Chapter 150 Zhao Family

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 150 Zhao Family

Gu Dayong didn't bring any congratulatory gifts, or the prince didn't even want to send congratulatory gifts, but it wouldn't matter if he came empty-handed.

Because I brought a sincere heart, and there are still 30 million.

You must be happy, you must be healthy, you must be happy.

Xia Yuan was moved by this sincerity and politely welcomed Gu Dayong into the courtyard and led him to the front hall where guests were greeted.

For the sake of Zhu Houzhao, the future emperor, Xia Yuan planned to treat Mr. Gu to a cup of tea and then tell him to get out.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that Master Xia, you are of high moral character, noble in character, harmonious, outstanding, and elegant in your interests. It is because you value your heart the most and don't like those red tapes, so we didn't bring this gift for fear of upsetting Master Xia."

"Are you sure it's not because the prince has no money to buy gifts?"

Regarding these words, Xia Yuan didn't believe even a single punctuation mark. If nothing else, the pile of idioms was not something that Zhu Houzhao could say.

I really don’t look down on him, that guy can name two and that’s already an extraordinary performance.

"Master Xia, you are really good at joking. How can the prince not have money to buy gifts? The main reason is for your sake."

"Yeah?"

"Isn't that right?"

The smile on Gu Dayong's face did not diminish, but he was also thinking about it in his heart. He also felt that the prince did not have money to buy gifts.

As today's personal companion, how could he not know whether the prince has money or not?

Not to mention that a few days ago, His Highness took fifty taels of silver from him.

He said it was a loan and said he would pay it back later when he had money.

But don’t you know it if you haven’t paid it back yet?

Thinking of this, Gu Dayong felt a little pain in his heart. Our fifty taels of silver will definitely not come back.

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There is a river to the north of the back mountain of Xiajiazhuang, and on the other side of the river are large tracts of farmland. These farmlands do not belong to the villagers of Xiajiazhuang, but to Zhaojiacun.

The river is the boundary between the two villages, and if you continue to walk a few miles north along this large expanse of farmland, you can see a patchwork of houses with tiled stilts. Among these houses, there is a house that occupies an area of

A fairly large yard.

Everyone in Zhaojia Village knows that this is the courtyard of the home of Mr. Zhao, a well-known wealthy family from all over the country.

Normally, no matter who passes by the deep courtyard of this mansion, they will cast envious glances. However, since last year, the Zhao family has gone from being the envy of everyone in the village to being the laughing stock of the entire village.

Rich Man Zhao had two daughters, one was his biological daughter, and the other was brought by his concubine. His biological daughter had a marriage contract with the son of Xia Juren from the next village. When it was time to get married, he thought she was a sick man, so he asked his concubine to marry him.

The girl he brought here got married.

Everyone in the village can also understand that this person's heart is made of flesh, and no one can balance it with a bowl of water.

No one can push his biological daughter into the pit of fire, but who would have thought that the sick man actually recovered. Not only did he recover, he was also admitted to the Xie Yuan in one fell swoop.

When mentioning this matter, everyone in Zhaojia Village burst into laughter. Finally, they lamented with a hint of sadness that the rich man Zhao was really unlucky. After all, his stepdaughter was also a daughter, so Xie Yuangong was naturally his son-in-law.

It's a pity that the two families immediately severed all relations because of the fraudulent marriage. When the people of Xiajiazhuang came to talk about this matter, the rich man Zhao agreed very readily.

The good son-in-law of Duke Jie Yuang is gone.

These gossips were discussed by the villagers of Zhaojiacun for several months after the Shuntianfu Provincial Examination ended last year. After all, this era is not as information-rich as later generations. Even lying on your own bed can be annoyed by strangers thousands of miles away.

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Many people may never leave their hometown in their entire lives, and they will not be exposed to too much information. Any piece of gossip can continue to be popular for a long time.

However, as time went by, the popularity of this matter gradually disappeared, and even became somewhat uninterested.

But today, this matter was brought up again by the villagers of Zhaojiacun, and it instantly became a hot search topic in Zhaojiacun, becoming the headline on the front page, and a hot topic discussed by everyone in Zhaojiacun.

When passing by the most magnificent courtyard in the village, looking at the closed door, there was no ridicule in the eyes of the villagers, only deep sympathy and silence.

What Mr. Zhao doesn’t have is a son-in-law, not Duke Jie Yuan, but a son-in-law, Duke Hui Yuan, who will soon become a Jinshi son-in-law, or even the No. 1 scholar.

At this time, Mr. Zhao and his family may have found a rope to hang themselves.

This is the idea of ​​almost everyone in the village.

However, inside the courtyard, Mr. Zhao was alive and well. At least he still had energy, or there was no problem with his breathing.

And Mrs. Zhao's situation was much worse. At this time, Mrs. Zhao, or Zhao Lin, was lying on the couch with her mouth open and breathing "ho ho ho", and her eyes were tightly closed.

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Her lips are thin and her eyes are slightly narrow. The first impression given by her appearance is that she is a sharp and mean woman who is difficult to get along with.

But now his mouth was open and his eyes were closed, which made the bitter taste less severe.

The maid stood by the bed and stretched out her hand to caress Mrs. Lin's chest, helping her wife to calm down. Zhao Fugui sat on the chair and said nothing, his expression looked a little gloomy, and he closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

In addition to these three people, there was also a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old standing in the room, who was Zhao Yueru, the daughter of the Zhao family.

She is worthy of her name as a village beauty, and her appearance is indeed quite iconic, but her narrow eyes and thin lips take after her mother, and her whole face also has a mean taste.

At this time, Zhao Yueru stood silently in the room, quietly looking at her mother who was about to die of anger on the couch, and her father who looked dejected.

She knew that these two people could not accept the fact that the high school senior named Xia was there, especially her mother. After learning the news, she fainted and fell to the ground in anger, looking like this.

Who is she angry at?

Maybe he was angry with that person named Xia, and resented why that person named Xia not only didn't die in the first place, but got a high school diploma, and now he is a high school diploma;

Maybe he was angry with that little bitch and hated her for stealing his husband;

Maybe he was angry with himself, angry that he should not have shied away from the marriage in the first place and let that little bitch marry him instead.

But wasn’t it your mother’s idea in the first place?

You are the one who said that the sick man will not live long and you cannot bear to marry your daughter and become a widow, so why not let the little bastard get married so that our family can have less food to eat.

It was your daughter who lost her husband, who is now a high school freshman. Why are you so angry, mother?

Various memory images flashed through my mind, and there was someone talking in my mind. It was so humming that I couldn't hear clearly, but I heard it was my mother's voice.

Zhao Yueru bit her lower lip tightly, leaving a trace of bright red blood running down the corner of her mouth. Regret and resentment flashed alternately in her eyes, and her eyes were blurred by a fountain of tears.

She clenched her fists tightly and scratched her palms with her sharp nails, but she still couldn't relieve the pain in her heart. She hated herself, her mother, and that little bitch.

That was supposed to be my husband-in-law, Zhao Yueru, not hers, that was supposed to be mine.

Zhao Yueru gritted her teeth, wiped her tears fiercely, walked forward and said to her father: "Dad, my daughter is going to the capital to find that little bitch to get my husband back!"
Chapter completed!