The Prime Minister is here

Otherwise, Song Zhiyuan was a filial son, and he was a dignified prime minister, and he was willing to work hard for the trivial matters he had entrusted to me, and he was still a mediator.

Song Zhiyuan himself was moved by himself.

In fact, if according to his true thoughts, Yan Zisheng came from a poor family and had no help at home, and Xun's wife came from a better family, he would have a greater help in his official career in the future.

However, since my mother asked him to check the details of Miss Wang, he was indeed a capable and transparent person. Such a woman can ensure the peace and tranquility of the backyard. After all, one generation of virtuous wives are prosperous for three generations, and the mistress can be clear and the man can be in front of him without any worries.

As for help, he is optimistic about Yan Zisheng. It is amazing that he will be his help in the future.

Of course, it depends on whether he wants it or not.

Walking to Nanyuan, it was a little uneasy and I heard the quarrels coming from inside.

Song Zhiyuan frowned, and the guard beside him said, "Prince, I'm going to call the door?"

When he walked into the courtyard, the quarrel came from Yan Zisheng's house. His servant Shanhe was at the door, so anxious that he clenched his hands into fists, hoping to rush in.

Shanhe saw Song Zhiyuan coming in from the corner of his eyes, and glared at him, and he was about to kneel down and salute.

Song Zhiyuan raised his hand, raised his fingers to his mouth and shook his head, signaling him not to speak.

Shanhe was shocked, but he did not dare to disobey. He wished he could secretly send a message to the young master, and the prime minister was here.

It is impossible to transmit a voice message, so I can only pray to the Buddha for his own secretly. The young master should not be stimulated by the short-skinned Wu Xiuquan. He said something unpleasant and let the prime minister hear it.

Song Zhiyuan stood in front of the door of the wing and listened to the quarrel coming from inside.

"You are not self-restrained and valued by the prime minister? You might as well think that you can become the prime minister's son-in-law. What a pity, what if you are full of literary talent? It's not as good as you, you are a daughter of the prime minister's family, but you are not the poor man." Wu Xiuquan's sarcastic words came out.

"Brother Xiuquan, you are drunk, go back to the house to rest." Yan Zisheng persuaded softly.

"Bah! Yan Changsheng, don't pretend to me here. I don't believe that you have never thought about the second lady. Unfortunately, you are not the princess of the British Duke's Mansion, hahaha, just a poor scholar."

Yan Zisheng said: "Brother Xiuquan, please be careful. The second lady has been engaged. You say this to trap me injustice and in dire straits. The girl has a great reputation. Don't talk about others behind your back."

"Look, I pretend to be a gentleman, then Miss Ninth in the Yongchang Hou family is just like you, but you refuse, what are you going to do? Even if the son-in-law of the Yongchang Hou family is not as good as the son-in-law of the Prime Minister's Mansion, even the daughter of the concubine is also a lady of the Hou family. What are you pretending to be?" Wu Xiuquan's tongue was a little knotted: "Yan Changsheng, you are just pretending to be gentle and elegant with a little face. What can you compare to me? She just likes you, how can she be!"

"You're drunk, I'll help you back to the house."

Inside the house, there was the sound of a chair kicking down and Wu Xiuquan's swearing words, which were unpleasant.

The door opened, and the person inside the door faced Song Zhiyuan standing outside the door.

Yan Zisheng was stunned and subconsciously let go of Wu Xiuquan's hand, a little panicked.

After seeing Song Zhiyuan's face clearly, Wu Xiuquan suddenly woke up with alcohol, his legs became weak, he knelt down, and said with his tongue wide: "Grave, Master..."

It's over, he's over.

Song Zhiyuan looked at him lightly, turned his head slightly and ordered: "Song Wu, send Juren Wu back to his room to sober up."
Chapter completed!