The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

After choosing the fabric and measuring the body, half a day passed after this toss. Su Ji left with the fabrics and patterns, and before the festival, they would send someone to bring the ready-to-wear. The person who Hong Wanqing sent Su Ji away, although the Marquis of Yongping was a military general, he was very strict with their daughters. .

Sitting on the Arhat chaáng drinking tea, she couldn't help but glanced at the sky and asked, "Has Lord Hou come back?"

"I'm back, I'm talking to the old man in the front yard."

Hong Wanqing snorted and said angrily: "So there are guests. You go and deliver some cakes to the Hou Ye, and let the Hou Ye come back early today. Although court affairs are important, you can't always sleep in the study room."

"Yes."

The maid led the order to retreat. Seeing Hong Wanqing's dejected appearance, the dowry maid approached and pinched her shoulders, slowly persuading her, "Mrs. Hou, the court is discussing the issue of raising troops to fight Japanese pirates. Master and Marquis of Wu Ding are very concerned, uncle. Young and energetic, he has just been promoted from Datong, and he must be a hotly debated candidate for this expedition. The Marquis is a person with important affairs, and naturally he will not indulge in the love of his children. You must be considerate and considerate."

Hong Wanqing sighed, and she was finally able to say two heartfelt words to her dowry: "I understand, which aspiring man would spend all day in the house? Isn't it too cold to go back to the wedding room?"

The dowry mama lived twenty years longer than Hong Wanqing, and was used to seeing men and women. She is actually not optimistic about Fu Tingzhou. Men are very practical. If they like it, no matter how busy or tired they are, they can always make time. But Fu Tingzhou has been pushing and procrastinating since he got engaged. His wife was tired for a month or two, but Fu Tingzhou's love for Hong was very dull. Except for the three days of the wedding, he rarely entered the room after that.

This doesn't seem like a good omen.

The dowry maid couldn't help thinking of what she had heard before. It was said that Fu Tingzhou had a childhood sweetheart who had been with him for ten years, and the marriage was all set, because the Yongping Marquis Mansion had to give up. The Hong family has always known about this matter, and the Marquis of Yongping doesn't care. For men, what they want is political alliance. The few women around Fu Tingzhou are not important at all; Mrs. Marquis Yongping also knows about it, but she doesn't care about it.

Before Hong Wanqing passed the door, Mrs. Yongping Hou, including the dowry maids, felt that a mere civilian girl, how could she compare with the noble and noble daughter of the Houfu? When Fu Tingzhou has a newcomer, he must soon forget his old childhood sweetheart.

But now, the dowry mama felt that things were a little off the hook.

Fu Tingzhou's feelings for the ex-fiancee were far deeper than they imagined. Even if no one is in the mansion, it can still make Fu Tingzhou unhappy.

The dowry maid felt a little tricky, but in the face of Hong Wanqing, she definitely couldn't tell the truth, and she still used the way that Hou Ye was busy and had no time for children to comfort her. Hong Wanqing listened to her mother for a long time, and persuaded herself again, and her brows settled down.

Seeing Hong Wanqing like this, the dowry sighed in her heart. She even regretted it a little. When Mrs. Yongping Hou knew about Wang Yanqing's existence and insisted on letting Hong Wanqing marry, she should persuade Mrs. Now that the boat is done, the dowry mama can only hope that the man's inferiority will take effect as soon as possible.

Hong Wanqing had already talked about the Shangsi Festival, and the dowry maids also cheered and complimented Hong Wanqing with a smile: "Don't worry, Madam Hou, you have a good reputation in your boudoir, and now you are newly married again, on the Shangsi Festival. It will definitely surprise four people and come out on top."

Hong Wanqing said: "Mommy, don't say these words, people will hear a joke. There are so many ladies and wives in Jingzhong, where can I get my turn?"

Although she said so, there was pride in her eyebrows. The uncle is the head of the nobles, the Marquis of Wu Ding, and the husband-in-law is the Marquis of Zhenyuan who has the most momentum. Hong Wanqing has been attracting attention since her engagement, and I don't know how many people have flattered her. With her jewels in front, who else in the capital could compare to her?

Wind chuī willow, soon, the Shangsi Festival is here. On March 3, the capital city was full of BMW carved cars, and the streets were full of fragrant clothes.

Aristocratic female relatives are very particular, and they cannot be easily seen by others. Even if they come to the riverside for a walk, they must surround the road with brocade, so as not to be bumped by civilians. Since the early morning, there has been continuous laughter and laughter by the river. The wife of officials, princesses, and wealthy merchants and wealthy families have taken their families to the riverside to eat.

The wind was blowing on the face, the flowers were in full bloom, and even the river water seemed to be scented with fragrant powder. A Guan's wife was busy with her daughter when she heard the sound of a car wheel behind her. The Guan's wife didn't care and glanced at her casually. She looked back, stunned, and reacted abruptly.

Mrs. Guan hurriedly turned around, both ingratiating and fearful, and greeted the visitor with a smile: "Lord Lu, Wan'an. The governor has a spare day today, so he came to eat by the water?"

Lu Heng dismounted, nodded lightly to the person who was speaking, and then went to the side of the car to help Wang Yanqing get off, without any intention of answering. With his current status, not many people dare to surround him even if he comes to the intersection in person.

Mrs. Guan was not annoyed that Lu Heng ignored her, and she still had a smile on her face. She looked at the carriage, wondering who was inside. The only person in the world who deserves to be escorted by Lu Heng is the emperor, right?