The eyes clearly stated: Tianshu, you can't move this person for the time being.

Tianshu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Anyway, he didn't plan to do anything to Wen Zheng now. Whether it was Wen Zheng, Ji Huangyu, or the future emperors, as long as they were willing to be content with peace of mind, he would certainly not take the initiative to deal with them.

Jiurao asked Wen Zheng some questions next, and the gentleman Wen answered impeccably. He was neither too arrogant nor cringed nor answered. He responded calmly from beginning to end and maintained a perfect gentlemanly demeanor.

After dinner, Wen Zheng got up and left.

Jiu Rao moved to the inner hall, sat on the brocade couch for a while, and then asked Shang Tianshu to go out and take a walk.

The stars flash in the night sky.

The palace lanterns in the distance are blurred and magnificent, reflecting the extraordinary eyebrows and eyes, and the luster is surging in the eyes.

"Your Majesty." Nan Mohao, who had handled the government affairs, came over and handed over a letter to Jiurao, "The letter from your parents."

Jiurao reached out to take it, turned around and walked to the pavilion, opened the letter in her hand and looked at it.

After a moment, the corner of his lips slightly raised: "Dad and mother plan to come back before July to hold a birthday banquet for me and Jiuwei."

After saying that, the red lips slightly said: "Actually, I want to play by myself more."

Nan Mohao didn't say anything.

A ten-year-old child is in the rebellious period, so it is normal to have any thoughts.

"There is another letter." Nan Mohao took out another letter from his sleeve and placed it on the table in front of Jiurao, "from Nanjiang."

When Tianshu heard the words Nanjiang, he looked cold and silently turned his gaze on the letter.

Although Chu Chen and Zixi are still in Phoenix City, the "from Southern Xinjiang" that Nan Mohao said is obviously impossible to refer to them.

Besides, Jiurao has already read their letter.

So who else can write a letter to Jiurao in southern Xinjiang?

The answer is obvious.

Jiurao took apart with one hand, looked at the lines of beautiful Xingkai with a little vigorous spirit on it, and her mouth was raised lightly.

It is impossible to tell that Prince Ji’s handwriting is so beautiful and has a particularly impressive style.

"Uncle Regent, what's the situation in southern Xinjiang now?"

It has been almost a year since they left southern Xinjiang. How has Ji Huangyu wanted to do what he wanted to do?

"The Wu Empress is dissatisfied, the Wu family general was assassinated, and the Priest Hall obtained a divination, showing that the Wu family is hiding a ill-hearted intention and will destroy the southern border..."

Jiurao's mouth twitched.

Ji Huangyu is really amazing, he plots step by step, and really puts the prominent Wu family to death in such a short time?

The witch's empress lost her baby, and she lost her thoughts of seizing the throne.

When General Wu was assassinated, his army must have taken over by someone Ji Huangyu liked - just like the position of the commander of the Imperial Army of the Southern Xinjiang Palace.

The Priest Hall calculated that the Wu family was hiding evil intentions, and directly gave the Wu family a fatal blow.

Southern Xinjiang is a country that believes in gods. In addition, the Wu family had framed Ji Huangyu before, and then clarified that this was a misunderstanding, and one after another...

At this time, it would be really stupid if those aristocratic families did not come out to add fire and put aside their injuries.

Jiu Rao didn't care about the specific details. Anyway, he could guess that most of the southern Xinjiang now should have fallen under Ji Huangyu's control.

However, this person said that he would come to Lingguo to meet Her Majesty the Queen next month...

"One more." Jiu Rao held his chin, "Tianshu, my palace should be lively soon."
Chapter completed!