The prince is more stable

Chapter 325: Moyu County Duke
Zhao Xiaoqian felt a little melancholy when he left the Imperial City Office.

The Tao is ruthless but also affectionate. He and Niao Niao will probably never see each other again in this life. After today, he doesn't even know Niao Niao's new name.

After a breakup, I went home and hugged my wife for comfort.

Back at the palace, Zhao Xiaoqian slipped into Di Ying's arms, feeling the warmth of his first wife's embrace. Like a sentimental scumbag, he sadly missed another woman...

Di Ying was confused by his actions and hurriedly asked what happened.

Zhao Xiaoqian closed his eyes and said sadly, "The Song Dynasty has not yet been unified. My lord, I am worried and sick... I am probably sick, and I will never be happy again."

Di Ying was stunned for a while. Jiang Miaoxian and Yuan'er were also sitting in the room. The three women had a common husband, and they became close friends, hanging out together all day long.

The three women were frightened by Zhao Xiaoqian's distressed look. No matter how difficult the government and state affairs were in the past, they had never seen him so sad.

Today, the official was summoned to the Privy Council to discuss state affairs, and he looked like this when he came back. So, what happened in the court today that upset the official?

Jiang Miaoxian carefully studied Zhao Xiaoqian's expression for a long time, then chuckled softly, "Sir, you don't look like you're worried about the country, but more like you're worried about a certain woman..."

Di Ying was startled, and immediately thought of the topic about Niao Niao that the couple had talked about last night. She immediately understood something and said unhappily, "Could this woman be called Niao Niao? Did you see her today, sir?"

Zhao Xiaoqian was a little embarrassed. Jiang Miaoxian was a little too smart. If they built a university and let her study there for a few years, her eyes and mind would surely return to clarity.

"What are you talking about! What are you talking about! Would I feel sad for a woman? You have spoken so harshly of my passion for serving the country. You really don't understand me!" Zhao Xiaoqian said stubbornly.

Di Ying rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's all very well for you, sir, to worry about the country, but it's too much for you to throw yourself into my arms and grieve over another woman."

Zhao Xiaoqian didn't indulge her either. He immediately broke free from her arms and waved to Jiang Miaoxian: "Miaoxian, yours is bigger. Come, let me hold you..."

Jiang Miaoxian chuckled, turned around and ran out.

Yuan'er also ran away hurriedly with a red face.

Zhao Xiaoqian twitched the corner of his mouth. They were already an old couple, but she still couldn't handle the shyness of the cool breeze. As a man, what should he do at this time when facing a woman who understood life and romance so well?
Of course, he would slam her against the wall, then ask her in a bossy tone, "Woman, do you want to eat a 37-degree popsicle?"

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With three women around him at home, he quickly recovered from his heartbreak.

The advantage of having many women is that men have no time or energy to be sad. When she stands in front of you with her hair tied in a ponytail and kneels down without saying a word, at that moment any normal man will not have any extra space to think about another woman.

Afterwards?
Afterwards, it is time to think about philosophy and the universe. The mind and soul are infinitely close to those of sages, and sages have no time to think about women.

After just half a day, Zhao Xiaoqian became cheerful.

There is no way. The nature of a scumbag is that emotional pain will never last overnight.

The next morning, Zhao Xiaoqian came to the Bian River in the south of the city, carrying an exquisite and valuable fishing rod and various tools.

The rivers in ancient times were not polluted by industry, and there were really fish in the rivers.

Many fishermen in the Song Dynasty made a living on the Bian River. This river supported countless poor families.

After confirming yesterday that Zhao Xu would transfer him to Zhending Prefecture, Zhao Xiaoqian immediately decided to cherish the few remaining days he had as a playboy in Bianliang.

There are many ways to "cherish". Anyway, he has no plans to handle any official affairs of the court recently, and he is too lazy to go to the Imperial City Office. All he has to do in the remaining time is to slack off.

Today is the first day that Zhao Xiaoqian is slacking off, literally "slacking off".

After walking around the Bian River, Zhao Xiaoqian found an ideal hideout, and he guessed there must be a lot of stuff.

The only drawback was that the fishing spot was already occupied by someone else, a stranger who looked very relaxed and contented, gazing at the river calmly and confidently.

Zhao Xiaoqian tiptoed forward, glanced into the small bucket beside him, and then sneered.

The small bucket was half filled with river water, and there wasn't even a loach in it. It was a typical empty bucket, a disgrace to all anglers in the world.

The sound of footsteps startled the fisherman. Turning around, he saw a young man standing behind him, dressed in very luxurious clothes, followed by a dozen men who looked like imperial guards.

The fisherman hurriedly stood up and saluted carefully: "Sir..." Zhao Xiaoqian shook his head and said, "How long have you been fishing here?"

"About two hours later, I came here before dawn."

Zhao Xiaoqian showed a look of disdain: "I've been sitting here for two hours and haven't caught anything. How dare you continue to occupy this Feng Shui treasured spot?"

The fisherman immediately understood what Zhao Xiaoqian meant: "Your Excellency wants my position?"

"What are you talking about! Am I the kind of person who takes advantage of my power to bully others? It's not that I want it, but you understand the ways of the world and offered it to me on your own initiative."

The fisherman nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I will give it to you right away."

As he said this, he immediately packed up his fishing rod and gear, and quickly made room for Zhao Xiaoqian.

Zhao Xiaoqian didn't even look at him. He took out a small piece of silver from his pocket and threw it to him, staring at the river and said, "Get out of here quickly! The Air Force is losing face!"

The fisherman took a deep breath and silently endured the humiliation from his fellow fisherman. With the help of the small piece of silver in his hand, the fisherman suddenly felt that this noble man could actually continue to humiliate him.

Chen Shou brought a small stool to Zhao Xiaoqian. Zhao Xiaoqian sat down, kneaded rice and wheat bran into a ball with rice wine, and threw it somewhere in the river to make a nest. Finally, he hung half a earthworm on the hook, adjusted the float, swung the rod, and put it into the water. His movements were graceful and smooth.

What followed was a long and boring waiting time. Zhao Xiaoqian was patient and confident in himself.

Having just laughed at the Air Force, I will definitely not be able to defeat the Air Force today.

Half an hour later, the river was still calm, without a single ripple.

Zhao Xiaoqian was patient. The biggest taboo for fishermen is to be impatient. Once their mentality is unstable, they will definitely get nothing.

An hour later, Zhao Xiaoqian began to feel embarrassed. The words he had just used to mock the fishing air force were still fresh in his mind. He had been sitting there for an hour and was not much better than the other person.

Fortunately, he has a lot of people and can beat anyone who dares to laugh at him.

Chen Shou seemed to have sensed Zhao Xiaoqian's growing impatience and unconsciously took two steps back, fearing that he would be injured by the prince's sword energy.

There was a sound of light footsteps behind him, and a guard from the palace appeared and bowed to report that Master Su was here.

Zhao Xiaoqian turned his head and was surprised to find Su Shi standing not far behind him, looking at him with a smile.

"Zi'an made me look for him everywhere, but I came to the palace empty-handed and was brought here by your imperial guards..." Su Shi laughed.

Zhao Xiaoqian's expression tensed. "Shh! Keep your voice down! Don't scare away my fish!"

Su Shi also looked interested. He walked forward to look at the calm river surface, and subconsciously looked at the small bucket next to Zhao Xiaoqian. Seeing that there was nothing in it, Su Shi couldn't help laughing in contempt.

"Nothing, haha! So embarrassing!"

Zhao Xiaoqian was angry. Damn, doesn’t he know that fishermen are very emotionally unstable?
"Come here, put this old man into a sack and throw him into the river!" Zhao Xiaoqian said angrily.

Chen Shou stood still with a smile, pretending not to hear.

Su Shi waved his hands repeatedly: "Haha, good! I was wrong, I shouldn't have laughed at you..."

Zhao Xiaoqian glanced at him coldly. "So what if he's a great writer? Dare you laugh at me? I won't tolerate anyone."

Staring at the motionless fishing float on the river, Su Shi calmed down and asked, "How long have you been fishing, Zi'an?"

This question seemed to be a precursor to humiliation, so Zhao Xiaoqian ignored him.

Chen Shou, who was behind him, said, "The prince has been fishing for over an hour..."

Su Shi was stunned for a moment, then he beat his chest and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! After more than an hour, I haven't caught even a loach. I can't do it anymore. Even if you throw me into the river today, I will laugh my ass off first. Hahahaha! This is so embarrassing!"

Zhao Xiaoqian laughed out of anger, turned his head and said to Chen Shou sinisterly, "You all heard it, he asked for it. I have never heard of such a request in my life. Why don't you quickly satisfy him?"

Throwing a great writer as a sacrifice to the river god should bring good luck...

(End of this chapter)