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Mrs. Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice is the aunt of Zhenbei Wangfu.
The old lady was killed by the fake old lady, and the old lady and the Queen Mother were the masterminds behind it.
Princess Nanzhang is the cousin of Lord Chongguo and the niece of the Empress Dowager, so she is naturally the enemy of the great aunt.
Will the Ministry of Criminal Affairs take a side concubine who has no background and is not valued by the prince in their eyes, and will offend Mrs. Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice for her?
The reason why she was stopped from going out was for the good of Princess Nanzhang, and also for the face of Zhenbei Palace.
The princess of Nanzhang wants to rush out to embarrass herself, so how can the princess care about her?
As Wang Hao expected, Princess Nanzhang went directly to the prison of the Criminal Ministry in a carriage. She was going to visit Xie Jingchuan, but was stopped by the jailer.
Sai Jin's ingot, the master of Nanzhang County, didn't work in the past.
Good money.
The future is better.
?In particular, the prison guards of the Ministry of Punishment are fat and poor, and it is usually oily to send a word or a letter.
Who would be blinded by a little benefit in front of him?
?It was not enough to use money, so the princess of Nanzhang repeated the old trick, holding the golden hairpin against her neck.
The jailer not only did not give way, but also sneered, "If you can't achieve your goal, you will be forced to die. No wonder you will teach a son who defected to the enemy and traitorous country, and discredit the Zhenbei Palace!"
It was also unlucky for King Zhenbei to be forced to marry such a guy.
If it hadn't been for the concubine of Prince Zhenbei, the residence of Prince Zhenbei would have been ruined by their mother and son.
The jailer's contempt was undisguised. When had Nanzhang Princess been so angry? His lips were purple and his face was the color of a pig's liver.
Mother Zhao snatched the golden hairpin from her hand.
The jailer's eyes almost rolled out of the sky.
Threatening them?
I'm afraid my brain was kicked back and forth a few times by the donkey, right?
The Princess Nanzhang refused to leave, and Mother Zhao couldn't move alone, so the servant girl stepped forward to help.
The princess Nanzhang returned to the palace full of anger.
She didn't know how to go to the peony courtyard to find the princess, but unfortunately, she couldn't even enter the door.
The princess didn't see her at all.
Princess Nanzhang knelt in the yard.
All she wanted was to see her son.
The little princess fell asleep in the arms of the princess. The princess hugged the nurse and said softly, "Slow down, don't wake her up."
Mama Wang stepped forward, and waited for the nanny to carry the little princess down, before she said, "The side concubine knelt down in the yard."
"She can kneel if she likes," the princess said indifferently.
"Don't bother with her."
She loved her son so much that she knelt down to see her son.
For his own selfishness, Xie Jingchuan colluded with Nanliang to poison the Flying Tiger Army, repeating the tragedy of sixteen years ago.
At that time, how many families will be torn apart?
Feeling sorry for her, is there any reason for the death of Fei Hujun? !
Ever since he found out that Xie Jingchuan had been arrested, Princess Nanzhang couldn't eat or sleep well, and became thinner day by day. After kneeling for a while, he couldn't hold on anymore and was on the verge of collapsing.
She knelt on the ground against the scorching sun.
The maids and women who passed by all sighed.
In the past, the high-ranking and uncompromising Nanzhang princess did not expect such a day to come.
As a human being, you really can't have bad intentions, no matter how beautiful you are, there will be a day of retribution.
On the noisy street.
Young Master Su and the others were wandering on the street.
The four little guys are not in a good mood.
I am so shy that I can only buy two bunches of candied haws for four people to share.
Previously, I bought too many eggs in one go, and I implicated my eldest brother without smashing a few.
I ran to talk to my elder brother for a few words, and when I turned around, the eggs were gone along with the basket.
Isn't it as hateful as hanging them up and seducing them with chicken legs?
Eating candied haws in his mouth, he couldn't bear to spit out the seeds.
A few people stood in front of the sugar seller's shop, staring at each other.
Young Master Su looked at himself, and then looked at the Ninth Prince and the others from head to toe. Although they were dressed in brocade clothes, they couldn't hide their poverty.
When Young Master Su watched, the Ninth Prince and the others stared at him together.
Last time, he also had no money, so Young Master Su tore off his brocade robe and changed it for something.
Anyway, he had a lot of clothes, but after returning home, Tang didn't scold him, and took away all his other brocade robes, leaving only the one on his body.
If it is dirty during the day, wash it at night and wear it the next day.
Don't ask people to lend it to him, or send them back home.
In those few days, young master Su was miserable.
After admitting his mistake and admitting his mistake again, Tang Corps spared him.
The small vendor who sells sugar figures also recognizes the young master Su, and gives them sugar figures.
"We have no money," said Young Master Su.
The peddler smiled and said, "No money."
Young Master Su didn't reach out his hand.
Gentlemen don't eat food that is cheap.
They are poor, and the street vendors are even poorer.
"Let's eat again next time," Young Master Su said.
Several people turned around and walked away. After a few steps, they were stopped by a man.
Young Master Su looked at him, and then at the young servant of the Dongxiang Hou Mansion who was following behind to carry things.
Young Master Su looked at the man and said, "What are you stopping us for?"
The man is not very old, about twenty-two or three years old and said with a smile, "The young masters said just now that they have no money, and here is a way to make money. I wonder if any young masters are interested?"
The young servant of Dongxiang Hou's Mansion stood behind him, but he didn't stop him.
Young Master Su tilted his neck and thought for a while, "Let's listen first."
The man moved to the side, first reported his family name, which art shop was the young master's, and then said, "Your brother, Master Su, is both literary and military. His writing can secure the world, and his martial arts can set the world on horseback. One of his calligraphy and paintings can Worth a lot of money"
Young Master Su's eyes lit up, "How much is it worth?"
"At least three hundred taels," the man laughed.
Young Master Su stroked Sicen's chin, then glanced at the man and said, "My eldest brother's calligraphy and painting are worth three hundred taels, so how much do you think the calligraphy and painting of the four of us are worth?"
Man, ""
What does he want their calligraphy and paintings for?
No matter how smart he is, he is only a seven-year-old child.
The man coughed lightly, and was about to speak when Young Master Su said, "Don't underestimate us, although the four of us are small, our status is no worse than my eldest brother."
"There must be a lot of people in Kyoto who want our calligraphy and paintings."
The man pondered over what Young Master Su said.
indeed.
In the past, I rarely saw many young masters from your family on the street. Since the four of them often go shopping, they even take the old lady of the Northern Hebei Hou Mansion to go shopping together.
More young masters and old ladies came out to hang out.
Which aristocratic family doesn't want to raise their son to be like Young Master Su?
Even King Nan'an and the others trained their son Saidong Township Houfu.
Now if you want to chase Young Master Su, it must be hard to catch up with a horse.
If you get young master Su's calligraphy and paintings, sell them to those aristocratic families, and use them as a standard for their own sons, it would be a good business.
The man nodded and said, "It's a good idea."
Men need to paint, Young Master Su and the others need money, they hit it off almost immediately.
Within half a year, the four Young Masters Su sold each painting to men at a price of five taels of silver, but each person only sold two paintings a month. To ask for ten taels of silver depends on their mood.
Young Master Su has four noble identities, but he is young, so the price is considered fair.
The man said, "I accept the price, but the painting must not be too ugly."
Young Master Su patted his chest and said, "If we can't sell it, we won't charge money, shall we?"
"As expected of the young master of Dongxiang Hou's Mansion, he really lives up to his reputation, so it's settled," the man said.
Young Master Su smiled and said, "Don't worry, if you do business with me, you will definitely not suffer."
"I will pick up the graffiti works of my father, grandfather, elder brother, and sister in the future, and give it to you as an addition," Young Master Su said with pride.
TimTim head?
Is this extra hair too expensive?
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