Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 131 Seeing the Parents

The carriage rumbled from Zhao Mansion to the main street.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, it was still early, and there were few pedestrians on the road, only the carriages that were busy with errands came and went, and hurried across the long street, leaving a faint trail of water.

Deyue Tower is located between Hanguang Gate and Zhuque Gate, occupying the best location in the imperial city, and it is also the most luxurious restaurant in Chang'an.

The boss is a very winking person, and he was waiting at the gate with an umbrella early in the morning.

As soon as he saw Zhao Mansion's carriage, he went up to greet him personally: "Please greet the Prime Minister."

Zhao Ziyi gave a faint "hmm".

Zhao Xi slightly lifted the curtain and was stunned.

Two people were kneeling on the ground.

To be precise, it was two servants who kowtowed respectfully: "Greetings to Ms. Zhao, the road is slippery in rainy days, please slow down, Ms.

Accompanying Jinxiu reminded in a low voice: "Miss, they are the servants hired by the restaurant to pick up the car. When it rains and snows, the nobles are afraid of getting their shoes and socks dirty, so they just step on their bodies to get out of the car."

"..."

Zhao Xi was silent for a while, then retracted the outstretched foot.

It was raining heavily, and the two women were prostrate on the ground, with dirty water and mud splashed all over their heads and faces, but they didn't care to wipe it off.

Zhao Xiwei only glanced at it, and remembered the scene when he was kneeling on Zhuque Street that day.

When you experience pain yourself, you can better understand the plight of others.

Who doesn't want a decent life, and which woman doesn't cherish her body.

The way the woman was lying in the rain hurt a soft part of her heart for no reason.

Back then, her mother also held her in her arms when she was seriously ill and comatose, kneeling in the rain like this, just to get ten copper coins, the mother could kneel for half an hour.

The rain and sand also stained my mother's face in the same way.

Who would have thought that such a woman was originally a noble young lady.

Now, she is the daughter of the prime minister's mansion.

But she also didn't want to see those women who were similar to her mother, kneeling in the rain so humblely for a meal and a copper coin.

A faint bitterness surged up, and she said softly to the two servants kneeling on the ground: "You all get up."

"Ah? Ms. Zhao..." The two servants raised their heads in astonishment, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety, "This servant is guilty, miss, you can beat or scold you if you want, please don't drive this servant away."

Zhao Xiwei nodded to Jinxiu, and Jinxiu took out two purses from her sleeves, and handed them over with a smile: "This is a reward from our lady. Our lady said that the weather is bad, so I want you to help."

If they were directly driven away, they might be fined and deducted from wages by the restaurant owner.

It's better to let them help, not only taking care of their face, but also taking care of their wallets.

"Your servant obeys." The two servants did not dare to refuse.

Zhao Xi raised the hem of his skirt slightly, and got out of the car dignifiedly.

The raindrops suddenly became rapid, and the streets and pavilions gradually became blurred, as if the god accidentally knocked over a bowl of ink, and the earth was blurred into a faded ink painting.

In the restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the street, the voices of the high-spirited chatter suddenly fell silent.

Everyone involuntarily cast their gazes out of the window.

In this light blue and light gray rain scene, only a pink figure is bright and beautiful.

Her steps are steady and her figure is light, like a pink rose blooming in the mist and rain in Jiangnan in early spring, soft and delicate, but tough and indifferent.

As if no matter how the heavy rain washes away, the whole world loses its color, but she remains confident and will never change.

When he arrived at the main entrance of the restaurant, Zhao Xiwei raised his head, and saw a person looking down at him in front of the window on the second floor.

Through the blue window screen, she couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but she could clearly feel that sharp and majestic line of sight, full of scrutiny and exploration.

From her bun, to her eyebrows, to her dress, it fell firmly on her waist.

She couldn't help shivering.

For the first time, I really understood a fact that was almost ignored by myself:
This person is the crown prince of a country with strong means and cold heart.

His displeasure could be felt from afar, Zhao Xiwei didn't dare to neglect, and was hurriedly led up to the second floor by the maid.

The second floor was cleared early, and two brocade-clothed guards stood at the door of the private room, one on the left and the other on the right. Seeing Zhao Xiwei, both of them had subtle expressions.

Zhao Xiwei was a little puzzled.

Zhao Ziyi followed closely behind, casting a heavy glance at the two of them, and they immediately clasped their fists in salute: "My lord, please."

"Miss Zhao, please."

Zhao Xiwei took another look at the two of them.

One of them was handsome, fair-skinned, and had a very friendly smile. They met in Hucao, she knew him, and it was Yuan Ce.

The other has sharp eyebrows, thin lips, and a stern aura, like an arrow that is about to come out of the clouds, and it only needs to give an order to take people's lives.

Seeing that Zhao Xi was slightly startled, he moved his eyebrows slightly, and saluted respectfully: "Miss Zhao, Your Highness is inside."

"Thank you."

Although he felt that they were a little strange, Zhao Xiwei didn't show much. He just thanked them gently, and they led them into the private room on the right.

Li Xuanye was sipping a cup of tea by the window, when he saw them coming in, he turned around and nodded slightly: "Prime Minister Zhao, Miss Zhao." It was regarded as a greeting.

Zhao Ziyi cupped his hands and saluted: "His Royal Highness."

"Excuse me, sit down." Li Xuanye flicked his sleeves, and his words were so short that they were almost indifferent, which made Zhao Xiwei suspect for a moment that it was not him who asked for help this time, but himself.

The father and daughter sat down, Yuan Ce came up and poured tea.

Zhao Ziyi took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "I have confirmed that the Taihe Rice Shop under the name of the second younger brother and sister in the house has enough food for [-] shi. Although it is a drop in the bucket for disaster relief, it can also relieve the disaster area for a while." As a matter of urgency, I believe that we should build porridge sheds first, appease the refugees who have no fixed place to live, wait for the grain and rice dispatch from Changping warehouse to arrive, and distribute grain and rice to every household, and the disaster situation will be solved.”

Li Xuanye nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Zhao Ziyi drank half a cup of tea. Seeing that Li Xuanye hadn't spoken for a long time, she glanced at Zhao Xiwei. Seeing that her expression was calm, without the slightest panic, and her eyes showed some appreciation, she coughed and said, "Because The rice shop is the private property of the second younger brother and sister in the mansion, so it would be inconvenient for the minister to act as the middleman. Fortunately, my daughter has a good relationship with all the aunts at the mansion, so let my daughter discuss with His Highness."

This was a high-sounding statement, but only Zhao Xi, who was kept in the dark, took it seriously.

She got up and gently bowed her knees to salute: "Thanks to His Highness's trust, the little girl will do her best."

Li Xuanye's eyes turned, like a dragonfly touching water, and lightly passed over her body.

Zhao Xiwei turned outside lightly: "Jinxiu, bring up the account book."

"Yes." Jinxiu came in with a thick booklet in her hands, she lowered her head the whole time, not daring to take a second look.

(End of this chapter)