Zhang Juzheng raised his feet from the basin, and the two maids quickly wrapped one foot in a warm cage and wiped it slowly.

He was a little angry and his wife turned against her so quickly, and half joking and half teasing: "You were the most opposed before. If I promised to marry my daughter to him, would you go back to your hometown in Jingzhou?"

"Oh, I thought about it again. I'm a woman, so don't pull the master back." Gu sighed, thinking that there was nothing I could do. Who asked that kid to give too many hostages and still had sweet mouths? "You can do whatever you want, I won't stop you."

"Hehe..." Zhang Juzheng smiled and didn't smile. He could do whatever he wanted. How could it be possible? If he followed him, he would chop the kid with a knife, half of it was grilled and wine, and the other half was marinated for the New Year!

How dare the little brat seduce Bugu’s daughter and enjoy the blessing of being a member of the world? It’s just like he is brave enough to eat the courage of the bear heart and leopard. I don’t know that Prince Ma has three eyes!

Zhang Juzheng felt that if this matter was not handled properly, it would definitely become a joke on Shilin. How can Bugu, who has always been arrogant, accept it?

Alas, but my daughter's tears are flying. Can the father really break that evil deed?

"It was all the ones I owe to that dead girl in my previous life!" Under the maid's service, Mr. Zhang put on clean socks with silk cotton in the white silk, and changed into black velvet thick-faced embroidered cloud soft shoes at home. He stood up holding the table and sighed long: "Not only can't do whatever you want, but he also has to invite him to a meal, which is a disappointment..."

~~

In the room, Zhao Hao was talking to Jingxiu in the hall, and a maid came in to ask the guests to move to the warm room for dinner.

The two followed the maid into the warm pavilion, and saw that Zhang Juzheng and his wife had not yet come out, but the maid brought a basin of warm water and asked Mr. Zhao to wash her face.

"Uh, is this Jingzhou custom?" Zhao Hao asked in confusion.

"I don't have this custom in my hometown. It's the makeup on your face." Zhang Jingxiu couldn't help laughing and said, "Have you ever told you that the person who put on makeup has to tell you that you can't cry after you make up, and you can't cry as soon as you cry."

"I haven't said it..." Zhao Hao was sweating, and then he suddenly remembered that there must be no waterproof cosmetics in this era.

But this cannot be considered as Sister Ma’s negligence. After all, she didn’t expect that the young master who could not steam or cook, could not be beaten or fried or stir-fry would actually cry at Mr. Zhang’s house.

Zhao Hao quickly looked at the mirror hanging on the wall. The smokey makeup of his eyes was indeed soaked in tears, leaving black marks along his cheeks, and even turning the shadow on his cheeks into two pieces of ink marks.

Basically, you can pretend to be Zhong Kui by putting on a beard...

"How long have I been like this?" he asked in despair, feeling that he had at least died at the idol's house club.

"Hahaha, you will cry as long as you have!" Zhang Jingxiu finally couldn't help laughing. It was hard for him to endure it for so long that Zhang Xianggong's tutor was indeed very good.

"..." Zhao Hao took the cotton towel speechlessly and began to wash his face silently.

"Sir, don't be like this. My mother also put on makeup for my father." Zhang Jingxiu smiled and felt that he was too unkind. The other party was his teacher and gave him so many valuable gifts... and then one reason was the main one.

He was worried that if his brother-in-law could not come down from Taiwan, he would have no gifts to receive in the future. He decisively betrayed his parents: "In addition to highlighting my father's handsomeness, my mother will paint different makeup for him according to the mood and condition he needs to show that day. For example, if you want to show that you are too tired, just paint your face whiter; if you want to show that you are worried, just paint your face yellower; if you want to show that you are angry, just paint your face blacker..."

"This is called canned food, which is used to preserve food for a long time." Mr. Zhao quickly followed the words of his mother-in-law: "The yellow peaches, cherries and lychees on this table are also picked and processed in spring and summer, and stored in cans until now."

"Isn't this poisonous?" Zhang Juzheng picked up a can of pineapple in a glass bottle on the table and looked at it carefully under the lamp. Not to mention, it looks very tempting.

"Of course there is no more." Zhao Hao hurriedly said, "In the future, my uncle and mother can eat anything they want all year round."

Zhao Hao didn't mention that canned food is a magical tool to solve the supply of military supplies. Because it was impossible for civil servants of the Ming Dynasty to distribute canned food to the big-headed soldiers.

"Hmph, you don't lack ways to make money." Zhang Juzheng snorted and put down the canned bottle.

After that, Zhang Juzheng didn't speak much, and the table of people ate silently. It was not that Gu and Zhang Jingxiu ignored Zhao Hao. The Zhang family had strict tutoring and emphasized that they would not sleep or eat or speak.

After dinner, Zhang Juzheng glanced at Zhao Hao and got up and went out.

Mr. Zhao accused Gu and his idol came into the study.

~~

The furnishings in the study have not changed much, but there is a large character on the wall that says "Abstaining from desire and abstaining from anger, and being casual and natural."

This is not the first time Zhao Hao has entered this study, but the times have changed, and the moods of the host and the guest have been very different.

After the maid served tea, Zhang Juzheng ordered people not to come in and disturb him. Then he looked at Zhao Hao coldly and asked, "Tell the truth, is there any other intention to seduce my daughter?"

"How could my uncle ask such a question? With your sharp eyes, if I have any bad intentions, can I let my nephew enter this door?" Zhao Hao spread his hands and couldn't rely on the female literary youth, so there was no need to pretend to be innocent anymore.

"If my uncle is worried, I can make a poisonous oath!"

"No need." Zhang Juzheng snorted. Of course he had his judgment. In fact, he only had this idea when he heard the news that shocked him and was trembling and cold, but he soon denied it himself.

Mr. Zhao, who is famous all over the world and is unique in Jiangnan, does not need to use such despicable means to bind to an ordinary grandmaster. Besides, Zhao Hao really wants to marry a grandmaster. Isn’t it good to have a grandmaster’s daughter? It can not only resolve the conflict between the two parties, but also hold the thickest thighs of Longqingchao…

Idol Zhang, who didn't know that he would become the great devil, analyzed at that time.

"Don't be too proud too early." Zhang Juzheng suppressed his unhappiness and started talking again: "This time I asked you to go to Beijing, which is what Gaoge Lao wants to do, and Bugu is just passing messages."

"I understand." Zhao Hao nodded with a smile. Arrogant is the cuteness of his idol.

"I believe you know why he asked you to go to Beijing," Zhang Juzheng said in a deep voice.

"For the court proposal for Altan's tribute." Zhao Hao nodded and said, "I heard that the court recommended the results yesterday were not as good as the wish of the old man."

"Yes. But nothing, this is expected." Zhang Juzheng sneered: "If they don't let them vote first, how do you know who is sing the opposite tune, and how do you know who should deal with?"
Chapter completed!