surnamed Wang

Chapter 290

There was already a long queue in front of the booth on Zhoujiu Er. The physiognomy masters who can wear purple and gold Taoist robes and obtain the private seal of the Holy One are only those old gods with famous mountains and grand views, and they are not the crowd around them kneeling to make money A fortune teller can compare.

The girl next to him helping to collect the money is named Feng'er, Zhou Jiuer's daughter.

The father and daughter hadn't seen each other for more than half a year, and Feng'er was visibly muscular again, almost as tall as her mother.

Before Zhou Jiuer left, he was always worried about this girl. In order to marry his daughter off smoothly, he started working hard to make money before he came back.

Although Emperor Shun granted him a title of Qintian Supervisor, but compared with the weight of his daughter, the salary was still much worse. He had to lower his status as a fifth-rank supervisor and compete with a group of quack warlocks for food. .

"Yesterday, 500 taels, today I can earn 1000 taels at least with this posture. If I work like this for a few more days, let alone the dowry, I can even save the coffin."

Taking advantage of his break, Zhou Jiuer roughly counted the money he earned today and muttered something.

"Father, what are you mumbling about?" Feng'er asked in a muffled voice.

Zhou Jiuer glanced at his daughter and said with a smile:
"Girl, do you have a fancy young master?"

"Father! What are you talking about?"

Although Feng'er looked strong, but she was only in the prime of life, and now she was ashamed when she heard the words, and she punched her father's shoulder directly with her small fists.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiuer felt his right eyelid twitch, subconsciously moved his body, barely avoided the windy punch, but the back of the chair behind him was so lucky that a corner was smashed directly.

When Zhou Jiuer saw this, he secretly rejoiced, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a serious face:
"Girl, dad is weak, you don't dare to mess around!"

Feng'er knew she was wrong, so she quickly bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

While the father and daughter were chatting, a soft voice interrupted them:
"Mr. Zhou, it's been a long time."

Hearing the sound, Zhou Jiuer looked up and found a woman in red standing in front of her. She was slim and graceful, and compared with her own daughter, there was a huge gap.

"Who is the girl?"

The Taoist priest in a purple and gold Taoist robe showed hesitation. He only felt that the woman looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Sir, you forget things so much. I am the wife of the Eighth Prince. Back then, I asked you for a divination." The woman said with a slight smile.

"Oh……"

Zhou Jiuer immediately remembered that he had indeed done a fortune-telling for her at the gate of Prince Ankang's mansion, but she didn't seem to be so haggard at that time, which was why he didn't recognize her at a glance.

"I don't know if the concubine is here, what can I do?"

The corner of Yan Rongrong's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a slightly bitter smile, and said softly:

"I heard that Mr. Ma was sent by His Majesty to look for the Eighth Prince, did you find anything?"

"..." Zhou Jiuer was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth: "I shouldn't have told you, Your Majesty meant to let the empress tell you the news..."

When Zhou Jiuer said this, he paused for a moment, but the woman across from him knelt down and said in a trembling voice:

"Please tell me, sir."

"Princess please get up quickly."

Seeing the girl like this, Zhou Jiuer couldn't bear it, and quickly winked at his daughter.

Seeing this, the latter immediately stepped forward to help. With her arm strength, it was still very easy to lift a woman who was less than half her weight.

After Yan Rongrong stood up again, Zhou Jiuer continued:
"It's okay to tell you this, the prince is indeed still alive, and is now located in a small village in Donglu, but the princess still needs to be prepared, the prince seems to have lost his memory."

"Thank you sir."

Hearing this, Yan Rongrong's face became a little more bloody, and after leaving a lot of money, he turned and left.

Seeing off Yan Rongrong, Zhou Jiuer sat slumped on a chair, and only sighed after a long time:
"Alas, sin!"

At this moment, a woman in plain white clothes came to the booth. Seeing this, Zhou Jiuer quickly got up and bowed:
"My minister sees the empress."

"Jian Zhou is waiving the courtesy." The woman said softly, "Has she ever come to see you?"

"Go back to your mother, I've been here." After Zhou Jiuer finished speaking, his face showed hesitation, as if hesitating to speak.

The woman saw his thoughts and said calmly:
"Tell me and tell me. She is determined not to accept my favor."

"The minister is guilty."

"It's not your fault."

The woman said these words softly, then turned and left.

……

In the Princess Mansion in Beijing, even the son-in-law returned to the mansion after a busy day, and the steward greeted him as soon as he entered the door. This kind of treatment was unimaginable in the past.

In the dynasty, men were always superior to women. If a seven-foot man pushed the door upside down, he would make the neighbors laugh out loud.

Although the son-in-law is a relative of the emperor, in the final analysis, he is just the biggest backdoor of the dynasty. No matter how talented you are, how noble your status is, you still cannot escape the fate of being poked in the back.

Lian Li, the third son-in-law, was often talked about in the palace before, and later he lived in the princess mansion, and the servants looked down on him behind his back, but he was indifferent, so he didn't take it seriously, but the third princess was not so good-tempered , every time she heard someone talk about the son-in-law behind her back, she would always be reprimanded.

Thinking of the three princesses, Lian Li couldn't help but have a headache.

Ever since he agreed to Emperor Shun's invitation that day, the third princess never gave him a good look. Not only was he strictly forbidden to enter the room, but even when they met each other, they kept a cold face and pretended not to see him at all.

Lian Li also knew in his heart that the princess and Emperor Xianen were closer than brothers and sisters, and he also valued that nephew very much. Emperor Shun plotted against Emperor Xiaocun, which undoubtedly betrayed Emperor Xianen. At this time, he chose to enter the court as an official , In the eyes of the princess, it is tantamount to helping the evildoer.

Thinking of this, Lian Li sighed and asked the steward:

"Has the princess eaten today?"

The steward said respectfully:

"Going back to my son-in-law, I've eaten. I'm chatting with the eighth concubine in the back garden. I seem to be in a good mood."

"Okay, you go down first."

After Zhi left, Lian Li straightened his clothes and walked towards the garden.

Yan Rongrong and the third princess are currently discussing matters related to the power of the king. Zhou Jiuer has already told her the exact location, and the third princess is also worried about the safety of the eighth brother. Now that there is news, she can't help but feel better.

Just when the two were talking and laughing, the third princess' face suddenly collapsed.

"Rongrong, let's go."

As the third princess said, she stood up and pulled Yan Rongrong to leave.

Yan Rongrong didn't know why, so he turned his head and found Lian Li in an official robe standing awkwardly at the garden gate.

"Sister Yao, I have to inform my mother-in-law about this, so I won't wait." Yan Rongrong said at the right time.

The third princess couldn't persuade her to stay after hearing the words, she turned her head and gave Lian Li a cold look, and sent Yan Rongrong out of the garden.

When passing by Consort Lian, Yan Rongrong nodded slightly as a greeting, while the third princess remained expressionless the whole time, as if she didn't know each other at all.

After the two walked away, Yan Rongrong said softly:

"Sister Yao, you don't have to be like this. Even a son-in-law, as a man, has the world in his heart. It's a good thing."

"Hmph, is an unfaithful person like him worthy of being called a man?" The third princess was full of anger.

"At least, he's still by your side..."

Yan Rongrong's expression was slightly gloomy.

Seeing this, the three princesses shook each other's hand and said softly:

"Sister, I believe you will be reunited with the eighth brother soon."

Yan Rongrong squeezed out a smile, "I borrowed my sister's good words."

After seeing off Yan Rongrong, the third princess turned to look at the man not far behind, frowned slightly and said:

"Do you want me to forgive you?"

The man smiled elegantly and nodded slightly.

"Go dream!"

After the woman finished speaking, she turned her head and left, leaving the man in a daze.

(End of this chapter)