The Crown Prince Chases His Wife

In the north of Gucheng, in front of the heavily guarded city lord's mansion, Ji Nanfeng stood quietly in the wind, waiting for the approaching city lord's frame.

The city lord's confidant, Mr. Ji, was only in his early twenties, with white clothes and black hair, a handsome face, and his warm temperament seemed to be out of tune with the guards standing on both sides of the mansion gate. But everyone in the house knows that Mr. Ji seems to be gentle on the outside, but his methods are really harsh.

The carriage stopped, and the black-clothed girl Shen Ying put down the horse stool and lifted the curtain. A woman in a plain robe, a white fox cloak and a hood got off the bus.

Ji Nanfeng stepped forward to salute:

"master".

Qin Yan nodded, and then strode into the mansion.

After days of bumpy journeys and the harsh spring cold, Qin Yan just wanted to soak in the fragrant soup and wash away the dust.

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Entering the gate, the sound of boxing came from the school field on the left, Qin Yan turned around and walked straight into the corridor beside the school field.

The entrance is a handsome young man, shirtless, practicing boxing in the empty school field, punching with wind, sweating like rain.

Seemingly feeling the scrutiny's gaze, the young Jiang Mu turned his head abruptly and was stunned when he saw Qin Yan and his party.

Ji Nanfeng put a single fist on his lips and coughed lightly, Jiang Mu hurriedly turned around, walked to the weapon rack, pulled his coat, and hurriedly put it on.

Jiang Mu's ears were slightly red, and she was embarrassed. Didn't she travel far? He turned around and glared at Qin Yan,

"Do you know that woman is ashamed to stare so directly?"

Qin Yan chuckled lightly, praised "not bad", then turned and left.

Those who didn't know thought that Qin Yan was praising the young man's boxing skills, and those who knew it, such as Shen Ying, immediately understood that the master was praising Jiang Mu's body...

The master has always had no resistance to beautiful women. If Uncle Huai was present, it would be time to talk about it again.

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Ji Nanfeng knew the temperament of this master. As early as when the city master entered the city gate, he ordered to go down and prepare the soup pool.

Qin Yan was very satisfied with this. Even though he had been in this bitterly cold place in the northwest all these years, Ji Nanfeng was in the manor, and he still felt that he was in Beijing in a trance.

In the inner courtyard, the water on the stone wall beside the soup pond ding dong, and the light gauze is swaying. Light smoke wafts from the incense burner in one corner, white mist lingers on the surface of the pool, and the beauty bathing in the pool can be seen faintly, with black hair like a waterfall, strands of strands, floating in the water.

Qin Yan closed his eyes slightly, feeling the heat soaking into his body, soothing the fatigue around him. Her arms like suet and white jade were casually placed on the edge of the pool, and her slender fingers that hung down naturally moved the water surface one after another, causing layers of ripples.

Along with the sound of footsteps, Shen Ying's voice came,

"Master, Uncle Huai is waiting in the study, saying that there is news from Xiao Guan."

Qin Yan opened his eyes slightly and sighed, what should come will always come. He slowly got up, walked up the pool steps with his bare white jade feet, put on his robe, and walked to the outside while tying his belt.

Standing outside the white jade landscape screen, Shen Ying secretly glanced at the beautiful shadows that appeared through the light and shadows, and couldn't help but sigh, the master's figure, she is a woman's face and heartbeat.

Qin Yan threw off his shoes and walked out of the screen, took the tea from Shen Ying, took a sip, and put it back on the tray in Shen Ying's hand.

"Let Mr. Ji go to the study," Qin Yan's voice was slightly cool.

After he finished speaking, he walked out with the lamp carried by the maid.

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Qin Yan walked through the veranda and saw Shen Huai waiting outside the study from a distance.

Shen Huai hurriedly took two steps to meet him.

"Master, is there any news about the young lady on this trip?" Shen Huai's tone was full of urgency.

Qin Yan shook his head, and the light in Shen Huai's eyes dimmed.

Qin Yan looked at Shen Huai with white temples and sighed in her heart. In this world, few people remember her mother.

Entering the study, Qin Yan took the first place,

"Uncle Huai, sit down."

Shen Huai sat down next to Qin Yan, sorted out his thoughts, and said:

"The news that the Holy Lord has summoned the Pingxi Army to return to the court must have been received by the master a few days ago."

"The imperial decree for the grandfather of the country has already arrived at Xiaoguan. In addition to Eunuch Chang who issued the decree, Chen Xun, the minister of military affairs who handed over Xiaoguan's defense, and Li Bi, the young minister of Taipu Temple."

"The people from Taipu Temple may have their eyes on Mulan Racecourse."

Shen Huai looked worried.

Qin Yan raised her eyes,

"Uncle Huai, how many years has it been?"

Shen Huai was stunned for a moment, then reacted,

"We have been to the northwest for twelve years."

"Twelve years, when you go back, you still have to submit a certificate."

Qin Yan laughed self-deprecatingly, after twelve years, I'm afraid it's a matter of right and wrong.

"Uncle Huai, prepare the horse farm documents, and in the name of the city lord of Gucheng, invite the Shaoqing of Taipusi to enter the city tomorrow. Also invite the minister of the Ministry of War to hand over the affairs of Gucheng."

Shen Huai was surprised that the handover of Gucheng was an established procedure, but Mulan Racecourse was the master's private property.

However, I have to admire that the master has been doing a lot in these years, and he has the style of his grandfather Shen Changshan. In contrast, he always looks forward and backward. Shen Huai is ashamed and leads the order to retire.

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Qin Yanmo rubbed a gilt hand stove on the table, her eyes drooping slightly, as if she was a little tired.

Shen Ying's voice sounded at the door,

"Master, Mr. Ji is here."

"Enter."

The elegant man walked in and glanced at Qin Yan, who was wearing single clothes and leaning in the chair, his face sank,

"Shen Ying!"

"Here!" Shen Ying, who was behind the man, shuddered. She was the most frightened Mr. Ji. She seemed gentle, but she had some means of making people unable to survive and not to die.

"That's how you take care of the master, don't you know that the master can't stand the cold?" Ji Nanfeng always spoke in a low volume and in a slow manner, but he heard chills down his spine.

Shen Ying hurriedly took the white fox cloak from the maid's hand and quickly walked over to put it on Qin Yan. I murmured in my heart, didn't I just invite you, the master is lazy, and if he doesn't pay attention, he will toss himself.

"Mr. Ji, we are leaving."

When Shen Ying stepped aside, Qin Yan spoke slowly.

Ji Nanfeng took the tray from the maid's hand, walked slowly to the desk, took off the blue-glazed bamboo hat in front of Qin Yan, and replaced it with the flower and fruit tea he just prepared.

"Compared with Gucheng, Shangjing is more suitable for the master to take care of his body. Several houses purchased in Shangjing a month ago have been arranged to take care of them, and the furnishings are all arranged according to the master's preferences. The affairs of Gucheng have been settled. Arrangements were made properly, and the directors of the firms in the states were also notified.”

"Mr. Ji is bothered."

Qin Yan picked up the white porcelain cup at hand, and the mist of tea water covered the coldness in her eyes. After a long time, she went to the capital.

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Going to the capital, the right minister Qin's house, Xiyuan Qiushuiyuan, Song Mei was combing her hair in front of the Linghua mirror. The woman in the mirror is no longer old, and her thin body can't support the thin clothes on her body, which makes her even weaker. When the Right Prime Minister Qin Wen was walking into the warm pavilion in the main house, he saw such a scene.

Qin Xiang has a refined and elegant temperament. When he is middle-aged, his body is not fat, and he can still see the demeanor of his youth. He walked straight to the soft collapse at the south window and sat down, pressing his forehead lightly.

Song Mei was overjoyed when she saw the corner of the purple official robe flashing in the mirror. He got up slowly, called "Master Xiang", walked over with lotus steps, and sat down next to Qin Xiang. A pair of hands that did not wear any jewelry climbed onto Qin Xiang's shoulders, pressed gently on the man, and stopped talking.

This is the tacit understanding that the two have been together for a long time. Song Mei abides by her duty as a wife and never goes beyond the rules.

Oh, not a wife, she's just a concubine.

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It was late spring, and the begonia flowers in the courtyard were particularly prosperous. The night wind brought the scent of flowers into the window. In a trance, Qin Xiang remembered the years when he first entered the phase.

At that time, he was appointed prime minister from Hanlin, and there were many people in the court who were jealous, saying that he was relying on the power of the Yuejiazhengongfu.

In the court, Zuo Xiang's lineage has repeatedly competed with him because of political disagreements. His family background is not deep, far less than the Zuo Xiang who has a queen and a concubine in the family. What's more, the prince is still a relative of Zuo Xiang. nephew.

At that time, when he returned to the palace every day, he also went straight to Xiyuan. What awaits him is not the soft pillow of the beautiful lady today, but another woman who is bright and flamboyant and whose mind and means are not under him.

The two sharply commented on political affairs and analyzed the situation in the court. At that time, Shen Shiying played his wife, friend, and also an aide to the prime minister's office.

Over the years, the sage has intentionally supported him to balance the situation in which the leftist lineage is dominated by power and opposition.

Now the two sides are stalemate, and they are equal to each other, but since the prince returned to Beijing, the sage ordered the prince to supervise the country on the grounds of recuperating. The prince asked the Dali Temple to investigate strictly, without exception. There are not a few people who have been demoted, dismissed from office, and even raided.

Today, the Censor's Office impeached the Minister of the Ministry of Housing for greed with ink, and the Prince ordered Dali Temple to suspend him for investigation. This minister of household, An Binghuai, was the younger brother of the prince's grandfather, An Shifeng, and the prince was really ruthless.

Prince Feng Zhan has been trained for many years in the army, and he is decisive in killing and killing.

Qin Xiang has been feeling more and more mentally weak recently. Now, the war in the northwest is over, and the Holy General ordered the Pingxi army to return to the court, and take a break to support the people. The commander of the Pingxi Army is Shen Changshan, the Duke of Zhenguo. When he returns to Beijing this time, I am afraid that there will be a reckoning for Shen Shiying's affairs. Piece by piece, it's really overwhelmed.

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A few soft coughs interrupted Qin Xiang's thoughts. Qin Xiang turned his head and asked, "Is Madam suffering from a cold?"

Song Mei turned around and took out the silk handkerchief, covered her lips and coughed a few more times.

Qin Xiang instructed his servants to close the window, took Song Mei's hands, and said softly:

"Because of my husband's dereliction of duty, I forgot that my wife can't bear the cold."

Song Mei hurriedly said:

"Master Xiang don't want to break the body of the concubine. When I was pregnant with Ming'er, my fetus was not good. If I can give birth to Ming'er safely, it is God's blessing. The body of the concubine is not up to par, and I can live these days. It's a gift from God."

"Madam's hard work, how has Ming'er been recently? I've been busy with business these past few days, and I haven't even bothered to look at his homework." Qin Xiang especially valued the succession of the lineage, and he loved his only son Qin Ming even more.

Song Mei said softly,

"Ming'er is all right. Today, the teacher praised him for his good writing. He is looking forward to Xiangye to take a look."

Qin Xiang's brows widened,

"It's too late, I'll go see him tomorrow. Ming'er faces me, and I'll face you, without humiliating the lintel of our scholarly family."

Song Mei suddenly lowered her eyes and wanted to cry.

"What's wrong with Madam, but what grievances have you suffered, tell my husband." Qin Xiang said hurriedly.

Song Mei raised her handkerchief and tried the corners of her eyes, her voice trembling slightly,

"In a few days, Nian Nian is about to get married, and it's time to have a kiss."

"Many mistresses of aristocratic families in Beijing, although they like Nian Nian, are still worried that Nian Nian is not a direct descendant."

"Niannian is a daughter, but Ming'er is the only son of Xiangye. If I miss my marriage and my future because of my low status as a mother, my concubine will be to blame."

Qin Xiang's expression became complicated, he sighed, and remained silent.

He knew Song Mei's heartbreak over the years, and there was no one else in his backyard, except for his wife Shen Shiying, who was married to the old sedan chair, who was also Song Mei. In recent years, Song Mei has been in charge of the family, and the mansion regards Song Mei as a mistress, and the two treat each other as husband and wife, but the name is really difficult.

"Otherwise, Ming'er will be adopted under the name of Madam..." Song Mei said tentatively.

"inappropriate!"

Qin Xiang interrupted Song Mei's words,

"You are still alive, Shen Shiying has..."

"For so many years, Duke Zhenguo's government insisted that Shen Shiying was missing and refused to be mourned. I am Gu Nian, Duke Zhenguo, who has been guarding the northwest for these years, so I suppressed your name."

Qin Xiang also knew that the only son he loved was not his first son, how much he was criticized in Shangjing, where there were many aristocratic families.

But adoption is absolutely impossible!

At the beginning, he was ridiculed by his colleagues because he relied on the Yue family, which meant that he had a soft meal, but now he can't let his son be ridiculed!

"After a while, when the Duke of Zhen Guo returns to Beijing, I will personally go to the Duke of Zhen Guo to tell you about raising you as a flat wife.

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Song Mei was overjoyed, but suddenly realized that when Duke Zhen Guo returned to Beijing, Qin Yan, Shen Shiying's only daughter, was bound to return.

"Yan'er is coming back, right?"

"Well, in the past few days, Lanyuexuan was cleaned up. When Qin Yan came back, she was arranged to live in."

Speaking of Qin Yan, Qin relative has little impression of the daughter he once loved. He was only a few years old when he left, and he rarely thinks of such a daughter in these years.

Song Mei said: "Tomorrow, the concubine and Nian Nian will move back to the main house. After all, this Xiyuan belongs to the wife and Yan'er..."

"No, you're not in good health. The doctor said that Xiyuan is suitable for you to take care of your health. It's better for Nian Nian to live closer, so that your mother and daughter can take care of you. Qin Yan should understand things at his age." Qin Wenzheng sighed He rejected Song Mei's proposal.

Song Mei lowered her head to agree, then raised her head again, with a soft tone:

"Master Xiang, after the wedding ceremony, I invited some noble ladies from good families in Beijing, and the young lady from Yongding Hou's mansion also took the post. My concubine thought, our prime minister's mansion can't neglect the guests, thinking about whether we should Be a little more solemn."

"You can figure it out. If you need anything, just send someone to the warehouse to get it."

Looking at Song Mei who was so pure, Qin Xiang felt a little guilty. He took Song Mei and stroked her back.

"My husband knows that you are usually simple in food and clothing, so I'm afraid it will lead to right and wrong. After you have raised your position, you can show the style of the official wife. You have suffered so many years of grievances, Mrs. Hard Work."

Song Mei leaned against Qin Xiang softly, closed her eyes and thought, she was satisfied with the result.

What she had suffered, she cannot let her children suffer again.

The original Shen Shiying was not her opponent, nor would this Qin Yan be her opponent.

In the northwest, I am afraid that it has cultivated a wild girl who has never seen the world. Then, the eldest daughter of the prime minister's residence, even if she comes back, it will only complement her own reading and knowledge, and she is a real lady.

When she is carried as a flat wife, are you still afraid that there will be no high-level clan to say kiss to Nian Nian?

Maybe, Qin Yan's marriage contract with the prince of Yongding Hou's mansion will also fall on her mind...