For no reason, the Lu manor closed the manor door in broad daylight. The servant girl nicknamed Qiao Er hurried back to the courtyard to tell the young lady this sensitive news. The most famous vixen widow in Gangnam-do was lying on the bed reading a novel about scholars and beauties. However, compared to "The First Snow", it was unbearable to look at.
After hearing Qiao Er's report, she was absent-minded. She thought it would take at least two or three days for her brother to arrive in Yangchun City. She did not care about the Lu manor's little tricks. She was not stupid. The family that Liu Liting of Jiangxin County belonged to was only a second-rate aristocratic family in Yangzhou. How could they enter the eyes of the Imperial Palace? The marriage alliance between the Hu Pavilion Lu and the other three aristocratic families was complicated. It could not be said that they were bound together for good or ill, but it was true that they were bound together for good or ill. Without Lu Xuanlang's tacit approval, how could the Imperial Concubine from the Palace be involved? Perhaps the mastermind behind the scenes was Lu Xuanlang, the father-in-law in name. However, she was too lazy to care. No matter how Lu Qinquan died, she would have to take the blame for her husband's death. No matter how harsh and cold her parents-in-law were, she still performed all the etiquette that a daughter-in-law should have. As for often going to famous temples to listen to the debates of famous scholars and being silently criticized, she did not care about it. She liked to see those self-proclaimed distinguished scholars become as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood when they saw her enter a banquet. Thus, when she was slapped in the face by the wife surnamed Liu at Baoguo Temple, she only laughed. God knows who pitied who.
After marrying far away to Jiangnan, she could be said to have seen through these scholars. Most of them had their eyes above their heads and relied on the shadow of their ancestors to not make progress. They rested on their past achievements. The officials from Gangnam-do, for example, were completely different from the remonstrants in the North. They liked to pick on trivial matters to make life difficult for the Emperor. They were not afraid of being flogged by the court and were not afraid of being publicly humiliated. From time to time, they would make a scene of remonstrating to death. It felt like they were afraid that the Emperor would not be angry or annoyed. They scrupulously adhered to orthodoxy and were loyal to the law to the point of being paranoid. It was no wonder that many scholars said that officials from Gangnam-do were the most like officials.
However, the Jiangnan Dao had indeed produced a small group of rather formidable characters. They were well versed in politics, and their methods were well-practiced. They were able to govern the world and help the people. However, these civil and military officials who held authority in their hands had all left the Jiangnan Dao, like carps leaping over the dragon gate, and were never willing to return. They were not keen on talking about the profound, but no one could deny that it was these important officials who had truly propped up the Jiangnan Dao to flourish. If it was up to her, Lu Daolin, the head of the Lu family, who controlled half of the Imperial College, was one of them. The Minister of Personnel, Yu Lian, and the General of Dragon, Xu Gong, were also one of them. As for Lu Xuanlang and a large group of so-called famous scholars who were renowned in both the north and south of the Yangtze River, they lacked a lot of perspective. These old fellows only focused on the rise and fall of their clan's status. If they rose, they would be wild with joy. If they fell, it would be as if they had lost their parents. In their eyes, the martial artists who had made great contributions to the dynasty during the Spring and Autumn War were just crude and barbaric generals. When they said that they were a family of generals, they were far more derogatory than praising. In Gangnam-do, they were especially disliked.
If she was just an ordinary daughter of a family of generals, her spine would have been broken by the moral gentlemen. Fortunately, who was she? She was the eldest daughter of the butcher, Xu Xiao!
The servant girl who loved and loved her the most asked softly with a face full of anticipation, "Miss, when will His Royal Highness arrive at our Yangchun City?"
The widow, Xu Zhihu, used a finger to scratch the little girl's beautiful face and teased, "Pinch your fingers and count. How many times have you asked in the past two days? Have you asked ten times? "
The little girl blushed and said, "This servant is hoping that His Highness will help Miss vent her anger. Liu Liting and that shrew are really too hateful."
Xu Zhihu threw the book away and stretched. He smiled and said, "The latest would be the day after tomorrow. The last time my younger brother sent a letter, he had already arrived in Xiongbao County."
The servant girl, Qiao Er, who had been bought by the widow for ten taels of silver, laughed out loud. Her limpid eyes curved into a pair of crescent moons. She cleverly said, "Compared to the second princess, His Highness still prefers Miss."
Xu Zhihu hugged the girl's delicate body and rested his chin on her forehead. He laughed heartily and said, "You really know how to talk."
Outside the Lu Mansion, the Second Housekeeper, who had just understood what Lu Xuanlang meant, gave a look to the gatekeeper, whose status in Huting County was comparable to that of a sixth-rank official. The gatekeeper hurriedly opened the side door, allowing only one person to enter and exit. The Second Housekeeper's surname was originally not Lu, but because of his loyalty, the Lu Family bestowed him with the surname Lu. Don't underestimate this change of surname. In the era where the well-dressed gentry looked at the children of poor families as if they were dogs, it was already a great honor. The Second Housekeeper's name was now Lu Dongyang. For more than ten generations, he had served the Lu Family. The Head Housekeeper had followed the head of the Lu Family to the capital. Lu Dongyang held great power in the Huting County family and had been influenced by the Lu Family's simple and upright style. He liked to step on wooden poles and wear crane cloaks with large sleeves in heavy snow. He claimed that in his life, he liked to wear cold clothes, drink cold food, and sleep cold. Therefore, the Huting County gave him the elegant title of Mr. Four Han. He walked out of the side door alone and saw a group of 45 elite light cavalry escorting the carriage. You can give me the name card. I'll visit again when I have time. "
Captain Yuan Meng's face was gloomy, but he couldn't act rashly. His Royal Highness wasn't present, and after all, His Highness's closest daughter, Commandery Princess Chang, was living here. As for the Lu family's status in Gangnam-do and how powerful they were, would he care about these foul things?
Probably seeing through the awkward situation of these Beiliang barbarians, the second housekeeper, Lu Dongyang, with the deep foundation of the Linlang Lu family, suddenly woke up from the shock when he first heard about the bloody deeds of these people. He was no longer afraid and sneered in his heart. Fifty light cavalry dared to act so boldly in Huting County. They really didn't know what was good for them. What kind of scholars were those unlucky scholars whose blood spilled on the scene in the restaurant? They were nothing more than low-class people in Huting County. At most, they were the descendants of the Jianmen or the Officialdom. They were thousands of miles away from becoming a scholar. Did they really think that they could be domineering in Huting County by killing a few low-class people? They had to lower their heads and beg the Lu Mansion to bribe them! How could this group of barbarians be qualified to enter the Lu Mansion!
In the carriage, Princess Jing 'an and Pei Nanwei had been lifting the curtain and watching from the side. They were sitting on top of the mountain and watching the tigers fight with relish.
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