Chapter 897 Old Yan, how about I slap your son?
In the early morning, Jiang Qingzhi woke up slowly.
The expected splitting headache did not come.
Instead, there was a kind of ease that made him particularly curious and unfamiliar.
The bed was built before the wedding.
There were auspicious carvings on the wooden pillars. Jiang Qingzhi looked at them carefully and even though he could only see some outlines in the dim light, he still thought they were beautiful.
There is a fragrance in the air, that is the smell of powder.
I took a breath and felt a little cold, but my lungs didn't feel itchy.
It’s a very, very beautiful world.
Jiang Qingzhi felt that everything before him was brand new.
He quietly got up, walked out of the bedroom, and knocked gently on the door next to him.
The wet nurse worked very hard and slept in her clothes at night. When she opened the door and saw Jiang Qingzhi, she was surprised and said, "Uncle, it's still early!"
"It's getting late." Jiang Qingzhi walked in, picked up the child, and wrapped him up skillfully.
"Roc!"
Dapeng's eyes are big and innocent.
"son!"
"Yeah!"
"Boy!"
"Yeah!"
"Baby, ah...mu!"
Jiang Qingzhi kissed his son's cheek hard and felt a sense of blood connection.
"Today, Dad will tell you a joke. Once upon a time, there was a temple. Inside the temple was an old monk. The old monk said, once upon a time..."
"Wow!"
"Okay! Dad, let's change the story. What should we change? Taking the warehouses to the Ming Dynasty? It is said that Fang Xing, a worker, won a five-day tour in a lottery one day and went to Yingjiang with a tour group. When he was visiting the largest dock in Yingjiang, a black hole suddenly appeared and sucked him and the warehouses full of supplies at the dock to the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago..."
The nurse covered her mouth and laughed, "Uncle, young uncle can understand."
What black hole, what dock, are you fooling your son like this? What about the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago...
The wet nurse couldn't help but go out and have fun for a while.
"... Fang Xing shouted, "Old Seven, do it!" Old Seven Xin drew his sword and rushed forward, killing the man with just one strike... Okay, let's stop here for today, and we'll continue next time."
Jiang Qingzhi carried the child back to the bedroom. Li Tian pulled up the quilt to cover her head, leaving only her black hair on the pillow. She said in a muffled voice, "Don't bother me."
"Call me mother!" Jiang Qingzhi put the child on the quilt, then reached in and took a look...
"It's so cold! My husband, you...you're crazy! Let go, let go...it's freezing!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Giggle!"
The father and son laughed.
"Master, wake up!"
Sun Chonglou’s shout came as expected.
"coming!"
Jiang Qingzhi took down the sword hanging on the wall, and Li Tian pulled down the quilt fiercely. "In the past, my husband was calculating how long it would take to finish the training. If it was faster, he could spend more time with the children. He was so anxious. Why is he not anxious today?"
"As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy." Jiang Qingzhi said slowly, "Practice is not the goal, but the means. Time is like that, there is always time to squeeze in. Practice when you need to practice, stop when you need to stop. Why should you be controlled by practice?"
Li Tian: “…”
"Look, my wife is stupid, isn't she?" Jiang Qingzhi smiled, "But it's better to be stupid. People who are too smart are doomed to be unhappy."
The door closed, and Jiang Qingzhi's footsteps sounded much lighter than usual.
Li Tian sat up, holding the child, frowning and tilting her head, "This man seems to be really different."
Last night everyone drank till almost the end of the hour of the Ox. Now they all looked lazy and yawned constantly.
When Jiang Qingzhi finished practicing a set of sword techniques with a refreshing look, Sun Chonglou was surprised. "Young Master's sword techniques have improved."
"Haha!" Jiang Qingzhi just laughed it off.
"Really?" Xu Wei's swordsmanship remained unchanged. "My uncle and I have been practicing for a similar amount of time. Have I improved?"
Master Sun Chonglou sighed: "Your swordsmanship...was only barely enough to save your life."
"What about now?"
"Now...if you see the enemy, run away! The faster the better."
Xu Wei: “…”
Xia Yan looked silent.
Jiang Qingzhi enjoyed his breakfast very much.
She ate three meat patties as big as a human face, two bowls of sweet soy milk, and a sticky glutinous rice ball, which made Li Tian astonished. "Didn't my husband say that eating less is good for health?"
"If you deserve to die, you should not live. As long as you don't commit suicide, it's okay to eat until you are 90% full. If you follow the rules in everything, even if you can live to be a hundred years old, it will be torture."
Jiang Qingzhi stuffed the last meat pie into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it with soy milk. "It's perfect. By the way, if you have time, you can go back to your mother's house."
"How can you always go back to your mother's house?"
"You are getting married, not reincarnated." Jiang Qingzhi said seriously: "If you want to go back, go back. If you don't want to go back, don't go back. Remember, you and I are husband and wife, you don't need to force yourself."
How could this be so unorthodox? Li Tian: "..."
"look up!"
Li Tian looked up.
Jiang Qingzhi stood up, leaned over, and quickly kissed her on the forehead, "Good morning, my lady!"
Li Tian covered her forehead and watched him laugh as he walked out.
"Madam, my uncle..." Huang Yan'er, who was serving on the side, blushed, but felt very warm and even began to look forward to her future husband.
If only my husband could treat me like this... Huang Yan'er couldn't help but be stunned.
"You're just being crazy!" Li Tian chuckled.
"My lady, the uncle told you to do whatever you want, this is against the rules!" Huang Yan'er said seriously: "Before I left, my wife told me that after I got married, I should abide by the rules of a wife, support my husband and raise my children, not disobey my husband, and not think about my parents' home... But the uncle said that you should make the decision yourself!" "It's against the rules."
"Ok!"
"Rules..." Li Tian thought about the changes in her man over the past two days, "Do you think my husband is doing this for a good or bad thing?"
"Of course... yes." Huang Yan'er said honestly: "My wife always has to pretend to be virtuous, but it's actually very uncomfortable!"
Li Tian glanced at her. As a confidant who had followed him for many years, Huang Yaner knew her true nature.
Huang Yaner said, "Actually, my lady, after arriving at the Bo's Mansion, I was also pretending! I was afraid of embarrassing you, so I pretended to be well-educated and well-mannered, and endured even when something happened. Actually... I didn't want to pretend at all."
"Everyone is pretending." Li Tian sighed, "But my husband seems to have seen through my thoughts, which is why he said this."
The two had been married for many years, but it was not until this morning that Jiang Qingzhi's words opened the cage in his wife's heart.
That cage has a name: rules.
When I left the house, Xin'an Lane was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, and there was a drizzle that slowly fell in the mist without me noticing.
There were countless traces on the stone road, and the sound of horse hooves hitting each other was crisp.
"Uncle, he's going out!" An old man stood at the door and walked back and forth with his hands in his sleeves.
"Yeah! Go out for a walk. Have you eaten?"
"Not yet. My grandson was disobedient today, so I gave him a good beating. I have no appetite for food."
"If you don't obey, you will be beaten."
"That makes sense. If you don't fight, you won't succeed."
"Yes, but don't hit me too hard."
"I know. The thin bamboo strips are as thick as a little finger. They won't hurt anyone."
"Every time I pull it out, it becomes red and swollen, and it hurts a lot."
"My Lord actually knew this?"
"I was beaten for being disobedient when I was a kid."
"Hahahaha!"
"Uncle, have you eaten?"
"have eaten."
"Uncle, I'm going out!"
"Yeah! Something's up."
Jiang Qingzhi had never been so proactive in greeting the neighbors. Sun Bu Tong said, "In the past, Uncle's greetings to the neighbors were more like socializing, but today is different."
Bol said, "A powerful lord... If he were in Lisbon, he would live far away from the common people and would be escorted when he traveled. The common people would not even be able to approach him, let alone say hello."
"Those barbarians." Sun Chonglou said disdainfully.
Mo Zhan glanced at Boer, but Boer said seriously: "Well! Those barbarians think they are as noble as gods, but in fact they are as crude as pigs."
This guy now considers himself a true Ming Dynasty man.
Walking out of the alley, you will be greeted by the hustle and bustle.
There were more and more stalls outside, and people were coming and going, blocking the road.
"Make way!" said Boll.
A young girl was looking through sesame cakes with a bamboo basket on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Boer, and said in surprise, "It's a foreigner!"
Bol said seriously: "My name is Bol, and I am from the Ming Dynasty. I have a Ming Dynasty household registration, so you should call me a Ming Dynasty person, thank you!"
The girl took a step back and asked, "Are you from the Ming Dynasty?"
"The real deal!" Bol said proudly.
The longer he stayed in Ming Dynasty, the more he realized that Lisbon was a sewer, filthy from the people to the environment.
From the king to the peddlers, everyone takes pride in burning, killing and looting, and everyone aims at fame and fortune, just like a jungle world.
……
The days of long-term duty in Zhilu were actually not easy. Memorials were constantly delivered to the emperor, and Yan Song and his son had to deal with them constantly. Sometimes there were more emergencies, and the father and son were so busy that they could not go home for several days in a row.
There were countless memorials yesterday. Although they knew that most of them were impeachment of Jiang Qingzhi, Yan Song and his son did not dare to be negligent. They read through them one by one and gave suggestions.
"Hey!"
Yan Song raised his head and put the last memorial on the desk. Seeing that his son was still working on it, he said, "Donglou, take a break!"
Yan Shifan picked up the memorial with a look of sarcasm in his eyes, "Those people are starting to turn against us."
"Hmm?" Yan Song rubbed his eyes, "What did you say?"
"He praised Jiang Qingzhi, saying that he hated evil." Yan Shifan said disdainfully, "The words he used were vulgar and uncivilized."
"It was intentional." Yan Song smiled. "The more vulgar and uncultured it is, the more people will look down on us. It was originally a big mistake, but when His Majesty saw the vulgar words in the memorial, he just laughed it off."
"He has a lot of tricks, but this is just the beginning." Yan Shifan said, "Once public opinion changes, those dignitaries become rats crossing the street. Your Majesty is not taking action, and no one knows who the next Yang Xiao will be. Wait and see, today will be even more lively."
"Prime Minister." The attendant came in. "Jiang Qingzhi is here."
"Oh! Has this person had enough of hiding at home and watching the fun?" Yan Song said lightly.
"Motosuke!"
Before anyone arrives, the sound is heard first.
Jiang Qingzhi came in.
"There are many memorials impeaching you." Yan Song started with this.
Jiang Qingzhi had to explain, and then Yan Song and his son took the opportunity to put forward their own opinions... mixed with some personal opinions.
If you want to fight against the powerful, Jiang Qingzhi will need the help of my father and me.
Therefore, everyone should share the benefits.
Jiang Qingzhi glanced at Yan Song and smiled, "Old Yan, I'm the one who got beaten, but you're the one who enjoyed it. Do you think this is appropriate? Put away your little thoughts. This matter requires Zhilu to make a gesture..."
Jiang Qingzhi turned his eyes and glanced at Yan Shifan who was sneering, "The Central Government is dissatisfied with the rich and powerful. This matter is not over yet!"
This is forcing the powerful to make concessions. Either wait for the reckoning later, or... make compensation!
"Chang Wei Bo can do it on his own," said Yan Shifan.
Jiang Qingzhi looked at Yan Shifan and said to Yan Song with a smile, "Old Yan, how about I slap the Minister of the Ministry of Rites in front of you?"
Yan Song and his son changed color!
(End of this chapter)
