The Male Supporting Roles Who Are Lonely and Old All the Time

He Dongchen wanted to feed Wang Yangyuan Pill to the emperor, and went into the palace from time to time, and met Jiang Yueming three times out of ten.

Jiang Yueming, a junior official of the seventh rank, was summoned by the emperor so frequently, he had already become a celebrity in front of the imperial court, and many of them were sour.

Of course, there are quite a few people who have been recruited. Jiang Yueming and Guan have not yet married, and there are countless matchmakers who have come to the door. Even the emperor has heard of it, jokingly pointing out a marriage to Jiang Yueming.

Jiang Yueming was terrified, racked his brains to decline politely, and his steps became heavy again when he left the palace.

He Dongchen happened to witness the scene of the emperor urging the marriage, and even smoothed things over for Jiang Yueming.

The two went out of the palace together, He Dongchen waved his fan, looked at the clouds in the sky, and asked casually: "Tomorrow, Mr. Jiang will take a rest, why don't you go to Lingshan Temple and ask about the marriage?"

Jiang Yueming moved his eyes, shook his head after a while and said, "My mother asked about it a few years ago and said that I should not marry early."

It is not advisable to marry early, but you can get engaged first. Although the Jiang family is small in number, their ancestors have some heritage. Jiang Yueming himself is outstanding in appearance, and he is also a celebrity in the imperial court. He has a bright future and is naturally very sought-after.

He Dongchen didn't say any more after hearing the words, and left her to worry.

The next day, He Dongchen received a post from several of Yuanshen's friends, and went to the Liuli Garden to compose poems.

The Liuli Garden is in the city. It is the residence of a former regent. The main body is made of glass, which is extremely luxurious. Because many places in it are beyond the rules, the meaning is not good, and it is not suitable to reward anyone. Now it has become a royal entrance to the public. Places, high-end places in Beijing, many dignitaries, literati and refined scholars like to come and hang out.

He Dongchen had nothing else to do, so he accepted the post and went to have a look at the resplendent colored glaze garden.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw a group of people outside Liuliyuan, and a weeping female voice came from among them, the tune was like singing an opera, and it was melodious.

He Dongchen also saw Jiang Yueming in white at the periphery of the crowd.

Jiang Yueming was shorter, standing on tiptoes slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face.

He Dongchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked over waving his fan.

"Master Jiang."

Jiang Yueming was suddenly called, her heart skipped a beat, she turned her head to see He Dongchen in white, her brows loosened, and she said with a smile: "Mr. Fufeng, what a coincidence."

The two stood in a row, began to watch, and unknowingly squeezed into the front row.

I saw a bulging and dilapidated straw mat in the middle, with her feet exposed at one end, and beside her was a commoner woman kneeling on the ground, shedding her head and weeping. Her body wrapped in coarse cloth was graceful and graceful. Snow, with a few strands of black hair hanging down on it, makes people want to push it away.

The woman was weeping, and her voice was like a song, like weeping: "My father died in a foreign country, and he only asked for a coffin. The little girl has nothing in return, and is willing to sell herself as a slave to serve her benefactor."

He Dongchen understood, it turned out that he sold himself to bury his father.

This kind of drama happens from time to time in Shanghai, so it's not surprising.

Most of the onlookers watched the excitement, and if they were interested, they would give some money to take away.

But most people don't want to bring a woman of unknown origin into their home.

He Dongchen watched the play leisurely.

Jiang Yueming frowned, and suddenly stepped forward and said, "Why don't you come back home with me."

He Dongchen slapped his fan: ...

The onlookers immediately looked at Jiang Yueming, and were dazzled by her handsome figure. Some people recognized that she was Tanhualang from last year, the editor-in-chief of the Imperial Academy, Mr. Jiang.

did not expect! Mr. Jiang also has this side, messing with the flowers and plants outside at will, keeping himself clean like a ghost.

Everyone whispered and cast teasing looks at Jiang Yueming.

The prostitute raised her head slightly and glanced at Jiang Yueming. Seeing that he was a handsome man, dressed well, she was happy in her heart, nodded reservedly, and was about to answer.

At this moment, an incompatible and clear voice sounded.

"Girl, I will bury your father, get up."

After the words fell, everyone saw a woman in red coming in style, with a bright face and a calm demeanor, not inconsistent with her age. Behind the woman were two maidservants in green.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, they sold their bodies to bury their fathers to find a home, what did a woman get involved with?

There was a glint of misfortune in the prostitute's eyes, and she declined gratefully on her face: "The women of the people are humble, and dare not insult this daughter."

Song Qile smiled slightly: "I see that your filial piety is commendable. It's a pity to sell yourself as a slave in order to bury your father. Why don't you follow me back to the mansion, and find a livelihood for you in the future, husband and child, wouldn't it be faster."

When the prostitute heard the words, her complexion became ugly. It was too deliberate to leave a good commoner instead of being a slave.

Unwilling, she continued to decline: "But I have already promised this young master, thank you for your kindness."

After the prostitute finished speaking, she glanced shyly at Jiang Yueming, who was tall and tall, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Song Qile frowned slightly, looked at Jiang Yueming, then saw He Dongchen next to her, and said pleasantly, "Mr. Fufeng County, you are also here."

He Dongchen asked back unhurriedly: "You are?"

Song Qile paused with a smile: "Pingyang Houfu's second concubine daughter, Song Qile, we have met before, and the eldest princess of Xiangyang even gave me a piano."

As soon as the words fell, the melon eaters suddenly remembered, didn't the girl from the second bedroom of Pingyang Hou's mansion get kicked out of Lingshan Temple by messing with foreign men?

Original wife or step-in-law daughter?

Everyone looked at Song Qile openly and secretly, and whispered to each other.

"I have no impression." He Dongchen shook his head with a flat attitude.

Song Qile gritted her teeth, turned her eyes to Jiang Yueming again, and said, "Master, I want to help this girl, so please help me."

Jiang Yueming sighed inwardly, and was about to speak out when He Dongchen spoke first: "Then let her save me."

"Anyway, this person is not as good-looking as you."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was taken aback. They looked at the prostitute, and then at Jiang Yueming. Yes, it's not certain who is attracted to whom.

The prostitute: ... shot an arrow in the chest.

Seeing that Song Qile's attitude was firm and she didn't want to get entangled, Jiang Yueming took a step back and said flatly, "Please go."

He Dongchen shook his fan: "Let's go, my friends can't wait."

He Dongchen pulled Jiang Yueming away from the crowd at such a high speed that he disappeared after a while.

Song Qile frowned, and was puzzled, why the princess of Xiangyang didn't come to her door to propose marriage for so long, since the eldest princess of Xiangyang admired her so much.

Looking at it now, Duke Fufeng's attitude towards her is very flat.

Song Qile's steadfast heart began to waver. Maybe in her previous life she was self-indulgent. Even if her innocence had not been ruined by her step-sister, Princess Xiangyang would have looked down on her.

This cognition made Song Qile unacceptable.

She stood there, dazed.

The people around saw that they had no more fun, and gradually dispersed. When Song Qile came back to her senses, there were no father and daughter who sold themselves to bury their father.

I don't know when it slipped away.

Song Qile sneered, suddenly remembered something, and asked the maid beside her, "Who is the man next to Duke Fufeng?"

"It was last year's Tanhualang, Mr. Jiang Bianxiu." The maid said with a blushing face, "Girl, you forgot, last year we saw Jinshi parading the streets, and even threw a handkerchief to Jiang Bianxiu. It's a pity that Jiang Bianxiu shouldn't marry early. I have rejected all marriage offers, and I am still a widow.”

Song Qile suddenly turned her head to look at the direction in which He Dongchen and Jiang Yueming left.

Jiang Yueming! What Tanhualang! It's a woman!

In her previous life, she was trapped in the back house, and she heard Wang Wude yell at her, saying that Jiang Yueming was deceiving the world, and that she was a woman but sneaked into the court.

Song Qile did not expect that she would meet Jiang Yueming here. Her heart was pounding and she was preparing to return home with her maid.

After walking a few steps, he was suddenly stopped by a guard with a knife, please go to the restaurant next to him.

It turned out that Cheng Wang Shizi watched the whole process from the sidelines on the second floor just now, and he saw clearly that Song Qile deliberately appeared in front of the Duke of Fufeng, and after being ignored, she lost her mind.

The last time it was this woman who caused his spies to be exposed, and he was scolded **** by his father, Prince Cheng felt annoyed, so he called someone up, and said straight to the point: "Want to enter the eldest princess's mansion?"

Song Qile's heart skipped a beat, and she stood by the door vigilantly: "Who are you?"

The guard next to him answered on his behalf: "My master is the son of Prince Cheng."

Become a prince! Song Qile was in a daze. Before she passed away in her previous life, she seemed to have heard that the heir of Chengwang's mansion had been named the crown prince!

Future prince!

Song Qile's breathing became short of breath, and her hands were sweating.

Prince Cheng was pleased by her excited appearance, his face softened slightly, and he continued: "If you want to enter the princess's mansion, I can help you."

Song Qile came back to her senses, and shook her head after a while with a wry smile: "I thought about it before, but I don't think about it now. Although the eldest princess of Xiangyang bestowed on me at the flower banquet, she didn't make a sound afterwards. The prince of Fufeng County must have seen the attitude towards me just now. I don't have the satisfaction of my mother-in-law and my husband's doting, so why bother to force it, even if I get in by luck, life will not be happy."

This remark made Prince Cheng look at him with admiration. He originally thought that Song Qile was a scheming girl who wanted to marry into a noble family and was greedy for vanity. Now it seems that she is a transparent person who weighs the pros and cons and retreats despite difficulties. It's a pity. It's a little bit worse, if not...

Prince Cheng shook his head, putting aside the absurd thoughts, but he also stopped looking for trouble, and said to the guard beside him: "Send the girl downstairs."

"Yes." The guard responded and said to Song Qile, "Please."

Song Qi Le Fu turned around and left, and stood still when she walked outside the door.

If she left like this, she would not be able to reach a higher position in her life. In the first rebirth, Song Qile only wanted to win a bright future for herself, she would rather teach me to betray the world than to teach the world to betray me!

Song Qile took a deep breath, and went back to the room: "I know a secret, and I want to trade it with the prince."

On the other side, He Dongchen took Jiang Yueming to meet a few young children, went shopping, ate and ate, and recited a few poems. The whole morning passed.

On the way back, He Dongchen sent Jiang Yueming all the way, Jiang's mansion and Princess Chang's mansion were only two streets away.

The carriage was spacious, but Jiang Yueming felt a little uncomfortable, so he opened the curtain to breathe.

When he arrived at the place, Jiang Yueming got out of the car in a hurry without delaying for a moment. After watching the carriage go away, he turned and returned home.

The ancestors of the Jiang family had a glorious past, and the house was built very large, but it was deserted and deserted, with few people around.

When Jiang's father died in battle, Jiang's mother lied that Jiang Yueming was a boy in order to preserve the family property. With the protection of Jiang's father's former colleagues, he was not swallowed by the clan.

One wrong step, one wrong step, Jiang Yueming was pushed step by step towards the imperial examination, towards the imperial court, the snowball got bigger and bigger, and it might collapse one day.

"Mother, I'm back." Jiang Yueming stepped into the main courtyard with heavy steps.

The woman who was embroidering immediately put down her work when she heard the words, her eyebrows and eyes were full of sadness, which was full of sadness: "Today, another matchmaker came to ask about your marriage. I am worried about my mother. I don't go out anymore. They even chased you to the house. superior."

If Jiang Yueming was a man, Jiang's mother must have something to do with Rong, but she gave birth to a daughter! How do women marry wives and have children! It's just a waste of someone else's daughter.

"Otherwise, you should resign. Let's go back to our hometown. There are not so many dignitaries who cannot be offended..." Jiang's mother chattered endlessly, grabbing her daughter's sleeve.

Jiang Yueming shook his head: "In order to keep the mansion, I took part in the imperial examination. After ten years of hard work, I have come to this point. I just resigned like this. I am not reconciled."

After ten years of studying hard, doesn't she have any ambition in her heart?

On the street today, Jiang Yueming saw a woman who sold her body to bury her father, and suddenly had an idea. She originally wanted to redeem her and create an infatuated persona, so that no one would marry her daughter to her.

As for the swindling prostitute, it's easy to pay for the money or whatever.

It's a pity that the good things were disturbed by the people of Pingyang Houfu.

Jiang Yueming was discouraged, but not disappointed. There was a solution. A woman who prostituted herself escaped, and another woman prostituted herself to bury her father.

Jiang Yueming started to go out frequently, even after leaving the office, he had to go shopping in the street a few times.

He Dongchen met him twice, and always felt that Jiang Yueming had a big line written all over his body: I ​​was taken advantage of! Come and touch me!

It's a pity that the past few days in Beijing have been calm, there is no prostitution to bury the father, and there are no villains and domineering women.

He Dongchen was watching the fun, but suddenly one day they entered the palace and met Jiang Yueming, and found that Jiang Yueming's aura had changed, his face was like a spring breeze, but his eyes were a little more gloomy.

He Dongchen frowned, observed for a while, and found that Jiang Yueming was dating people from Chengwang's mansion in private!

Jiang Yueming is a famous person in the imperial court, he has always been wise and safe, how could he hook up with Cheng Wang's mansion, once the emperor finds out, he will be smashed to pieces.

"Go and find out what Song Qile is doing." He Dongchen knocked on the table and said.

A person walked out from the dark, clasped his fists in salute, and left quickly.

Half a day later, He Dongchen received a reply saying that Song Qile had been frantically attending banquets during this time, and won a lot of fame. At the same time, she also secretly opened a makeup shop, which was very impressive. Not only that, her younger brother entered the Imperial College.

Undoubtedly, Cheng Wang's mansion helped to get the invitations and quotas, and the shop was staffed by Cheng Wang's son.

Before and after the contact, He Dongchen sneered. It seemed that Song Qile sold Jiang Yueming to Cheng Wang's son and gained a lot of benefits for herself.

He Dongchen could find Jiang Yueming's whereabouts, and so could the emperor with many ears and eyes.

In the past few days, the emperor looked at Jiang Yueming with deep eyes.

"Editor Jiang, someone told me recently that you were conspiring with Prince Cheng's mansion."

With a plop, Jiang Yueming knelt down, sweating profusely, and quickly took out a stack of banknotes from his sleeves, and presented them with both hands: "Please look, your majesty, these are the banknotes used by Cheng Wangfu to bribe humble ministers."

The emperor was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Jiang Yueming to admit it directly instead of defending it, and even handed in the dirt on his own initiative!

He Dongchen next to him raised his eyebrows and interjected, "What does Editor Jiang mean?"

Jiang Yueming quickly explained: "Prince Cheng's Mansion has seized the opportunity of this minister, and bribed him with a lot of money, intimidating and luring him to do things, but this minister is loyal to His Majesty and dare not lie. Entering the palace today is to confess the truth to His Majesty. Leave it to your disposal."

The emperor narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What's the reason?"

He had already made up in his mind that Jiang Yueming made mistakes in his office, colluded with others, even cheated in the imperial examination, and even had other secrets behind Jiang's father's death in battle.

As a result, Jiang Yueming blushed and faltered, "I won't do it."

cough cough!

He Dongchen gasped.

The emperor was also dumbfounded for a moment.

That's it?

No, no, this is a matter of a man's dignity, it is indeed a big deal!

The emperor had no children for many years, and how many people were whispering behind his back, so he felt the same, he was furious, and slammed the table down: "Chengwang's mansion is really dangerous! I went to Xiangyang mansion to send spies, and I beat it, and now I dare to stretch my hand to me!" By my side, it's really rampant!"

Jiang Yueming knelt on the ground with an indignant look on his face.

It really does look like that.

"I implore Your Majesty to help my minister keep the secret."

The emperor said lovingly, "Jiang Aiqing, don't worry." No wonder this child doesn't marry a wife.

He Dongchen tried his best to suppress the corner of his mouth, and when the emperor finished cursing, he was going to pack up the palace and leave the palace with Jiang Yueming.

On the way, He Dongchen saw Jiang Yueming's sluggish face, and pointed to him: "Do you know what the crime of deceiving the emperor is?"

Jiang Yueming lifted his spirits and said, "Can I lie about this kind of thing?"

She is a woman, and she really can't lift it up.

Jiang Yueming knew that if she exposed her daughter's body, she could rely on that promise to save her life, but when she got on the boat of Cheng Wang's mansion, she was smashed to pieces and walked all the way to darkness.

Now, she can only take one step at a time, even if she is exposed, she will take Cheng Wangfu on the road.