Chapter 1605 Who to Help

The emperor glanced at him and said, "Don't grumble. Isn't this the result you want?"

Zhou Shuren raised his head, "I know I can't hide it from the emperor. I am where I am today because of the emperor's grace. I never dream of having anything to gain, but I have done my duty and someone won't let me go!"

The emperor gestured for him to continue, and Zhou Shuren said, "I don't want to be a ladder for others to climb up, and I hate to be involved in my granddaughter's marriage. At the same time, I am afraid."

The prince looked sideways, is Marquis Zhou still afraid?

Zhou Shuren coughed and said, "I am afraid that the marriage will turn out to be to an ungrateful person. I am not here today just to make wedding clothes for others. I am afraid that the Zhou Marquisate will be shattered in the end."

The Emperor and the Crown Prince were silent. Zhou Shuren hinted that the Yong'an Mansion was not trustworthy and also implied that he was afraid of being abandoned.

The study was too quiet, and Eunuch Zhang broke out in a cold sweat. This Lord Zhou was really bold!

Zhou Shuren was not afraid at all, he had made enough achievements, as long as he did not break the law, the royal family would not be able to find a reason to blame him. Even now, he was not afraid to reveal his feelings. Yes, he was afraid that the Zhou Hou Mansion would be like a passing cloud.

Your Majesty, "You have always performed your duties conscientiously. As long as you are worthy of the court and the people, what you are thinking about will not happen."

Zhou Shuren's eyes were deep, and he was satisfied with the result of this test. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The emperor personally helped the man up, "My father and I trust you."

He can see very clearly whether a person cares about the country and the people. If it weren't for his concerns, Zhou Shuren deserved more.

Zhou Shuren asked quietly, "If the minister and the Duke of Yong'an quarreled or fought, who would the emperor help?"

Prince, "???"

Emperor, "...Can you beat him?"

Zhou Shuren was at a loss for words. This question was a bit biased. Yes, the Duke of Yong'an was a military commander, but who stipulated that he had to fight himself? It was stupid to fight when he knew he couldn't win. "I have a master sent by the emperor."

emperor,"......"

Zhou Shuren continued secretly, "I think it's not good for the emperor to be holding back his anger."

It was really difficult to be the emperor when the country was just founded. He must have remembered this feeling in his heart.

emperor,"......"

Prince, "......"

After Zhou Shuren finished his report, he walked out of the palace happily, attracting the attention of the patrol guards. The guard commander was also familiar with Zhou Shuren and stopped to ask, "Is there any good news for Lord Zhou?"

Zhou Shuren stroked his beard and said, "It is indeed a happy event. Thank you for your hard work, Commander."

The guard commander smiled and said, "Then I won't delay you, sir."

As both are people trusted by the emperor, there is no conflict of interest between them and their relationship is still good.

At Zhou Hou Mansion, Zhu Lan was speechless to her eldest son-in-law and his wife, "It's no use hiding from them."

He hid here so early in the morning. What kind of thing is this?

Xuemei said straightforwardly, "My daughter thinks that if she hides for a few days, she will know that her husband has no intention of accepting a disciple. Even if he doesn't give up, he won't be in front of so many people like he is now."

Jiang Sheng agreed with his wife's idea, "Mom, we are sorry to bother you."

Zhulan waved her hands, "What kind of disturbance is this? You don't have to accompany me. Go to the yard and rest."

Xuemei went home yesterday and spent most of the night checking the gift list. Now she felt exhausted, so she got up and went back to the courtyard where she was staying to rest.

Just as Xuemei and her husband left, Qingxue came in and said, "Marquis Rong and his wife are here with the prince."

Zhulan was surprised and said, "Please come in."

Rong Enqing and his wife came in. Zhulan looked at Rong Anxing and asked, "The child is not in the academy. Why did you bring the child here?"

Yao Yao turned her head to look at her husband. Rong Enqing pushed his son and said, "I have hired a master to teach calligraphy and painting for An Xing. An Xing has some talent in painting. Today, she shamelessly came to Mr. Jiang's house and wanted to become his disciple."

Zhu Lan was not surprised by Rong Enqing's frankness. There was no need to be so vain all these years. She waved to An Xing to come forward, "This child has grown into a young boy in the blink of an eye."

An Xing often came here with his parents, and was very respectful to the old lady. He greeted her quickly and asked, "How are you these days, old lady?"

Zhulan: "Okay, okay."

This child looks more and more like Rong Enqing back then.

Rong Enqing has often gone to teach orphans in the past two years. It seems that he has found a new goal. He is more energetic than before. With this smile, the father and son look more alike.

Yao Yao looked at her son with tender eyes. Her son had been sensible since he was young. Her heart ached again. If it weren't for her as a mother, her son would have a better future. Instead of being like now, even prestigious teachers were unwilling to teach her son because the Yao family was liquidated.

The daughter of the Yao family will have to carry the surname for the rest of her life.

Zhulan likes An Xing very much, but he is too well behaved and doesn't act like a nobleman at all. "You came at the right time. Xuemei and her husband are at their house. I'll go call Jiang Sheng over. Let's make it clear that I won't interfere whether Jiang Sheng accepts the girl or not."

Rong Enqing was grateful, "You are already a great favor by helping me to speak up."

Jiang Sheng came over very quickly. He was away from home for many years and was not familiar with Rong Anxing. This child was too quiet and he would not pay much attention to him during the New Year. "I really don't have the intention of accepting a disciple."

After saying that, seeing the disappointment in the boy's eyes, he added: "But I can give you some pointers. I'll teach Mingjia and Yuwen, and you can come too."

Rong Anxing greeted him quickly, "Thank you, sir."

Rong Enqing also smiled. This was already a good result. "Thank you for your help."

Jiang Sheng smiled and said, "It's not a problem. We are all relatives."

Time passed quickly. When those who wanted to become Jiang Sheng's disciples saw that Jiang Sheng had no intention of accepting any apprentices, most of them gave up the idea. The remaining few who did not give up did not push him too hard. Jiang Sheng was finally able to concentrate on painting at home.

There were several heavy snowfalls at the beginning of this winter, but there has been no heavy snowfall since then. There were still snowflakes in the south this year, but not as many as last year, which is a good thing.

Zhulan received a letter from Chang Lian, in which he said that everything was fine in Ningzhou, and that the scenery behind the Ningzhou government office was beautiful, etc. Finally, he said that he missed his parents at home, and that he was unfilial and had not been able to return to Beijing to visit them for many years.

Zhulan felt sad after reading the letter. Her third son had been posted outside Beijing for many years. Yuyi and the others had grown up, and she had never seen him again. She heard that he had grown a beard, and she didn't know what he looked like.

Qingxue saw that the old lady was in a bad mood, "If you are like this, the Third Master should be worried."

Zhulan sighed, "I don't know how many years it will take for him to return to Beijing. It's too far away."

In modern times, with airplanes, one can return home after a few days of vacation. But in ancient times, Ningzhou was too far from the capital and it was difficult to return. Once one became the head of a state, it was even more difficult to leave!

Zhulan wanted to not send the child to Ningzhou. The couple also missed the child, but the journey was too long. After thinking about it, she gave up, but it still left a trace in her heart.

At the gate of Jiang's house, Gu Sheng got off the carriage and stood for a while before knocking on the door. The doorman heard from his master that he had been waiting, so he hurriedly opened the door and said, "Mr. Gu, please. My master is waiting for you!"

Gu Sheng was holding the painting in his arms and was about to step in when he heard a voice behind him calling, "Brother Gu, Brother Gu."

Gu Sheng pursed his lips and turned around, only to see a carriage stop. Ji Deming got off the carriage, and another person got off behind him. Gu Sheng's brows furrowed even deeper!

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