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Xuanyuan Hui's eyes turned cold, "I don't know much about the gentry, do you know how Cui Jinghu's status in the clan compares to yours?"

"Alas," Zhao Xu lamented, "I'm just a dispensable abandoned son in the family. He is the son of the Marquis Mansion, and he will most likely become a prince in the future. How can it be compared to a loser like me who is married off?"

The gift of marriage is what Xuanyuan Hui owes him the most. Up to now, every time he mentions it, he feels guilty and short of breath, so he can't help but smile and refill the wine for him with his own hands, "According to Shijiu Lang, this Cui family has already stood with Deng Dang ?”

The mutton was sliced ​​as thin as a cicada's wings. Zhao Xu picked up a piece and rolled it in the sauce, put it in the dark plate of Xuanyuan, and said indifferently: "How can a family like the Cui family act so rashly? I don't think so." Ah, Cui Changning should be both angry and sad, afraid and worried at the moment."

Xuanyuan Hui smiled softly, "As you did back then?"

Zhao Xu nodded, "It's like my day."

It was snowing heavily, and there was nothing wrong with Zuo Zuo today, so Xuanyuan Hui ordered people to tidy up the place, and then headed towards Li Lou in the backyard.

The construction of the Wang's mansion is simple, but it took a lot of effort because this Lilou is the two people's daily residence.

Few people know that there is a secluded path leading directly from the Qinggai hall to the backyard. Xuanyuan Hui took the lead and walked in front. The black cloak dangled behind him, and the hem was dragged on the snow. It was stained with white, which was quite dazzling.

"If Cui Changning's temperament is really like mine," Zhao Xu said slowly, "if the princess is not too stupid, if she suits his tastes, understands her with reason, moves her with emotion, and seduces her with profit, then it is not unreasonable to vote for Deng Dang." possible."

Xuanyuan Hui slowed down and stood side by side with him, "Oh? Nineteen Lang means that I suit your taste? Should I be complacent?"

Seeing that his expression was much lighter, Zhao Xu said: "When I was in Taixue, I had dealt with Cui Changning. A few years ago, the prince had a testimonial with him, saying that he was not good at general affairs. It was right and wrong."

"Oh?"

The cold wind was biting, Zhao Xu gathered his cloak, "Eight since Deze moved the capital to Xijing, the eight great gentry clans have lived next to each other and share the same spirit, so the world thinks that my eight surnames are one, which is taken for granted. Eight Among the surnames, my Zhao family in Yingchuan has the highest title and the most abundant land, and there are many talented people in the family, let alone a senior official above the third rank, even the prime minister will surely produce one in a few years."

Seeing him trembling, Xuanyuan Hui touched his hand, and it was like ice, and he stretched out his hand to hold it, "You mean, Cui is dissatisfied with Zhao and has always wanted to replace him?"

He was practicing martial arts, but his hands were warm and tight, Zhao Xu covered his hands with his back, "Cui Changning was in Taixue at that time, although he was not very familiar with me, but there was always a faint tendency to compete with me. This time he has become I am afraid that the son-in-law of the Deng family will have a battle with me, the daughter-in-law of the Xuanyuan family."

Xuanyuan Hui couldn't help laughing out loud, "I see, if you are more skinny than this, you are invincible in the world except for those few Deng Dang's idiots."

"Thanks to the high praise of the lord." Zhao Xu thanked her pretendingly.

"By the way, Nineteenth Lang will soon reach the crown in a few months, right? Father is used to seeing you, and I'm afraid he will bestow the title himself."

Zhao Xu said indifferently: "At first, my father drew up a few, but I haven't figured out a clue yet, and now it seems that I don't need it. Since it is a gift from His Majesty, I think it will not be bad."

"That's not necessarily the case," Xuanyuan Hui pointed to the plaque of Lilou, "That's not it."

Speaking of this matter, Zhao Xu became short of breath again, "The grandson of King Ping, the son of Marquis Qi. The holy will is clearly revealed, I'm afraid others will not know what you and I are doing!"

In his opinion, this means that the marriage of the two of them is an expedient move to form an alliance.

Xuanyuan Hui stepped in, although there was no cold wind, the room was still cold and damp.

There are no such luxuries as silver charcoal in Suzhou, and all heating depends on wood, while the northwest is prone to drought, and the trees are precious, and finally even wood is not burned.The rest of the servants and guards who went north with them from the Central Plains all went to do as the Romans did, and burned the cow dung to keep warm, but Zhao Xu was happy and clean all his life, but he refused to die.

"You are also guilty of being a thief, and you are too sensitive. From what I know about the father, he probably praised you, 'He is so ugly, you are as beautiful as peaches and plums'."

Seeing an interruption, he had temporarily forgotten about the matter between the eldest son of the emperor and Cui Jinghu, Zhao Xu felt slightly relieved, "Maybe the old man wants you and me to be 'Tang Di Zhihua'."

Seeing that the hall and study on the first floor were too cold, Xuanyuan Hui suggested, "Go upstairs?"

Zhao Xu led him up, "The north wind is so cool, how about going to bed?"

The couch was covered with extremely thick blankets, and several old quilts were pressed, and the two of them squeezed together to feel a little warm.

"You," Xuanyuan Hui continued to babble, "it's just that you are too stubborn. I happened to go to Suan Ni's room before, and it was very warm. Although that thing sounds inelegant, it doesn't smell much..."

Zhao Xu squinted at him, "Don't talk about it."

Expecting to hit a snag, Xuanyuan Hui had no choice but to sigh, and stuffed his hands into the quilt, "When you were in Taixue, what did you compete with that Cui Jinghu?"

Zhao Xu thought for a while, "It's nothing more than the six arts of a gentleman, taking out hand-talking, painting, etc. The so-called talent competition is nothing more than these."

"Did you win?" Xuanyuan Hui said nervously, grabbing his lapel under the quilt.

Zhao Xu wondered, "Hey, why do you care so much about me competing with him?"

Xuanyuan Hui sneered, "My lady can't be worse than Xiaohui's husband!"

No wonder... It seems that this is an old enmity, and judging by his expression, it seems that it is still a blood feud.

"In short," Zhao Xu continued, "Cui Jinghu is not without high talents. Even if it is me, we will win or lose with him."

"Aren't you the number one genius?"

"Can this be believed? Cui Jinghu is known as the number one talented person in Hedong, and Lu Yuan is known as the number one talented person in Beijing. What is a mere talented person from the Taixue?"

Xuanyuan Hui was dumbfounded, "So the name of a talented scholar is so worthless?"

"Are you as valuable as the prince?" Zhao Xu said angrily, "What's going on with you and Princess Xiaohui?"

After sitting in the Qinggai hall for a day, Xuanyuan Hui simply lay down and rested his head on Zhao Xu, "What else... At that time, my mother and concubine were seriously ill, and my father and Dugu mother concubine sent people to invite the imperial concubine one after another. Doctor, but in the end I tried every means to evade, saying that Princess Xiaohui had a cold occasionally. In desperation, I ran to Zhu Jingdian and begged..."

Counting the age silently in his heart, Xuanyuan Hui was only five or six years old at that time, Zhao Xu twisted the quilt, put his hands on his shoulders, and said nothing.

"The gate was closed, so I asked the little yellow gate that followed me to knock, but they still wouldn't open, so I kowtowed to see them. I don't know which nun showed kindness and secretly opened the west corner gate for me. I broke in and found out... ..."

"What?" Zhao Xu had already guessed eight points in his heart.

Xuanyuan Hui said coldly: "It's true that the imperial doctors are in Zhu Jingdian, but they are all drinking tea and talking, and Xiaohui...she is playing on the swing!"

The author has something to say: Guofeng Zhaonan

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He Bi is so beautiful, as beautiful as peaches and plums!The grandson of King Ping and the son of Marquis Qi.

What is its fishing dimension?Wesley Min.Son of Marquis Qi, grandson of King Ping.

This poem was written in the Western Zhou Dynasty, and it was written for the concubine of "Wu Wang's daughter, Wen Wang's grandson" to marry the son of Qihou. by Du Niang Encyclopedia