A poor son 132

Mrs. Jiang looked at her husband, "What do you think? A few older princes are fine. Think about the little princes and grandchildren, especially the royal daughters, I feel pitiful."

Mr. Zhang looked at his wife helplessly, "That queen is also her blessing to make friends like her." Such dedication is really something that people can say.

Mrs. Jiang curled her lips, "If I weren't for the sake of my children, I wouldn't have been. After all, the royal family of the Ming Dynasty has a deep hatred with me! My Jiang family is barely alive, and everyone else is dead. Should our family die? His royal people are dying? So what if they are told to die? If it weren't for you, I would have wished they could have been cut into pieces. You are the son-in-law of my Jiang family, do you still care about this family?"

He was confused again, why didn’t he care? If he really didn’t care, why would he get involved with King Zhao?

On one hand, there is the hatred of the Yue family, and on the other hand, there is the reputation of the Zhang family.

How can you choose?

Mrs. Jiang snorted: "Now, you have two choices. Either cooperate with me, my friend, and ask the world to shed as little blood as possible and let the people below live a life as soon as possible. Or I will go to take revenge tonight. You know, I have this ability. Now, there is no defense in those princes' palaces? I don't even use the old people of the Jiang family, I can kill three by myself.

Do you believe it if you go in and out? Do you want to be a loyal minister, and you can leave it alone when I kill someone? Don’t forget that even if I die, I am Zhang Jiang. The Zhang family still wants to be famous? There is no door! If you have the ability, please give me a break!" As he said that, he harshly put the bowls and chopsticks away, "I won’t give you food! Indecisive, the women are squealing. I only think about your invisible reputation, not my son and I. Tell me, why did I marry you?"

Mr. Zhang's face turned pale, "Where are my mothers? Why do you regret marrying me? Tell me clearly!"

Mrs. Jiang rolled her eyes, was this the point? She held the food box, "When you make up your mind, let's talk about where you are. Tonight, you will slowly think in the study, and this lady is not serving you yet!"

Mr. Zhang looked at the door that was thrown on with a clang and was angry for a long time.

As a result, the door was pushed open again, and the followers came in, holding a wooden plate in their hand, with a plate of buns, a plate of beef, and a bowl of sour bamboo shoot soup. "This is what the wife asked the old slave to send in. She said she was afraid that the master would not be able to eat enough and could not understand."

Mr. Zhang's anger stopped in his chest and then disappeared. The buns were made of pork with sauce, and the sour bamboo shoot soup was not greasy at all.

He ate the meal slowly before getting up and going to the inner courtyard.

When Mrs. Jiang saw that he came back, she turned her back: "Didn't you tell me to rest in front of you? I'm in a bad mood today and don't want to see you."

Mr. Zhang sat next to her: "You! It's been half a lifetime, and you have no way to do anything. If it weren't for the messy years, the wife had been married into the house, and maybe all the grandsons would be held. Why are you still having this temper and not changing at all?"

"Do you dislike me?" Mrs. Jiang turned her body and stared.

"Look! It's coming again." Zhang Ge Lao held his wife's not soft and soft hand and whispered: "You will reply to your friend now, I'll hit someone to deliver it."

"What do you write?" asked Mrs. Jiang. "Do you want an official?"

Zhang Ge was so choked that he was so shameless. He said helplessly: "It's not this! He asked them to tell Yin Sanlang and tell him what we meant, just saying that they were willing to cooperate. In addition, the ministers and their families who refused to surrender..."

Mrs. Jiang rolled her eyes and interrupted him, "I'm just saying you're confused. I think you're really confused! Even the descendants of the royal family can tolerate, why can't you tolerate a few pedantic scholars? That old man named Scutellaria, eating, drinking, and paying for others in Liaodong, isn't he still under the banner of the Ming Dynasty? Everyone can tolerate such a person, and they also specially provide food, grass and weapons. This mind is still skeptical? If you rashly put the conditions, where will you place them? Are you going to surrender to others in the future? We are not doing a one-time business, and we will no longer interact with each other in this deal. Take it easy."

She is not confused when she should understand, but she is just not very reasonable.

"Okay!" Mr. Zhang said with a complicated expression: "You go and believe it." Now I go and write it, I hope I can catch up with the actions of the third master.

Mrs. Jiang then smiled, "Don't have to write it anymore. The letter said that I believe that you, Mr. Zhang, will definitely make the most beneficial decision to the people of the world."

Mr. Zhang stood up after a while: "When did this letter be sent?"

"Today!" Mrs. Jiang said in confusion, "But the letter also said, you know how to contact them."

Mr. Zhang immediately called someone: "Go and find someone who sent the letter! Go quickly! Then invite in quietly."

The follower responded outside and hurried out.

Mrs. Jiang hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? The message was inappropriate?"

Mr. Zhang felt a little more respectful: "This letter...forget it! You will know later." As he said, he took the big hair cloak and put it on Mrs. Jiang, "You go with me to the front. You will know when you go."

When the two arrived at the study room in front, the follower whispered: "Master, Madam, you have already invited me in."

Mrs. Jiang was wondering, "Who has invited me here?"

Mr. Zhang smiled and walked in.

Who are not Saburo and He Mao sitting inside?

It was the first time both sides met, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Mr. Zhang thought to himself that the Fourth Master was really bold and he actually handed over such an important matter to two such young people. Should he be said to be young and frivolous? Or ignorant and fearless?

Sanlang exchanged glances with He Mao, and then bowed, "Old Zhang Ge, I have been looking forward to it for a long time." As he said that, he looked at Mrs. Jiang again, "I often hear the Empress mention her wife. The Empress misses her very much. She said that you are her only close friend and her relationship is extraordinary. But she didn't know that the Empress's best friend is so elegant and elegant. I really hate that she has been born so many years later..."

Mrs. Jiang raised her eyebrows: "Why is this?"

"To be honest, if I had been born twenty years ago, there would have been nothing wrong with Mr. Zhang." Sanlang couldn't help but say with some regret.

This was actually a bit frivolous and rude. But Sanlang knew from Lin Yutong's mouth that Mrs. Jiang's temper and character were also known, and he did think that Mrs. Jiang was considered a rare beauty with outstanding temperament.

Mrs. Jiang laughed: "You guy... your mouth is so slippery. Even twenty years ago, I still think my old man is better."

Sanlang quickly bowed to Mr. Zhang again and said with a smile: "Young man is ruthless, please forgive me. I just think it's just to make my wife smile."

Mr. Zhang knew it in his mind. This man really had some skills that others did not have, such as his face. He was so thick that he could really put himself in the position of his junior. It was a blessing that he, a dignified prince, could put himself in such a face.

He bowed his hand and replied: "Your Majesty, you are polite." He really didn't expect that the prince who disappeared in the brothel would appear at his home and come to deliver a letter to his wife. It can be seen that the queen had entrusted the prince to the prince when the other party left the capital. It can be seen that the Qing court had already planned for Jiangnan. "Sit down and say." He sat in the main seat first and glanced at Mrs. Jiang.

Only then did Mrs. Jiang realize who the sender was.

She smiled and retreated, "You guys sit down, I'll pour you tea."

This is to go outside and ask the three of them to speak with peace of mind inside.

Sanlang and He Mao quickly stood up and saluted: "I'm Mrs. Lau." They were very humble and polite.

Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Jiang felt soothed. Knowing that this was for Lin Yutong's sake, it seemed that Lin Yutong said she was interested in Mrs. Jiang.

After Mrs. Jiang retreated, Mr. Zhang looked at He Mao and asked, "I wonder who this young general is?" He dared to sit side by side with Yin Sanlang, which proved that his identity is not low. He was so young, and he had some guesses in his heart.

"Boy He Mao, I have seen his deceased uncle." He Mao bowed and bowed.

He Mao? He Kun’s son is now the Minister of Military Affairs.

But were the court officials of the Qing Dynasty shameless? This military aircraft and a cabinet are really better than the other. Zhang Ge Lao and He Kun are not old friends. But the Jiang family and the He family are both generals and should have friendships. If they insist on making friends like this, they call him Uncle, and he can only pinch their noses and recognize him. With their current status, this is also giving him face.

But this face gives people some toothache.

He could only nod and return: "I am very sorry about your father's affairs."

After saying a few polite words, he turned to the point. Mr. Zhang asked first: "I have read it. How should I cooperate and listen to your instructions."

Sanlang smiled and said, "Why should Master Zhang belittle me? Before leaving, the emperor gave many instructions, we will follow your order in Jiangnan."

Mr. Zhang was stunned and looked at Sanlang and He Mao in disbelief: "Two, this is no joke."

Sanlang smiled: "The Emperor said, if anyone like you cannot entrust a big deal, who else can?"
Chapter completed!