I Am This Type of Woman Chapter 146: Extra Four
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"Mr. Wang," the stewardess of the Clothing Bureau stopped Wang De, who looked a little hurried, "The summer clothes that the Queen asked the slaves to make are ready. I don't know when the slaves will take the clothes to the Queen to see. ."
"Clothes?" Wang De paused and suddenly became energetic, "You are right, you should let the empress take a look at it. If there is anything you don't like, you can modify it." If anything happens at this moment It would be nice to come and distract the Queen.
"Ask the people below to pack your things, and in half an hour, go with the Za family to pay their respects to the Queen."
"Yes."
The steward's aunt was very happy. She didn't expect Manager Wang to be so easy to talk to.
Above the court, several close ministers know that His Majesty has been in a bad mood recently, so they will not bother His Majesty with trivial matters. Fortunately, His Majesty is not an emperor who angers his courtiers for no reason due to personal matters, so some courtiers with little discernment were not punished. At most, they felt that His Majesty's expression was a little ugly.
After the court, several officials approached Ban Heng and wanted to inquire about some information from Ban Heng. Although the Ban family doesn't care much about the affairs in the court, they are still highly valued by His Majesty. The Ban family may know things they don't know.
But who is Ban Heng? He has been the emperor’s brother-in-law for so many years. What things do he not know and what things are unclear? So no matter what these people asked, he always pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool, without leaking any words.
Others only think that the Ban family is getting more and more cunning. In fact, even Ban Heng does not know what has happened to His Majesty in recent days.
"Master Ban," a **** walked up to him with a smile, "Your Majesty invites you to come to the imperial study for a chat."
Ban Heng raised his eyebrows. His Majesty was in a bad mood. He specifically called him out today. Could this have anything to do with his sister? He felt a little strange in his heart, but there was nothing on his face. He just nodded and said, "I'll be there right away."
"Master Hou, please."
In the imperial study room, after Rong Xia approved a few memorials, he put down the imperial pen and sighed with a sad face.
"Your Majesty, Marquis Minghe has arrived."
When Ban Heng held the crowning ceremony, Rong Xia personally named him Yongshi. Later, he married Yao Ling, and Rong Xia gave another favor to the Ban family, that is, Jin made Ban Heng a first-class marquis and titled Minghe. This also meant that even if Ban Heng inherited Ban Huai's title in the future, he would still be If a prince has two sons, one of the two sons will inherit the title when they reach adulthood.
Everyone sees His Majesty’s honor and favor for the Ban family. Just when they thought that the Ban family could finally become prominent, just like the Shi family back then, the Ban family still lived a life of neglecting everything, doing nothing, and living a life without any income or salt. In Jin's dandy days, people have to lament for Marshal Ban again. It's a pity that Marshal Ban's lifelong reputation has such a junior, who is simply like mud that can't stand up to the wall.
Landni from the Ban family said that they were just fine lying in the corner, so why bother letting them go up the wall?
"Your Majesty," Ban Heng walked into the imperial study and met with Rong Xia, "when you call me here, you can't just discuss political matters with me, right?"
"You sit down first," Rong Xia smiled bitterly, "I did something sorry for Huahua a few days ago, which made her unhappy."
"Your Majesty," Ban Heng's expression changed slightly, "Have you favored other women?"
Rong Xia's expression was stunned, and then she laughed: "How can these women in the palace compare with Huahua? How could I do such a thing? Even if she makes her unhappy, she doesn't want to talk to me anymore these days."
"Oh," Ban Heng breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, "You have been married to my sister for ten years, and you still don't know about her temperament of being soft-spoken and not being tough?"
"This is my fault, because I teased her once on a whim. Who would have thought that she would find out after so many years," Rong Xia smiled bitterly, "I even forgot about myself. ."
Ban Heng glanced at Rong Xia sympathetically: "I have no choice but to wait for her to calm down. Anyway, I made my sister angry before, so she usually just beat me. You are the emperor , she can never do anything to you." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he looked at Rong Xia uncertainly, "Your Majesty, she is my sister."
Did you really attack His Majesty?
"That's not true. Huahua has always been very measured." Rong Xia hurriedly said, "Tell me, is there anything you like about Huahua?"
"Your Majesty, my sister has liked a lot of things since she was a child, but generally what she likes is what the family finds for her," Ban Heng said seriously, "I really don't know what she wants that she can't get. ."
"That's good." Rong Xia put her hands behind her back, and the smile on her face was like the warm sun in winter.
The two discussed it for half an hour in the imperial study room, and finally came to the conclusion that they could only stay down and play small tricks until they made Banhua happy.
The fewer things a woman has, the easier it is to be moved and deceived. But if a woman has been in need of everything since she was a child, loved by her parents and loved by her brothers, then she will not be easily moved by small favors. Rong Xia understands this truth, but he is glad that Huahua is such a woman.
When you love someone, you wish that they would be fine from childhood to adulthood and not suffer at all.
Rong Xia returned to the harem and found that the inner hall was very lively. Clothes and jewelry were filled with clothes and jewelry. The only person he did not see was Huahua.
"Where is the empress?"
"Your Majesty, the empress left the palace an hour ago."
"Change my clothes." Huahua had promised to take him out of the palace to play some time ago, but unfortunately he had not even had the chance to enter the inner palace in the past few days, let alone let Huahua take him out of the palace to play.
"Your Majesty, do you want to leave the palace?" Wang De asked softly.
"Well," Rong Xia straightened his clothes, "I'll go out and take a look."
In the teahouse, Banhua sat leisurely at the table, listening to the storyteller below. This storyteller admired the current emperor very much. In three of the five times he gave lectures, he boasted about how powerful the current emperor was.
"The sweet potatoes and flour beans that everyone here is using are all brought back from overseas by His Majesty. It is said that one day, His Majesty was in a dream, and suddenly a divine dragon came down to earth."
"Throughout the ages, who can provide our people with as much food and clothing as His Majesty does today? Even in a disaster year, we can still have enough food? Such an emperor will not be found for thousands of years. It is not Ziwei Xingjun who comes to earth and What is it?"
Banhua heard that Mr. Shu was getting more and more miraculous the more he boasted about coming to court from all directions, about Ziwei Xingjun descending to the earth, and about an emperor for eternity, which made her, the person next to the emperor, feel a little blushing.
"Reward him with ten taels of silver."
Banhua also wants to reward him for his shameless spirit of flattering the emperor.
"Yes."
"Sir, please come this way." The waiter led a man in a green shirt up. The man stopped after seeing Banhua.
Noticing that someone was looking at her, Banhua looked back and realized that the man not far away looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, Banhua said, "Yan Zhen?"
Ten years ago, Yan Zhen was still a pale-faced, beardless young man. Now he has a beard and fine lines at the corners of his eyes. She almost didn't recognize who he was. Back then, she seemed to have heard someone around her mention that Yan Zhen had gone to work elsewhere. Since then, she had never heard anything about this person.
"I have met Mrs. Huang." Yan Zhen was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Banhua.
Having not seen each other for ten years, the woman in front of her seemed to have been particularly favored by time, and was still as beautiful as before. The moment he saw her, Yan Zhen thought of the woman in red on the horse again, wantonly Zhang Yang was so beautiful that even when he breathed a little heavier, he felt it was a blasphemy against her.
Inexplicably, there was an additional title of "Mrs. Huang". Banhua couldn't help but smile and pointed to the table next to him, "Sit down."
"Mrs. Xie." Laughter and cheers came from downstairs. It was obviously a very lively atmosphere, but Yan Zhen felt that it was unreasonably quiet at the moment. He carefully sat down on the chair with half his buttocks, his head lowered, not daring to look at Banhua's face.
"Speaking of your wise and mighty Majesty, we have to mention our Queen. Your Majesty is the descendant of Ziwei Xingjun, and your Majesty is the reincarnation of the nine-sky phoenix. An expert once said that your Majesty and your Majesty are a pair in heaven. ”
"Pfft," Banhua couldn't help laughing any longer and said to the subordinates beside him, "This storyteller is a talent. Lord Ziwei Xingjun's wife is actually a nine-sky phoenix. With such a good mind, she can't stay here to bury him. Come on. Find out his identity, and if there is no problem, take him back and let him be with Your Majesty."
She paused, curled her lips, and said no more.
"No need to take it back, I've already heard it," Rong Xia strode over and sat down next to Banhua, "Did Huahua miss me?"
Ban Hua rolled her eyes and refused to pay attention to him.
"Wei Chen has met Mr. Huang." Yan Zhen did not dare to reveal Rong Xia's identity outside. The moment Rong Xia appeared, she hurriedly stood up and saluted.
"Yan Zhongzhen?" Rong Xia glanced at Yan Zhen, then turned to look at Banhua, "What a coincidence."
Banhua lowered her head to drink tea and ignored him.
Yan Zhen stood with his hands hunched over, just like those dull and honest officials in the court. Ten years ago, Yan Zhen had the courage to confess to the woman he liked, and would impulsively go on a hunger strike to protest against his parents, and would even run to the woman's house and stand there in front of her without any scruples; but ten years later, he would never do this again. Courage and absurdity, at thirty years old, he, like everyone else in the officialdom, knows what to do and what not to do.
When I was young, I didn’t care about the importance of things, but my courage was infinite. After I came to stand, when I look back at the beginning, I don’t know whether to laugh at myself or feel emotional.
He stood aside and watched His Majesty coaxing the Queen with soft words. In the end, the Queen finally gave His Majesty a look, and His Majesty was so happy that he grabbed the Queen's back and made a bunch of promises with a low posture. Like a young man pursuing the woman he loves.
Your Majesty has been married to your empress for more than ten years, how can you still coax her like this?
He stood quietly to the side, as if he were a table or a chair in a teahouse. It was not until the emperor and empress got up to return to the palace that he bowed and saluted: "Congratulations to the young master and his wife."
Ban Hua wanted to look back at him, but Rong Xia turned around, just blocking her sight.
"We're going back, okay?"
She poked Rong Xia's waist and snorted, but when Rong Xia held her hand, she did not refuse.
Yan Zhen bowed and escorted the two of them downstairs. It was not until the emperor and empress entered the carriage that he dared to raise his head and take a closer look.
Then he stood with his head bowed again and saluted the carriage.
"Master and Madam, please walk slowly."
Old things of the past, clouds of the past.