Chapter 15 A match made in heaven

There were boxes and cages of pearls and jade all over the room, and Zhao Fengnian didn't know what to do for a while.

Jingfeng moved the boxes and cages blocking the road.

"The inventory has been completed. The gift list is on the table. Should it be put into the treasury or what?"

Song Shimiao happened to enter the room and started shouting before Zhao Fengnian could answer.

"What kind of treasury should I put in? Is there a treasury in the house?

This is the betrothal gift, which is to be delivered to the bride's house.

A bunch of rough guys, no one understands at all."

After saying that, he grabbed the gift list on the table and looked at it carefully, and said to Zhao Fengnian.

"Your uncle is not stingy, and he has prepared quite a lot of things.

Don't wait any longer and ask someone to send it to the prime minister's house quickly. You'll be fine on the face of it."

Zhao Fengnian ignored him, but looked at the document in his hand and his face became darker and darker.

This is the emperor's handwriting, not a formal document.

He also used the same tone that his uncle used towards his nephew.

The first half praises Zhao Fengnian and counts his achievements in the northern border.

Of course, I didn't forget to remind him not to be too arrogant and not to take his uncle seriously.

The reason why Zhao Fengnian was ashamed was because the emperor mentioned his parents.

His father is the elder brother of the same mother as the current Holy One.

If he hadn't married a wife that the royal family was unwilling to accept, it would be Zhao Fengnian's father who was sitting on the throne now.

Even though his father had passed away many years ago, the Holy Father was still afraid of his brother who was better than him in everything.

In the second half of the handwriting, there is written the horoscope of the prime minister's daughter, who was married to Najishi.

Looking at the boy circled in two lines of ink, Zhao Fengnian just wanted to sneer.

"Forever, a match made in heaven."

He left the two people waiting for his reply in the room and went out without saying a word.

Song Shimiao picked up the handwriting dropped by Zhao Fengnian.

"Isn't this great? Why are you so angry?"

He turned to Jingfeng and said, "Don't be stunned. Go and call two people to deliver the betrothal gift to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Jingfeng was a little reluctant to part with these things. If these things were exchanged for silver, they could buy a lot of food and military supplies.

"The general didn't say, why not keep it first?"

"What to leave behind? This is in Kyoto, not in the north. It can be decided according to his temper."

After saying that, he shouted to Zhao Fengnian who had not yet walked out of the yard.

"Zhao Fengnian, please give me a message."

"Whatever." A muffled voice came, and Song Shimiao proudly raised his chin towards Jingfeng.

"Get moving, don't waste time."

When the children in the courtyard saw that Zhao Fengnian was about to leave, they rushed over like little cannonballs.

Xiao Liu grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.

Seeing Zhao Fengnian's dark face, he didn't dare to ask how to deal with this kid.

Song Shimiao summoned several strong men to send the betrothal gift to the Prime Minister's Mansion, playing music and playing music.

It attracted many people to watch along the way.

"Why send betrothal gifts to people's houses at this time? It's almost dark, so you don't have to worry about the yin."

"Who says it's not the case? Look at the men carrying the boxes and cages. They look so ferocious and scary."

"This young lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion has a hard life. With such a husband, she has to marry the Ghost King."

"Hey~ you don't know, right? The lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion doesn't have a good destiny either."

"Let's talk about it in detail."

Idle people gathered together in the streets and alleys, gossiping about the secrets of high society that they thought they knew, with obscene smiles on their faces.

Jiang Huai obviously did not expect that Prince Ning's Mansion would come to deliver the betrothal gift.

Since the Holy Spirit decided this marriage, he has only followed the Holy Spirit's arrangements.

I never paid attention to the main character of the wedding.

This is a task entrusted to him by the Holy Father and has nothing to do with anyone else.

Jiang Huai knew how to assess the situation.

It stands to reason that he, the head of the civil service, would be married to Dalan, a well-known military commander.

In the court, both reputation and status must be raised to a higher level.

But Jiang Huai saw clearly that what the Holy Emperor wanted was the tiger talisman in King Ning's hand and the military power in the north.

He didn't show any sincerity to Prince Ning, his nephew.

Furthermore, the northern border is too far from Kyoto, and the Prime Minister's Office cannot borrow much power.

Prince Ning also has no powerful connections in Kyoto, and he is such a person who hates people and hates dogs. He is of no help to the Prime Minister's Mansion at all.

He just needs to fulfill the mission entrusted by His Majesty.

As long as the Prime Minister's Mansion makes no mistakes, what happens in Prince Ning's Mansion has nothing to do with him.

In the flower hall, Jiang Huai took the gift list from Song Shimiao with a smile.

"How could Mr. Song come to deliver a betrothal gift for Prince Ning's Mansion?"

Song Shimiao was polite yet solemn, less naughty than usual, and gently placed the teacup on the table.

"It's within the scope of business and just entrusted by others.

Before the wedding is over, I will have to come to the house to make trouble."

Jiang Huai stood up with a smile: "It would be great to have Mr. Song take care of things for Prince Ning.

How about we go have a drink together, I also invited musicians from your Yunliang Pavilion to perform at my house today."

This obviously means seeing off guests.

Song Shimiao had done the courtesy and didn't want to stay here any longer.

Looking at the prime minister who looked like a human and a dog, he felt very uncomfortable.

"No need, I still have to go to Prince Ning's Mansion to do something, Prime Minister, please do as you please."

Jiang Huai held his head high and walked slowly out of the flower hall.

"Huaiyu, you send it off for me."

The lights in the Prime Minister's Mansion were brightly lit, and the sound of silk and bamboo was heard. Even though it was already dark, there were still people coming to the door with gifts to express their congratulations.

This is the dignity given by the Holy Emperor. People all over Kyoto who want to be on good terms with the Prime Minister are rushing to get this dignity.

Several girls in their mid-teens and sixteens secretly left the banquet and slipped into the garden of the side courtyard to cool off.

Without the supervision of the adults at home, he started to get active, chatting and laughing non-stop.

Although Jiang Ruiyun was loved by Jiang Huai, she was a concubine after all.

She wanted to break into the aristocratic circle of Kyoto, but she was repeatedly excluded.

He had been keeping an eye on several noble ladies early in the morning and quietly followed them to the courtyard.

He ordered his servants to bring me fruits and snacks, and his fawning manner made people a little bored.

"Jiang Ruiyun, I heard that your eldest sister was brought back to the house not long ago. What kind of person is she? Please tell us."

Jiang Ruiyun was overjoyed that these noble ladies were finally willing to look at her.

He found a stone bench and sat down, and said with flying eyebrows.

"She's just a wild girl raised in a village. She's dark, thin, and doesn't understand the rules.

You don’t know, right? She has a low life that restrains family and nobles, so she was sent to Zhuangzi.”

After breaking such violent news, Jiang Ruiyun did not wait for a sound of approval or agreement.

The ladies all turned their heads and stopped looking at her.

Or they lower their heads and talk quietly, or they pretend not to hear and eat fruits.

Jiang Ruiyun became a little anxious and raised his voice.

"Everything I say is true. If you don't believe it, you can ask the servants in my house."

A pleasant sound came from the corner of the pavilion.

"How can we talk to outsiders about something that is not on the table?

Or should I say, the little mother-in-law is so shameless."

The girl sitting next to her answered: "She and your concubine have similar interests. They both like to ruin the reputation of their eldest sister."

Several girls chatted with each other.

He didn't mention anyone by name, but he criticized Jiang Ruiyun for being ignorant and petty.
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