Biography of the traitorous officials who dominated the Song Dynasty

Chapter 25
It is said that once this woman meets Ximen Qing, she will be like dry wood meeting a burning fire.

However, now that this woman is having a heated fight with Earl Ying, she really has no room for pretending to be Ximen Qing.

If a high official is good, then he will be good; if he is bad, then he will be bad. What does it have to do with the slave family!
I could only hear the old woman saying, "To be honest, I have seen all the ladies in the official residence."

"Is there anyone like this little lady? No more, really no more."

Ximen Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you serious? Did my godmother ever meet my deceased eldest wife before?"

Wang Po understood immediately, clapped her thigh and said, "Yes, yes, there is another lady!"

"Have I ever heard that the lady and you are a match made in heaven?"

The two of them sang and danced in front of Pan Jinlian.

Ximen Qing quickly shook his head and said, "Actually, that's not the case. Although my former wife was born in a poor family, she was able to take care of everything and depended on me in everything."

"But in terms of beauty, ability, and talent, they are not even half as good as the little lady."

"It is said that people are gone, and the dead are the most important. No matter what happened in life, it would be a bit disrespectful for the living to make irresponsible remarks."

"Let's talk about the three wives I married in now, who are sick or ill, and still can't handle things, making the family upside down."

Mrs. Wang sighed, crossed her arms, looked at Pan Jinlian sitting in front of Ximen Qing, and said with a smile.

"Compared with the little lady, it's really a world of difference. If a high official can get someone like the little lady, why bother with such trivial matters?"

After all, Earl Ying was hiding under the bed, so Pan Jinlian was inevitably a little nervous.

He ate his food in small bites without saying a word.

At this moment, Earl Ying thought to himself: Humph, I have known for a long time that you are very scheming. It is a blessing that I understand you.

Otherwise, not to mention a mere Pan Jinlian, even the princess of the Zhao royal family will be coaxed by you with just a few words.

A few days ago in Lichun Courtyard, Wang Po had already discussed with Ximen Qing, and Ximen Qing saw Pan Jinlian without the slightest hint of displeasure or intention of leaving.

Therefore, he thought from the bottom of his heart that Pan Jinlian was somewhat interested in him, and he wished he could capture Pan Jinlian on the spot.

The three of them sat at the table. Po Wang gently kicked Ximen Qing under the table.

Then he took down the calendar hanging on the wall with a smile on his face and said to Pan Jinlian.

"My dear lady, it's all thanks to you that this dress is finally finished."

The woman took the calendar from Grandma Wang's hand.

Earl Ying felt very strange and didn't understand what it meant.

I saw the woman looking at the calendar and saying: "This cloth has been cut and cut. Picking a date for making the clothes is the most important."

"Tomorrow is a bad day, and the day after tomorrow is also very bad. It seems that in the past half month, only the ninth day of the lunar month has been good."

Grandma Wang took the calendar over, shook her head and said with a smile: "I am very lucky to have the help of my little lady to make clothes."

"There's no need to choose a day anymore! It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Let's just start making clothes tomorrow, while we're still at my house! Hehe, I'm not taboo."

When Pan Jinlian heard what Mrs. Wang said, she couldn't help but raise her eyes and look at Ximen Qing.

Feeling nervous, he frowned and asked, "Why don't you go to my house to make clothes?"

Wang Po thought for a while and said with a smile: "The main thing is that my tea house needs someone to look after it. It can't be without someone, right?"

The woman thought for a moment of her uncle Wu Song who hadn't come back, and nodded quickly. "It shouldn't be too late. The slave family will come over after breakfast tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Wang collected the table and sent Ximen Qing away.

Pan Jinlian took advantage of this moment to pull Earl Ying out from under the bed, and covered himself to protect Earl Ying back the way he came.

After Wang Po came back, she made an agreement with the calm Pan Jinlian and sent Pan Jinlian away with extra courtesy.

After the woman returned home, she swaggered into the side room while Ying'er was the only one in the house.

I communicated with Earl Ying what happened just now.

Once you confirm that everything is under control, you feel completely relieved.

After covering him tightly with the quilt, Earl Ying left quietly under the escort of the woman until the sun was about to set.

The woman returned home and saw that it was still early, so she went to boil water and take a bath.

Waiting for the water to boil, then use ladles of hot water to rinse away the fragrant sweat all over your body.

The woman stretched out her thumb and middle finger and measured the air.

Looking at the distance between the thumb and middle finger, the figure of Earl Ying emerged in his mind.

The woman immediately understood why it was so useful.

He lowered his head and smiled knowingly.

At this time, the streets of Zishi Street.

The streets and alleys are very lively, and there is a constant flow of people buying and selling.

"Crisp pear, tender and juicy crisp pear."

The blood-red sunset shines directly on a young man with a fruit basket slung across his body at the corner of the street.

"Da Lang, I noticed that you have been really careless in selling cooking cakes these days. Today, you have sold less than two-fifths of them, so you have to go home again."

"You can't make much money, but you're not afraid that your eldest wife will scold you like a bastard!"

This young man was Brother Yun, who was selling crisp pears with Wu Dalang every day. At this time, he was pointing at Wu Dalang, who was packing the load of cooking cakes.

"Children don't know how to stay where it's cool!"

Ever since Wu Dalang and Count Ying met in Guangyang Tower, Wu Dalang had been distracted and upset, and often scolded Brother Yun angrily.

"Tch, God knows what kind of ghost is haunting you. I can't say a few words, but my nose is not a nose and my face is not a face!"

Brother Yun said as he watched Wu Dalang leave quickly with his burden.

After a while, Brother Yun suddenly heard a voice coming from an alley behind him.

"Tomorrow my brother Ximen Qing will definitely capture Pan Jinlian, the wife of Wuhan University, on the second floor of Wangpo Tea House. The specific time is between Chen Shi and Si Shi!"

In an instant, Brother Yun seemed to have turned into a sculpture, standing firm on the spot.

Can't move at all.

After a long time, he finally recovered from the panic and suddenly looked back.

(End of this chapter)