[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

Zhan Zhao's head was in a mess, and after a long while, he thought of something that he almost ignored. He drank with people outside on weekdays, and his face didn't turn red after drinking three jars of wine. Are you unconscious?

Just when Zhan Zhao's mind was in a mess, Zhao Ning's voice sounded in the room: "Are you awake?"

Zhao Ning stood up, sat on the head of the bed with a bowl of something unknown, and said, "This is hangover soup."

Without powder and daisy, the color is like the morning glow reflecting the snow.

In a daze, Zhan Zhao understood why Gongsun Ce had such a heartbroken expression when he talked about Zhao Ning.

Zhan Zhao Ququan coughed lightly, he was curled up in the bed wearing only a small jacket, he didn't wake up, he didn't feel sorry.

As if seeing through Zhan Zhao's embarrassment, Zhao Ning said, "You don't need to get up and salute, I'll take your clothes and make people smoke."

"The smell of alcohol is too strong."

Zhao Ning added.

"Nothing happened last night, so of course nothing happened this morning."

Her voice was clear and cold, the same as when we first met, and there was not much expression on her face.

The aggrieved little girl who burst into tears after being drunk last night seemed to be a hallucination in Zhan Zhao's mind.

Zhan Zhao was startled, then understood what she meant, nodded, and said, "Naturally."

"You drink the medicine first, and I'll get you clothes. My medicine is very bitter, you remember to eat candied fruit."

After saying this, she turned and left.

The long skirt dragged on the carpet, but it was hard to tell whether those feet were wearing shoes or socks.

After Zhao Ning left, Zhan Zhao got up and drank the medicine. After taking a sip, he couldn't take it any more—this medicine was really bitter, and Zhao Ning's words were too tactful.

After Zhan Zhao frowned and finished drinking, Zhao Ning came back, holding his clothes in his hands, and on the clothes were two waist cards lying brightly.

One is the waist plate of a fourth-rank bodyguard with a sword, and the other is engraved with a dragon and a phoenix, but only engraved with the word Ning.

Zhan Zhao raised his head in doubt, but saw her pupils cut water, and her expression relaxed: "This is my badge, you just hold it."

"It will help you when you are on an errand in the future."

Zhao Ning said so.

Zhan Zhao naturally didn't accept it, put on his clothes, and prepared to leave.

The maid Nan Xing knocked on the door: "Princess, the guards have changed their duties."

Zhan Zhao retreated with fists in his hands, his figure flitted across the branches of the roof, and soon left the palace.

The moment his footsteps hit the ground, there was a gust of wind behind his ears, Zhan Zhao blocked it with his sword, and a sachet fell to the ground.

Zhan Zhao picked it up, took out a golden waist card from inside, looked around, and saw a figure in maid costume disappearing on the roof.

Zhan Zhao: "..."

Zhan Zhao didn't understand what it meant, but he had no choice but to accept it.

Zhan Zhao took the waist badge of Princess Shouning, went back to Kaifeng mansion, clicked his hair, and then went to patrol the streets.

The fourth-rank bodyguard with a knife in front of the imperial court, the official position is neither big nor small. Although he is a bodyguard, he doesn't have to hang around the emperor, and it saves the constraints of the palace rules. Zhao is very satisfied.

After making a tour, Zhan Zhao was about to change another street when he saw the sedan chair of the Eight Sage Kings.

The Eighth Sage King returned from the palace to the palace, and the forbidden army cleared the way. Halfway through, the king was stopped by someone.

It was a woman who was blocking the way, leading a pair of children, dressed in rags, in extreme poverty. The two children were sallow and emaciated, and there were tears on their dirty little faces.

When Wang Jia was intercepted on the road, he was punished as an assassin.

The guards who accompanied him drew their swords, and the daylight shone down, and the blades gleamed white.

The woman was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, trembling and unable to speak, the two children were crying loudly in her arms.

Looking at her appearance, Zhan Zhao realized that the woman was not a martial artist, and if she was punished as an assassin, her life would be lost.

Zhan Zhao couldn't bear it, and was about to step forward to save the siege, when he saw the maid who threw the badge in the morning approaching, Zhan Zhao stopped in his tracks.

The imperial guard put the sword back into its sheath, and the woman said words of thanks.

The maid smiled and led her to Shouning Princess to answer.

The imperial guards stood by their swords, and the woman was holding her two children, trembling.

Feng rushed forward, stretched out a hand with a jade bracelet, rubbed the girl's dirty face, and then wiped away the tears from her face with a handkerchief.

Zhan Zhao withdrew his gaze.

It is said that the imperial power is oppressive, but the princess of Shouning County is approachable.

This time, if the other royal family is changed, I am afraid that the woman will peel off her skin if she does not die.

When Zhan Zhao returned to Kaifeng Mansion, it was almost noon, and Bao Zheng had just finished questioning the case all morning. At that time, he was sitting and resting in the pavilion in the backyard of the mansion, with his master Gongsun Ce circling around him.

In Zhan Zhao's impression, Gongsun Ce is mostly confident and calm, and seldom so anxious. In the spirit of colleagues, Zhan Zhao asked, "Master Gongsun, why are you panicking?"

Gongsun Ce looked up at Zhan Zhao, and said, "The Eight Sage King's birthday is coming soon."

Zhan Zhao let out a cry, what does the Eight Sage King's birthday have to do with his panic?

Gongsun Ce said: "When you first enter the officialdom, it's normal that you don't know many rules. The Eight Worthy Kings are the biological father of the current Holy Majesty. Everyone in the officialdom must attend his birthday."

Zhan Zhao snorted again, glanced at Bao Zheng who was empty-handed, and asked, "Are you worried about the gift?"

Gongsun Ce nodded, acquiescing.

Zhan Zhao wondered, "Since it's his birthday, it's just a matter of finding some things he likes and sending them over."

Gongsun Ce wiped off his sweat: "Lord Bao's annual salary is not enough to feed the Eight Worthy King's dogs with a bowl of porridge."

Bao Zheng clutched his chest, he didn't know whether he felt sorry for his salary, or he felt that he was not as good as a dog, his face was dark like ink that couldn't be melted away: "This mansion is full of righteousness, and our sleeves are clean, how can there be any money to buy him a gift?" !"

Everyone fell into silence, Zhan Zhao stroked the Juque Sword, and glanced around.

The most valuable thing in Nuo Da Kaifeng Mansion is probably his sword.

Gongsun Ce wondered: "My lord, is this not good?"

Then he told Zhang Long: "How much tea is left in the mansion that no one drinks? Just pack it up and send it over. The eight wise kings on the left and right only drink imperial tea, and he can't taste the tea next to it."

Zhang Long asked: "Which one is nobody drinking?"

Gongsun Ce said, "It's the kind that costs one copper plate and one catty."

"Bullshit!"

Bao Zheng slapped the table, his eyes widened, and he said: "The Eighth Wise King is the Holy Father, how can you be so negligent!"

Zhang Long shrank his neck, Gongsun Ce looked guilty, and Zhan Zhao looked at Bao Zheng with great interest.

Under the attention of all the people, Bao Zheng said: "How can you get one copper plate and one catty, no matter what, you have to give two copper coins per catty."

The dynasty brought the tea leaves over, and Gongsun Ce found red paper, wrapped it layer by layer, and wrote cursive words on it, wishing the eight sage kings good luck and longevity.

After such a lot of tossing, the value of the two copper coins per catty of tea rose a lot.

Zhan Zhao looked at it coldly, and compared with the tea leaves that cost tens of taels of silver a catty, there was no difference.

Bao Zheng nodded in satisfaction, waiting for the Eight Sage Kings to pass their birthday.

On the day of the eight sage king's birthday, Bao Zheng held the "precious" tea with his own hands, got up the sedan chair, led Zhan Zhao Gong Sun Ce, and the dynasty mahan Zhang Long Zhao Hu, and came to the eight sage king in a mighty way. mansion.

A catty of tea leaves can feed everyone in the mansion, this business is very cost-effective.

Bao Zheng smiled brightly with a black face.

The Baxian King is an elegant man, with towers and pavilions in his mansion, nine curved corridors, small bridges and flowing water tinkling, Zhan Zhao almost mistakenly thought that he had entered a maze.

Bao Zheng bowed deeply, and handed over the congratulatory gift. The bright red box stood out in front of the gold, silver and jade wares in the room.

Bao Zheng didn't change his face, and finished his congratulatory speech.

The Eighth Wise King stroked his beard, looked at the expensive-looking tea leaves, thought about how much Bao Zheng's salary was for a year, and then looked at a group of dark people behind Bao Zheng, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, and they greeted each other with pain on their faces. he.

From time to time, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor gave things, the court ladies and eunuchs kept coming and going, and the son-in-law Chen Shimei came to celebrate his birthday, and the maids of the palace led everyone to their seats.

Bao Zhengjian was in the emperor's heart, and Zhan Zhao was granted the title of imperial cat by the emperor, so their status was only behind the clan's relatives.

When he was seated, Zhan Zhao saw the son-in-law Chen Shimei in a python robe.

With a face like a crown of jade, lips like rouge, and a pair of warm eyes unique to a scholar, this is indeed a good skin that can make people linger in their dreams.

Behind the screen, Zhucui shook and made a soft sound, Zhan Zhao's eyelids twitched, and he smelled the familiar incense.

Zhan Zhao sighed, this princess is too infatuated!

Officials came to offer a toast to Bao Zheng, Bao Zheng refused to drink, Zhan Zhao stopped him, filled the glass with wine, touched it lightly, drank it with his neck up, and turned the wine glass outwards, his face remained the same, the official praised: "Zhan Zhao My lord is good at drinking."

While pushing the cups and changing the cups, the sound of playing with the pipa sounded from behind the screen. Everyone was shocked. Who would dare to disturb the Eight Sage King's birthday here?

The hall fell silent.

The Eighth Sage King looked relieved and smiled all over his face: "Daughter, what's so strange?"

It turned out to be Princess Shouning, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, but Chen Shimei clenched her wine glass tightly, her eyes only fixed on the screen.

Behind the screen, Jiaoying sang at the beginning: "My daughter has a new piece of music, and I want to dedicate it to my father."

"Oh?"

The Eighth Sage King smiled knowingly, and said, "Quickly call someone over."

Chen Shimei's reaction surprised Zhan Zhao, but after thinking about it, it made sense again.

Zhan Zhao lowered his head and ate the food without saying a word.

A slender figure stepped out from the screen, holding a pipa in his arms, seemingly weeping.

The eight virtuous king's birthday was originally a festive day, but Princess Shouning found such a singer, and everyone was a little suspicious.

Bao Zheng and Zhan Zhao looked at each other, feeling a little puzzled.

The Baxian King frowned slightly, but Zhan Zhao felt that the singer looked familiar. After she moved away from the pipa, he realized that it was the woman who stopped him a few days ago.

She changed her attire, applied rouge and powder, her hair was full of emeralds and emeralds, and under the careful make-up, she had a bit of a good color, which was very different from her previous down-and-out appearance.

The singer sang: "Thirteenth I can weave vegetables, fourteenth I learn to tailor clothes. Fifteenth I play the harp, and sixteenth I recite poems and books. Seventeenth I am a gentleman's wife, and my heart is always bitter..."

The singing is sad, and the diva weeps.

Zhan Zhao glanced at Chen Shimei who was at the side, his hands trembled slightly, his fingertips turned white, he could barely hold the silver cup, and spilled all the wine on the table.

The author has something to say: QAQ, the stupid author who overhauled while crying