Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Lady Wen, the person in charge of Zhuangzi, just left yesterday. As for Shuidaoren, a nun, He Qingyu had no hope for her emotional intelligence.

I have to come and greet the guests myself.

Just as she was about to ask who the newcomer was, the man to the left of the leading man dismounted and walked towards He Qingyu.

The two servants behind He Qingyu stepped forward, initially wary until the other party produced the nameplate of their master.

One person reached out and took it; the sign was genuine. They then exchanged a few coded words.

He stepped back, nodded to He Qingyu, and said, "We're family."

He Qingyu had just smiled when she heard the name Gu Pingsheng and then learned that they had come to find Madam Yu and the others.

Her smile froze on her face. She immediately instructed one of her attendants to go to Youzhou City to find Zhao Qi and Madam Wen and tell them that Gu Pingsheng had returned.

The attendant behind him clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around, and went back into the manor, riding away through the back gate.

He Qingyu stepped forward and said, "I have already sent someone to inform the master that they will arrive shortly."

Gu Pingsheng couldn't wait any longer: "I want to see my mother. I want to see her safe and sound with my own eyes." The horse beneath him neighed in response.

"Yes, but only for you."

"it is good."

Gu Pingsheng dismounted and followed the familiar people and voices to find Madam Yu.

Meanwhile, inside Youzhou City.

classroom.

Zhao Qi was studying with her teacher, with Ning Pu sitting behind her. As for Zhao Buqi, she went to the manor to cultivate relationships with her subordinates.

Break time.

Zhao Qi turned to Ning Pu and sighed, "I wonder how Buqi is doing over there?"

Suddenly, without Buqi's voice, she found the classroom too quiet.

Ning Pu had complete confidence in Zhao Buqi: "She should be fine. Buqi is very strong; very few people her age can beat her."

People admire the strong.

Zhao Buqi will surely win people's hearts and minds with his martial arts skills.

"That's true, but I think my personal guards can't be illiterate. Ah Pu, I want to find someone to teach them to read."

Zhao Qi paused for a moment and then said, "We also need to teach them military strategy."

She would be rich if she could find one or two generals out of hundreds.

"Then, it must cost a lot of money, right?" Ning Pu suddenly realized the key point: without money, it would be impossible to move an inch.

Zhao Qi nodded, secretly relieved: "Luckily, the buyer of our glass has money."

"Yes, there are so many rich people in the capital," Ning Pu sighed.

Their eyes gleamed with longing as they looked at the wealthy people in the capital.

They want their money.

Teacher Zheng watched with a smile as the two children exclaimed like adults. He wondered which of his own children were the same age as Zhao Qi.

lunch.

Zhao Qi is having a meal with her parents.

Inside, silver-boned charcoal was burning. The three of them had taken off their outer cloaks, leaving only their cotton-padded jackets underneath.

Zhao Yifeng arrived last, holding a sealed letter in his hand, though the seal had been broken. He frowned as he handed it to Wen Zheng.

Wen Zheng took it, opened it, and her expression changed: "Earthquakes in three southern states, and no one has gone to provide disaster relief?"

"That's right. After a change of emperors in the capital, the competition has become even fiercer." Zhao Yifeng lowered his eyes, his words tinged with sadness.

The lives of people in several states were so brazenly disregarded.

Is this how the prime ministers of the three provinces govern the country?

Zhao Qi took the intelligence report from his mother, clenched his fist, and thought to himself: Great Wei really should perish.

"Isn't the emperor afraid of someone rebelling against the court?" She frowned, not understanding why tens of thousands of lives could be saved simply by spending the money for a glass bottle to buy grain.

Zhao Yifeng: "We'll suppress them in the future."

He could guess what the group of people in the capital were thinking.

"Heh, I'm afraid it won't work this time." According to the intelligence Zhao Qi has gathered, many people who hold military power and are ambitious are raising more people.

Prepare for chaos in the Great Wei, and immediately raise the banner.

Wen Zheng served food to her daughter, Zhao Qi, who stopped talking, took a bite, and then asked, "Mother, can our caravan reach the states affected by the earthquake?"

"Sure, but we can't bring much."

Firstly, it's a long way, and secondly, it attracts attention.

Zhao Qi: "It's okay, bring as many as you can." Save as many people as you can.

The three of them discussed the kinds of things they needed to bring. Just as they finished talking and were about to eat, someone came in from outside. It was the servant she had given to He Qingyu.

Seeing the servant's flushed face, Zhao Qi stood up anxiously: "What's wrong with Qingyu?"

The servant realized that his master had misunderstood and immediately explained, "Gu Sanlang, Gu Pingsheng, is still alive. He has arrived at the manor."

"Madam He sent me to find you and your wife."

He was truly an honest person. Even when Zhao Yifeng was present, his name wasn't added. Zhao Qi felt that some things were really only suitable for honest and stubborn people to do.

"Alright, we'll set off right away. You go to your room and rest first." Zhao Qi said, calling for someone to take the servants away to rest.

Zhao Yifeng stood frozen in place, a tear welling up in his eye.

"He's still alive, that's good." As long as he's alive, he can give General Gu some answers.

Zhao Qi comforted him, "Dad, this is a good thing, don't get excited. Do you want to make a trip?"

"Yes, I must go."

The three of them put down their bowls and chopsticks, hurriedly put on their cloaks, and went out.

After the others left, a maidservant finished her chores before walking out of the gate to Zhao Yan's courtyard to request an audience.

"Mother."

The moment Gu Pingsheng saw his mother, he immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Your unfilial son, Gu Pingsheng, bows in respect."

Mrs. Yu was also in tears.

He Qingyu had calmed down. She saw that the eldest and second young mistresses of the Gu family were running over with their children. It just so happened that the two of them were off today.

People from the Feng and Song families who were at home also came over.

Madam Yu held her only son and wept, while He Qingyu, the eldest son's wife, and the second son's wife all tried to comfort her.

The family entered their courtyard, and He Qingyu left one person behind to watch over Gu Pingsheng, preventing him from moving around freely.

She then turned and left.

Madam Gu instinctively called out, "Qingyu, are you leaving?"

Why don't you come and hear how Gu Sanlang survived?

He Qingyu: "..."

Is she going to stay?

Let him stay. Perhaps the lord is curious, and she herself is also eager to know how Gu Sanlang survived.

"...Okay, I'll listen too."

She walked to the side of Madam Gu, looking like a stranger watching a spectacle.

Second Young Mistress Gu: "..."

You quick-tongued jerk!

Gu Pingsheng stared with his mouth agape at the familiar figure and voice that had led him in, his gaze fixed on He Qingyu's face.

I recognized him.

his wife.

For a moment, Gu Pingsheng gave an awkward laugh.