Naturally, Lu Zhu and Chuntao would not believe Jia Sidao's words. After reporting to the master, he hurriedly chased Xu Ruoxi, who was embarrassed and left the seat. However, what happened today made the two of them feel a little dreamy until they walked out of the main hall.

The master not only lost his memory, but also seemed to be different. If the master had seen this situation today, there was no doubt about the consequences; as for the lady's performance today, it made the two of them feel that the lady was sick too? If he had not said that he would have gone around even when he met, he would probably have gone around. Today, the lady seemed to be acquiesced to the master to use the chopsticks she used.

What's wrong with this? The lady has never been sick.

Could it be that the lady really made a secret promise to the master so soon?

Thinking of this, Luzhu and Chuntao felt that he was too smart. Then, Chuntao began to complain that Luzhu didn't understand interest, which disturbed the elegant atmosphere between the lady and her son-in-law. Luzhu hung her little head and blamed herself.

"Oh, Sister Chuntao, I have a way." Lu Zhu, who had been spending all the way, suddenly had his eyes lit up when he was about to arrive at Xu Ruoxi's room and shouted in a sweet voice.

"What method? What method?"

"So..." Lu Zhu leaned into Chuntao's ear and bit her ear in a low voice.

"This... the lady won't blame us, right?" Chuntao looked around and looked at Lu Zhu like a thief. She was extremely hesitant, but her eyes looked eager to try.

Lu Zhu looked at Chuntao who pretended to be harmless and looked like a human and animal. She curled her lips disdainfully and glanced at Chuntao and ignored her.

The two grew up together and knew each other well. Lu Zhu was very familiar with this sister who was only a few months older than him. On the surface, they were always good babies, but once they encountered something they were interested in, two small horns would immediately grow on their heads and turn into demons.

"Hehe, I'm just a little worried, so I'll do it like this. Hey, may you be more anxious than the lady?" Chuntao looked at Luzhu with a smile, looking at Luzhu up and down with a look of suspicion.

"You are more anxious than the lady! Look at me, I will never scratch you to death today." Lu Zhu's mindless words were like a mirror in his heart. He turned red when he heard this, and then he said in anger and went to scratch Chuntao's ribs.

"Hehe, did I say that my sister is right? It turns out that I am aware of it." Chuntao scratched back to Luzhu's ribs without showing any weakness, and his little mouth did not stop and continued to tease Luzhu.

Both of them were Xu Ruoxi's personal maids and Xu Ruoxi's dowry maids. In the Song Dynasty, when men had three wives and four concubines, in order to maintain the status of the eldest wife, the dowry maid was actually a maid who was a wife, and a concubine brought to her husband by the eldest wife, so that her men would not go out to have sex with her, right?

Therefore, as long as Xu Ruoxi and Jia Sidao really fulfill their family, they will eventually have and must have a day to accompany Jia Sidao. Both Luzhu and Chuntao know this clearly. From the day they became Xu Ruoxi's personal maids, it was already destined. No matter whether they like the man of their master or not, their destiny is already destined.

In the corridor of the Jia family, two women who were not willing to be outdone were immediately frolicking together.

...

"The peach blossoms are ashamed to die mercilessly, thank you for the east wind. They blow off the delicate red and fly into the idle window to accompany you. Whoever pitys the hardships of the east sun is also because of the laziness of spring. It is not as good as the lotus, but a quiet and cold place is thick."

"Is this really a poem written by the master at the poetry meeting?"

"What? Do you dare to suspect that the young master cannot write such a poem?"

"No, Manager Jia, it's just that this poem even seems to be really good for someone like me who is illiterate. That's why I asked this question."

"Hmph, you are very good at Zhaofenger. Who is my young master? Look at the top scorers in the Seyuan Poetry Club and the second scorers. Tanhua was so scared by the young master that he didn't dare to say a word. You people, being born in my Jia family, finally accumulated virtue in the previous life."

"Yes, yes, Manager Jia, let's talk to us again."

"Old Wang, you have a word of craftsmanship, like it."

"Thank you Manager Jia to praise me. Lao Wang will go and get two more side dishes for Manager Jia."

"Haha, the relationship is good, I'll wait for you Lao Wang."

In a corner of the Jia family, Jia Quaner, who was still in shock, finally regained her energy and spitted in the kitchen to the cooks. The servants talked vividly about everything he had encountered today.

...

In the imperial city, Qinzheng Hall, Zhao Yun sat upright on the Nine Dragons throne. In the hall, all the important officials and nobles of the Song Dynasty gathered together. In the center of the hall, a civil servant and a military general crawled on the ground, and did not dare to move.

The entire hall can be heard.

"Lin'an Mansion, what happened today is now? Have you ever found the traces of the assassin?" Zhao Yun's cold voice came, causing the important officials to tremble heavily in their hearts.

Zhao Yun was generally an extremely graceful emperor. In the first few years of ascension to the throne, the government affairs were decided by Shi Miyuan, and Zhao Yun basically didn't care. After Shi Miyuan's death, Zhao Yun began to take charge of the rule, perhaps because of his background. He rarely saw Zhao Yun getting angry in the court, let alone watching the two important officials crawl on the ground and remain indifferent.

In the impression of the old ministers, Zhao Yun had the only one furious one in more than ten years before, when he was defeated by the army in Duanping Luo, that time, Zhao Yun's thunder was furious, which made Zheng Qingzhi, who was then the left prime minister, rise slowly and was about to become a new generation of the Shi family. Shi Songzhi, the commander of the Jinghu regiment, who was about to become a new generation of the Shi family, stepped down in disgrace.

This time, Zhao Yun was so angry that he was naturally for the assassination against Meng Gong that happened on the Imperial Street of Lin'an City during the day.

In broad daylight, in front of everyone, in Lin'an City, and on the Imperial Street, only a few miles away from the Imperial City, they openly assassinated the border commander of the important minister of the court who returned to Beijing to report the matter. How bold should it be?

The Song Dynasty was established for more than two hundred years, and it was not that there were court officials who had not been assassinated, but it had never been said to assassinate the court officials in the streets of the capital. This was at the edge of the imperial city, and it was that he was nakedly hitting him, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, or directly looking at the hundreds of thousands of imperial guards stationed in Lin'an City as nothing, despising or even ignoring the entire Song Dynasty.

How could Zhao Yun not be angry? Not to mention, Zhao Yun is more clear than anyone else about what Meng Gong means to the current Song Dynasty.

"The emperor returned to the emperor, the gates of Lin'an City were all closed. Now all the constables and servants in Lin'an Palace were searching for the whereabouts of assassins in the city..."

"I ask you if you have found traces of thieves!"

When Zhao Yun heard Yu Tianxi's words, his face turned as deep as water, and he interrupted with a cold voice.
Chapter completed!