Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

Chapter 54 He is famous all over the world, but I dare not reach higher
  The young man's eyes were as bright as stars. After standing there for a while, he actually jumped on the horse and sat behind Bei Sheng. He took the reins from Bei Sheng's hands and naturally surrounded him. In his arms, he hit the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse started to trot.

"Little Marquis!" Bei Sheng exclaimed in a low voice, but Zhao Shu smiled and said loudly: "I will take you back home first, and then go home and tell my mother about the wedding ceremony!"

The cold breath from behind hit Bei Sheng. She wanted to sit up straighter. Zhao Shu behind him tried his best to stretch out his arms and grab the reins. Bei Sheng could only sit stiffly in his arms.

The person behind him just had a smile on his face without looking, and the cracked frostbite in his hand holding the reins seemed to be smiling too.

In just over a month, Zhao Shu changed from a fair-faced young boy to a rough man, as if he had suffered all the hardships in the world in a month, and he was completely different from the young man who only wore red and green.

Beisheng is no better than other women. Even though she agreed to his proposal, Zhao Shu was full of passion, but he did not dare to get too close to her. He kept his body as far back as possible, leaving a punch's distance between his chest, and tried to be restrained and prudent.

The ethereal medicinal fragrance invaded his mind, and he couldn't help but get closer greedily. His breath stimulated Bei Sheng's delicate and white neck, and Bei Sheng stiffened like an electric shock.

The cold wind was strong, pouring into their collars and sleeves, and the hair kept brushing against Zhao Shu's face. The frivolity in his bones surged into his heart at this moment. He lowered his head and gently placed a hair on the bun on the back of her head. kiss.

Beisheng didn't notice the kiss, and held the saddle tightly in his hands, just begging the horse to run faster so that he could reach the Duke's mansion immediately.

The road that was several miles long seemed to last for dozens of miles today and became extremely long.

Zhao Shu seemed to cherish the moment very much and took a detour. The horse was originally trotting, but it was walking slowly behind. The four horse hooves were not as fast as anyone on two legs. The hawkers carrying burdens on the street were all worried. Soon he passed them and gradually walked away.

No matter how slowly you walk, the road will eventually end. When he arrived at the gate of the Duke's Mansion, Zhao Shu jumped down first. When he went to help Bei Sheng, Bei Sheng had already stepped down in the stirrups.

He smiled awkwardly, "Then you go in, I'll go back first."

Bei Sheng thought of the nine-handed sword and asked softly: "Why don't you, little Marquis, come in and sit down?"

Zhao Shu said, "No, I went to Beijing this morning and haven't had time to return home yet. My mother should be waiting for me."

Beisheng smiled: "Then wait, I have something for you."

Beisheng came out shortly after entering. He held a box and a jar of medicine in his hand and handed them to Zhao Shu. "This is the birthday gift I prepared for you. This is an ointment that can treat frostbite. You can treat frostbite every time." Apply daily to face and hands.”

"What did you give?" Zhao Shu hastily stuffed the medicine jar into his arms and went to open the box, but Bei Sheng pressed it down. "You can take a look at it when you get home. I'll go in first."

Zhao Shu nodded with a smile, suppressed the curiosity in his heart, turned around and stuffed the box into the bag on the horse's back, got on the horse and drove away.

After Zhao Shu left, Bei Sheng realized that his robe was still on her body. She smiled bitterly and was about to turn around and go in when she saw Lu Zhu and Wan Yue coming in a carriage.

They jumped off the carriage and ran to Bei Sheng. They were panting harder than the horses. Lu Zhu said, "Why did the girl leave alone first and not wait for the slaves?"

Wan Yue said: "It's all the fault of the mediator. He said the girl was sleeping and told us not to disturb her. He forcefully left us in the kitchen to help him work. When we came out, Qingyang said the girl had been gone for a long time."

Bei Sheng remained silent and took off his cloak and gave it to Lu Zhu, "You boil some water. I'll go see my mother after I wash up." "Yes."

The two girls didn't say it clearly, but they knew very well that Master Lang must have made the girl unhappy again. It was like this last time, scaring the girl and running away, and it's probably the same this time.

Beisheng changed clothes and washed up before going to Meixiangju. Mrs. Yun was waiting for her, and Nanyin was sitting on the side languidly, without much energy.

The atmosphere in the room was dull. Bei Sheng did not dare to say anything. He only said hello to his mother and sister and then sat opposite Nan Yin.

Madam Yun's face was gloomy and she said angrily: "With King Leping's virtue, do you still want to be crown prince? Even if there is no trace of the prince, it would be ten times better for Your Majesty to select the prince from among the common people than King Leping!"

Nanyin cried softly, and Beisheng said carefully: "Mother can't say this."

"What can't you say?" Mrs. Yun became even more angry, "He wants to go on a wandering trip himself, and he wants to take you two with him! It's also my fault. He was depressed at home thinking about Nanyin for several days. Thinking that the relationship between you two sisters has eased, he just let it go. I took you to Zuixian Tower and saw a dirty scene that stained your eyes and almost killed Bei Sheng. If I had known this, I should have stopped him!"

Mrs. Yun could not help but beat her chest twice as her breath was stuck in her chest.

Ye Zhi hurriedly brought tea and said softly: "Madam, be careful, you are so angry that you are not worthy of doing other people's things. My father-in-law is taboo that King Leping wants to seize the throne, and does not want the two girls to associate with him. Now That’s an excuse, and the eldest girl won’t have to see him again in the future.”

"Humph!" Mrs. Yun smiled bitterly, "No need to say goodbye? King Leping has Marquis Gao Yang behind him. Do you really like Nanyin when you associate with Nanyin? Are you attracted to Xu Jiajun and want to win over the young master for his use?"

"He also asked the young Marquis to marry Beisheng. Isn't it a way for him to encourage the young Marquis to win over our family? This morning, the young Marquis came to our house first as soon as he returned to Beijing. Even if he likes Bei Sheng, he will not do it. There’s no need to be in such a hurry, at least go home and change your clothes before coming back!”

Beisheng clenched her hands as she listened. If she told her mother now that she had agreed to the marriage, would her mother go crazy with anger?
  Ye Zhi smiled and sat next to Mrs. Yun, stroking her back to comfort her, and said: "Didn't Madam tell the young Marquis that the second girl went to Lang's house and did not return all night? The servant's expression changed when she saw the young Marquis. Why don't you let the little Marquis misunderstand, Madam, why don't you discuss it with your uncle and let him make the decision to propose marriage to Mr. Lang? I see that Mr. Lang is not unintentional towards our second girl..."

Nan Yin and Bei Sheng stood up at the same time and asked in unison: "What?"

Ye Zhi was so frightened that he immediately shut up, and Mrs. Yun glared at the two of them, "What are you making all the fuss about? Mr. Lang is in a high position and has the talent to manage the world. Isn't he worthy of Beisheng? He is better than Zhao Shu and King Leping. A hundred thousand times, I would be willing to marry both of you to him."

Nanyin didn't want Beisheng to marry Zhao Shu, so how could he allow her to marry Lang Zhuo?

Beisheng just agreed to Zhao Shu because she didn't want to have anything to do with Lang Zhuo anymore. If this was the case, she might as well pack up and go to Runing immediately.

Bei Sheng smiled softly and said, "Just because Mr. Lang is famous all over the world, my daughter doesn't dare to climb high. My daughter has been treating his injuries these days with trepidation. How can we be husband and wife?"

Nanyin sighed, lowered his head and wrung the handkerchief, and said: "King Leping has no virtue, Zhao Shu is not much better, Mr. Lang is too high to reach, and we have no one in the capital that we like. Mother is not as good as Let my uncle marry our sisters in Runing, and maybe we can find a good, honest family in this small place."

Mrs. Yun was upset and said nothing. Although she said angrily that Lang Zhuo was good, and Lang Zhuo was really good, she didn't know who she had offended. She was stabbed many times. Even if she was poisoned, she did not dare to go to the outside doctor, let alone He dared to ask the imperial doctor in the palace to ask a little girl from Beisheng to diagnose and treat him, which shows that there is something shameful about it.

If you want him to be your son-in-law, you have to think carefully about it. If he was killed, wouldn't his daughter be a widow?

(End of this chapter)