Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 46

"Did the Empress give it to you?"

"Bah! Are there any rules? I want to be called 'Mother Queen'!"

Wang Xiuzhi pretended to be angry, leaning against her husband's back, talking softly with her chin on his shoulder, rubbing his belly with soft and tender hands, and finally pinched him lightly.

Zhao Dezhao was so flirtatious that he almost couldn't hold back, thinking that he had to go to the palace for some time, so he couldn't mess around, so he quickly diverted his attention and deliberately teased: "I understand, I understand, if you reward something, you will be the empress, if you don't reward anything, you will be the empress." chant."

"Bah, bah, bah! What's this called? Haven't I seen any good things in my mother's house? What's the value of a few jewelry? Is it the kind of heart that I value?!"

"You really think that your new bracelet is a wish from your parents-in-law to your daughter-in-law, isn't that a return gift?"

"What's the gift? Mr. Xiang, you didn't arrange for the concubine to bring any gift into the palace?"

"I asked you to ask her name, isn't it just a gift? I put her in the position of the internal security guard, and the benefits I can bring her are more than a thousand bracelets!"

Wang Xiuzhi said that she couldn't but her husband refused to admit defeat, so she had to pinch her husband several times in dissatisfaction, and especially selected sensitive parts.

Zhao Dezhao couldn't take it anymore, he gently broke free from her arms, and scolded: "Don't mess around, it's in broad daylight!"

"Oh, my husband has become a gentleman, and I finally know that I can't mess around in broad daylight!"

Wang Xiuzhi turned to Zhao Dezhao, with a mocking and teasing smile on the corner of her mouth, her watery eyes were full of coquettishness, her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, as if she would never let him get away.

"Little girl, you know the taste, don't you? See if I'm going to be tough on you today, I have to tidy you up and obey you!"

Zhao Dezhao was so enraged that he swore the same vulgar words he had used in his previous life. He no longer considered that he had other business to attend to, but directly grabbed Wang Xiuzhi's wrist and violently threw the well-born daughter of the prime minister. Lying down on the thick expensive carpet, he received a loud blow.

"Ah!" Wang Xiuzhi's slap was hard, and he couldn't help screaming.

……

Zhao Dezhao proved with his own experiments that he finally subdued her.

But Zhao Dezhao himself was not much better. His legs were a little weak. When he went out to mount the horse, he failed to step on the stirrups and almost fell down. Fortunately, a guard was there to help him in time.

It was too late to go out today, even though Zhao Dezhao rode his horse and ran all the way, it was time to light up the lanterns when he arrived at Funing Palace.

Zhao Kuangyin saw his son trotting all the way into the bedroom, sweating profusely, frowned and reprimanded, "What are you doing here so late? You're in such a panic, what are you looking like!"

"My son has issued a military order. How can we not be in a hurry? We have a heavy responsibility, so we have to panic!" Zhao Dezhao smiled and explained half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Zhao Kuangyin's expression calmed down, and he turned to signal Wang Jien, who was always in front of him. Wang Jien immediately poured tea soup for Zhao Dezhao diligently, and said with a smile on his face: "Your Highness, you must be in a hurry. Take a sip of tea soup to moisten your throat."

Zhao Dezhao picked up the teacup and drank tea. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Wang Jien's flattering smirk, and suddenly wanted to play tricks on Zhao Guangyi's dog leg.

"Master Wang." Zhao Dezhao was holding tea soup in his hand and said casually: "You and the late detention class of the inner treasure supervisor are from the same hometown, right? I went to the late detention class yesterday to do something, and I heard that your accents are very different. They are similar."

Wang Jien's eyelids twitched, his heart was full of surprises. He was an eunuch who entered the palace during the reign of Zhou Shizong in the previous dynasty. He has been in the palace for many years. It is impossible that there is still a trace of his local accent. This kid can't hear it. ?
The nobleman asked a question, and he had to tell the truth in front of the emperor. These thoughts flashed in Wang Jien's mind instantly. He reacted very quickly, and immediately said with a smile on his face: "Your Highness is really good at hearing. After staying in Tokyo for so many years, I should have lost the slightest local accent when speaking with people, but I can't hide it from His Highness's sharp eyes and ears, haha!"

"Haha, Mr. Wang, I was just joking with you. You really don't have a local accent when you speak, and this king didn't hear it. It was Chi Deban who told him that he was from your hometown, and that if it wasn't Because he is from the same town as you, Mr. Wang, he can't be in the prison class of the inner treasury... Haha, it seems that Mr. Wang values ​​fellowship very much, um, very good!"

While Zhao Dezhao was talking to Wang Jien laughingly, he observed Zhao Kuangyin's face from the corner of his eye.

He found that the emperor's father had indeed reacted, and frowned slightly. Although the reaction was very small, it at least showed that he had noticed this detail. This was enough. The seeds of doubt had been planted, and they would always take root and sprout. that day.

Wang Jien's mind was extremely sensitive. While scolding Chi Jianxin in his heart, he quickly smiled and said, "Your Highness, don't believe that old dog's nonsense. In fact, although this old slave is from the same town as him, but..."

Zhao Dezhao had achieved his goal, so of course he would not give him a chance to justify himself in front of the emperor's father, so he just waved his hand to stop him from continuing, and at the same time put down the tea bowl and turned to Zhao Kuangyin, saying, "Daddy, my son entered the palace to offer you a treasure." .”

As he spoke, Zhao Dezhao took out a stack of the first printed tax stamps from his arms, and presented them to the emperor's father with both hands.

"Oh, what kind of treasure is this?" Zhao Kuangyin became interested, took it with a smile and took a closer look, but it was almost night and the light was a little dim, so he couldn't see clearly for a while.

"Guan Wang, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and light a lamp for my father!" Zhao Dezhao turned his head and shouted at Wang Jien.

Wang Ji'en was already disturbed by Zhao Dezhao's words just now, but now he was reprimanded by Zhao Dezhao for being cold, and he couldn't help panicking immediately, his movements were far less steady and calm than usual, so that when he turned around to hold the lamp, a He accidentally bumped his legs against a low table.

With a crash, the table and Wang Jien himself fell to the ground, and the half bowl of tea soup that was left on the table just now fell to the ground, and even the newly lit oil lamp in Wang Jien's hand fell all the way. , and even a little lamp oil splashed onto the hem of Zhao Kuangyin's front skirt.

(End of this chapter)