Chapter 157 The Angry Princess and the Rough General 12
Cha Jiu always wants to find an opportunity to push Shen Beizhan down.
But this rough man was very careful and always worried about aggravating her injuries, which had almost healed. No matter how he tempted her, he just refused to touch her.
Cha Jiu was so angry that he puffed up his cheeks and blew his hair, but he could do nothing about it.
The system couldn't help but sigh: "Shen Beizhan's self-control is really too strong. My aphrodisiac would take even cows and horses a day and a night to resist, but Shen Beizhan managed to endure it several times."
"No, you give him the medicine used for cows and horses."
"Hehe." The system laughed guiltily, "It's a system product, it can be used by both humans and animals, it's okay, it's okay."
But after waiting for a long time, Cha Jiu finally got a chance.
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The queen held a spring banquet and invited distinguished guests from various families to the palace.
Song Heng and Chu Mengwan were also among them.
Chu Mengwan had been secretly having an affair with Song Heng and was already two months pregnant.
She couldn't wait to completely ruin Cha Jiu's reputation so that she could marry into the Song family as soon as possible.
"Has that matter been arranged?" Chu Mengwan asked her wet nurse Chen while choosing clothes to go to the palace for the banquet.
Chen replied, "We are ready. The late prince still has some old people working in the palace. Although they are not important positions, they are enough for dealing with Princess Chenghui this time."
Only Chun Xiao, her maidservant, and Chen, who had taken care of her since she was a child, knew that Chu Mengwan was pregnant.
Chunxiao was very loyal. Because she was worried that her master would show her pregnancy, she prepared loose clothes for the banquet that covered her belly.
Chen thought more carefully: "The baby won't show until two months old, so just prepare some nice and slim-fitting clothes. The looser they are, the more suspicious they will be."
Chun Xiao had no choice but to prepare clothes again and sighed, "Princess, why can't you let Lord Song know that you are pregnant? We are the only ones planning it and it's very difficult."
Chu Mengwan was determined: "No, before I marry into the Song family, this matter must not be known to Brother Song."
She knows Song Heng's character very well.
Although he loved her, if he knew she was pregnant, he would never let her keep the child.
Because the risk is too great. Once discovered, both of their reputations and futures will be ruined.
But Chu Mengwan really couldn't bear to part with this child.
This is the testimony of her love with Brother Song.
Thinking of this, Chu Mengwan became more eager to plot against Cha Jiu.
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Before entering the palace, Shen Beizhan shaved his beard.
Cha Jiu was standing beside the carriage. She was stunned when she saw him walking towards her from under the tree in the courtyard where petals were falling.
In the past, Shen Beizhan's face was covered by a thick beard, and his true appearance could not be seen at all.
Looking at her now, her hair was tied in black ink, her face was deep and stern, and her facial features were all delicate and perfect. One more would be too much, and one less would be insufficient.
The deep eyebrows and eyes are like cold stars splashed with ink, and the high nose bridge seems to be carefully carved.
His thin lips were unruly, his jawline was distinct, and his aura was like a cold blade drawn from its sheath.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god of war who descended from heaven on a cloud.
Even Qingdai and Chenxiang couldn't help but gasp when they saw it.
Whoever said General Shen Si was ugly is talking nonsense!
Even if you turn this capital city, no, this State of Chu upside down, it would be hard to find someone more handsome than this.
Shen Beizhan has been appearing with a full beard for many years, and now he suddenly shaves it off, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.
Seeing Cha Jiu staring at his face, he blushed and said, "Does it look weird if I shaved my beard?"
Cha Jiu shook his head and said sincerely: "He is handsome and has a heavenly appearance. So where did your title of 'Ghost-faced General' come from? There is such a handsome male Shura in Yanluo Palace."
Shen Beizhan could tell that Cha Jiu was praising him, and said embarrassedly, "I don't know either. Maybe my killing style on the battlefield was too terrifying. In one battle, I killed more than 200 enemy soldiers and was covered in blood. They thought it was terrifying, so they called me that."
He still remembered that after the battle, he seemed to have walked out of a pool of blood, with every strand of hair dripping with blood, and his eyelids were stuck together with dried blood, half open and half closed, which was extremely scary.
But when the people in the border city saw him, they were not afraid at all.
They came to greet him, tears in their eyes. The old man pulled the child to kneel down, pointed at him and said, "Look carefully, this is the heroic general who protects us. When the barbarians and bandits see him, they will see the ghost-faced messenger from the underworld coming to take their lives."
Cha Jiu suddenly realized.
It turns out that "ghost face" does not refer to Shen Beizhan's ugly appearance, but to the fact that when the barbarian enemies see him, they know that their death is imminent.
At this time, this "ghost-faced general" was very picky about the layout of the carriage.
"The cushion is not thick enough. Your Highness' injuries have not fully healed yet, so it will be uncomfortable to sit on."
"This pastry has become hard after being stored for too long. Go to the kitchen and get some warmer, softer pastries."
Qingdai and Chenxiang looked at each other in bewilderment. They really couldn't imagine how this nagging General Shen could be so decisive in killing on the battlefield.
While the servants were changing the cakes, Cha Jiu asked casually, "Why did you suddenly think of shaving your beard?"
Shen Beizhan hesitated and refused to explain the reason for a long time.
In fact, from the time he got married to the time he went hunting, he had always heard people around him laughing at his rough look with a beard.
He himself doesn't care.
But he didn't want to hear others mocking Cha Jiu for having an unkempt, ugly and vulgar husband.
He felt that she deserved the best things in the world and should enjoy the respect and envy of others.
Although he is not the best, he will try his best to be better.
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The flower viewing banquet was held in Fanghua Palace, with all kinds of gorgeous blooming flowers displayed around it, and in the middle was an elegant banquet with winding stream and flowing wine cups.
The crowds were either admiring flowers and reciting poems, or drinking tea and chatting. It was a very lively occasion.
Song Heng stood in front of the flowers, surrounded by several literary friends, who urged him to write a poem on the theme of flowers.
"Sir Song is a very talented poet. He will definitely win the first prize in this flower viewing banquet."
Song Heng refused several times at first, but then he saw Yuan Xiang walking towards him in the peripheral vision, so he agreed and wrote down the poem he had prepared long ago.
When he stopped writing the last stroke, Yuan Xiang had stood beside him without him noticing, watching him quietly.
Song Heng pretended to have just noticed him and bowed, "Prime Minister."
Yuan Xiang pressed his hand down and said in a casual tone, "There's no need to be polite between you and me."
Having said that, Yuan Xiang's eyes were suddenly attracted by the last line of the poem on the paper.
"...Spring is like fleeting water, flowers fall and are left with empty stems." He stroked his long beard and muttered this sentence, and then he knew what Song Heng had in mind when he wrote the poem.
Although there were flowers in full bloom before his eyes, Song Heng felt sad when he saw the beautiful scenery and recalled the good times he had spent appreciating flowers with his deceased wife in the past.
Yuan Xiang couldn't help but sigh: "It's been five years since Shang'er left."
Yuan Shang was the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Yuan who died young, and also the late wife of Song Heng.
Song Heng said sadly, "That's right. The past is gone, the flowers have fallen and the people have left. Fortunately, I can always meet Shang'er in my dreams these years, which can ease my longing for her."
Yuan Xiang patted his shoulder and said, "You are a man of high character and you value friendship and loyalty. It is a blessing for Shang'er to meet you in her life. But don't be too sad and delay your future."
Song Heng smiled bitterly: "I am now the deputy minister of government affairs. I don't handle important matters, and I am not valued by the emperor. There is nothing to delay."
Yuan Xiang comforted him: "Don't worry, Tongzhengshi Chen Bin is old and is preparing to retire and return home. When this position becomes vacant, I will recommend you to the emperor."
Song Heng quickly bowed again: "Thank you for your trust, Prime Minister."
Yuan Xiang stroked his beard and said, "I believe in my judgment of people. Please don't let me down."
From an angle that Yuan Xiang couldn't see, Song Heng bent over to express his gratitude with a satisfied smile on his face.
He had already known that the Minister of Public Security was going to resign.
Therefore, this time, writing the mourning poem to arouse Yuan Tong's sympathy was a carefully planned move on his part.
As he looked up and talked and laughed again, Song Heng saw Cha Jiu coming gracefully, followed by a figure that looked both familiar and unfamiliar.
When Song Heng saw the man's face clearly, he was stunned.
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