking!"
Because I had to work overtime all night last night, there was nothing to deal with urgently. Cheng Yi took out the first-class execution officer and let him go to my office.
This made Zhao wrong a little relieved, and the idea of going home early after the wave took Zhang Wu, who had become acquainted, to visit Yueba Lake yesterday.
When the three men walked into the dock and dropped out of the brocade painting boat, the steward in the lobby changed his face and went to him to be caring and attentive, and then respectfully arranged the best position.
Sister Shangxin said what poetry party she would go to today, but she didn’t ask in detail last night, but her sex should be to go home and wait for me to have dinner before dinner.’
Zhao sits by the window and eats a side dish. He thinks it’s better to go home early later. He’s not afraid that the child bride’s sister won’t go back when she arrives at the official residence. It’s hard for her family to worry. After all, she didn’t say she would be late and now she can’t send a text message.
If Grandpa Zhao Xiaogong knew that the beautifully painted boat in the middle of Yueba Lake, not far from him, was the location of the poetry meeting of the famous ladies in Beijing, he would have rushed back to the house with his carriage.
Xiang Jing is really small.
……
"Sister Feast, it’s so nice of you to come today. I haven’t seen my sisters for a long time, but I want to kill you."
A beautiful boat of Yingying Yanyan is the top part of Xiangjing. Your daughter is almost here, and this group of big ladies, a tall woman with a lot of worship eyes, can be said to stand out unceremoniously.
Even if she is as proud as a peacock, the first daughter of Han Wang is sealed, and the monarch of Xinning, Chu pity, is the only royal family in this group who has the highest words in the circle at ordinary times, and she also lowers her proud head.
Her father is one of the few people who worked for the Queen Mother’s imperial clan, so she can blend into this social circle, but even the monarch has to call this grand lady a "sister"
"It’s very kind of everyone."
Zhao Shangxin’s white face is smiling gently. Today, she is still wearing a white Confucian shirt with gentle tone but great grace.
"I’m glad to have been studying in Xunshan Academy for years, and I’m here with you without my sisters."
"Where is my sister? The Confucian High Court has always looked down on our female students for thousands of years. An article by my sister in that year surprised the scholar to come to the door, but it gave a sigh of relief!"
Xinning infanta envy tone say
"Don’t tease the princess temple again. It’s okay to be stupid when you’re young."
Zhao feast some nai to help the forehead way
At the age of fifteen, she was officially adopted by Zheng Guogong. At that time, the government also held a gift with great fanfare. This kind of honor naturally attracted a lot of criticism.
Although she didn’t say anything on the surface, Miss Feast was angry and disguised as a man to participate in the imperial examination in Xiangjing that year. As a result, she wrote an article that made Wenquxing blink. Even though she was a magic weapon at that time, her identity as Miss Zhao was exposed.
"I thought that when my sister showed her identity after the elegant demeanor test, I heard that even the assistant minister of the invigilation department was dumbfounded. The scholars in the Fumiyan Academy almost fought. It’s a pity that you didn’t continue to take the exam at that time. Otherwise, the first place was not easy to win?"
Zhao Shangxin smiled and said nothing. Now that I think about it, it was really a bit of nonsense at that time, but once again, she should and will do so, because since then, she has won the title of the only female student in Xunshan Academy, and no one dares to question her identity as a big lady in Zheng Guogong House.
"You sisters don’t have to talk about the ugly things before the feast. Is it a poetry meeting today?"
Zhao Shangxin clapped his hands and said
"Sister has a better discussion."
Princess Xinning blinked shrewd eyes and raised the lotus root arm.
"Something happened at Sister Feast’s home, but as the saying goes, Duke Zhao decided to solve a big case yesterday. Is it that a Lord protector was not as good as our sister’s inspirational poem and gave it to him?"
"Great!"
"The princess hall said yes!"
As soon as the princess Xinning said this, she was immediately praised unanimously. Zhao Shangxin was also shocked to think of the poem she saw in her brother’s bedroom this morning.
Chapter 31 "That man looks like your brother"
"Sister, what do you think?"
Xinning infanta smiled and asked Miss Zhao Da, who was leng.
"Well …"
Zhao Shangxin thoughtfully nodded.
It’s a mistake that the reputation in Beijing has been poor in recent years. Yesterday’s incident should have made people change their minds about him. If the poem is publicized again, it will definitely wash away the impression of Wan Ku, so that any girl will be more sure in the future.’
Thought of here, miss feast for the big smile is more charming. Many little sisters look at the tone and say gently
"I’d like to thank you for my undeserving brother."
"Sister, this will identify you."
Princess Xinning said something discontentedly, then smiled brightly and twisted her little head and looked around.
"Which sister came first?"
"Let’s ask the princess hall to lead."
"Sister first."
No one let Zhao Shangxin come first. Everyone in this circle knows that Miss Zhao’s articles are meticulous, but she is not good at poetry.
After some concession, it was still the head of the princess’s temple. She thought for a moment shyly and then read out an inspirational poem with a bit of flavor. From the attention to words, she knew that it was unlikely to be the scene.
Celebrities in the field seem to know in their hearts that the monarch temple is well prepared, and of course no one will be stupid enough to puncture it. They are all flattering Zhao Shangxin and praising him for a moment.
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