Fight the Giants

  Chapter 572 There is a book to play

   "Mother, what is the purpose of calling your daughter?"

  Zhang Biyao walked into Wu's yard with her maid.

  Ms. Wu looked at her approaching daughter, Tingting was curvy, with a pretty face, and her actions and demeanor showed the style of a noble girl in the capital. The heart is gratified, but also sad.

  My daughter deserves better days. But she can't sit still. No one is protecting their mother and child, so she can protect them by herself.

  Waved at Zhang Biyao.

  Zhang Biyao sat next to Wu, feeling that today's mother is a little strange. "Mother, what's the matter with you? Are you tired?"

   "Ah? Ah, yes. My mother has been socializing a lot these days, so I'm a little tired. So I want you to come over and talk."

   "Mother, tell me, Yaoer is listening."

Mrs. Wu took her hand, rubbed it twice, and looked at her with a smile: "You are also at the age to talk about kissing, and your mother has never asked you what kind of person you like. Our Yao'er looks so good, Jing Zhongjun talents are all worthy of selection."

  Zhang Biyao was a little shy, and said coquettishly, "Mother!"

   "I'm too embarrassed to tell my mother."

   "Why would mother suddenly ask this?"

   "You're too old, can't you be a mother and ask a few questions? Otherwise, mother will help you find a random family to marry?" After speaking, she looked at her with a smile.

   "That won't work!" Zhang Biyao refused.

   "The person I want to marry must be the one I like."

   "Then which one do you like? Mother, I beg you." Wu still couldn't help but speak. This is the daughter she gave birth to after a hard pregnancy in October, and she also wishes her well.

"Well…"

  Zhang Biyao tilted her head and thought about it, what kind? Suddenly he thought of the person he met that day, the young master of Qian Guogong's mansion. That's probably it.

   "Long body, handsome face, outstanding literary and military skills, cold face, a little unreasonable... just like that." Zhang Biyao recalled the person he met that night.

  Wu couldn't help laughing, "The face is cold and unreasonable? Such a person is so boring."

   "No. It's cool and cold on the outside, disdainful to Yingying and Yanyan, but on the inside, of course, only treat me well."

   Such a person... Mrs. Wu was silent. There is no such person in the world. The Duke of the State is not close to women, but he also has three concubines.

   "Mother, just look for it like this."

  Wu laughed, "There is no such person in the capital. You are embarrassing mother."

   "No, I saw one that day."

   "Who? Which family's son, is there a marriage?"

   "Owned by the Duke of Guizhou."

  Owned by the Duke of Guizhou? That matches Yao'er. The status of Qian Guogong is also enough. How about assigning Yao'er to him? Wu Shi hesitated.

   "It's just that his status is lower." Zhang Biyao sighed.

   Mrs. Wu was a little surprised, and then remembered that Duke Qian was guarding Yunnan. The young master of his family wants Yao'er to marry to Yunnan? No way.

   "Could it be that you are talking about the young master of his eldest family?"

"Um."

   It's that young master.

  The character is good, but the status is a bit low. In the future, he might not be destined for the title of title. There is no benefit for Yao'er to marry him. There is no help for Xie Er.

   "Forget it then."

   "But he is really nice." Zhang Biyao's eyes lit up, and his heart was pounding like a deer.

   "Mother, I've inquired about it. He was originally the eldest son of the second wife. Do you think he will be able to become a noble in the future?"

   "Then don't even think about it. The Duke of Qian's title has been obtained by the Second Widow, and can he be exchanged for the First Widow? Look at the current emperor, will he be able to return the throne to the old prince's line in the future?"

  That must be impossible. However, what a pity.

   "Mother, then you can look for your daughter just like the young master of Qian Guogong's mansion. If you can't find a suitable one, your daughter will not marry."

  Ms. Wu looked at her daughter, and she was afraid that she really couldn't marry.

   Saddened in his heart, he stroked her face. Zhang Biyao felt that her mother was very gentle today, and she lay on Wu's lap, "Mom, I have a headache, please press me."

   "Okay, mother will give you massage."

   Wu couldn't bear it, and couldn't make up his mind. He called the Iceman again, and looked at the portraits and family information of the married men in the families of the nobles and nobles in the capital.

  I want to see if there is another way to choose. But after watching it for two days, she didn't like it.

   Until the 21st day of the first lunar month, Zhang Fu made a decision for her.

  On the 20th day of the first lunar month, each yamen opened its seal.

  Sealing and opening seals are important events in each yamen, and grand ceremonies must be held.

  Before the annual holiday, each yamen seals the official seal and closes down.

  The one-month annual leave is given, and the ceremony is even more grand on the day of the opening of the seal. All the yamen were decorated with lanterns and festoons, officials put on formal official uniforms, unsealed official seals, looked at the palace for nine salutes, and colleagues saluted and greeted each other.

  That means, everyone, hurry up, Pi Beng, the holidays are over, and it’s time to go to work.

  At noon of the day, after the opening of the printing press, the yamen will hold a banquet in the evening, where all the colleagues eat and drink, and get in touch with each other, so that they can better cooperate with work this year.

   That's it, it's officially going to work.

  On the twenty-first day of the first lunar month, at the end of Choushi, Zhang Fu got up at midnight, packed up, and took his own carriage to the Meridian Gate.

  Yin Chu, arrived outside the Meridian Gate and waited.

  Looking around, many officials had already arrived, waiting here, Zhang Fu and his colleagues nodded.

  Heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately Zhang's family lived close to the imperial city, otherwise he would have to get up earlier and travel half the capital to reach the Meridian Gate.

  At the beginning of Mao, the sky was still white, and a big drum was beating on the Meridian Gate tower. The court ministers lined up according to their ranks, and the palace gates opened, and they entered one by one.

   Cross the Jinshui Bridge and form a team in the square.

  No one dares to make a sound anymore. Even coughing and unsteady walking will be recorded by the censor in charge of picketing, and you will be punished for your misconduct. Chrysanthemums have to be clamped.

  Hundreds of officials went to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, kneeling once and prostrating three times. The first court meeting in the ninth year of Yongkang was officially opened.

  The emperor and the ministers began to discuss.

  Generally, only officials of the fourth grade or above have the opportunity to give performances to the emperor and report to the government. The ministers will play, and the emperor will answer the questions, ask questions, and ask all the officials.

  Zhang Fu is the Duke of Chaopin, and he is also in charge of the military affairs of the Dudu Mansion, so he naturally stands in the front row.

  In other dynasties, there were princes and grandchildren in the front row, but in the David dynasty, the princes went to the feudal domain as adults, far away in the fiefdom.

   After an hour, the discussion on the court affairs was over.

   "If you have a book, you will start playing, but if you don't have a book, you will retreat!"

  The great **** next to the throne waved his whisk, and his voice resounded sharply and clearly in the hall.

  Zhang Fu stepped out, holding a wat board in his hand, and knelt down towards the throne: "Minister Zhang Fu, there is an announcement!"

  In the British government, brothers Zhang Yu and Zhang Fu were about to go to the yamen to deal with official business, but they were ordered to wait at home by the elder brother who had returned from court, saying that there would be an order.

   Mrs. Tai led the master of the mansion down, set up an incense table, and when the **** arrived, she knelt down on the ground.

  “…British Duke Zhang Fu is in charge of the military affairs of the Chinese army.

   When it comes to the courts of officials in ancient times, the Ming Dynasty was better. There was no difference between officials living in the inner city and the outer city. But in the Qing Dynasty, only Manchus were allowed to live in the inner city. Han officials basically lived outside the Xuanwu Gate, and their residences were far from the Forbidden City.

   Cold and summer, wind and rain, snow and knives, the day does not fall, this professionalism, leverage.

  (end of this chapter)