The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon

Concubine Shu looked at Song Yunzhao's tangled expression, and felt a little complacent in her heart, and she finally got the upper hand once.

That is called a refreshing.

But after thinking about it, this is my father's trap, and my heart immediately fell to the bottom of the cliff.

I thought I could live a good life relying on my mother's family, but now it's all right, my mother's family still has to rely on her to turn the tide, who's daughter is living so hard like her.

Her father did not agree to find Song Yunzhao, but her mother felt that this matter could not be left alone, and stole these things to her behind her father's back.

After living for so many years, I actually became a thief in my own house. I really can't think about it, and it hurts when I think about it.

She is also an upright character, but she has fallen to this point!

Song Yunzhao stared at the stack of papers bitterly and bitterly. She was really in a dilemma. She didn't want to have any contact with the Right Prime Minister, but she was worried that ignoring it would lead to even worse consequences.

Thinking of this, she was taken aback for a moment, she seemed to have reached a dead end, she took these things and could hand them over to the emperor.

In this way, there will be no danger of the concubine interfering in the government, and it will also establish a positive image of being loyal to the emperor in front of the emperor. It can not only help Concubine Shu to make her owe him favors, but also win favor in front of the emperor.

Kill two birds with one stone!

She is really smart.

Song Yunzhao had figured it out in his heart, but he tried hard not to show it on his face, but continued to think with a look of bitterness and hatred, and when Concubine Shu finally showed anxiety on her face, she sighed heavily and said: "Shu Empress Concubine, you really made things difficult for my concubine this time. For the sake of our friendship in the past, I will do my best on this matter, but I cannot guarantee the result."

As Song Yunzhao said, he reached out and took the top few sheets of paper, and looked down, what is this?

Concubine Shu didn't see Yun Zhao's eyes full of doubts, but when she heard that Yun Zhao was willing to help, she felt relieved, she really saw the right person.

Song Yunzhao is hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

"As long as you are willing to help, I will be fine. Besides, I am very confident in your ability." Concubine Shu was afraid that Song Yunzhao would repent, so she got up and left immediately, "Take it easy, I am waiting for your good news."

Song Yunzhao watched Concubine Shu leave like a gust of wind, so she left?

This speed is really fast.

Song Yunzhao was angry and laughed at the same time, the current Concubine Shu is really not easy to fool.

As soon as Concubine Shu left, Song Yunzhao looked at the stack of papers, flipped through them casually, and then looked at the paper he was holding in his hand. The entries were extremely complicated, and it should be an ancient account book.

It's just that she doesn't seem to understand the method of doing accounts.

She has seen the account books of the Song Mansion, and at a glance, she knows the expenditure, income, and the person who handled it, clearly and clearly.

She can also understand the account books made in the palace, and Nanny Yu's account books are very delicate.

However, she really didn't understand Concubine Shu's giving her these things.

There are many kinds of account books, which can be compiled into various forms according to the needs, and are classified according to the time of the account books. In addition to monthly accounts, quarterly accounts, two-quarter accounts, and year-end accounts, there are many irregular account calendars.

There are many classifications in the Song family's account books. She once saw that when Cai checked the accounts, the table was full of account books.

There are more ledgers in the palace, not only living ledgers, warehouse ledgers, but also human relations, the general ledger of the palace.

One can imagine how complicated the account books of the local governments are.

Song Yunzhao looked at it with eyes full of gold flowers. Sure enough, not everyone can be an official. The accounting profession has a reason why there is a bookkeeper.

Song Yunzhao saw it in a daze, but she could roughly understand it, but these accounts were different, and the way of keeping the accounts should be hidden accounts, so she was very confused.

The fake accounts are made by officials from various places, so the methods are also different. It is not surprising that Song Yunzhao can't understand.

She decided to wait until Feng Yi came.

So she called Zhang Maoquan over and said to him, "Go ahead and ask Mr. Meng, the emperor, if he has time to have dinner at night."

Zhang Maoquan thought to himself that Song Zhaoyi seldom disturbed the emperor when he was busy, so it seemed that it had something to do with the things sent by Empress Concubine Shu.

He immediately responded and went forward to deliver the message.

At this moment Meng Jiuchang had just come out of the hall, his expression was not very good, and he bumped into Zhang Maoquan who was walking in a hurry.

Zhang Maoquan stepped forward with a smile on his face, "It's a coincidence that I came here. I just have something to ask Mr. Meng, and I will see you."

Meng Jiuchang: ...

"You're not serving Song Zhaoyi, what are you doing here?" Meng Jiuchang stabbed, but he didn't make too much trouble. Zhang Maoquan, because Song Zhaoyi's weight in front of the emperor was a little heavier, he was about to catch up with him. Gotta show some face.

He is not afraid of Zhang Maoquan, but Song Zhaoyi behind Zhang Maoquan, he can't afford to provoke him now, he is currently the emperor's treasure.

"This is Zhaoyi's order to trouble Manager Meng."

About Song Zhaoyi?

Meng Jiuchang asked, "What is it?"

"Master Zhaoyi wants to ask the emperor if he is free in the evening. If he is free, Zhaoyi will invite the emperor to have dinner," Zhang Maoquan said.

Meng Jiuchang thought about Zhang Maoquan's question before today, and he really didn't dare to refuse, but today the emperor was in a bad mood, he rolled his eyes, looked at Zhang Maoquan and said: "I still have important errands to do here, so I won't let you down for a moment. Don't delay, or you can go in and answer in person, and don't miss Zhaoyi's business."

Zhang Maoquan had been with Meng Jiuchang for so many years. Hearing what he said, he knew that the emperor was probably in a bad mood, and this old boy would dig a hole for him.

But Zhang Maoquan didn't refuse. It's hard to talk about other people's affairs, but the emperor never refused about Song Zhaoyi's affairs.

"I can't miss Manager Meng's errand. You go to work, and I will do it myself."

Just go, whoever is afraid of whom.

Meng Jiuchang didn't completely refuse, he really had an errand, but it wasn't as urgent as he said, so he smiled and said, "Then I'll take a step first."

Meng Jiuchang walked away, Zhang Maoquan groaned in his heart, walked to the door of the palace and turned his head slightly to listen to the movement inside, he didn't hear the emperor cursing for a long time, he gently pushed the door open and went in.

Meng Jiuchang didn't go far, but found a corner and waited. He wanted to see if Zhang Maoquan could smile.

He was scolded by His Majesty just now.

Meng Jiuchang counted the time and raised his head to take a look from time to time. He was afraid that being seen as indecent would damage his image. It would be like being a thief, not to mention how uncomfortable it would be.

After a cup of tea, he saw Zhang Maoquan coming out. He looked carefully at his expression, and saw that he was full of joy, and walked to Song Zhaoyi's residence with ease.

Meng Jiuchang: ...

Mistake, he should have gone in to answer the question just now.

This Song Zhaoyi is really evil. Although she is beautiful, she has a bad temper and an independent personality. How did she fall into the eyes of the emperor?