The Zhao family was happily eating lamb legs. The last dish was only eaten after Zhao Biao came in, and he was quite satisfied.
Fang Jing'an's arrival surprised everyone, and Chen Xinyue was even more delighted. "Uncle, you're here just in time. The food has just been served. Let's eat together."
Zhao Biao was not used to dealing with eunuchs. These eunuchs were fickle, vicious, and vindictive. With his careless temper, he would not know how he would die if he offended them.
However, for Chen Xinyue's sake, she politely invited him to eat with her.
Fang Jing'an's heart, which had been chilled by Emperor Xuande, gradually warmed up, and he agreed with a smile, "Well, I'm sorry to bother you. I hope you don't mind."
"How could that be? Uncle Xinyue, you're welcome."
I felt embarrassed to call him by his identity, so I had to call him that. The other children all called him uncle. Zhao Letong took the opportunity to eat more meat and didn't greet him.
By the time everyone sat down, half of the lamb leg was already empty. Zhao Letong's little mouth was greasy and she wiped her mouth to prevent anyone from seeing her stealing food.
Just looking at her serious little face and innocent eyes, everyone almost believed it.
Zhao Biao laughed heartily: "You kid, you're not hungry at home, why are you so greedy?"
Chen Xinyue defended her: "All children are like this. They will be fine when they grow up. It's not considered greedy. Who doesn't like to eat?
General Zhao, please try my cooking. I am very grateful for disturbing your family for so many days. I offer you a toast."
"That's fine. It's not easy for a girl like you to meet someone like us. It's fate that we, the Zhao family, can't help you?"
"Dad is right. Sister Chen is skilled in medicine and cooking. She's a rare talent."
Fang Jing'an was infected by the lively and warm atmosphere of the Zhao family. He didn't say anything to spoil the fun and had a meal with everyone.
After dinner, the children ran out to play and digest their food. Zhao Letong snuggled up to Zhao Biao, waiting to hear what Fang Jingan wanted to hear.
Except for the eldest son Zhao Xing, no one else let them listen and everyone went back to their own courtyard.
Fang Jing'an's eyes turned red, and he said apologetically, "Chen Boyang cannot be convicted. He can't die. All our hard work over the past few days has been in vain."
"Why?"
Chen Xinyue was the most excited. Only after she avenged the original owner could she feel at peace and live her own life.
"Because of Prince Ning."
Emperor Xuande was not a tyrant. Fang Jing'an was able to reach the position of second-in-command because he was a servant he valued. He explained everything to him in detail and compensated the Fang family. It can be said that he used both kindness and force, and Fang Jing'an had no choice but to agree.
Anger flashed across Zhao Letong's face. "No wonder Chen Boyang is so confident and not afraid of going to jail. Turns out he has a back-up plan."
Zhao Biao sighed, "Prince Ning has been passed down for several generations, and his fiefdom has become increasingly prosperous. He even has his own army and is gradually becoming a powerful figure.
It’s not that the imperial court doesn’t want to reduce the power of the princes, but this matter is of great importance. Since Prince Ning has not rebelled, we cannot rashly launch an attack.
Furthermore, the southern climate is not suitable for the northern soldiers. The miasma, the heat, the high mountains and dense forests, and the language barrier make it even more difficult to suppress them."
Zhao Letong, [The south is a treasure land. Famous mountains and rivers produce treasures. I really want to go to the south and take a look.]
[The imperial court was foolish. They sealed off such a precious land. Are they regretting it now?]
[Miasma and the like aren't a problem. They can be cured with the right medicine. Otherwise, how do people in the south survive?]
Chen Xinyue had experience from her past life and thought the same as Zhao Letong, "If the south is well managed, it will be richer than the north.
There are also plains in the mountains, and the mountains block the cold currents. Rice can be harvested twice or even three times a year, making it more prosperous than the land of fish and rice.
Miasma isn't a problem; there must be an antidote locally. If you want to reduce the power of the feudal lords, you must prepare early."
Zhao Biao's eyes lit up: "Niece Chen, you know all this? Have you ever been to the south?"
"No, it was a wandering Taoist who lived in Zhuangzi for a while. He told me about it and taught me some medical skills. However, I am not very knowledgeable, so I only learned the basics."
“That’s pretty impressive too.”
Fang Jingan felt guilty: "If this continues, I don't know when I can avenge my parents."
Zhao Letong's eyes flashed. What the living couldn't do, the dead could always do. Fang Jingru hadn't been reincarnated yet, so maybe she had to do it herself.
"When will he be released?"
Fang Jing'an: "Not so fast. The court has to save face. They will conduct a new trial to clear his name and silence the accusers."
The crime was pinned on the second branch of the Fang family. They were dead anyway, and nothing was more appropriate than the dead.
Fang Jing'an's parents were able to clear their names and restore their innocence.
He also compensated Chen Xinyue by asking her to change her surname to Fang to continue the Fang family line.
This was what Fang Jing'an pleaded for. If he changed his surname, the Chen family would definitely stop him when they found out, which would only add to his trouble.
The emperor has spoken, and the Chen family has to keep it to themselves even if they are dissatisfied.
Zhao Letong nodded, said no more, yawned, and felt a little sleepy.
"Now that things have come to this, you should be more open-minded. The law of nature is clear. Let's see how many times he can escape."
Zhao Biao felt a little upset and comforted them with a few words. Fang Jing'an said goodbye, and Chen Xinyue continued to live in the Zhao family's guesthouse, waiting for the imperial edict to come down, reopen the mansion, and establish the Fang family.
When Zhao Letong was returning, he ran into Xiao Shanjian, and his eyes lit up: "You came here on your own initiative, so don't leave tonight."
"Didn't you ask me to come?"
Zhao Letong has forgotten that the soul of an adult is like the brain of a child, which is underdeveloped and prone to forgetfulness.
"Come in, you are all waiting outside. No one is allowed to come in without my permission."
The door closed, and Xiao Shanjian felt inexplicably nervous. "What are you going to do?"
"I want to use the dragon energy in you to set up a formation. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just need you to help me block the thunder when it comes."
"Can I still survive? That's thunder from the sky!"
That's really scary. No matter how mature Xiao Shanjian is, he's still just a child.
Zhao Letong waved his hand. "How could I harm you? The thunder will avoid you. You are a true dragon. The thunder will not strike you. Just be calm and don't be afraid. Nothing will happen to you."
It doesn't sound very reliable. The key point is that Zhao Letong is only three and a half years old. He is confused and can't even take care of himself. How can he make Tianlei obedient?
“Last time, the door god was splashed with dog blood, and the door god was destroyed. The evil spirit broke in and harmed people. That’s when I thought of this formation to protect my whole family.
If you were in the palace, you wouldn't encounter evil spirits. Now that you live in my house, you have to contribute to this family. Are you willing?"
Xiao Shanjian could only say, "I do."
It sounded like an oath, and Zhao Letong was quite satisfied. He had agreed to this himself, and it was okay to secretly borrow a little bit of dragon energy.
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