The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

Recently, His Majesty has been discussing the Tumu Fort issue with the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Works, the Ministry of Revenue and the Cabinet.

This is the first major thing that the new emperor has done to benefit the country and the people since he came to power.

The entire Ministry of Industry was busy and everyone was devoted to this matter.

Jiang Nanhuai, the Langzhong of the Ministry of Works, had the Right Vice Minister as his direct superior. With such a big matter, a word from Lord Wang, the Minister of Works, made him suddenly feel at a loss as to what to do.

Jiang Nanhuai felt pressured and depressed as his plans were rejected again and again. Today was the first time he came out to get some fresh air.

He was already in a bad mood, and after hearing what his colleague said, he looked even more displeased.

He straightened his sleeves and said, "The Duke of Dingguo's Mansion is different from the Marquis of Xuanping's Mansion... The hereditary title emphasizes inheritance through a single line, which means passing it down to the eldest son!

I am the eldest son, and all the eldest sons and grandsons of the Duke of Dingguo's mansion are from my first branch." When he said this, his eyes were full of confidence, as if the hereditary title was already in his pocket.

His title of Crown Prince was conferred by the late emperor himself, so Jiang Nanhuai was even less afraid.

The man who first brought up this topic narrowed his shrewd eyes, smiled a few times, and said in a flattering manner:

"What the young master said is true. Everyone in Shengjing City knows that the masters of the Dingguo Mansion are all outstanding people. Especially Master Jiang Wu, who is the Minister of the Dali Temple at a young age..."

Speaking of the Dali Temple, the topic turned back to the Mansion of Marquis Xuanping.

Everyone was wondering whether Lord Qin Lang simply wanted to avenge his mother, or whether his ultimate goal was the title of Marquis Xuanping.

A big man with a curly beard beside the window said, "Master Qin has two trump cards in his hand. One is his uncle who is the Minister of War, and the other is his son-in-law who is the Minister of Justice. This means that he is a relative of Duke Dingguo...

I guess right now, there are many people in Shengjing City flattering and calling Master Qin "Little Marquis."

"The eldest son of Marquis Xuanping is still alive. Isn't it inappropriate to say that?" Someone looked hesitant and reminded everyone softly.

Another person said with a firm tone: "Lord Qin is a close minister of the emperor. Even if he does not have this title, just based on his current status, it is not difficult to see that his future is definitely limitless."

"The world is peaceful right now, so where is the chance to be appointed as a noble or a prime minister..."

Everyone was talking about it, with different expressions on their faces.

Jiang Nanhuai put down the teacup in his hand and said to his colleague beside him: "I suddenly thought of something and have to rush back to the Ministry of Industry... Jiang, I will excuse myself."

"Young Master, if you have any instructions, just tell me." The colleague stood up and bowed sincerely.

Jiang Nanhuai shook his head, bowed to everyone, and then left with the servant.

The topic behind him was still about the family affairs of the Xuanping Marquis's Mansion. If it weren't for the Queen Mother's laissez-faire attitude in the palace, no one would have brought this matter to the surface.

After all, all the prominent people in Shengjing City had seen Princess Changning’s arrogance and domineering behavior.

In a place where no one noticed, two people also retreated from Mingxiang Pavilion.

Not long after, after a while, they entered a newly opened pancake shop at the end of the alley.

The store is not large, but is filled with the aroma of food.

After the waiter lifted the lid of the pot, Chen Zhengde stuck his chopsticks into the steaming iron pot.

I picked up a piece of noodle that was soaked with soup, put it in my mouth and took a big bite, and sighed:

"When I was in Ningyuan City, I ate these sweet potatoes and green beans every day all year round, and I felt disgusted. It's only been a short time since I returned to Shengjing City, and I miss them so much."

“But if there’s no meat in it, it won’t be as delicious as the one we make with black pork chops in the camp.” The speaker was the bearded man who had just been in Mingxiang Pavilion.

Yan Chao narrowed his eyes, looking serious, and warned him: "Cao Binhai, this is a period of national mourning, don't cause trouble for the master!"

When Cao Binhai heard this, he put the tea bowl in his hand heavily on the square table, showing an unhappy look on his face, and said loudly: "Yan Chao, what nonsense are you talking about? I am the kind of person who has no depth!"

"Do you have any experience? Then what you just said was not what the master told us!" Yan Chao raised his eyebrows and tried to open his eyes wide to make himself look imposing.

Cao Binhai put down his chopsticks, stopped eating the cake, swallowed the food in his mouth, turned around and spoke to Chen Zhengde:

"Master, a man like Jiang Nanhuai who has no character needs a strong dose of medicine, otherwise he will just lie in the land of comfort and dream of being a Duke."

Chen Zhengde picked up a piece of potato with some rice crust and said with a smile: "Although Jiang Nanhuai is the least talented one in the Jiang family, none of his brothers really covet his status as the prince."

At this point, a sneer flashed in his eyes. In this respect, the Chen family could never compare to the Jiang family.

……

When Mr. Jiang Wu came to Minghuitang to pick up Gu Jinchu, she was shaking Yuanxiao with Zhu Jie'er and Xian Jie'er.

Before she got married into the mansion, the other ladies would never do such a thing.

At present, in the west side room of Minghui Hall, black sesame filling, red bean paste filling, and five-nut filling with green rose filling are placed on the long table.

During the national mourning period, all activities related to festivities are stopped. However, on the Lantern Festival, people still have to eat Yuanxiao.

Not all the women in the Duke Dingguo's Mansion were from Shengjing City.

On the Lantern Festival, there are also great differences in diet between the north and the south.

People in the north mostly eat Yuanxiao, which is made by shaking. Its rough surface gives it a rich taste. It can be boiled or fried in a pan until cooked.

People in the south prefer to eat glutinous rice balls, which are made by wrapping and have a soft, smooth and delicate texture.

Not only are they very different in appearance, but also in the choice of fillings, the northerners prefer sweet fillings with a higher sweetness and a mellow taste.

On this basis, people in the South also prefer the salty and fresh taste of meat, seafood or various vegetable fillings.

The third wife, Mrs. Li, was from Quanzhou, so when Gu Jinchu was coaxing his two little nieces, he also prepared salty dumplings stuffed with mustard greens for them.

The baby in Zhang's belly was less than three months old. She sat on the big kang by the window, watching her eldest daughter and the fourth daughter being directed around by her fifth brother's wife, and she was smiling and enjoying it.

Her face was filled with a gentle smile and her eyes were full of kindness.

Li looked at the mustard greens stuffed glutinous rice balls in the bowl, raised her head and looked across at Gu Jinchu, who lowered his eyes and coaxed the child in a soft voice.

She had been married to the Duke Dingguo's Mansion for fourteen years, but this was the first time she felt valued.

She raised her hand and told Mother Xia something. When she came back, Li smiled and said, "Sister Zhu and Sister Xian are so well behaved. How about I add some luck to you?"

Sister Xian saw that her third aunt was still a little timid. Sister Zhu walked over with her white little hands raised, and when she saw the golden beans in Li's hand, her eyes widened instantly.

With a look of surprise on his face, he exclaimed, "Aunt Third, are these for me and my fifth sister?"

Liu laughed and scolded her: "You have caused a lot of trouble for your fifth aunt here, and now you want your third aunt's gold beans?" Liu frowned slightly and scolded her, but there was a doting smile on her face.

Gu Jinchu raised his eyes and looked at the pouting Fourth Miss: "Sister Zhu, your mother is teasing you." Then he said:

"Your third aunt's idea is to let you sisters wrap the golden beans in the rice dumplings. In the new year, whoever eats it will not only have good luck, but also good fortune."

Sister Xian stood behind her fourth sister, half of her head exposed, and asked Li, "Third aunt, is what Fifth Aunt said right?"

Mrs. Li nodded.

Fine!

She was the one who paid for the golden beans, but it was Gu Jinchu who was the good guy. She smiled helplessly, but her eyes were full of joy.

The two girls cried out in surprise and laughed so hard that their teeth showed.

Old Madam Jiang ordered the servants to wash the golden beans clean, and secretly told her two granddaughters to mark the Yuanxiao and not tell anyone else.

Sister Xian blushed, nodded and said seriously: "Don't worry, grandma, the ones with black sesame seeds are our lucky Yuanxiao..."

After hearing this, Old Madam Jiang couldn't help laughing, and the women in the room, as well as the maids and servants, all started laughing.

Gu Jinchu raised his arm and used the back of his hand to tuck the loose hair on his cheek behind his ear, then he saw Master Jiang Wu standing at the door.

There was a gentle smile in his eyes, and I don't know how long he looked there.