Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

The emperor's words were cold, and he didn't know what the Queen's party was making. Among his sons, there are emperor talents, but Feng Xuanming is not alone. His eyes were deep, looking at Feng Xuanming.

Feng Xuanming shook his head, "I got news a few days ago that there seems to be a gap between the General Mansion and the Xiang Mansion."

"Gap?" The emperor was taken aback. He was in the Forbidden City all the year round, and he was really not quite clear about how these courtiers would get along.

"Yes, that's why Erchen wants to marry the second lady." Feng Xuanming nodded.

The emperor's eyes were suspicious, "So, do you still want to marry Miss Du Er?"

"If the General Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion get along harmoniously, the Xiang Mansion has already produced a three princess, and now there is another Crown Princess, then the prime minister's one-party power should not be underestimated. The General Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion will cut off contact, son Chen , You can do whatever you want."

"You thought well." The emperor's tone eased a little, and he never thought that the prince had such a mind. "Speaking of which, it was Miss Du Er who you liked early on?"

"Indeed." Feng Xuanming looked at the emperor with sincerity in his eyes.

When the father and son talked for a while, this matter was considered appropriate. Feng Xuanming breathed a sigh of relief. If Du Qingheng's stomach became bigger, it would not only be Du Qingheng's reputation that would be affected by that time, but even his prince would be infamous.

He looked deep at the Forbidden City and clenched his fists secretly.

...

Without Caiju by his side, Song Qingyu could only go to the mage in person. She pretended to be disguised and lied that she was unwell, but in fact sneaked out through the back door. Because she didn't dare to make a big splash, she changed into an ordinary dress.

After a while, she came to a quiet temple. The temple looks dilapidated from the outside, and there is very little incense. She hasn't been out for a long time, but after only half an hour, she has some fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

Pushing the door into the temple, there were only a few lazy monks sweeping the floor. Seeing Song Qingyu's understated appearance, he didn't even lift his head. A musty smell came from the tip of his nose, and Song Qingyu couldn't help frowning, covering his mouth and nose with a silk scarf, "Excuse me, is your abbot here?"

No one around answered, Song Qingyu was a little embarrassed, and then asked again, "Excuse me, do you know the abbot in this temple?"

At this time, a black-looking monk looked at Song Qingyu and opened his mouth, "If the lady asks for the Buddha, just ask for it inside. If you want incense, you can also enter the Buddhist hall. You don't need to find any abbot."

As soon as he finished saying this, a monk next to him winked at him and whispered, "As soon as I see this woman, she is not a rich person. Just take care of her and what she does? The left is just a few sweets."

Hearing this, Song Qingyu realized that she had just come over and no one took care of it. It was because of her outfit. She gritted her teeth and said, "I'm here today to talk to your abbot to discuss a business. I wonder if Master can pass it on?"

Hearing that the monk looked at Song Qingyu, "Talking about business? What kind of business can I talk about? We are a temple, not a shop. If you want to talk about business, you have to go to the East Street."

"...I'm here to inquire about our wife. If the master is unwilling to pass it on, it's fine." Song Qingyu was so angry that she was only a prime minister's wife, and she was not always confessed wherever she went. The guest of honor is now being ridiculed here. If it weren't for the inconspicuousness of this temple, she wouldn't want to look at it at all.

At this moment, the few monks who were still sweeping the floor raised their heads and saw that Song Qingyu's dress was ordinary, but the materials were not inferior fabrics. His attitude suddenly changed, and he even stepped forward and said, "Oh, neither I said earlier, I'm going to pass on our abbot."

She was welcomed into the hall by the monks and served a cup of tea. Song Qingyu looked at the tea in the water, even if it was soaked in the water, it couldn't hide a musty smell. This is normal. The incense of this temple is so poor that it is considered good to have this old tea.

After a while, an older abbot hurried over, with wrinkles on his face that he had just woken up, which seemed to make people laugh. Song Qingyu felt disdain for a while, but when he thought of his purpose for coming today, he stood up and said hello to the abbot.

"I don't know, which wife is the mother with?" the abbot looked at Song Qingyu and asked.

Song Qingyu sorted out the hairpin and said, "There are so many people now, I wonder if the abbot can let the other masters step down first, and I will talk to the abbot."

The abbot waved his hand to the people behind him. Although the monks were unwilling, they still retreated.

Song Qingyu said, "I don't know the abbot, but I am the wife of the prime minister's house. Today, there is something to ask the abbot."

Hearing that Song Qingyu was the wife of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the abbot shook his hands in fright. He raised his head and looked at Song Qingyu. He saw that although Song Qingyu was plainly dressed, there was a moment of majesty between his eyes. "I wonder what the madam does?"

"You temple, don't you have a lot of incense for a year?" Song Qingyu stood up and walked the house. As he walked, he looked at the situation in the room.

Even the table for receiving guests is covered with a thick layer of ashes. It has been a long time since I wanted to come to this temple.

Song Qingyu's words were so mean that made the abbot's face a little bit uncontrollable. After a while, he sighed and said, "In recent years, Qingxin Temple and Xuanmiao Temple have become famous. Naturally, our temples can only linger. Right now, just Even these monks can hardly be able to support them.” There was a touch of sorrow in these words. There was no incense in the temple, and it was these monks who suffered. If it weren't for his somewhat thin face, I'm afraid these monks won't be able to keep it.

"It's so good." After turning around in the room, Song Qingyu sat firmly in her position, igniting her hand on the table, which was far from the humble appearance of Cai just now.

The abbot was taken aback and looked up at Song Qingyu, with a little puzzled in his eyes, "I don't know what the lady said..." Even if their temple is down, they cannot tolerate others to put their beaks, even if the person in front of them is Mrs. Prime Minister. It cannot be so.

Seeing the abbot’s face with a trace of annoyance, Song Qingyu chuckled lightly and said, "You know, why should I choose your little-known temple? Our dignified mansion, the abbot of any temple can't give us three points. ?"

At this point, the abbot felt a little weird. This is ugly, but it is true. Their temples are not as good as those big temples. Why did they choose them?

"The old way is dull, I don't know what the lady meant?" The abbot raised his head and looked at Song Qingyu. A gleam of light flashed in Song Qingyu's eyes.

She looked at the abbot and said, "I have something, if it is done, the incense of your temple will be paid out of my account in the future."