Jiaohua

Chapter 127
"Master Hou, you're back." Seeing Hou Jing'an bring someone back from a distance, the concubine rushed to meet him.

Marquis Jing'an's expression was very bad, he didn't speak, and pointed to the side while walking: "You all go out first."

The concubine looked at those maidservants and said softly: "Let's go out first."

"Yes."

The maidservants blessed, turned and left.

Jing'an Hou strode towards the table, did not sit down, and shook the pen, ink and paperweight on the table with a wave of his hand.

The blue and white jade engraved pine and cypress pen holder fell to the ground together with the pen hanging on the agarwood base, making a loud noise on the ground.

"Master Hou, what's the matter?" The concubine stepped forward softly.

The military division and a few school lieutenants came in behind, their expressions were not very good-looking.

The military adviser glanced at the pen and paper and the ground that had been splashed with ink, and then looked at Marquis Jing'an.

"Then Mr. Shen, did you offend Lord Hou?" The concubine asked again.

"No one takes me seriously, no one takes me seriously!" Jing Anhou yelled furiously.

"Master Hou, take a breather." The concubine hurriedly comforted her.

Marquis Jing An shook off her hand and sat down behind the table, his eyes were red and his eyes were dull.

The military adviser paused for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Master Hou, it's also possible, those two little kids are not taken seriously by anyone, not just for you..."

The concubine poured water and handed it over: "Master Hou, don't worry."

The Marquis of Jing'an didn't pick it up, and looked at the water patterns in the teacup, wave after wave, reflecting the candlelight, and what was reflected was the simple beams of the earthen temple above his head.

Thinking back to his youth in the capital, fresh clothes and furious horses, full of vigor and vigor, and seeing how he is now, living in Jing'an, pointing and pointing in the city and village, full of humiliation, insults and vicious curses, he is really depressed.

Hou Jing'an shook his hand, and pushed the teacup up to the ground.

"Bitch!" Marquis Jing An scolded.

The teacup shattered on the ground and splashed in all directions with the water, the concubine jumped back in shock, and when she heard Hou Jing'an's scolding again, her complexion turned pale.

The military master didn't speak, and lowered his head, knowing that the scolding by Marquis Jing'an was not about the concubine.

Lieutenant Lin looked at the atmosphere in the room and couldn't help it anymore, and said, "Master Hou, you must be angry with them, I don't understand, why do we have to give them face? That brat has no status in the Shen family No matter how favored he is in the Guo family, he is just a nephew. When he grows up, even if the Guo family and the Shen family praise him in the end, what does those two families have to do with us? Drunk deer is not close to us, but farther away from the capital Alright."

The strategist grabbed Lieutenant Lin, gestured with his eyes, and shook his head.

Lieutenant Lin glared at him and scolded him in a low voice: "Why don't you let me talk?"

Hou Jing'an's face was gloomy and ugly. He took a deep breath and looked up at Lieutenant Lin: "What are you doing here? Go back and rest."

Lieutenant Lin still wanted to speak, but the military division stopped him again.

"Master Hou, we will retire." The military division said to Hou Jing'an.

There were only two people left in the room, and the concubine felt lingering fear, and said softly: "Master Hou, I'll go and order some hot water to be boiled. Is today a medicine bath or a flower bath?"

Jing'an Hou shook his head invisibly: "None."

"But Master Hou..."

"How long do you think Emperor Xuanyan can last?" Jing'an Hou asked suddenly.

The concubine was startled, and then said in a daze: "Master Hou, why are you..."

Marquis Jing'an looked at the door in confusion, and said, "There's nothing rebellious about it, it's just the two of us now."

The concubine paused, lowered her head, and didn't dare to speak.

After a long silence, the Marquis of Jingan said again: "Do you know what the Marquis is most afraid of now?"

The concubine shook her head.

"Have you ever heard of the horoscope of "swallowing the knife and scraping the intestines to reform oneself?"

The concubine hurriedly raised her head, her eyes widened: "Master, swallow, swallow the knife?"

"How could Zhao Zhi swallow the knife and scrape his intestines? Therefore, it must be the Tao family and me that he wants to scrape." Jing'anhou's eyes became fierce, "He has been emperor for so many years, he is very treacherous, and deliberately kept our Tao family Let the world scold us, and when the time comes, everyone will be angry, and he will kill us with a knife to comfort the people and win the hearts of the people."

The concubine frowned: "Master Hou, are you..."

Thinking too much...

But the concubine did not dare to say.

"Even if he didn't plan like that, when the time comes, he might have thought of this, and," Jing'an Hou looked at Meiqie, "you said that if Zhao Zhi can't keep his throne, Song Zhiyi Or if Lin Zhiyi and Guo Zhiyi are overthrown, will the new emperor keep my Tao family?"

This look made the concubine's heart skip a beat, and her complexion turned even paler.

"Master Hou, what do you mean... we can't escape this calamity?"

"The people of the world wish for us to be exterminated, obey the people, and win the hearts of the people. Which new emperor would not do this? You know, we are standing on the edge of a cliff!"

The concubine nodded slightly, and said softly: "I understand, the Zuilu Guo family has a thousand years of history, their popularity may be able to keep us."

"Yes," Hou Wang of Jing'an returned to the door, his voice was flimsy, "It's not unreasonable for the Guo family to be established for thousands of years, they have the ability."

"But Mr. Shen..."

"Young and frivolous," Jing'an Hou said as if comforting himself, "bear it, I have to bear it."

"Hmm..." Mei Qie nodded again, recalling the girl's appearance at this moment, raised her eyebrows and said, "I see that girl, Mr. Shen seems to treat her differently, and he respects her very much."

"You mean I'm not as good as a girl?" Jing'an Hou said immediately.

"No, no, what this concubine and maidservant mean is that she is still a child after all, she is a little perverse, but maybe she can be coaxed by talking well."

The girl's eyes and smile appeared in front of his eyes, Jing'an Hou felt a chill for no reason, and waved his hands: "No need."

"The concubine can try..."

"Have you ever seen me as a military advisor being overwhelmed by someone?" Jing Anhou asked.

The concubine paused.

"This girl is not easy to deal with, and she is not simple. Her clothes look shabby, but she has an extraordinary bearing. If she is not from a good family, she must have been educated by a famous Confucianist." When Jing Anhou said this, he became thoughtful, "However, that boy Shen Lie asked me about Qingzhou Shenglao."

"What did he ask Qingzhou Shenglao?"

"It is important to suppress bandits."

"Qingzhou Shenglao..." The concubine read these four words in a low voice, and said, "The only connection between Shen Langjun and Qingzhou Shenglao is that the elder brother is familiar with him. Qingzhou Shenglao is extremely capable, and he If you help Shen Yan, and Shen Shuangcheng doesn't want to see Mr. Shen, then the Shen family's property..."

"Women's opinion!" Jing'an Hou slapped the table and shouted, "You are all thinking about the infighting in the back house. Shen Lie has the Guo family in charge, is supported by Mrs. Shen and Mrs. Shen, and the eldest son His status is already there, how could he care about it!"

"The concubine and servant don't dare!" The concubine hurriedly lowered her head.

The Marquis of Jing'an withdrew his gaze, supported his forehead on the table with a headache.

No matter what, this is an important matter, Shen Lie opened his mouth on this matter to him, he has to figure out something.

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(End of this chapter)