Chapter 123 Everyone Hates Me, Gao Jiulang

But she was also afraid that Jiulang would embarrass himself outside.

She called Jiulang's followers and gave them careful instructions: "Don't embarrass your husband. Let him speak as little as possible. If you can, speak for him. Don't make it difficult for him. Do you understand?"

She saw Jiulang didn't leave.

When Jiulang and his followers were about to go out, they bumped into Gao Zongren and that little bastard.

The little bastard born to a concubine is the same age as Jiulang, but half a head taller than Jiulang, with a dignified appearance and extraordinary looks.

Gao Zongren held the horse with his hands, and the little bastard lowered his head and recited the article to him.

His words were fluent and full of emotion, which made Gao Zongren smile with satisfaction.

What's so great about that?

It's just a few words he can memorize. They're not born from his own belly. No matter how powerful he is, he's still a bastard.

But Jiulang doesn't seem to think so.

Jiulang walked over, looking very cautious in front of the bastard and keeping his head down.

Stand up straight, you are the legitimate son.

Jiulang saluted Gao Zongren and said, "Ah, ah, ah..."

He couldn't utter the word "yeah".

Gao Zongren smiled at first, but then waved his hand impatiently: "You should stay out of the house. How come you can't even call your father at such an age? What are you going to do in the future?"

Why doesn't he scream?

When he was little, he liked to call out "Aye Aye" very much, but how many times have you responded?

Zhao was so angry that she wanted to have a big fight with Gao Zongren.

The little bastard said it nicely: "Jiulang, if you go out more often and make more friends, maybe you will become more fluent."

Gao Zongren sneered, "Him? He was able to get a wife because I'm a marquis. I was born into a marquisate. You can't even speak a complete sentence. Forget about marrying a girl from an aristocratic family. I'll just find a maid to be your wife."

"This bastard!" Zhao went up to Gao Zongren and argued, "Why does my son need to find a maid? A little bastard can marry a girl from an aristocratic family."

Zhao was really angry because she knew that Gao Zongren was already engaged to that little bitch. It was clearly her who contacted the girl from the Cui family first, but the concubine found out about it.

Then Gao Zongren came to her and said, "Giulang is a man who can do nothing. How unlucky would Cui's daughter be to marry him? Could it be that Balang is not your son? Don't be so partial. I think this marriage is perfect for Balang."

So the daughter-in-law she had high hopes for was snatched away by the man and the concubine.

Why did her son marry a maid?

However, Zhao found that no matter how she scolded Gao Zongren, he did not talk back, and the people around him seemed to be unable to see her.

Jiulang was scolded like a quail. After Gao Zongren and the little bastard left, Jiulang wiped his eyes with his sleeves and then got on the carriage.

That’s right, why are you crying? You are a legitimate son, what are you afraid of?

Go out and find a young lady to show them, and she must be better than the girl from the Cui family.

Zhao found that Jiulang first came to a escort agency in the south city. There was a martial arts training ground in the escort agency, and a burly man taught Jiulang archery.

The man is a very accurate archer and seems to care about Jiulang very much. Jiulang speaks much more fluently when he is with him.

Zhao was very angry, "Jiulang, what are you doing? How can a young man like you come to such a lowly place?"

"And this escort master, how can such a lowly person be your master?"

"You need to learn poetry and songs. You learned so much when you were young. You learned much more than the bastards. What's so great about a concubine knowing poetry? As a young man, you must surpass the concubine. Why do you need to learn archery? What on earth are you learning?"

Zhao snatched Jiulang's bow and arrow and threw it heavily to the ground.

She remembered that she had previously ordered Jiulang not to learn archery, so why didn't Jiulang listen?

Do you know how much effort you put into training him?

He spent a lot of money to hire famous teachers of the time and found so many masters to teach him poetry and song, but he insisted on learning this for himself.

"Archery, archery! What's so good about it?" Zhao was furious: "Your father doesn't like it. Your father likes people who can recite poems."

Zhao shouted.

I don’t know if Jiulang heard her call or what the servant said, but Jiulang reluctantly left the escort agency and took a car to the moat.

It is the beginning of spring, and there is an endless stream of people going out for outings.

Zhao saw many valuable screens on the shore, which were all children of wealthy families having a picnic outside.

Jiulang just stood on the shore and watched, with no desire to join in.

Zhao was very anxious.

Let him make friends and show his talents, instead of letting him stand here looking at the sky. Why is this child so disobedient?

The Gao family is wealthy and powerful, the worst that can happen is they spend money. Don’t they know how to spend money?

"Jiulang, are you alone? Why don't you go and play with everyone else?" A pretty young lady walked up to Jiulang.

When Zhao saw that the maid was from the Xiao family, she was a stranger and probably not many people knew her.

It must be Xiao Wen's mother who asked her to pick up Jiulang, but she was afraid that others would gossip.

Zhao's eyes were filled with tears: "Jiulang, Wenniang is a good person. She often comes to see you. Mother also knows that you like Wenniang. You can play with Wenniang. Although the Xiao family is not a noble family, the emperor values ​​her. Although Wenniang is not as famous as Cui's daughter, her father is the prime minister second only to the emperor. If Wenniang calls you, just go. Wenniang is still the best..."

Jiulang, with desire and joy in his eyes, boarded a pleasure boat with the maid.

After getting on the boat, Xiao Wenniang, wearing a light veil and holding her braid, looked at Jiulang coquettishly and asked, "Jiulang, do you like me?"

Jiulang was so embarrassed that he was in a panic and stammered, unable to speak.

Xiao Wenniang took another step forward, put her hand on Jiulang's chest, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Jiulang, I heard that you are good at poetry. In fact, I also like literati. As long as you can recite a poem standing on the top of the city, I will marry you."

Two young men from aristocratic families also started to make a noise: "Jiulang, Wen Niang wants you to marry her, you won't refuse to give her face, will you?"

"Jiulang, promise her, can't you do such a small thing?" Zhao's sense of victory was aroused.

Jiulang's face did not look happy, but pale instead.

Zhao was furious, how could it be such a waste?

Xiao Wenniang asked the boatman to stop near the city wall, and she pulled Jiulang up to the wall.

They stood at the highest point, and a large crowd of people gathered below.

Xiao Wenniang hid behind the pile and let Jiulang stand in front of the crowd. She said, "Jiulang, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Sing it yourself."

Jiulang was like a lamb being forced onto the battlefield, with a fearful look in his eyes, and he covered his face with his hands, wanting only to go downstairs.

However, the two playboys were holding him back from the platform.

The people below were discussing: "What's going on? Whose young man is this?"

"You want to pursue a young lady, and you say you can write poetry, but when the time comes you run away." The young men on the flower boats below shouted with disgust.