As the weather gets colder, Zhulan is even more reluctant to leave the house. This year's freezing has not snowed except for the first snow in winter.

Xuehan sat next to her mother. As the wedding day got closer, Rong Chuan was completely blocked by her father. Listening to the cold wind outside, Xuehan couldn't help but shrink her neck, "Mom, it's too cold this winter. I'll get married in more than ten days. The weather is suffering."

Zhulan suddenly smiled, "It's Rong Chuan who really suffered. He still wants to ride a horse to pick you up."

There are very few people on the street in this weather, let alone those riding horses, and those who go out are riding horses and carriages.

Xuehan felt a little sad and said, "Who made him anxious to get married? How good it would be when next spring begins."

Zhulan smiled, "Just be stubborn."

I don’t know how to feel distressed in my heart. Don’t think she doesn’t know. In order for her daughter to get married, she made a new cloak for her daughter, until her feet. The girl put on warmth and asked the servant to send a message to Rong Chuan.

Xuehan's face turned red, and she wanted to get married and live in a strange place. Even with Rong Chuan, she still felt a little uneasy. She hugged the hand warmer in her hand tightly to relieve her a little.

Mrs. Song went to rest. The girl led Song Lan in. Zhulan hurriedly greeted her, "Why is the cold weather coming? Come and warm up."

Song Lan held her stomach and said, "Godmother, have you heard the news?"

Zhulan handed the hand warmer in her hand to Song Lan, "Are you talking about the Ministry of Rites?"

Song Lan was panicked. In recent days, since the Minister of Rites Feng was imprisoned, many people involved in the Ministry of Rites were told by her husband not to worry, she was panicked, "Godmother, will the guest be pushed to take the blame?"

This is what she is most worried about. Her husband has been harassed in the Ministry of Rites. She doesn't want to see her brother and sister's worried face, and she wants to find peace of mind, so she came to the Zhou Mansion.

Zhulan knew about the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Rites was purged. A lot of officials from the Feng clan arrested. The evidence was true. The Feng clan was too arrogant and had not saved any popularity. There were too many people who took advantage of it. "I am also thinking about it. Your godfather told me that Wu Ming had just joined the Ministry of Rites this year and has been unpopular in the Ministry of Rites. If he saw that he would not be pushed out to punish him."

Zhou Shuren can often come to the palace to meet the emperor, not to mention that this was planned by the prince. Wu Ming is the prince's member, and Wu Ming is the safest person in the Ministry of Rites. What he should really worry about is Gu Zhuomin.

Song Lan felt at ease, "I worry about my godfather."

"Should you, is the child in your belly obedient?"

Song Lan touched her stomach, her mouth was full of gentleness, "This child was tormenting me when she was pregnant. As the month grew older, I felt sorry for my mother. I have recovered from my complexion in the past two months."

"Where are your brother and sister?"

Wang Ling rarely comes to Zhou Mansion. Zhulan calculated that the last time she saw Wang Ling was celebrated by her birthday.

Song Lan said: "My brother and sister have always had better bones than mine. The doctor just took the pulse a few days ago. Both brother and sister and child are very good."

Zhulan was relieved. The Wu family had no elders, so she was also worried about it. But her family had to take care of it. The Wu family was not easy to interfere. At most, she only asked more questions.

In the Ministry of Revenue, Zhou Shuren put his hands in his sleeve and sat motionlessly while cooking fire. He wrote a little more just now, and his hands were so cold.

Zhou Shuren looked at the brazier and signaled Jinyan to go to the kitchen of the Ministry of Revenue to get a few potatoes or sweet potatoes.

Wang Ju came in and smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. He was so envious, "Is this roasted for me?"

Zhou Shuren stared at Wang Ju's face, "You will gain weight as soon as winter comes, and this face is bigger again."

Wang Ju was used to Zhou Shuren's harm to him, "You talk, you can only talk for a few days."

He is going to transfer this Ministry of Rites to the Ministry of Rites. I am so happy to think about it.

Zhou Shuren hummed, "I have found someone to take over you."

"Then I'm quite sympathetic to the person who took over me."

Zhou Shuren was also happy. Some officials from the Ministry of Revenue will also leave next year. Some of them were circled by him. He needed some people with stronger abilities and higher efficiency. This time, the Ministry of Rites has a vacant position and many people are staring at it.

Zhou Shuren stared at the roasted sweet potato that was stolen from his hand, "You are really not afraid of me anymore."

Wang Ju is not afraid. After a few years, he will be on par with Zhou Shuren. Although his power is not as great as Zhou Shuren, it is also good at par.

Zhou Shuren wanted to kick Wang Ju, but after thinking about it, he forgot. For the sake of Mr. Wang, "You just have a good father."

Mr. Wang has accumulated his favor for Wang Ju. The court has been in chaos these days. He is a person who is often summoned to the palace by the emperor. There are quite a lot of people who are close to him. The old man has helped him block it.

Wang Ju has a good father and is proud of him, "I have been the object of envy since I was a child. Isn't you also a good father? Your son has been jealous of it, and he has been hated even more recently."

Zhou Shuren was silent. Indeed, the emperor did not hide his actions from others. The General Office of Maritime Affairs in the capital had been established, and some officials from Pinggang were transferred back. The establishment of this branch and the list of officials were heard. His son was the emperor who said it was outstanding in his own words.

This old fox who practices all over the capital. The emperor said in front of many ministers that this is a signal that Zhou Changlian's name will be on the list.

Zhou Shuren smiled, "Why, are you jealous of my son?"

"No, I'm not jealous. I have a good father myself, but it's a pity that you don't have it. Otherwise, your career will be smoother."

Zhou Shuren bent his eyes, "I don't have a good father, and my career is better than you."

Wang Ju, “…….”

It hurts heartbroken. Who is not jealous of Zhou Shuren in this capital? But jealousy is useless. Zhou Shuren has no good father, but he is appreciated and valued by the emperor.

In the palace, the emperor dealt with the Feng family and felt relieved. The Chen family fell into trouble again, and he could relax, "Your brother is going to get married in more than ten days."

The prince was heartbroken. He had always regretted that he had bought a house secretly gave it to his third uncle, rather than to Rong Chuan directly. "Rong Chuan's wish came true."

He had never seen anyone who hated marriage so much. No, he hated marriage. Lord Zhou blocked his mind and refused to enter the mansion. This man's attentiveness was not stopped, and he was more diligent in giving gifts.

The emperor said: "This is a happy day when you get married, you can't see blood."

What a pity, I have to waste several months of prison meals.

The emperor suddenly said, "What kind of bride gift do you, your elder brother, give Rong Chuan?"

Prince, “……Isn’t the house my son gave me enough?”

The emperor turned around, "This is also considered? You want the emperor, be more generous."

The prince wants to vomit blood, and he is stingy because he wants to be an emperor. The construction of this country requires money everywhere, "son."

"Um?"

The prince stopped, "My son has a pair of carved bonsai, which is particularly good, and is a natural treasure. Good things come in pairs, and my son thinks it's good."

The emperor's eyes widened a little. It was indeed a treasure. His stingy eldest son was really willing to do so. "You are not so generous to your father."

Prince, "..."
Chapter completed!