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Chapter 47 A Rotten Peach Blossom

Naturally, the governor of Jingzhao did not dare to embarrass the beloved daughter of King Zhenbei. Of course, the people around her were punished in the end. Even so, the girl, oh, her name was Yang Zhangzhu, which means the pearl in the palm.

Yang Zhangzhu still felt angry, "Who is that person?" Not only did she lose her job, but she was also sent to the Jingzhao Mansion. She had never suffered such injustice in her entire life.

Anyone who knew Wen Jiuxiao kindly told her, "That is Master Xiaowen, the young minister of Dali Temple, the third son of the Marquis of Wu'an."

"Is he Wen Jiuxiao? Princess Anle------" Fortunately, she still had some brains and didn't reveal Princess Anle's thoughts in front of everyone.

Although, everyone knows this, but knowing it is the same thing, but they can’t say it.

What's more, now Princess Anle has chosen her consort.

Yang Zhangzhu and Princess Anle are not very rivals. One is the pearl held in the palm of the king of Zhenbei, and the other is the emperor's favorite princess. They are both uncompromising beauties of heaven. When these two people get together, they can only be pleasing to each other.

Weird.

On the surface, Yang Zhangzhu's status is slightly inferior. But her father is guarding one side and holds military power. Even if she quarrels with Princess Anle, Anle can't do anything to her, and the emperor will not punish the girl's family for the quarrel.

she.

On the contrary, for the sake of King Zhenbei, the emperor would ask Princess Anle to entertain her well and give her some food.

Yang Zhangzhu asked people to investigate all the affairs of Princess Anle, and naturally knew that she was obsessed with a young courtier named Wen Jiuxiao, and was very disdainful.

Isn't he just a man? If he likes it, he can bring her around. If he doesn't have any courage, how can he still be a princess? If you tell me, you will laugh out loud.

Secretly cursing: This Wen Jiuxiao is probably a pretty boy, otherwise why would he be fascinated by Anle?

Yang Zhangzhu thought about that proud man, and her face was not pale. On the contrary, he was handsome and handsome. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her whole life.

Not only is she beautiful, she also has a wild nature about her, like the horse her father gave her.

Who among the people around her didn't go out of their way to please her? Only this Wen Jiuxiao made her fall off her horse the first time they met and scolded her harshly, which was a bit interesting.

Yang Zhangzhu felt that An Le's vision was not bad, and at least the person he was interested in was not a fake person.

However, since she failed, Yang Zhangzhu laughed arrogantly, "Go and see where Wen Jiuxiao is? I want to see him."

The wet nurse was startled, "Princess, please don't act recklessly. Did you forget to watch the young master?"

The young master cousin is Yang Zhangzhu's uncle's cousin. They were childhood sweethearts. Although they didn't break the window, both families are interested in it. When they return home, they will probably get married.

Yang Zhangzhu sneered, "Don't put pressure on me with my cousin. It's not like I won't marry him unless I marry him. My Yang family has no engagement with him."

Her aunt has always flattered her, claimed to love her, and used nice words to coax her every day. Don't think that she doesn't know her intentions, doesn't she just want her cousin to marry her?

She was just pretending to be confused because her cousin was indeed obedient to her.

Do you really think she is a naive and stupid little girl? How ridiculous!

"Nanny, look at how scared you are, I just met an interesting person for fun." Yang Zhangzhu snorted, "It's not like I want to marry him, what's the matter with you? Besides, even Anle is interested in it.

Him, even if I really marry him, it’s not considered a lowly marriage, right? Doesn’t my father want me to marry into the capital?”

The nurse's face turned pale, and she knelt on the ground with a plop, "County, Princess ------"

Yang Zhangzhu's face sank, "Why don't you go quickly."

"Yes, yes, slave, let's go right now." The wet nurse retreated as if she was being pardoned.

When she got outside, she took a few deep breaths and then hurriedly walked towards the front yard.

"Master Yang, the princess seems to know." The nanny's voice was trembling.

Before setting off, the prince gave her a task and ordered her to keep an eye on the princess.

This time the princess came to Beijing, ostensibly to celebrate the emperor's birthday. In fact, the prince made a deal with the emperor, and the princess was sent by the prince in good faith. Whether she enters the harem or marries the prince, she will follow the emperor's wishes.

The princess was kept in the dark, thinking that she would go back to the northwest after visiting the capital, but little did she know that she would not be able to go back at all. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the princess to come forward to celebrate the emperor's birthday.

"Impossible!" Yang Qing denied, "Only you and I know about this matter. As long as you don't tell me, the news will never leak out here."

"Then Princess------" The nanny was still uneasy.

"The princess probably just said it casually and said it in a hurry. It's just a coincidence. Don't be suspicious and leave any traces."

The wet nurse was comforted by him, but she was still worried when she thought of the princess's order, "The princess asked me to find Mr. Xiaowen, what should I do about this matter?"

Yang Qing also frowned. This little princess was so unruly and willful that she was always looking for trouble for him.

Mr. Xiao Wen, he has also heard of this person's reputation. It is not good for the princess to take a fancy to anyone but him, and Yang Qing has no choice.

"What can we do? Just say that we haven't found anyone and just deal with it for now." Yang Qing didn't sound good at all.

Wen Jiuxiao was very surprised. The beloved daughter of King Zhenbei, a young girl, came to Beijing to celebrate the emperor's birthday on behalf of her father. There are no men in the palace of Zhenbei King? This rhetoric is problematic at first sight.

But this has nothing to do with him. He only needs to protect one-third of an acre of Dali Temple. As for the unruly and domineering princess, he has no good impression at all.

Among all women, there are some who are lively, some who are quiet and elegant, and some who are frank and frank. The only thing he hates is Yang Zhangzhu, who is aloof and doesn't take human life seriously.

Yu Zhi struggled for a few days and then calmed down. What is supposed to come will always come. There is no point in hiding. In the worst case, the troops will come to cover up the water and the earth.

As a worker, if your boss treats you well, can you still push it to others?

Yu Zhi went to Huguo Temple to light a lantern for her scholar father. Now that she was wealthy, one lamp was not enough. She lit two lamps, one on each side in front of the memorial tablet.

I hope that the scholar's father can live a good life down there. The light will be brighter so that he can study better. Don't worry about her. She is also living a good life.

Yu Zhi accidentally discovered that Huguo Temple actually enshrines the God of Wealth. The God of Wealth should belong to Taoism, right? And Huguo Temple is Buddhism, and Buddhism enshrines the Taoist God of Wealth. What does it mean? Huguo Temple is short of money?

The monks in the temple explained a lot, and Yu Zhi understood one sentence clearly: The God of Wealth is actually the protector of Buddhism, and he is the same person as the King of Wen Da Wen.

If you don't understand, just don't understand, but it doesn't stop her from praying.

Yu Zhi is very pious: the sky is bright, the earth is bright, the gods of wealth will appear soon. Pies will fall from the sky, gold will fall from the sky, anything will fall from the sky, please show up soon, show up soon!

OK! Okay, let’s go back and wait for the God of Wealth to appear!

In the main hall where the tablets were enshrined, a middle-aged man wearing half-worn green clothes came in. He did not enshrine the tablets, but said a few words to the guarding monk.

When he was leaving, the attendant beside him exclaimed, "Sir, this man has the same surname as you."

The man looked over and saw the name Yu Dalang. He smiled freely and said: "The world is so big, how many surnames there are? It's not surprising that he has the same surname as mine."
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