The Wife is First

"Fengtian carries the emperor to summon, Cheng Wangzheng admires the chapter, learns to be rich in five cars, and is very smart. He has made great achievements on the battlefield. It is a great use of the royal family. Today, he waits for the title, Wenyuan, and the military commander. Class, the position of the civil servant, after seven days, the Houhou ceremony, this is the case!" The voice of the **** is sharp, but powerful, one word, very powerful.

"Chen Mu contains the chapter, the emperor is long lived!" Mu Hanzhang dagger, hands and purpose.

The decree of the **** slowed down the look: "Congratulations to Hou Ye."

Jing Hao took the lead to jump up and pulled his own king. Mu Hanzhang held the imperial edict, and the scroll of Ming Huang was in hand, only to realize that he really wanted to be sealed. Turning his head to look at Jing Hao, the other party gave him a peace of mind.

Duofu has already won the gold and silver for the reward. Jing Hao lifted his chin and directly gave it to the eunuch.

The old **** and a group of small eunuchs behind him smiled and smiled. Mu Hanzhang came back and smiled and said: "Several fathers have worked hard."

"Xie Houye rewards, we also follow the touch of joy!" Several eunuchs have paid for the money, and each music is unbearable. Today is a very peaceful year. Basically, it will not be closed. Therefore, even if it is a seal, it will not be so thick. reward.

"Yuan Gonggong, I saw the Emperor of the Second Emperor who went down to the royal study room. How can the sacred decree come down soon?" Jing Hao asked several eunuchs to go in for a cup of tea, but they rushed back to the palace and took the opportunity to go out. Asked a question.

"Hey, isn't that the two ladies' troubles?" Yuan Gonggong is the **** of the royal study room. Naturally, he knows more, and he looks around and whispers. "The Queen Mother was too noisy, and the people urged the emperor to hurry up. The matter was done, and there was no one to go to the trouble. Just as the title of the royal king and the emperor set the title, it was directly decreed."

Jing Yan heard the hook and then gave him a little golden Buddha.

Mu Hanzhang looked at the words on the sacred sacred, could not help but feel some emotions, never imagined that the title turned out to be "Wen Yuan", the name he got at the poetry meeting in Beijing was this, now it is lost, it seems that when he was young The spirit of enthusiasm has never been lost.

When Jing Jing saw that he was focused, he did not bother to disturb him. He just gently put people in his arms behind him. The people in his arms looked at him sideways: "You are not going to the military today?"

"Go in the afternoon," Jing Yan reached out and helped him with the imperial edict. He took the left hand and looked at the blisters. "My family is Wang Houfeng Hou, I am at home with Hou Ye for lunch."

Mu Hanzhang gave him a look. He was lazy and used him as an excuse: "After you come back, you will be lazy, and beware of someone who is proud of you."

Jing Hao disapproved, and the man in his arms staggered and went to the house: "If I suddenly become diligent, someone will participate in me with ulterior motives."

Mu Hanzhang thinks too, the heart is unpredictable, too active or too lazy is not desirable, or as usual, three days of fishing for two days online is better. No more words, dragging the guy hanging on the back back to Dongyuan.

Although the Feng Hou ceremony is a simple one, the essential etiquette is still cumbersome.

In the next seven days, people came to congratulate, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites often ran to inquire, and even Jing Hao came in person.

"I am going to transfer Song An to the southwest." Jing Hao drank a cup of tea, faint.

Jing Hao nodded. During this time, they found Song’s handle, enough for him to drop three levels and send him to a remote place to be a small official. After all, Song An had a lot of power for them in the past few years, and everything could not be done too much.

"Song An gave me this," Jing Hao put a stack of letters on the table. "Just ask him to take his daughter away."

Mu Hanzhang took those letters and looked at it. He frowned slightly. There were many officials’ evidences. When they came out, they could pull down many people and sighed: "Song An really has nothing to say to his daughter."

Jing Hao listened to him sighing, knowing that he thought of the various acts of North Weihou, and reached out and held his hand: "It is too petting, only to develop that."

Mu Hanzhang knew that he was comforting himself and nodded.

"Bei Weihou has been here for two days?" Jing Hao looked down at Mu Hanzhang's feet and did not know when the tiger skin blanket came out.

"My father never came." Mu Hanzhang replied, seeing Jing Jing looking down at his feet, he looked down and found that Xiao Huang didn't know when he had been lying on his feet, sleeping on his shoes, and couldn't help but feel a little bit of lip. Go up.

"This is the tiger you raised?" Jing Jing looked carefully. "It's quite strong."

"I eat more than me, isn't it strong?" Jing Hao raised his hand and picked up the little tiger. This guy has grown very long, standing up and sitting with people almost high, can no longer be handcuffed.

"Wow!" Xiao Huang was disturbed and very dissatisfied. He slammed his cheeks and waved thick fur claws.

Mu Hanzhang saw Jingjing’s eyes as a favorite, but he kept his manners and did not move. He handed him a piece of meat, and the scenery was unknown. But soon he understood, the fat hair group quickly rushed over, two claws pressed on his lap, and looked at the dried meat in Jing Hao's hand.

Jing Jing was a moment, the cockroaches in the hand were handed over, and the little tiger quickly bit it and swallowed it. But still licking his knees, want to see if he has other meat.

"Brother, you touch it." Jing Yan looked at his brother's body and looked like a body. He wanted to laugh and urged him to try his hand.

Jing Hao slowly raised his hand and touched the little tiger's head. He rarely did this kind of action. Just like the last time he touched his head, the action was very strange.

In the eyes of Mu Hanzhang, there was also a smile, and he said in a timely manner: "This time, the matter of the banquet, thanks to the brothers going back and forth, I don't know how to thank the younger brother."

"You can take care of Jingjing, it is the best thank you." Jing Hao pinched the soft hair, Shen Shen, "Although this position is not hereditary, but with North Weihou The grade is the same. After the seal ceremony, you can go to the DPRK. Just in March, I am not in Beijing, you are more glamorous in the direction."

Jing Wei: "..." The tone of my brother, how to look at the child like a child.

"The wading garden has a lion that is about the size of a small tiger. If your brother goes to Jiangnan, you can go to Pingjiang to see the lion." Knowing that Jing Hao is going to see Huainan Wang, Mu Hanzhang reminded him to go to the wading garden.

Jing Hao slightly daggers. At the beginning of the second month of February, the beginning of the Spring Festival is about to begin. The Ministry of Rites is too busy. Moreover, he has to find talents in the new section of the scholars, and he has discussed the errands going to Jiangnan in March.

Feng Hou Dadian was held as scheduled, and Jing Hao personally put on his new dress for Wang Hao. The three products are all purple robes, but the prince is a product, the marquis is a super product, so the embroidered cranes above are all changed into complex and gorgeous moiré.

Bei Weihou also went to observe the ceremony, watching Mu Hanzhang on the stage, watching Hong Zhengdi personally give him the crown of the Marquis, Zhong Ming drums, Bai Guan congratulations, only feel that if the position of North Weihou is given to He may be able to become the most prosperous family in the Chen Dynasty. Just now, it’s too late to say anything, and now there are few talented people in the family. This goes on, and it will be declining in less than three generations.

Jing Hao can not ignore the people on the stage, regardless of how North Weihou sadly hurts the autumn. Today's Mu Hanzhang really washes away the suppression of the inner house, the sword is squirted, and the brilliance, even so many hardships, have not eroded his half-point, now it is in the world, when no one dares to bully he.

After the ceremony, Mu Hanzhang can go up.

The temple that used to be a window of the cold for ten years, but now it is just around the corner, really standing there, but there is no excitement in anticipation. Jin Yu Temple, after all, is not a place to play. He doesn't think that the arguments he got in the book can tell the story of the church, so he has rarely talked, standing quietly beside Beiweihou, and occasionally exchanges his eyes with Jingyu, then there is no more. other.

The Minister of the DPRK originally had more precautions against Wen Yuanhou, who came out of this air. After all, the emperor meant that although he was a priest, he was a minister, and he said that he was higher than the officials who were admitted to the examination. He pointed his fingers. But seeing Mu Hanzhang has been seldom talking, and is wide and courteous. He never puts on the shelf of Hou Ye, and gradually it is not so contradictory.

In the blink of an eye, in February, Qiu’s pregnancy could not be stopped. Mu Hanzhang asked Jiang Tai to go to the hospital every seven days, and sent Ge Ruoyi to her mother.

Since Mu Hanzhang Feng Hou, Qiu’s status in the government has also risen. Even in many people’s eyes, the status of the lady is actually higher than that of the wife. After all, Mu Lingbao is only a child, and Mu Hanzhang is already Hou Ye. Although Mrs. North Weihou is angry, she can't say anything. After all, the ring that Hou Ye sent is naturally not sent back.

In addition, North Weihou has repeatedly warned that the people of Beiweihoufu did not dare to make anything for the time being. It was only Qiu’s successive incidents that made her heart stunned.

On the seventh day of February, Beijing has gathered together to come to participate in the test, the tea house wine cellar, everywhere is the figure of the literati. Of course, these literati are also immersed in the **** who have been playing in such places all the year round, such as Cheng Jingjing, who is not doing business.

"After the seal of the Hou, it was worth a decade of cold." In the back of the building, a few tips were put together at a table, and they were talking loudly.

"As you said, our examination is not very useful. It is better to find a royal family to marry." One at the same table.

"Hey, you want to marry, you have to be able to see it," the one who spoke at first seemed more excited. "I went to Beijing in the middle of the year, just in time to catch up with the Fenghou ceremony."

"How is that Wenyuan Hou?" A young man with a slightly sloppy appearance could not help but ask.

The man took a sigh of relief and glanced for a week before he slowly said: "I didn't see it." Suddenly he won a buzz.

"I want to say, I must have grown..." The man suddenly lowered his voice, and he did not really say anything. After a while, there was a sneer at the table.

“Miscellaneous things!” Jing Hao slammed the table and shook a wine cellar along the table to the ground, and slammed it and smashed it. When I came late, I didn’t have a room, sitting in the lobby, I heard these daring people openly talk about his Wang Hao, there are many disrespect in the words, really damn!

Those few moves back and saw a man dressed in luxury and tall, glaring at them, and this reaction was reflected: "This brother, what is the end of the good?"

The author has something to say: ah ah ah, this chapter giant card, today's brain is not good, qaq, let everyone wait, tomorrow will be punctual, because tomorrow I am on the train, I must be handed over to the deposit box Jun qaq

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