C11

The white-bearded old man's eyes lit up when he saw Wei Zhao, "Is it this kid?" "Come, let's go together."

His eyes were bright, and his amiable smile turned cheap in an instant. It frightened Wei Zhao so much that he hurriedly retracted his money and stood behind Mr. Qian.

The students were still in their rooms. When they heard the commotion outside, none of them came out. However, the sounds of reading were much quieter. The braver ones had already looked out the window.

Mr. Qian had no choice but to stop the class. "Mr. Qian came to a faraway place to listen to the class for half a day. When the day came, please take your place and go home. Don't cause any trouble on the way."

The holiday came so suddenly that no one from Xue Qianyun's family came, so he was soon alone in the yard again.

As soon as the white-bearded old man saw him, his eyes lit up even more. "Aiyo, where did this doll come from? Why is it even more beautiful than that painting from that year?" He turned to Mr. Qian and asked, "We fought so hard, but you just hid in this beautiful place and hid away in leisure, and even raised so many beautiful children. You're trying to become an immortal right?"

Mr. Qian ignored him and said to Qianyun, "Let's go to the county town. Are you going to follow me or have the carriage take you home?"

Qianyun looked at Wei Zhao, he had long since noticed that she had been studying hard all this time, only this morning she had heard that she had arrived early in the morning, now that her husband had asked her to leave, she did not go home, thinking that Wei Zhao had also been deposited here by her aunt last time, so she said to Mr. Qian, "Qianyun follows you."

Wei Zhao looked depressed. After hearing what Xue Qianyun had said, he was finally in a better mood. He bent his eyes towards Wei Zhao.

Mr. Qian went back to the servant woman and told her not to lock the door. If anyone came to ask, she just told them to go to the county town, and that they would be back soon. Then she and Wei Zhao went into the carriage with Ji Yun.

The county town of Pingxian was quite busy, and there weren't any girls waiting to be married in the cars. Wei Zhao and Zhao Yun quickly lifted the curtain and looked at the scene, completely unaware of the two old men behind them winking at them.

Mr. Qian said, "Why are you here?"

The white-bearded old man said, "Why can't I come? "Who the hell am I?" He was extremely proud.

So it turned out that this white-bearded old man was too often the grandfather of Emperor Qinghe. Emperor Qinghe's mother was his only daughter.

When he was young, he had looked forward to his daughter recruiting a son-in-law so that she could continue her family's prosperity. Unexpectedly, at that time, Miss Wang had been chosen for a banquet in the late emperor's palace.

Fortunately, the young lady lived up to her expectations and gave birth to Emperor Qing He, who was often her biological grandson. Half of the Wang clan's blood still remained on Emperor Qing He's body.

Wang too often worked hard to live, and now that he was almost eighty years old, it was impossible to tell what he had in mind.

All these years the Wang family had been in such a hurry to find him a wife and a son, and he had swept them all aside, living his own life happily, growing stronger with age, without any sense of integrity or age.

If Emperor Qing He had invited him, Mister Qian would have been greatly shocked. However, when he thought about it later, Wang Taizai was often the emperor's grandfather, and was Wei Zhao's blood relative. No one was as reliable as him.

The carriage shakily passed through the most bustling street in Pingxian and arrived in front of a restaurant on South Street.

Mr. Qian was helped out of the car as he cried out, "My old bones are all broken!"

Seeing that the one being supported was actually Senior Officer Zheng, he hurriedly waved his hand, "I can't stand it. I'll leave by myself. Go and carry my little disciple out."

Wang Taichang took two steps forward and lowered his head to whisper in Mr. Qian's ear. "That beard is too fake, it can't be compared to real." After saying that, he arrogantly curled his mustache.

He silently cursed the current eunuch in front of the emperor, but Mister Qian didn't go along and only turned to look at Wei Zhao.

"Cousin," said Wei Zhao, taking Xue's hand. While the leader was still holding onto Wei Zhao's arm, he had already climbed down from the carriage …

When Wei Zhao had held Big Head Ji Yun's hand, Big Head Jiang was a bit embarrassed. However, when Wei Zhao also stepped down from the carriage, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand.

Wei Zhao had initially been a little panicked. When he arrived at a new place, he would always feel that it wasn't safe, but when he saw Zhao Yun, he felt that he should be even more scared than she was. The feeling of caring for a young child surfaced, and the two of them held hands.

Wang Taichang stroked his beard and nodded, then said to Officer Zheng, "Please lead the way, Brother Zheng."

Mr. Qian, "Cough, cough, cough …"

Wei Zhao and Big Yellow sat alone in front of a small table. Senior Official Zheng didn't tell Wang Taichang to eat first with Mr. Qian, so he took a small portion of the dishes from the table and placed it on a small plate, then carried it over to the siblings.

Wang Taichang began to chat with Mr. Qian and senior official Zheng. Wei Zhao was already hungry, so he buried his head in his food.

Qianyun, on the other hand, didn't eat much. He felt uncomfortable in the carriage, so he drank a bowl of porridge and watched Wei Zhao eat.

Their children were sitting on the couch in front of the window, separated from Mr. Qian and the others by a screen. Wei Zhao saw that he wasn't eating, so he asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, he extended his small hand to touch his forehead.

Big Cloud rubbed his hand against her palm, lowered his eyes, and also quietly replied, "I'm sleepy."

imitating his mother's look after her, Wei Zhao pulled over the pillow and quilt on the couch. "Then, should we lie down and sleep?"

Zhanyun looked at her with worry. Wei Zhao was very smart, and he remembered that she also looked at her mother like that. He smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll be here with you."

Xue Chaoyun nodded slightly, then whispered, "Cousin, don't go."

Wei Zhao: What does her mother usually say when she says that to her mother? Go to sleep!

"Go to sleep." The loving little girl cut off the word "yours" in the middle, and her words were very gentle and pleasant to hear.

In the end, Wei Zhao didn't know if sleep was contagious or not, but he soon fell asleep as well. Since Xue Chaoyun was already asleep, there was nothing for her to be embarrassed about.

That's right, she hadn't actually slept well at night after her parents left. Now that she had eaten a hearty meal, shouldn't she be sleepy?

The breathing inside the screen slowed down. Officer Zheng took a peek and his eyes narrowed into slits. He hurriedly went out to report.

Emperor Qinghe had been waiting impatiently for a long time, so he came in and said, "Your Majesty, the young master is asleep."

The room was completely silent. Emperor Qinghe left the room, and Wang Taizhuang and Mr. Qian both knelt on the porch. Emperor Qinghe helped him up.

"It's exactly the same as when the previous empress was a child …"

Mr. Qian was also a little worried. Officer Zheng helped him up and he and Wang Taisui stood outside the door to watch Emperor Qing He and Official Zheng enter the room where they were having their meals.

The room was lit with a bit of Calming Incense. The smell was not strong, but it made people sleep deeply.

Senior Officer Zheng has already told Emperor Qing He about the matter of Xue. So when Emperor Qing He came in, his eyes were fixed on Wei Zhao. He saw that she had a beautiful sleeping face, and her five officials were upright, and her children were all charming and petty. However, she was very generous, and seemed to be free and easy to deal with. The sky was full, and her face was round.

Emperor Qinghe wanted to do the same as his grandpa. He wanted to cry too.

God bless the great swallow!

The two men in the corridor, who added up to more than a hundred years old, went to the room where the Emperor had been.

Mister Qian was a little ashamed of the king's flattery. "I remember when Third Princess was born, she said she was like the previous empress …"

Wang Taihang did not feel embarrassed at all, his beard stuck up. "Isn't that so? Grandmother has plenty of granddaughters who look like grandmothers." Upon recalling that the third princess had died early, he shut his mouth.

Tutor Wang often felt jealous that the emperor had sent Tutor Qian to teach the princess instead of faking it with a sigh. He pretended to sigh and said, "This is truly blessed by the heavens. The Wang family is still alive, and this old man was willing to protect the princess' health even after losing ten years of my life …"

Old man Qian was furious, he had gone too far. The princess was clearly a member of the emperor's family, so it was one thing for him to have relations with her, but he still intentionally separated the relationship between him and the princess's master and disciple. In terms of his relationship with the princess, Mr. Qian was not willing to back down even half a step, "That's right, you're too considerate, I'm not as good as you are …" Mr Qian changed his tone, "Fortunately, I'm a few years younger than he is. As long as the princess is safe and healthy and grows up, even if I lose twenty years of my life, I would have no regrets …"

Fortunately, there was no one else in the room. Otherwise, if two powerful ministers (both of whom had retired) were fighting for their lives, most people would definitely have indigestion upon hearing about it.

The two of them did not allow each other to enter. One of them had a bloodline relationship, while the other had a master and disciple relationship. They would talk and treat each other courteously.

"His Majesty wants to be alone with the young master for a while."

For example, one could only know how to write the word 'cherish' if one had received it and then lost it. For example, one could care less about their health if they had nothing to do with it, but once they were ill, they would know how important it was to be healthy. For example, one could only know how to write the word 'cherish' if one had obtained it and then lost it.

Wei Zhao slept in a hazy state, feeling as if a shadow was swaying in front of her. She struggled to open one of her eyes, startling the emperor who was half-kneeling in front of her.

Wei Zhao felt that the figure looked familiar. He was sure it was a man, so he mumbled, "Dad …"

Tears rolled down Emperor Qing He's face. He didn't dare to make a sound. Instead, he nodded while holding back his tears.

If not, Wei Zhao would've been born to coax others. He could even coax others in his dreams.

Wei Zhao relaxed and fell asleep, falling into a sweet slumber. He even opened his mouth and spat out bubbles, which were her favorite games when she was young. Not only did they entertain him, they also entertained the audience.

Not long after, he went out and said to the officer standing at the door, "Take care of the inside. I will go and talk to mister."

Senior Official Zheng carefully opened the door for the emperor while he retreated to Wei Zhao's room. He put out the incense, opened the window and watched over the young master.