Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 471 – If the heart does not move

"You want to regain her heart?"

Bei Mingchen looked at the painful struggle flashing in his son's eyes, and immediately understood that no matter who is right or wrong, his Yin'er must not be harmed anyway!

"Father will help you.".
On the first day of July, Bei Mingchen, in the name of the imperial concubine of the middle palace, hosted a banquet for the family members of the courtiers of the third rank and above in Beijing, and held a Feiying meeting at the Xuankong Temple in the suburbs of Beijing.

The so-called Feiyinghui is that every late spring and early summer, when the tea flowers are in full bloom, the guests are entertained under the tea flower stands. During the banquet, they meet those who fall into the wine with flying flowers, that is, write a poem and drink a glass of wine.

When the flowers fall naturally, one person or several people drink, but when the breeze passes by, the tea flowers are scattered in all directions, and there is no one left.

As the only son of Guan Yi, a second-rank Wenyuan Pavilion scholar, and the most favored side-husband of Prime Minister Zhao Qingmei, Sikong Que was naturally among those invited.

"I'm worried, don't go!"

Zhao Qingmei rushed to Xiyuan after hearing the news, and said to Sikong Que in an undeniable and tough tone.

"Why don't you worry? The outside world is crazy that I'm just an embroidered pillow for a servant of Israel. I can't get on the table and only know the disaster in the backyard. Do you think I really don't know anything when you issue a password-locked order to the mansion? "

Tomorrow is the Fei Ying Hui, so Si Kong Que is naturally busy packing his luggage, he will set off tomorrow morning and return home the next morning, so there are not many things he needs to bring.

But he cleaned up very slowly, because at this time he could clearly feel his wife's anger, and he could only avoid it.

"I said before, I want to be a sharp sword in your hand, not a dodder flower hiding under your wings like a soft underbelly."

"I don't want so many people to know your goodness, and I always feel that Bei Mingchen's so-called Feiying meeting is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Even if you are really a disaster as the outside world has said, I, Zhao Qingmei I can afford you too, don't care what those people think!"

"I care, even I am reluctant to say that you are half wrong, and I will not allow others to make irresponsible remarks on you, and I will not allow myself to be used by others to criticize you."

Zhao Qing's eyebrows warmed, and his nose immediately turned sour. With Si Kongque's intelligence, he naturally guessed that this Feiying meeting was actually not about drunkenness, but he went there without hesitation, simply because he didn't want to be ridiculed by political enemies her stain.

"Then I'll wait for you at the gate of the Xuankong Temple. I'll come out as soon as it's over. I'll wait for you to go home together. I've already made a compromise. This matter can't be discussed again. Remember that things should avoid prosperity and people should avoid perfection. The more inconspicuous your performance, the better." .”

Seeing Zhao Qingmei's serious expression, Sikong Que could only purse his lips to agree, so it turned out that he had such a weak impression in Qingmei's heart.

Although the feeling of being cared for by the woman he loves is indeed very good, but he still feels a little uncomfortable when he is underestimated.

In the early morning of the second day, when Zhong Liyin was waiting in front of the prime minister's mansion in palace attire, he saw Si Kongque in black clothes walking slowly with Zhao Qingmei on his arm. He was just going to a poetry meeting. She was not at ease to send them off in person.

Seeing that the two people looked at each other from time to time with affectionate eyes that made them dizzy, he lowered his eyes in a sense of loss, all of this could actually belong to him
I thought that Zhao Qingmei was just seeing Sikong Que off at the gate of the prime minister's mansion, but she didn't expect her to board the carriage with Sikong Que's support, and she wanted to accompany her all the way!
"What? It's just going to the Xuankong Temple for a banquet. The Prime Minister thinks that His Highness will bully Sikong's side husband?"

"It's not~"

Zhao Qingmei lifted the curtain of the car comfortably, revealing a calm and happy smile.

"Only I can bully him, if others dare to hurt him, I will make him regret living in this world!"

There was only one carriage sent by Zhonggong to pick up Zhong Liyin and Sikong Que, so the three could only ride in the same carriage embarrassingly.

Prime Minister Zhao Qingmei was naturally sitting in the main seat, while Zhong Liyin and Si Kongque were sitting on the left and right sides, it was only a short two-hour journey, and Sikong Que was carrying so many bags in big and small bags. Guan Yi's only son has been living among the people for many years, and after all, he is a reckless man who can't be seen in the mountains.

Zhong Liyin guessed that he must have carefully prepared to become a blockbuster at the Feiying meeting, and those burdens must also be gifts for those powerful family members, but soon he found out that he was wrong.

“somewhat hungry”

Zhao Qingmei mumbled and looked at Sikong Que, so he calmly opened a light blue package from among the many packages he carried with him, and when he opened the brocade box, a burst of craving aroma filled the not spacious carriage.

"Osmanthus cake~The temperature is just right."

With a doting smile, Sikong Que handed the brocade box to Zhao Qingmei, but Zhao Qingmei shunned and pushed away the brocade box containing the sweet osmanthus cake.

So Sikong Que opened a purple bag again, and when he turned around again, there were a few more dark plums in his hand.

"Sweet and sour ebony, try it."

Zhao Qing frowned and rolled the ebony plum in Sikong Que's hand into his mouth. After chewing a few mouthfuls, his originally unhappy face suddenly relaxed.

"Well"

Just as Zhao Qingmei was about to speak, she saw a cup of warm water stretched out in front of her eyes. Zhong Liyin had been holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures in his hand all along the way, but he couldn't read a single word.

Feeling a little uncomfortable in my heart, from time to time I used the cover of the book to sneak a glance at the two people in the car, and the more I looked, the more I felt my heart was cold.

The two of them actually had such a good understanding, Sikong Que even had a tacit understanding that with just one look or a vague murmur, he could clearly know what Qingmei was thinking.

Even he, who had been with her childhood sweetheart for more than ten years, couldn't hold a candle to him. Over the years, how many bits and pieces about her had he missed?
This short two-hour journey was extremely painful for Zhong Liyin. In the end, in order to stabilize his emotions, he even really started to recite Buddhist scriptures softly, and use Zen meditation to get rid of the greed, hatred, and ignorance rising in his heart.

After the carriage arrived at the gate of the Xuankong Temple, Zhong Liyin left first, his footsteps were a little embarrassed, like a defeated general, he was about to flee, but remembering his identity, he didn't want to show weakness in front of a side husband, so he pretended to be calm Standing in front of the carriage.

"Sikong Que, hurry up and get out of the carriage. Today's Feiying Meeting, your words and deeds represent the glory of the Prime Minister's Mansion. You can't help being sloppy. Follow Your Highness closely. Don't lose the face of the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

Looking at the amazed or jealous eyes of the family members around him, Zhong Liyin felt a little joy in his heart, wherever he went, he was the focus of everyone's attention, and only he was worthy to stand by Zhao Qingmei's side.

He is the most honorable son of the middle palace in the empire, and he is destined to be born with a radiant and unstoppable brilliance.

(End of this chapter)