The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 259 Promise me not to tell Yang Biao about this

"Grandma, what are you doing?" Qin Xiaoran was shocked when she saw the door was closed. She had actually guessed Zhang's intention.

Zhang hurriedly hid in her own room, leaving Yang Zian and Qin Xiaoran in the main room.

"Xiao Ran, I have liked you since the first time I saw you, and I have always..." With the beauty in his arms, Yang Zian, who was beaten into a pig's head, excitedly walked up to her and confessed his love to her.

"Open the door quickly," Ding Yan's voice came from outside the door, and there was the sound of someone knocking on the door.

Yang Zian didn't think those women had the strength to break down the door, so he slowly pushed her into a corner and prepared to force himself on her.

With a "bang", the wooden door was smashed open. Before Yang Zian could react, he was hit in the nose by a straight punch from the tall Ding Yan, and blood oozed out immediately.

"Master, are you okay?" The light in the room was not very good, so Gu Yuan hurriedly pulled her out of the room and carefully checked whether she was injured.

"I'm fine. Promise me not to tell Yang Biao about this." Qin Xiaoran told her, hoping that the three of them would keep the secret. If Yang Biao knew that his grandma did such a thing, he would be sad.

"But master, he..." Gu Yuan pointed at the man who was knocked to the ground by Ding Yan, and was very angry.

"Zhu Ying, call Ding Yan out, let's go." Seeing Zhang go over to stop Ding Yan from beating people, Qin Xiaoran closed her eyes and said, "I will never consider you as an elder again."

"Yes, master!" The master was unwilling to pursue the matter, and as guards they were helpless.

"Mom, I have to go to the capital to report on my work." He took a detour from Guangshu Prefecture back to Yangjia Village. The time spent on the road alone was not short, so he had to hurry to the capital.

"You've only been here for two days, and you're leaving?" Mrs. Zhang was reluctant to leave her grandson and granddaughter, and wanted him to stay at home for a few more days.

"My son really has official business to attend to, so he has to go." Yang Biao also felt that the time they spent together was too short. If only they could take a plane like in modern times, then the time spent on the journey would be almost negligible.

"Brother, why don't you go to the capital and leave my sister-in-law and nephews here, and take them back when you return to Qianpu Mansion." Hearing that Yang Biao had returned to the village, Yang Xiaohua also hurried back to her parents' home. She hadn't had a good talk with Qin Xiaoran yet.

"Okay, then I'll talk to them during dinner." After going up the mountain to worship our ancestors today, the little ones were so tired that they are still sleeping in their beds.

"Husband, I haven't seen my mother for four years. I want to take the three brothers Zhuo Qiu to see her." Xia Weiwei didn't want to stay here, so she found an excuse and wanted to go to the capital with Yang Biao.

"Okay," although Yang Biao hoped that she could take the child to spend more time with her family, but putting herself in her shoes, she realized that Liu and she had not seen each other for many years, and Zhuo Qiu and the others also needed to get to know their grandfather's family.

Qin Xiaoran no longer has any relatives in Beijing, so naturally she is willing to play and fight with Yang Xiaohua like they did before.

The other three women had no objection to this. Yang Biao kept all the people he had brought from Pu Mansion in Yangjia Village. They had followed him for several years and their loyalty was absolutely impeccable.

"Brother Biao, I heard that you are going to the capital tomorrow?" When the village head heard his wife talking about this, he hurried over.

"Uncle village head, local officials have to report on their work every three years. In order to go back to the village to see my mother, I have taken a detour for a long time. Now I have to go quickly." There were some things that were not convenient to say at home, so Yang Biao took him to a farther place.

"Oh," the village head wanted him to bring all the villagers to open a restaurant and produce and sell their own wine. But seeing that he was so anxious to go to the capital, he couldn't stop him.

In fact, he had already guessed what the village head's intention was in coming to see him at night, but he would not do such a stupid thing as trying to please someone but getting rejected.

The truth, goodness and beauty in the world are actually rare and beautiful qualities that people can only possess. The spirit of selflessly lending a helping hand when others are in need is a brilliance of human nature that is worthy of both respect and learning.

Although he gave the wine-making recipe to the village for free and did not require the villagers to repay him, they should at least be grateful.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore. Yang Biao shook his head and planned to send the head of the village home first.

"Husband, aren't you going in?" Yang Biao sent her to the mansion in the capital that Liu gave her as a dowry, and just stood at the door with no intention of going in.

"Madam, please take the child and go in quickly. I will let it go. After all, your parents don't like me, so I won't go in and make things worse."

Yang Biao smiled and high-fived the two older children as they said goodbye, and told them to listen to their mother. He would take the three brothers home after he finished his work.

Seeing that the father and his two sons were still talking, Xia Weiwei's eyes were filled with tears and she felt like laughing. She was really impressed. If someone didn't know, they would have thought it was a farewell between life and death.

"Madam, I'm going to the Imperial Court." According to convention, local officials who come to Beijing to report on their work must go to the Imperial Court and apply to enter the palace to meet the emperor. Of course, this depends on the emperor's mood, and not everyone is so lucky.

"Your Majesty, Yang Biao, the former prefect of Pu Prefecture, requests an audience with Your Majesty!" That night, Yang Biao's application was placed on the table in the Hall of Mental Cultivation by the eunuch chief Luo Xiang.

"Oh, go and summon Ying Jian to the palace as soon as possible!" He remembered that Yang Biao was introduced to Qianpu Prefecture by Ying Jian. He did not expect that this guy had managed Qianpu Prefecture, where riots were frequent and banditry was rampant, in such good order. He looked at the memorial submitted by the official in charge of memorials and became more and more satisfied.

"Your humble servant Ying Jian greets the emperor. Long live the emperor!" He saluted and knelt on the ground with a bit of trepidation in his heart. The emperor sent someone to call him into the palace at night, but he didn't know why.

"Get up!" Emperor Tianqi asked him to stand up and showed him the memorial presented by the official.

"Your Majesty, this assessment should be excellent." Ying Jian now knew what the emperor meant. It seemed that he had already thought of letting Yang Biao take the position of Governor of the North.

"Well, I also think he deserves an award!" Seeing that he did not continue speaking, Emperor Tianqi had to tell him that he was also satisfied with this political achievement.

"So what the emperor means is..." The heart of the emperor is hidden deep inside. Ying Jian knows very well that the emperor's mind is hard to predict, so it is better to let him reveal the answer himself.

"My dear Minister Ying, do you think it is okay for him to serve as the Governor of the North?" Seeing that he didn't understand, Emperor Tianqi stood up.

"Your Majesty, Yang Biao has only been in politics for a short time, while the other five prefects have been entrenched in the local areas for many years. I am afraid he will not be able to handle the post of Governor of the North." Ying Jian was worried about him. He had little qualifications and could not possibly deal with those prefects who had been immersed in officialdom for many years and were shrewd and calculating.

"Then let him temporarily serve as the Northern Governor." Since he can't be in control, let's change his position. This way, the civil and military officials should have nothing to complain about.