Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

I feel ashamed towards my father.

After Zhou Wuxie's father inherited the title, he felt that the imperial court was weak and the vassal states were strong, so he naturally joined Zhou Zhenguo as a deputy general. Later, he died in the battlefield of the Liao Dynasty, and his body was wrapped in his horsehide.

Listening to him telling about his family background, Zhang San, who was making tea at the side, nodded slightly. They all had a good impression of this prince consort. They usually avoided him simply because the princess's wife, who was known for her bad words, was standing behind him. When they drank and chatted privately about the evil men and women in the city, they said that no one could compete with this princess for the title of the most wicked woman.

"...Wuxie, under the guidance of my father, began his education at the age of three, never slacking off in his studies of literature and martial arts. Although his talent was limited and he could not achieve great success, he had always set his heart on this, hoping to meet a wise ruler. Now that the general has been sent down from heaven to save the people of the world from suffering and displacement, Wuxie, despite his talent, wholeheartedly wishes to follow the general and his wife, holding their horses and carrying their stools, and do his best to help."

He stood up, bowed his head, and did not get up for a long time.

Xiao San listened and couldn't understand anything. Seeing that the man was bending down and not moving, she decided to jump down to find out what was going on.

Wangshu held his son in his arms. "No need to be polite. Please sit down." He spoke with a subtle, unyielding composure. "The general told me that you've repeatedly offered suggestions that benefit both the people and the army. This time, regarding your wife's affairs, you've clearly distinguished between public and private matters, demonstrating a deep sense of justice. Many people admire you for what you do."

"This is what Wuxie should do. The world has suffered for years, and the general's divine weapons have alleviated the suffering of the people. The previous dynasty has done that. We should not drag anyone into the vortex out of selfish motives, disrupting the current situation and causing innocent lives to be lost."

He was composed, speaking with complete sincerity. "Changping has always been stubborn, but after this incident, he has come to a profound realization. I deeply understand that I have made many mistakes and offended many people in the past. Wuxie would like to apologize to Madam and General Zhang."

After saying this, he was about to stand up again... Zhang San quickly stopped him, "Sit down, Madam, don't be so formal."

Only then could he sit on half of the stool.

Another maid came up to the stairs and waited for Xiaoqing to go over and listen. Then she came back and reported, "Madam, the Third Prince is passing by the bank and wants to pay his respects to you."

Pulling off his son's thumb that was about to be put into his mouth, Wangshu gently slapped his chubby face and said, "He has a good heart. Please let him come up."

"Wu Xie, your abilities and character are beyond ordinary. The world is vast and there is always a place for a true man to display his strength and ambition. However, the general has not yet returned, and communications have been delayed along the way. Please wait patiently."

The first half of the sentence sounded like an excuse to shirk responsibility, but the second half took a sudden turn, suggesting a ray of hope. Not only was Zhang San surprised, but Zhou Wuxie looked at him with some confusion and surprise, and looked at him with uncertainty.

Zhang San smiled and nodded, reassuring him, "Since Madam has said so, Wuxie will be very busy in the future."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wuxie was instantly overjoyed and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you, Madam, for your kindness! Wuxie will do his best in the future and live up to your high regard!"

Suddenly, laughter was heard in the hall. The Third Prince came up and saluted solemnly. "Sanlang greets Madam. Madam, how are you?"

I saw Xiao San and Zhang San again, and they exchanged pleasantries. It was a lively scene with so many people around, but Xiao San touched her belly and leaned close to Wang Shu's ear, "Mom, Xiao San is hungry!"

He spoke loudly, and Zhou Wuxie and the Third Prince left at once. Wangshu was speechless as he touched his son's slightly deflated belly. Zhang San sent the two men to the door and returned, taking them out to continue strolling on the street.

The second floor was quiet again. Xiaoqing prepared tea and waited for everyone to sit down and continued to check the accounts. "This prince consort really knows how to seize opportunities and is flexible."

That's right. Seeing the huge sum of money, everyone appreciated him a little more and immediately seized the opportunity to recommend himself with a humbly attitude. It was the right time and place.

"He's not bad looking, either."

He is handsome and bright in middle age, with a neatly trimmed mustache, which looks pleasing to the eye.

The angle was strange, and Xiaoqing whispered cunningly, "But it can't compare to the general."

The maid was intelligent. Wangshu nodded, his eyes beaming with joy. “Your general is indeed quite beautiful.”

Speaking of men, this time I was away for nearly five months, and I was envious. "Men are so good. They can go anywhere at any time, and it's been another six months!"

Xiaoqing spoke up for her mistress, "Madam, the general is on the road. It's freezing cold, the waterways are impassable, and the roads are frozen. He has so many cities and fortifications to pass through. He should slow down his pace while taking Miss Mingxi with him."

Wangshu was shocked. He continued writing and jokingly said, "I just want to be a man in my next life. With a loyal and devoted maid like you, I will never dare to be disrespectful to your general in this life."

Xiaoqing mercilessly shattered the mistress's dream of becoming a man, "As the saying goes, a loving couple is bound to be together for three lifetimes, Madam, please stop worrying!"

Superstitious, too superstitious!

avenue.

Zhou Wuxie and the Third Prince watched Zhang San carry the fat boy to watch the circus, then turned back and walked towards Ci'en Lane where their own house was. The two had many disagreements in the past. One was a prince who was not favored at all, and the other was the legitimate son of the princess who was highly regarded by the family and was highly valued by the court.

Now, time has passed and the impoverished prince has transformed himself. He is busy with the construction of the imperial palace and many important tasks. Even a dancer from his palace is a guest of honor of the wife and the eldest daughter of the general's mansion... And the high-spirited son-in-law has been caught in a dilemma for more than ten years, like a fallen phoenix worse than a chicken.

"Sanlang, thanks to your advice this time, Wuxie is very grateful."

This time, the Third Prince, taking advantage of the fact that his family fortune had been completely drained, suggested that he, having repeatedly met with rejection in his previous self-recommendations, immediately seek a change of heart from his wife. Once the June examinations were completed and the scattered vacancies were filled, the new emperor would ascend the throne, aloft like a constellation of stars, never to be seen again. Those who wished to recommend themselves and showcase their talents had to petition the lower ranks one by one, and even a small favor from them would be a great favor.

The Third Prince unfurled his fan with a swish and fanned it a few times nonchalantly. "You're better off fighting for it yourself than those stubborn old men who are still clinging to their status!"

"Sanlang is absolutely right."

The Third Prince, after a moment's thought, decided to remind the others, "The Lord truly values ​​the love between husband and wife, so don't make any stupid moves in the backyard."

Unlike other men who are hypocritical, they wipe tears when talking about their wife, but turn around and put away the beauty with shining eyes.

Zhou Wuxie nodded seriously, indeed a little worried, "Wuxie dare not, but not having many children will hinder the great cause."

The Third Prince quickly retracted his folding fan and said, "I have a lot of sons, but they are all useless and can be slaughtered at will! There are a lot of women in the harem, but you have fought each other to death to get them all! Last time, you even asked the genius doctor to let his wife give birth to a son. You see, you still don't understand this new master!"

Zhou Wuxie fell silent. He hadn't expected that move to go astray. He had previously been able to request an audience with the emperor, but was subsequently barred from entering.

"Sanlang's words make sense. I will learn from you."

The Third Prince flicked his folding fan and said, "Every one of his children is very useful. Otherwise, do you think that those who follow him are fools?"