my wife is queen

Chapter 140

Li Mian took a few glances at King Ding, he was not wearing the Yishan Crown, nor was he wearing the coiled-neck and narrow-sleeved Panlong suit.

On his head is an iron pointed helmet with an eight-petal cap, a purple flower armor with rivets, and a red cloak.

Not like a vassal king, but more like a border general.

Li Mian was very interested in Prince Ding who was not far away. As a clan vassal, he was able to control the military power after the death of the first emperor, and became the only vassal king among the many vassals who controlled the elite frontier army.

Emperor Jiazhen seemed to practice Taoism and not care about court affairs, but he was extremely obsessed with power. Li Mian's comment to Emperor Jiazhen was stingy.

In the face of power, Emperor Jiazhen was stingy with everyone.

Li Mian had read a lot of mansion newspapers during this period of time, and slowly collected many messy and useless news, and discovered the clues of the abolition of the Empress.

It is definitely not because of favoring Concubine Zheng, there are deeper reasons.

Li Mian already had a guess in his heart, but he didn't have enough real evidence in his hands, so he still didn't dare to confirm it.

"Uncle?"

Yunniang saw that the young master kept silent, thinking that the young master was frightened by the status of King Ding, so she stretched out her small hand and poked the young master's round neck robe.

Li Mian came back to his senses, took Hongqiao, Yunniang, and Pheasant Nu to sit in a nearby tea stand, and ordered the peddler to serve three bowls of tea: "The man next to Qian Dongjian is a vassal king. It's from the four rich feudal clans, and my son-in-law is just a scholar from a poor family, so how can I dare to provoke him."

Hongqiao and Yunniang breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that my uncle would not provoke King Ding, and they were afraid that Sun Chuanting would slap Huang Taiji directly in the face last time, which would bring a kind of power to my uncle to provoke the prince at will. illusion.

The pheasant slave followed, and started busy again, took out the expensive enamel covered bowl from the girder box, and put it on the table of the Eight Immortals.

Li Mian usually only uses pine flower glaze to cover bowls in the mansion, which is just ordinary official kiln porcelain, which belongs to the commonly used covered bowls in the homes of officials and gentry.

It's different when you come out. The pheasant slave specially placed an enamel tureen bowl for my uncle, not because I dislike the dirty tea bowls at the tea stand.

This is the rule in the officialdom, and the officials and gentry should not be allowed to laugh at my son-in-law who came from a poor and humble background and didn't understand the rules.

Li Mian really didn't understand these official rules, but it didn't matter, and he didn't care.

As long as the pheasant slave understands, she will arrange everything carefully and considerately.

Before Li Mian took a sip from the enamel covered bowl, another table of guests came to the Eight Immortals table next to him.

The guests sitting at the Eight Immortals table were Ding Wang, Qian Dongjian, and several officials from the capital.

"Guest officer, wait a moment."

The peddler was overjoyed, and walked over with a lot of smiles, thinking that after closing the stall and returning home today, he must go to Hongluo Temple to offer incense and worship the gods and Buddhas.

I had a great luck today, and several distinguished guests came one after another.

It's not that the peddler thinks that he can get more bounty, the bounty is not important, the important thing is to have face.

The tea stall vendors next to him all looked at him with envy.

When King Ding sat on the long bench, Qian Dongjian quickly gave a look to the side, indicating that he could speak.

That person was also an acquaintance of Li Mian, Dali Sicheng Tian Weijia.

It's just that he, like Wan An, was left behind because of Caochangyuan's ineffective handling of affairs.

I don't know why he hooked up with Qian Dongjian, and accompanied King Ding to Chongwenmen to receive fifty top-grade stallions sent by the Jurchen.

Tian Weijia saw that Li Mian was still sitting on the Eight Immortals table next to him, and he secretly thought that his luck had finally changed. He happened to use the rhetoric he had discussed a long time ago, and a pair of eagles caused King Ding to be bored with Li Mian.

Tian Weijia took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and prevented his throat from getting stuck because of nervousness when he said something important: "I heard that Mr. Qian helped King Ding to buy fifty stallions this time, and these stallions are all It's a high-quality horse, except for Mr. Qian, no one in the capital has the ability to buy a high-quality stallion from the Jurchen."

Qian Dongjian waved his hands again and again, and said humbly: "This is King Ding's great reputation. Those Jurchens were hesitant at first, but when they heard that King Ding bought fifty high-quality horses, they immediately agreed. Slow down, offended King Ding, and later on the killing field, he was beheaded by the generals under King Ding's command."

King Ding watched Qian Dongjian and Tian Weijia singing together, and complimented him with all kinds of good words. He didn't look like the eldest son of the minister of Taipu Temple, nor a high-ranking official of Dali Temple.

It's like two eunuchs in the palace, vying to be the first to use their skills to curry favor with others.

King Ding is obviously not a soft-hearted person, and he will not be easily deceived by some good words, otherwise it would be impossible to firmly control many elite cavalry at the border.

King Ding looked at the two people who became more and more excited as they talked, with a look of interest on their faces, and he admired Qian Dongjian more and more.

As King Ding, Chongwenmen was the busiest canal in the entire capital, and officials often came and went around Chongwenmen.

Seeing King Ding sitting next to the tea stand, these officials came over one after another, wanting to salute King Ding.

Before the officials came over and saluted, they said hello before leaving. They heard Qian Dongjian and Tian Weijia's compliments to King Ding.

The officials frowned, thinking that Qian Dongjian and Tian Weijia had no integrity, and if they wanted to get in touch with King Ding, they would have to compliment King Ding in private.

In public, he uttered a series of compliments, which really embarrassed the officials and gentry.

The officials shook their heads, planning to warn their nephews and nephews that they could not follow Qian Dongjian's example to flatter their superiors in the future.

"This... I even began to suspect that Qian Dongjian is not Qian Shiyang's son. Qian Shiyang, as the Minister of the Taipu Temple, has the right to enter the three gates to discuss politics. His son actually disappeared in front of King Ding. backbone."

"There are countless officials in the world, but there are only a handful of officials who can enter the three gates. Qian Shiyang was an official who was able to enter the warm cabinet to discuss politics when the late emperor was still alive."

"Qian Dongjian really has no sense of shame. He just flattered people in public. He also spread the word that he helped King Ding buy fifty high-quality horses and stallions, and made obscene remarks."

The officials sighed again and again, and left the tea stand one after another, feeling ashamed of Qian Dongjian's conduct.

Yun Niang smiled and said, "If you want to be a sycophant, your reputation will be completely ruined. Let's see if you dare to offend my uncle in the future. You will be punished."

However, Li Mian and Hong Qiao looked at each other, and became a little more wary of Qian Dongjian, and even became jealous.

Hongqiao tentatively asked, "Young Master, have you seen Qian Dongjian's plan?"

(End of this chapter)