Mind Reading: Help! Princess, your father is too difficult to seduce

"You made your mother angry this time. You must not have done it on purpose, right?"

Before Zhao Yu could speak, Mrs. Chen added, "Good boy, you can do a lot to improve by recognizing your mistakes. Your mother said you are doing this for your own good."

"You must listen to her carefully."

After saying that, he still touched his grandson's head and said, "Good boy, you must listen to your mother. It's not easy for your mother, you know?"

"At such a young age, she not only has to take care of you, but also manages this huge palace. Not to mention these, she also has to work for the court. She has to be separated and divided into two parts."

"Besides, you don't know how dangerous it was when your mother gave birth to you and your sister. Your mother was in pain all day and night in the room..." Mrs. Chen rambled on.

Later, Zhao Yu took the initiative to speak for her, "Both you and your father thought that something had happened to your mother that day..."

Mrs. Chen slapped him on the head, "No, grandma and your father were scared to death. Fortunately, God bless you, otherwise you would all be motherless children. Tell me how pitiful you would be."

Zhao Yu nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Yeah, Yu'er knows, Yu'er never makes his mother angry."

I have to say that this is absolutely true. Although Zhao Yu and his father have all kinds of tricks, they will not deliberately anger Jiang Fu.

One reason is that temperament is hereditary. Another reason may be that Mrs. Chen has been talking to them since they were young about how difficult it was for Jiang Fu to give birth to them. Another reason may be that even if the children are young, they are very good at understanding eye expressions and they can tell them at a glance. It can be seen who is the real favorite in this house.

Therefore, Zhao Yu dared to offend the owner of Duke Ning's mansion, but he did not dare to offend the real owner of Duke Ning's mansion.

Mrs. Chen's face was filled with relief after hearing what her grandson said.

Feeling relieved, he patted Zhao Yu's head again, "Okay, just listen to your mother, just keep these hands tied!"

Zhao Yu "..."

But he didn't object.

He had never thought that he could change anything through his grandmother, but he was used to going to his grandmother to show off his misery.

It just seems like Miserable didn’t sell it this time.

This is why Zhao Yuan used some tricks to let Jiang Fu control him.

He doesn't care, but his mother is always blocking and protecting him.

Zhao Yu also obeyed on the surface, but in his mind he was thinking about how to resist.

Only when Jiang Fu was in charge and his mother kept silent could the discipline really be effective.

Of course, if Zhao Yu still behaves like this after being disciplined by Jiang Fu, it's not like he doesn't have the means to discipline his children.

The aristocratic family has inherited it for hundreds of years. Good children are raised in the same way as good children, and dandies are also treated in the same way as dandies.

At that time, Zhao Yu would inevitably suffer a lot.

If Zhao Yu really suffered, he knew that his mother would not be the only one who felt distressed.

Zhao Yu's hands were tied like this for a whole day. It was not until night that Jiang Fu called him over and asked someone to loosen his tied hands.

As soon as the rope was untied, Zhao Yu immediately moved his arms.

Jiang Fu asked him gently, "Is it convenient to have one hand tied?"

Zhao Yu's head immediately shook like a rattle, "Not at all. It's inconvenient to eat, use the toilet, and do anything."

Jiang Fu asked him again, "Then do you think the small amount of ink sprinkled on the plum map affects the appreciation?"

This time, Zhao Yu did not dare to say that it would not affect his appreciation. He lowered his head and admitted his mistake honestly, "Mom, it was Yu'er who was wrong." He was a very smart child, a lively child. He knew that he was wrong, and he I just admitted my mistake honestly and didn't take any chances.

Seeing that he admitted his mistake, Jiang Fu stepped forward in person and rubbed his arm that had been tied for a day, "Brother Yu, your father may have been a little harsh on you. You may be too young now to understand his severity. , but no matter what, he is strict with you for your own good. Even if you don’t understand, you can’t go against your father and deliberately anger your father, do you understand?”

Zhao Yu obviously still felt aggrieved, but he nodded obediently, "Yes, I understand."

Since then, although Zhao Yu still loves to play, compared with Zhao Lin and Zhao Yunhua, he seems to have caused a lot of trouble.

But the troubles that followed were nothing more than a few good friends bullying a bully outside, or letting go of the chicken they just bought from a restaurant.

Bully bullies, bullies are meant to bully.

The chicken was let go and the money was compensated.

The fat roosters were chased down the long street with their feathers flying all over the place. The roosters that were finally exhausted and caught were given to the farmer selling vegetables on the roadside.

So for the things he did, Jiang Fu and Zhao Yuan never took care of him again.

The Duke of Guo has no time to take care of him now. The Duke of Guo now has to take care of his wife.

As she grew older and Jiang Fu knew more and more, the emperor felt that the position of Minister of War was not suitable for Jiang Fu, so he promoted her to a second-grade cabinet bachelor. But that's it...

It also made many people envious and made many people rush to fawn over him!

When Jiang Fu was appointed as the Minister of War, many people opposed, disapproved, and were not optimistic about it, and no one entertained her.

But Jiang Fu has been an official for more than ten years now, and she is already in the second-rank cabinet, so someone immediately invited her to a banquet.

The lady sent a message to herself, saying that she would not go back to her home that evening, but would go out to have a drink with her colleagues.

The Duke...

The Duke, who was already in his forties, paced back and forth in the palace, feeling uneasy standing, and finally had someone prepare a sedan chair and go out.

It's not that the Duke is too old to ride a horse, the main reason is that riding a horse is too ostentatious. If others see him riding a horse to a restaurant to catch his wife back home, it will inevitably add interest to others, so he can only ride in a sedan chair.

Sitting in the sedan, the sedan seemed to be stabbing him. He kept moving. Fortunately, the bearers carrying the sedan had some strength, otherwise the sedan would have been unstable.

The sedan quickly arrived at the restaurant where the civil servants entertained Jiang Fu. It was the largest restaurant in the capital.

The venue has been booked tonight, and the sound of silk and bamboo inside can be heard standing outside the door.

The hands hidden in the armholes of the Duke of Guo clenched unconsciously.

But when he was about to go in, a waiter with no eyesight came up to stop him, "Tonight, our restaurant will not accept guests."

Mo Shu immediately took out the token.

When the waiter saw it, his eyes widened immediately. His waist, which was not straight, was even lower now, "Young man, you have eyes but you don't know the mountain. Please, please..."

The Duke of Guo tried hard to control his pace, so that he did not rush in in public.

Step by step into the restaurant, in the center of the first floor of the restaurant, on the huge stage, several dancers are dancing gracefully. There are gurgling water sources around the stage, pouring down and rolling into the artificial streams around the stage. , with the petals flowing away.

The musicians stand or sit in a position that suits them.

As for Jiang Fu...

As soon as Zhao Yuan raised his head, he saw his wife at the best position on the second floor. Next to her, standing bent over, was a man in red official uniform. He was an editor who had just entered the Hanlin Academy this year. build.