The Book of Raising Children by Houmen

Chapter 217: Imperial Decree (1)
In fact, Zhao Jing has always been very generous to people. The little girls outside didn't know how to behave when they first entered the palace. She always patiently taught them how to behave when she met them, lest they accidentally offend the master and suffer disaster.But for an old servant of the Hou Mansion like Mrs. Song, Zhao Jing really couldn't bear it when she saw that the master was also yours.

But it's true, she might not be the real master in their hearts now, so she doesn't have to obey the rules at all.

Zhao Jing glanced at her coldly, and asked the little maid to bring her an embroidered pier.Aunt Song saw Xiudun sitting, and the smile on her face became even stronger. She walked over and sat down, put her hands on her knees, and smiled at Zhao Jing: "Mr. Zhao has nothing to worry about." Command, but to make new clothes? I happen to have a few pieces of good material there..."

"Before I ask you something, don't talk." Zhao Jing didn't wait for Aunt Song to finish speaking, she held the teacup and raised her head to look at her.She also knew about Han Chunhua's beating a while ago, but Han Chunhua was not well-bred and had a bad mouth. Many people in the Hou Mansion knew it. It can only be considered bad luck for her to be in Zhao Jing's hands, just like herself. In this way, he has always been an honest person.

But as soon as Zhao Jing said these words, Aunt Song's heart was a little suspended. She lowered her head and thought for a long time, secretly wondering why she didn't think of a way to flatter Zhao Jing. Tian rushed to make a few new sets of clothes and send them to her Ziwei Garden.She has been living in peace in the sewing room for so many years, this time she can't capsize in the gutter!
Seeing the colorful expressions on Mrs. Song's face, Zhao Jing felt a little amused in her heart. She pushed the sewing room's account book to the front of the coffee table and said, "Take the sewing room's account book back and burn it."

"Burn? How could the ledger be burned... This, this, Mr. Zhao, aren't you joking?" Aunt Song looked at Zhao Jing in shock.

Zhao Jing sneered and said: "You let me see such a ledger, do you think I'm joking? Mrs. Song, let me ask you, how much clothes does the Hou Mansion make in a year? How much do you spend for the sewing room every month? Hou How much fabric does the government buy every year?"

Aunt Song was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said, "Mr. Zhao, isn't this... all written in the account book?"

"So you don't know, do you?" Zhao Jing answered her with a smile, paused for a moment, raised her head and said to her: "Ms. Song, the Hou Mansion doesn't need a steward who doesn't know everything. From now on, you can back home."

"What... what..." Aunt Song stood up from the stool nervously, and couldn't help but said: "I am Mama Sun's nephew and daughter-in-law, you sent me away, does Mama Sun know?"

Zhao Jing sneered: "Is this Hou's mansion surnamed Sun?"

Aunt Song was speechless, and Zhao Jing continued: "If you leave today, then you can leave, if you don't, then I have to report to Shuntian Mansion tomorrow, please arrest your daughter-in-law Check out your embroidery workshop to see if the lost fabrics of the Hou Mansion are in your daughter-in-law's embroidery workshop."

"You...you...what did you say?" Aunt Song jumped up immediately, wishing she could pounce on Zhao Jing. At this time, a black shadow suddenly flew down from the beam of the conference hall, and slapped Aunt Song on the ground. on the ground.

This sudden change frightened Zhao Jing, and she hurriedly asked: "You... who are you, and what are you doing on the beam of this conference hall?"

The man was only sixteen or seventeen years old. When he saw Zhao Jing, he scratched his head and said, "The slave is the guard sent by Master Hou to protect Mr. Zhao. Master Hou said that you can't make you feel that you are being followed, so let the slave hide in the dark." .” He pointed to the corridor as he spoke, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face.

Zhao Jing finally understood now, looked at Aunt Song who was being patted on the ground and screamed, and said, "Then you pull her out."

In the imperial study room, the regent Zhou Yi had already left, and a few young maids stood behind the bead curtain with downcast eyes. The little emperor Zhou Xu, with his hands behind his back, paced back and forth on the cold gold and stone floor tiles, with a solemn expression.He suddenly turned his head, stared at the door for a while, and there was a little more disappointment in his eyes.

"Little Fuzi, has Aunt Jing been out of the palace for three months?"

Fumanduo was suddenly named, and immediately said seriously: "Return to the emperor, Aunt Jing was born on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month. It has been three months and eighteen days."

"You remember clearly!" A trace of helplessness flashed across Zhou Xu's face, he walked back and forth a few times before the dragon case, raised his head and asked Fu Manduo, "Say, should I write this imperial decree for bestowing marriage? "

(End of this chapter)